MTL - My Years As a Car Dealer-Chapter 324 : From now on, Zhang Chen is my brother

Chapter 0324: From now on, Zhang Chen is my brother

Tear gas has a great impact on people, and the wolves are more sensitive, and they fled almost at the moment when those small **** exploded.

Zhang Chen was worried about the injured Hardan Bartel, and endured the burning pain all over his body, while shouting in the smoke, he squatted down and groped for Hardan Bartel beside him.

Hardan Bartel was lying on his back on the ground, his face was blue and his eyes were closed and he did not move at all, unable to respond to Zhang Chen's shouting at all.

Zhang Chen finally touched his arm, directly hugged his sturdy body, and rushed out of the smoke as if he was desperate, for fear that he would pass out in the choking smoke too late.

When the smoke came out, outside Wang Keqiang, Mu Qing, Jiang Fangyan and Ling Zhenghao hurriedly greeted the two of them. Everyone took over the unconscious Hadan Bartel and checked that he was only fainted by the smoke, and his life was not in danger. , and surrounded Zhang Chen again.

Mu Qing was very worried about Zhang Chen's safety, especially seeing Zhang Chen's body shaking with red eyes, his face full of snot and tears, which scared her to death. After checking Zhang Chen's body several times, no injuries were found. He let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing Mu Qing's worried face flushing red, although Zhang Chen was very dissatisfied with Mu Qing's coming back, a warm current surged in his heart, and his eyes were full of emotion and tenderness.

The sage once said: The wind knows the grass, and the fire sees the real gold.

If you weren't worried about yourself, you wouldn't risk your life to come back at all.

So, when Zhang Chen looked at Jiang Fangyan, the anger in his heart subsided little by little, and the pain in his body gradually disappeared.

Jiang Fangyan felt very embarrassed about accidentally hurting Zhang Chen and Hardan Bartel. She didn't expect the power of the small ball to be so great. Because she was afraid of Zhang Chen's revenge, she hid behind Wang Keqiang and timidly stuck out her small head. He looked towards Zhang Chen.

Hardan Bartel had wounds all over his body, with the most serious injuries on his thighs and Yuexiong's mouth. The bright red muscles were exposed, as big as a child's mouth, so scary.

Ling Zhenghao put a simple dressing on Hardan Bartel, and there is no danger to his life for the time being.

Everyone was afraid that the wolves would come back again, so they hurriedly lifted Hardan Bartel, who was still in a coma, and ran back to the Mitsubishi Outlander parked on the road.

The doors and glass of the Mitsubishi Outlander were tightly closed, and the four children were lying on the glass in panic. When they saw everyone coming back, they exclaimed with joy, and immediately opened the door and came down to greet everyone.

But when they saw Hardan Bartel who was in a coma, the four children were stunned for a moment, then immediately rushed over and lay on Hardan Bartel, crying in unison.

Seeing the sadness of the four children crying, even Jiang Fangyan and Ling Zhenghao were infected and couldn't help shedding tears.

Zhang Chen looked at the four children silently, and he could guess that Hardan Bartel must be very popular among the villagers, otherwise the children would not be so sad.

He felt for a while, Hardan Bartel did not abandon the crowd and run away at the time of crisis, but bravely stepped forward, leaving the hope of life to others and death to himself. It is indeed righteous enough and bold enough. Absolutely nice guy.

With such a village chief, how can he not be supported by the villagers?

"Alright, alright, children, Uncle Hardan Bartel is fine." Zhang Chen gently comforted the children and told them not to be sad.

Mu Qing also walked over, trying to pull the children away: "Go back to the village quickly, and find a doctor for treatment."

The four children choked and twitched and left Hardan Bartel, while Wang Keqiang had already folded down all the seats in the second row, freeing up huge space.

Watching Zhang Chen and Ling Zhenghao lift Hardan Bartel to the car, the children got into the car together and prepared to leave with Wang Keqiang's greeting.

Wang Keqiang admitted that his driving skills were not as good as Zhang Chen's. He waved his hands and smiled wryly, rejecting Zhang Chen's suggestion to let him drive.

In the end, Zhang Chen sat in the main driver and let a child sit in the co-pilot to lead the way.

The rest of the people were squeezed to the back. Fortunately, the Mitsubishi Outlander had a magic seat. Even if Hardan Bartel was lying down, there was still a lot of space to squeeze so many people.

