Compared with the life of a new mayor, Ding Hammer seems a bit shabby. There are three teammates around him, a drunken uncle and a giggling girl looking out the window …

The ham sausage cried when it said goodbye to the hammer, but because it had to complete many things, it was the first time that the ham sausage was separated from the hammer since it came to this world, which made it unbearable for ordinary cheap cats.
And Dinghammer was so angry that he went through two farewells a day. This feeling made Dinghammer want to smash the glass, but it happened that this tone was unbearable. It was because he was being raped … Dinghammer was not stupid enough to smash someone’s office. He didn’t have the strength now.
The appointed hammer sat alone in the second-class carriage with a ticket of his teammates, enduring dirty mats and noisy environment.
Three hours after the train moved, none of them spoke. Although no one complained about Ding Hammer, the eyes really made Ding Hammer afraid to look up.
But!
This is only limited to the first three hours. When the three-hour trough has passed, the whole carriage has been mobilized by them. The fat box has been shown to people, and Miao drunk and played his broken guitar, while Mo Hui, a poor and expensive man, sang and winked at the train girl. The hammer was set in a circle to teach those Liba people who usually hated it.
Of course, wine is not a good wine. Ordinary people who are struggling for a living everywhere will have some precious wines, all of which are cheap distilled liquor and homemade grain wine. However, the hammer-fixing feeling is particularly enjoyable to play with these guys. I have long been tired of being a hammer-fixing person with my tail between my legs. It seems that I have found it for a long time and I have not experienced it. Even if my face is dizzy and my eyes are bloodshot, I can still be the "horse and the five champions"
And the quietest in the whole carriage is probably the butterfly. Her squatting hand sketch depicts the drunken expression of all beings in the carriage, as always, as calm as water.
In this way, I slept and slept, and spent a whole 22 hours drinking. Ding Hammer and his party finally arrived at the transit. Some people were reluctant to go, and Ding Hammer’s hands were full of all kinds of gifts. Maybe it was not very beautiful, maybe it was a hometown specialty, but Ding Hammer felt for a long time and did not feel the special tacit understanding between people.
The transit is a desolate and remote place with bare eyes. If no one says it’s a car, I’m afraid even dogs don’t want to build a nest here. Besides, it’s not a hammer. Their destination is a transit and the way back … Those who listen to the car say it shouldn’t be a person.
"Mushrooms are you". While waiting for the transit, the hammer will distribute local products. "Dried bamboo shoots are you. What is this?"
"This is the dry food dried by tearing chicken into strips." Miao grabbed the chicken cake in his hand. "This is mine."
About everyone got three things, and a broken off-road vehicle slowly stopped in front of a group of people with a hammer.
The car is a dark man. He sticks out half his head from the window that can’t move, looks at the hammer, and then grins with a big yellow tooth.
"Mulberry carts!" Han said, "Don’t worry about the car."
Fixed hammer eyes quickly grabbed the bag and rushed to the co-pilot position and shouted "Hurry up" from the window to the head man.
"Do you want to be so cheap?" Mo Hui was angry on the spot. "How can I sit in this car?"
"You’re a loser." A loser should be treated properly and find a way to go by himself. "
In the end, there is no way out, except for butterflies. There is not even a seat in the back of a small off-road vehicle. Either you can sit on the ground or you can squat, but everyone else chooses to squat except Samuel … Because the roots can’t sit, people’s phlegm is not dry, and it’s already green, just like a lump of dry chicken shit.
And the butterfly, the strongest in this group, obviously won’t be crowded with them. She takes a car alone and closes her eyes.
When driving, the dark man introduced the situation here with a hammer. He is the acting mayor of the "city" aborigines … and this city is also the most remote city. To the west, it is the sixth and seventh public areas. Fiona Fang is 500 kilometers without people, but now it is at least two hours away from where they are going …
"It’s not that I said this place looks beautiful." When the hammer bumps, it points to a distant mountain. "This place is full of wild fruits. There are groups of wild boars in this place!"
"How many people dare to catch it at night?" The black-faced man nodded heavily. "I can’t beat it."
