Chapter 2546: Chapter 2537 the Apostle who was bullied
Translator: 549690339
Following the lazy voice, a young man appeared from the back door of the restaurant. He looked to be about 27 or 28 years old and was more than 10 years younger than the farmer who delivered the grass. He was the waiter of the restaurantâs Kitchen, people called him buttface. As for what his name was, very few people knew.
âYou came late today. What happened? Is there no grass on the mountain?âButtface squinted his eyes and said with his big mouth.
âSecond brother, didnât you complain that my grass wasnât good yesterday? I went far to cut it back,âthe farmer explained.
âHa... you went to the mountain to cut it back. What does that have to do with me?âButtface rolled his eyes.
âYes, yes, yes. Second Brother, do you think the grass is okay today?âThe farmer said with a smile.
âThatâs it?âButtface casually looked at the grass, then kicked the straw down to the ground. Then he said to the farmer, âYou donât even want to eat this lousy grass donkey!â
âYou!âThe farmer was so angry that his face turned red.
âWhat About Me?âButtface sneered and said to the farmer, âLet me tell you, donât come tomorrow. Our family doesnât want your lousy grass. What kind of thing is that!â
âHow can you be like this? This is clearly what your manager wants.âThe farmer wanted to argue.
âManager?â? âOur manager pitied you and was willing to give you two money for charity. You have no end. Do you really think that our family runs a charity hall? You come every day to get some lousy grass for free food and drinks,âbuttface scolded.
âYou!âThe farmer was obviously an honest man. He did not even know how to curse. Therefore, he was so angry that his face turned red. He could not say a word.
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âWhatâs going on?âJiang Fei, who was secretly observing from afar, was very confused. He could be sure that the farmer was Peter. However, as an apostle, what was wrong with Peter? He had had enough of the good life, did he come here to look for trouble?
To be honest, Jiang Fei had seen many âPlayersâ. Even if they were not apostles, those ordinary âPlayersâwere much more arrogant and domineering. They treated npcs as human beings. As for those who swallowed their anger.., jiang Fei had never seen anyone who would not return a scolding when they were pointed at their nose.
The more Peter acted like this, the more Jiang Fei did not dare to act rashly. This was because he did not know what this guy was trying to do. Moreover, Jiang Fei could not detect Peterâs ability from the detector at this time, this was the main reason why he had not made any moves.
âGet lost! Donât hang around our door anymore. You are so unlucky. If you stand at our door, we will never get rich in this life!âButtface said as he gave the farmer a kick on the back of his waist, the farmer was kicked out and rolled away.
âThis kid is too much...âeven Jiang Fei, who was watching from the side, was a little angry. That buttface was too inhumane. If you donât want other peopleâs grass, you donât want it. What kind of nonsense is that? Moreover, he even hit someone. This kid was too arrogant.
When the farmer got up, Buttface had already returned to the courtyard. He wanted to pick up the grass that had been kicked. However, when he lifted it up, the grass was scattered all over the ground. The farmer wanted to put it back, however, he found that the rope used to bundle the grass was broken. He did not have any extra rope on him. The grass was scattered all over the ground. He could not move it even if he wanted to.
âSob, sob, sob...âa five-foot-tall man sat on the ground and cried in anger.
âSigh!âJiang Fei sighed. Then, he walked up and asked, âBrother, isnât it just that the grass has not been sold? Why are you still crying?â
âSOB, sob... you donât know. My mother was sick. I was counting on this grass to sell some food for her. Now that the grass has not been sold, I canât choose another house. How am I supposed to buy food for my mother?âThe farmer cried as he said.
âSigh!âJiang Fei sighed again. There was a poet in his hometown who once said, âHappy families are all the same, but unhappy families have their own misfortune.â.
However, in the end, a large part of these misfortune was due to poverty. Only a very small number of misfortune could not be solved with money.
Just like the farmer in front of him, he was indeed very unfortunate. His mother was sick, but she did not even have food to eat. As the son of man, he had no way at all. He could only sit on the street and cry. How helpless was this, as long as he had some money, this suffering would not happen.
âEh? Big Brother, why are you here?âAt this moment, a bald man walked over. He was holding a bird cage in his left hand and a fish in his right hand. No matter how one looked at it, he did not look like a poor man.
âItâs you...âthe farmer sighed.
âWhatâs wrong, Big Brother?âThe bald man threw the bird cage and fish away. Then, he walked over to the farmer in two steps.
âYou asked me to send grass to their house, but they didnât want it. They even hit me and scattered my grass.âThe farmer explained everything. Jiang Fei secretly nodded as he listened. This farmerâs humanity was really good, even if someone came to support him, he did not add anything to it. He just described it as it was.
âAlright, Big Brother. You Donât have to care about this. Just wait here. I will ask them to obediently buy the grass later!âAfter the bald man heard it, there was no expression on his face. He stood up just like that, he walked toward the back door of the restaurant.
Before the Bald Man entered the door, Buttface came out to greet him.
âYo! Isnât this master five? How come you have the time to come to our restaurant?âButtfaceâs face was full of joy. He looked like a completely different person from before.
The bald man ignored him and walked into the backyard of the restaurant.
âYo! Master Five, youâre here.âEveryone in the restaurant knew this bald man, and they were all very polite to him.
âWhereâs your shopkeeper?âThe bald man asked.
âHeâs in front. Iâll call him for you!âA waiter trotted to the front. A moment later, a middle-aged man ran over with the waiter.
âOH, fifth master, Fifth Master, you didnât tell me you were coming. Look, I wasnât prepared at all.âThe shopkeeper also greeted him with a smile.
âAlright, donât talk so much. Letâs settle the score.âThe bald man said to the shopkeeper.
âLook at what youâre saying. Whatâs there to settle between us?âThe shopkeeper said with a smile.
âOf course, itâs to calculate who owes whom money.âThe bald man said.
âMaster Five, your words are slapping my face. My life was saved by you, and the money to open the restaurant was paid by you. Whatâs there to settle? âAs long as you say the word, I can leave naked, or I can leave my life here for you. If I hesitate a little, my conscience will grow crooked!âThe shopkeeper said with a solemn face.