After experiencing such a thrilling encounter with the wolf pack attack, everyone was very nervous. After calming down a little, Jiang Fangyan asked the children curiously, why are they not in the village and running out of the mountains?

"Uh..." The children all lowered their heads and dared not speak in shame, as if they had done something wrong.

Mu Qing, Jiang Fangyan, and Ling Zhenghao looked at each other, as if they had guessed the reason. It must be the children who wanted to sneak into the county town to play, and only met the Timberwolves on the way.

The children felt guilty and did not dare to answer. The atmosphere in the car became very embarrassing for a while. Wang Keqiang laughed and said, "Okay, okay, it's better than anything."

"It's because we heard that the movie theater in the county seat has a big movie, and wanted to watch it." The child sitting in the co-pilot finally told the truth, he also realized his mistake, and didn't dare to look up in shame.

Listening to the children's introduction to the village, it turns out that Shanwanzi Village, where Hardan Bartel is located, is located on the border. It is a village where many ethnic groups live together, and is even responsible for guarding the Chinese border.

There are not only menggu people, but also Han people and Oroqen people.

The four children are Han Chinese, cousins, all surnamed Chen.

And Hardan Batel is the patriarch of the menggu clan, or the village chief.

Hardan Bartel is a straightforward and righteous person. No matter what nationality or family he has, he will help without hesitation. He has a very high prestige among the villagers. Therefore, seeing him injured, the children wept sadly.

The road leading to Shanwanzi Village was getting harder and harder, and the bumpy crowd felt uncomfortable in the car.

Jiang Fangyan was bumped several times and hit the roof of the car. She rubbed her little head and complained incessantly.

Of course, the children couldn't answer this question. Suddenly, Hardan Bartel, who had been lying down, opened his eyes gently and responded with a smile: "Our ancestors have lived here for generations, and the homeland is difficult, and the village has the heavy responsibility of guarding the frontier. , if we move away, who will guard the frontier?"

"Uncle Hardan Bartel, are you awake?"

"Grandpa, you scared me to death."

"Great, I finally woke up, God and Buddha bless."

Everyone in the back row showed a smile, cared about Hardan Bartel's injury, and asked him how he was feeling.

Hardan Bartel waved weakly to indicate that he was fine, except for the injuries caused by the wolves, and what was more serious was the buzzing of Jiang Fangyan's tear-jerking wassi-smoked head.

The sequelae of tearjerker has not disappeared yet? Everyone was happy all of a sudden, and Jiang Fangyan was drowned out by the half-blaming, half-sneering gaze.

Jiang Fangyan also felt very embarrassed about the fact that the tear gas had swept away the wolves and also swept Zhang Chen and Hardan Bartel to half-death. Her face flushed with shame, and hurriedly changed the subject: "Guarding the frontier is the responsibility of the country, What's the matter with your little mountain village?"

"You don't understand this." Wang Keqiang leaned on the door and smiled, explaining to everyone, "Because China's territory is very vast and the border line is very long, it is very unrealistic to rely on the state to protect it.

Therefore, in addition to the formation of the Agricultural Reclamation Corps and the establishment of troops to guard the frontier, the country also mobilized villages on the border to help guard it. No matter where in the motherland, there are militias formed. Presumably this is the case in Shanwanzi Village. "

"Yes, Brother Wang is right." Hardan Bartel smiled and admitted that Wang Keqiang was right. The village is surrounded by mountains and steep terrain. Only the villagers who have lived there for hundreds of years can know everything. , replaced by the kind of troops that rotate once every few years, it is estimated that they can't even figure out the situation, let alone arrest those bad guys who want to sneak across the border.

Therefore, the country entrusted the important task of guarding this border to Shanwanzi Village, and Shanwanzi Village lived up to expectations.

Although Zhang Chen, who was driving, did not turn his head, he was distracted and listened to Hardan Bartel explaining the interesting stories on the border. He had actually seen a related feature film, which was about the ethnic militiamen in northwest China, who worked hard from generation to generation. Guarding the gate of Huaxia, he didn't expect such a thing to exist in this mountain village. He admired and worshipped Hardan Bartel even more.

"Where, where, Zhang Chen is overrated." Zhang Chen's praise made Hardan Bartel feel very embarrassed, raised his head with difficulty, looked at Zhang Chen who was driving, and said excitedly, "You saved four The life of the child is to save the lives of our entire village, your kindness is like the sun warming the earth, like the rain moistening the grassland, today I will slaughter sheep and serve you wine..."

