Chapter 1567 Deny It Yourself

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"Battle Commander, what should we do now?" The company commander next to Yan Hongguang was asking the question, named Qian Feng, with a big pie face and big round eyes. When he looked at Yan Hongguang, he looked like he was full of water.

When he saw the puddle of water, Yan Hongguang was even more blocked, and he forgot everything he wanted to say just now.

Yan Hongguang glanced at him angrily, "Open those big eyes of yours a little smaller, who do you want to scare to death by opening them so big!"

Qian Feng was stunned...

His eyes are born so big, who can rely on it!

"Commander Luo means to let us support Wei Zhenhui, we are leaving now." Having just been rectified by Luo Xingwang, Yan Hongguang certainly did not dare to blatantly disobey the order.

So, the eight of them rushed to No. 2 village again, and met Wei Zhenhui at 5:00 p.m.

The second company commander has a good relationship with Qian Feng, so he pulled him aside and asked secretly, "Seeing that you are sweating profusely from running, why are you here? It's exactly what your battalion commander said, he judged that the Shanri organization would not go to No. 1 Village, didn’t he swear before that he would go to Village No. 1?”

Qian Feng stared around and saw that Yan Hongguang was talking to Wei Zhenhui, so he whispered, "There are 10 women in the village, 5 aunts in their 40s and 50s, and 5 girls under ten years old." little girl!"

puff!

The second company commander laughed dryly.

This Yan Hongguang fought for a long time, and finally he denied himself!

Isn't this slapping yourself in the face?

Wei Zhenhui arranged eight people.

Nothing happened overnight, but in the evening of the next day, a group of foreigners came to collect medicinal materials, which immediately attracted Wei Zhenhui's attention.

"Here comes the collector of medicinal materials, everyone, quickly take out the medicinal materials!" Someone shouted in the village, and then every household took out the dried medicinal materials.

"Do they come here often?" Wei Zhenhui asked the middle-aged man standing beside him. The middle-aged man's surname was Bai, and he was the village chief of Dazhai.

"It's not very often, I come here every two or three months, it's been a year or two! The medicinal materials they collect are expensive, and the villagers like to sell them to them!"

It could be seen that the faces of the villagers beamed with joy when they saw them coming.

There are many medicinal materials on the mountains in this area. The villagers rely on medicinal materials for money, and their life is much better than the previous two years.

After a few words with Village Chief Bai, Wei Zhenhui quietly went around to the entrance of the village.

They had three vehicles, and a small truck, which was covered with cloth so that it was impossible to see what was inside.

There were 8 people in total, 6 men and 2 women, each with a bulging trouser pocket, which should be a pistol.

One after another, the villagers rushed to the entrance of the village with medicinal materials. Some were responsible for sorting, some were responsible for weighing, and there were special money.

The whole process is very proficient, and no flaws can be seen at all.

"Oh, why did it take you so long to come this time, and there is almost no place to put the dried medicinal materials at home?" An old lady spoke to one of the women familiarly.

The woman pursed her lips, and secretly glanced at the man standing beside him. The man had been watching his surroundings vigilantly. He should be the leader of these people.

So he didn't see the look of the woman asking for instructions.

The woman reacted quickly, and smiled randomly, "Sister, we have to go around every village, of course it's been a long time, this is your money, you count it."

The aunt took the money happily, not doubting him, "Next time, come earlier!"

After a while, more than a dozen people have come to sell medicinal materials one after another, most of them are women, and they can be of any age.

At this time, another woman in a white shirt in the car took out a pile of Dacron short-sleeved shirts from a bag.

"Look at this one, who said you want to buy it last time? It's cool to wear in summer!"