"Look at this smooth road. It’s catching up with the national highway. Why is that place so remote? I remember this place is generally a good place. "
"You really don’t know if you don’t know?" MoHui squatting behind like a shit "this city is the third trade zone in the seventh district, but the history of the sudden war in the sixth district forty years ago is called the Hundred Days War, which is the biggest super warrior confrontation in human history. How else did you get that 500-kilometer human area? It was after the 500-kilometer section of the city center was filled alive, and the six and seven districts signed an agreement that this area would not be rebuilt. It was only when the buffer zones of both sides became the present situation, but the city was not cancelled and kept, but what you saw was that the national strength of the seventh and sixth districts turned sharply because of this war. "
"So that’s it." Dinghammer sighed. "Mom, I’m a fucking mayor, right? Maybe you will be a member of the Politburo if you can enter the Central Committee at the last time? "
"Politburo?" Mo Hui cocked his head. "What are you talking nonsense about?"
"nothing"
Ding hammer shook his head silently, although he was as active as possible, but with the deepening of the car, he found that this active atmosphere was redundant. Although there were still many traces of human beings here, it had already been ruined with the erosion of wind and rain for 40 or 50 years. In some places, it was simply a virtue of the original forest, but there were no margins at a glance, instead of two antique cars parked on the side of the road and covered with green vines. It looked quite silent hill.
"This place is really … I don’t know how to play." Light a cigarette with a hammer. "What are your entertainment activities? What can I play at ordinary times? "
Black-faced Han looked at the hammer’s arms and was sleeping. The bag snorted. "You are holding it."
Fixed hammer looked down at the bag and instantly responded with a clap of his forehead. "Oh, my God, is that all you usually do for entertainment?"
"What fun and fun?"
Fixed hammer silently shook his head and turned to look at Mo Hui. "Don’t bring soap when you take a shower."
Mo Huiyi didn’t react and asked curiously, "What?"
"If you accidentally drop the soap, your little daisy will turn into a sunflower. Hahahaha." Ding Mukou teased Mo Hui. "Be careful. You don’t have hemorrhoids, do you?"
"get out!" How can Mo Hui still be white but kick a certain hammer cushion? "Can you stop flowing like this?"
"Watch it, or life will be boring." Ding Hammer slurped and then asked the black-faced man, "Are you coming soon?"
"Hey, hey, hey!" The black-faced man pointed to a smoke-filled hill in the distance. "Here!"
The hammer stuck its head out and took a deep breath. "What a nice place …"
"What a fart! This is the exile, okay?" Mo Hui kicked and slept soundly on his leg. "Get ready for the car!"
However, although it is an exile, I really think this place is beautiful. It is surrounded by mountains, surrounded by water and a pool of water. The green willows and peaches on the shore complement each other. The lake is as calm as a mirror, and sometimes fat fish jump out of the water and stir a circle of ripples.
In addition, although the "city" not far away in the Mid-levels is mostly mud huts, the door can be half-hidden, and the smoke is like fog. It is a beautiful landscape, and Zhong Ling is unique
"This is probably the most fucking small city I have ever seen." Ding Hammer smiled at himself. "But mosquitoes are fucking meat even though they are small! Always the mayor! "
And the black-faced man stopped the car at this moment and gathered around Dinghammer and said, "There are bandits here, but they only come once a month. We can give some food."
"Oh?" When the hammer heard the cold mountain in his eyes, his right hand turned into a cold light brightly watermelon knife, and he chopped a few times and said, "People stop killing people! The Buddha blocked the Buddha! "
"Ah!" The black-faced man shouted and sat down on the ground. "What’s the strange … monster?"
"Mom … you don’t know Super Warrior?" Fixed hammer blinked. "Oh, my God, do you still know the super soldier?"
Mo Hui shook his head. "The super soldiers in China are all outside the capital, except fugitives and fugitives."
"Then I am not blowing up the sky?"
"Let’s just say."
Chapter 65 My mayor, our city
It took Ding Hammer a full twenty minutes to explain to the black-faced man what a super soldier is, and it was blown into a world without foundation. Wherever Sun Ding Hammer went, he had to bow down and bow down, making him even unable to listen to Bao’s face. In the end, the black-faced man made Ding Hammer speechless.
"Are you still here?"
He really has a heart, but he can answer this question with a hammer. He can only make a careless eye and rub himself alone, screaming and being hungry alone, which is the solution to his dilemma.