"Drinking?" Zhang Chen didn't take it to heart, but he was worried about Hardan Bartel's injury, and strongly advised him to wait until the injury healed.

Hardan Bartel led the way, and Mitsubishi Outlander spent a long time in the mountains before finally arriving at the village where he lived.

This village is not big, it is estimated that there are only forty or fifty families with three or four hundred people.

The village is surrounded by mountains, only the place where the village is located is a plain, very close to the border.

"Oh, God bless you, the merciful Emperor Sanqing has finally arrived. It's really hard to find." Wang Keqiang got out of the car and hurriedly moved his old arms and legs. in the car.

Zhang Chen got out of the car and found that the whole village was neat and tidy. He saw that each house was a row of bungalows.

Mu Qing took out his mobile phone and found that there was no signal. Hardan Bartel explained that it was very inconvenient to set up a signal tower because it was far away from the county seat. The villagers in other places called their relatives in the county seat. message.

Unexpectedly, it was just after six o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time for dinner, but there was no one in the village, and no one knew where the villagers went.

Hardan Bartel asked Zhang Chen to park the car at the entrance of the village, and with the help of Wang Keqiang, they walked towards the house.

Zhang Chen, on the other hand, was holding the injured child and followed behind with Mu Qing, Jiang Fangyan, and three other children.

Suddenly, the child Zhang Chen was holding looked worried and glanced at Zhang Chen from time to time, as if he had something to say.

Zhang Chen was very puzzled and asked what happened to the little guy, is there something wrong?

The little guy thought about it, and finally advised: "The village chief grandpa will ask you for a drink later, then you must hold on!"

"So that's what happened? It's a trivial matter." Zhang Chen wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said nonchalantly, "I thought it was such a big deal that it scared me to death."

Seriously, no matter how many people Wang Keqiang is, in terms of alcohol consumption, Zhang Chen, who now has a car dealer system, is not a young boy who just left the school. Looking for him to drink and play boxing every three days, Zhang Chen has already practiced blowing white wine against the bottle, and drinking a lot of beer in a box. I really don't care, Hardan Bartel can drink again, I don't believe that he can drink it until the sky.

Seeing Zhang Chen's indifference, the little guy sighed and felt sad for Zhang Chen. At the same time, he also felt that Grandpa Hardan Bartel was hospitable, righteous, straightforward, and everything was good. It was this drinking problem that was particularly unbearable. He was still able to drink, and he thought that when entertaining guests, they should be poured out, not drunk well.

Zhang Chen didn't care, he thought that drinking was all about it. You come and go, and you touch me. No matter how much the villagers can drink, they will be drunk.

Zhang Chen promised that he knew, and would not be overwhelmed by the village chief. The little guy was relieved, and he even thoughtfully taught the menggu drinking etiquette again, to save the taboo.

Before reaching the door of Hardan Bartel's house, a large number of people suddenly poured in from outside the village, anxiously running towards Hardan Bartel and others.

Seeing the child Zhang Chen was holding, and the three children following them, a few women rushed over with a loud cry, first hugged them tightly and wept bitterly, then dragged their clothes towards him. A *** is a slap in the face.

The fan-like slap landed on the four children's ***, and the children who were beating were screaming. Zhang Chen and several people hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade them, saying that the children had already made a mistake, so stop beating.

The Quan Wu Xing was staged. Countless men met with Hardan Bartel and knew the whole process. They bowed to Zhang Chen and others, and thanked Zhang Chen and others loudly for saving the children and Hardan Bartel. Life.

Before Zhang Chen and the others could react, Hardan Bartel grabbed Zhang Chen and pulled him out of the crowd. At the same time, he greeted the villagers in a loud voice: "All the old and young go to my house for a drink."

Everyone quickly followed and came to Hardan Bartel's house.

As the village chief, Hardan Bartel's home is like an ordinary person's, it's a low-rise bungalow with seven or eight rooms, but in the spacious yard, there are now a few men in menggu robes slaughtering sheep, and a few others. The girl was busy setting tables and chairs.

Hardan Bartel insisted on letting Zhang Chen sit in the main seat, and the others were on both sides. A bonfire was lit in the open space in the middle. The four sheep were quickly packed up and roasted on the roaring bonfire.

