[BL] The little boss of the last days

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3. Collecting supplies (Part 2)

Xu Wenliang finds it funny. Although Bai Zhe didn't say to do it, his attitude was never polite. After seeing Tang Ming's strength, he changed his words quickly.

Tang Ming walked into the house, picked up the bag and looked at it, selected two bags of bread and potato chips and threw them to Bai Zhe.

Bai Zhe didn't dare to take the bag when it fell to the ground.

"The tricycle outside, I want one. This is the money for the car."

Bai Zhe was heartbroken. Compared with a gas-fueled car, a tricycle is easier and more convenient. Compared with bicycles, tricycles contain more things. That was the tricycle he finally got, and there were only two tricycles in total. Then I couldn't help but rejoice. Fortunately, I only rode out, otherwise I would all be snatched away.

"Good." What can I do if I don't agree? The situation is better than people. Bai Zhe knew clearly that, let alone two packages of food, even if he didn't give anything, he couldn't help it if the other party rode the bike away.

Bai Zhe stood aside and watched Tang Ming and the two put a bag of things on the cart, one rode a tricycle, the other tied the black pig's limbs with a rope, and drove away with the rope, only smiling bitterly.

Tang Ming was very depressed. Just now in order to show his proud strength in front of his wife, he didn't keep his hands. Who knows that the mobs in this world are not beaten at all, he bare-handed, and fainted after two punches.

Tang Ming was reluctant to leave two to three hundred catties of pork to others. The tricycle was loaded with another car, but there was no alternative but to carry it by himself.

Tired is not tired, but this is particularly not in line with his majestic and majestic image. What if my wife dislikes it?

Tang Ming secretly glanced at the tricycle, feeling lucky. Fortunately, the small supermarket was close. Fortunately, his wife did not look back.

Xu Wenliang parked the tricycle in the garage on the first floor. Because of the tricycle, he took a lot more. Drinks, paper towels, pots and pans, kitchen knives, cutting boards, seasonings, and finally did not think of anything useful, so he filled the gaps with cigarettes and lighters.

Xu Wenliang couldn't believe it was true when he went out and brought back so many things at once.

Tang Ming randomly found a place to place the black pig, and helped carry the things on the tricycle back to the room.

Xu Wenliang picked up a few packs of instant noodles and suddenly felt very hungry. "Let's eat hot instant noodles with grilled sausages at night?"

"Okay." Tang Ming promised, his wife said nothing.

"Crap, I forgot that this is a rough house, and there is no natural gas." With a tap of his head, Xu Wenliang himself rejected his proposal.

"Wait for me." Tang Ming went out, and within a few minutes, he came back with a pile of firewood with the thickness of his arm. "Didn't you get a lighter in the supermarket and burn it with firewood."

Xu Wenliang arranged the firewood neatly and used a lighter. Light it, fill the pot with water and set it on fire. Then put four packs of instant noodles and seasonings into the pot and cover the pot.

After finishing this, he asked, "Where did you get the firewood?"

Tang Ming pointed out the door, "The greenery outside is good. I planted a lot of trees. I just chopped a tree at random." After the Tang knife cut the firewood, he threw it back with him. storehouse.