Toasting and toasting is a traditional way of hospitality for the menggu people.

They believe that wine is the essence of grain, the crystallization of five grains, and offering the most precious wine is to express the highest respect of the menggu people to the guests.

The banquet started soon, and nine menggu girls and young men dressed in bright menggu robes stood in front of the guests.

The girls are young, beautiful and slim;

The lads are strong and powerful.

They poured kumiss in golden bowls, held it on top of the long snow-white hada, and sang the traditional toast song of the menggu people.

The voice was sometimes loud, sometimes tactful, sometimes low, and sometimes distant, reminding people of the vast menggu prairie and the swiftly galloping horses.

Gold cup and silver cup with hands raised above head,

The golden cup is filled with mellow milk wine,

Friends get together and have a drink...

Because the little guy in the Chen family had already talked about etiquette just now, Zhang Chen and the others did not push or give in, let alone refusing to drink.

They took it with bold and generous hands, holding a wine glass in their left hand, dipping the wine to the sky with the ring finger of their right hand, dipping a little to the ground, and finally dipping a little wine on their foreheads to show respect to heaven, earth, and respect for Buddhism, Dharma, and monks. The prayers of the Three Treasures were finally drank without hesitation.

Although Zhang Chen and others were unskilled and jerky, they got the point.

The guests fully respected the etiquette of the menggu people, which made Hardan Bartel even more happy.

Although kumiss is refreshing and refreshing, it is delicious to drink, but wine is wine after all.

It was still such a big bowl, not even half a catty but three or four taels. After Jiang Fangyan and Mu Qing drank it, their faces flushed and their drinking power was exhausted.

Only Zhang Chen and Wang Keqiang were hiccups and hooked, thinking that the drinking method of the menggu people is the real enjoyment.

At the same time, they felt that the way of toasting that the little guy said was not so scary, and they could accept it.

Who knew that the loud singing sounded again, and the girls and boys came in a row, brought silver bowls, and sang a toast song.

"Ah, still drinking?"

Zhang Chen tilted his neck and went dry again, but Wang Keqiang, Mu Qing, Jiang Fangyan and Ling Zhenghao looked at each other with bitter faces: "Drink or not?"

"Drink." It would be better to hurt the liver and stomach than to hurt the feelings. Wang Keqiang gritted his teeth and closed his eyes to drink the wine.

The rest of Ling Zhenghao also drank it all.

It was Mu Qing and Jiang Fangyan who suffered the most. They looked at the wine in the silver bowl, weeping and crying. Only then did they realize that the appetizer was just the beginning, and the menggu drinking method was too cruel.

No way, Zhang Chen took the wine bowls of Mu Qing and Jiang Fangyan, and explained to Hardan Bartel that Mu Qing and Jiang Fangyan really couldn't drink any more, and he drank it for them.

Just finished drinking the wine in the silver bowl, everyone finally relaxed, thinking that after two rounds of drinking, the toast should be over, right?

Gold cup and silver cup with hands raised above head,

The golden cup is filled with mellow milk wine,

Friends get together and have a drink...

The girls and boys came again singing toasts, this time with jade bowls two sizes smaller.

Looking at the bowl of wine in his hand, it was Wang Keqiang's turn to burst into tears. This is drinking, it is life-threatening, no wonder the little guy is worried about everyone with a frowning face.

For the sake of his friends, Zhang Chen is not afraid of going up the mountain or going down to the sea of ​​​​fire. Even if it is poison in his hand, he will drink it with his head up.

Even Wang Keqiang, who can drink so much, grinned and shouted unbearably.

Not to mention Ling Zhenghao, who slumped directly into the chair, muttering indistinctly "no more", "can't drink anymore" and other begging words.

Zhang Chen drank cup after cup, and the wine was almost dry. The bold guests made Hardan Bartel happy. He hadn't seen such a happy person for a long time. Enough to give me Hardan Bartel face."

"Little brother, thanks to you for what happened today, you saved the children of the old Chen family, and also saved my life. You are my forever friend of Hardan Bartel. I have to fight three bowls with you, no, ten wrists. Express my gratitude at the moment." After Hardan Bartel finished speaking, regardless of whether Zhang Chen agreed or not, he greeted a young man beside him and removed all the food from the table.

Two more young men came over and placed twenty sea bowls. One young man held the wine jar, poured the wine swiftly, lowered his head and snickered and stepped aside.

Everyone saw when Zhang Chen was drinking just now. He had already drank so much that he had drunk enough for ordinary people. Maybe he had already been sent to the doctor for injections.

Now it’s twenty bowls again, and it’s still a huge sea bowl. In the face of Hardan Bartel’s challenge, not to mention that the villagers dislike him, even Mu Qing and others have no confidence in him. They keep winking at him and signalling not to drink .

Of course Zhang Chen understood the good intentions of Mu Qing and others, but he had a car dealership system, so he was not afraid at all. He straightened his sleeves, stepped on the low table, and gestured for Hadan Bartel to let the horse come over. .

All the people at the scene stopped doing other things and gathered around Zhang Chen and Hardan Bartel to watch the excitement.

At this time, the magnanimity of the menggu tribe was vividly displayed. Hardan Bartel held up the sea bowl in front of him, put his hands in front of Zhang Chen and lit it up, immediately brought it to his mouth, and drank it.

After drinking the bowl, Hardan Bartel wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, followed by the second bowl, the third bowl…

People are so generous, of course Zhang Chen can't admit defeat, and gulps down his head with his neck up.

Then there is the second bowl, the third bowl of drinking.

Hardan Bartel had just had a round of drinking with Wang Keqiang, and the ten bowls were also laborious. After drinking, his body shook involuntarily, and it was estimated that he had run out of alcohol.

However, after Zhang Chen finished drinking ten bowls of wine, the more he drank, the more spirited he became. When he wiped the wine stain on his mouth, he was like nothing, and everyone who saw it was dumbfounded.

Awesome, cheating, he is simply a god. Countless people gave Zhang Chen a thumbs up, and the eyes of admiration and admiration overwhelmed Zhang Chen.

Everyone admired the five-body, especially Hardan Bartel, who put his arms around Zhang Chen's shoulder and shouted, slapped Yuexiong's mouth vigorously, and shouted that this is the man.

Zhang Chen is his own savior, drinking and refreshing, it is a huge amount, the drunken-eyed Hardan Bartel shouted loudly to the crowd: "From today onwards, they are my Hardan Bartel's forever friends, forever and ever. "

Shanshan's late roast whole lamb was finally served. Zhang Chen looked at his own group~www.novelbuddy.com~ Except for Mu Qing, who didn't drink much, even Jiang Fangyan, who was drinking and playing slippery, bowed her head and hugged her forehead silently. Not to mention Wang Keqiang and Ling Zhenghao, they all drank early and went to talk to Duke Zhou.

Finally drinking Hardan Bartle comfortably, no longer singing toast songs, and no longer fighting wine, Zhang Chen can finally taste the taste of kumiss while eating the fat and tender mutton.

Zhang Chen only saw the Northeast on TV and newspapers before, but now he was there in person, and a few people chatted about the specialties of the Northeast.

"There are three treasures in the northeast, ginseng, deer antler, and uran grass." Zhang Chen remembered the jingle he had heard before, and said it smoothly.

"You are all old yellow calendars. Another specialty of the Northeast used to be famous all over the world." Hardan Bartel was empty stomach and hadn't eaten a single bite. Now he is eating roast mutton in big mouthfuls, and his mouth is vague. " Brother, guess what?"

Zhang Chen tilted his head and thought for a long time, minerals? Beauty? Heavy industry?

But neither.

Unable to think of it, Zhang Chen stopped drinking wine and eating meat, urging Hardan Bartel to answer.

"It's a bandit." Hardan Bartel smiled. He felt that drinking with Zhang Chen was the real pleasure, so he picked up the wine bowl and touched three more bowls with Zhang Chen.

"In our black land, bandits used to occupy the mountains as kings and robbed their homes. There is a song describing the life of bandits: being a bearded person, happy, riding a horse to drink wine, and hugging women to eat pastry. Bandit beards harm the common people, now it is the wolf in the mountains that harms the common people, and the country won’t let them fight.” Hardan Bartel’s wine became more energetic, and the conversation became more intense, he also thought of a question to test Zhang Chen, “Every industry has its own The grandfather of the bandit, do you know who the grandfather of the bandit is?"

"I don't know." The teachers had never taught, Zhang Chen opened his eyes wide and shook his head, "Who is it?"