Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 46

Yaoshou...

Why did I stop and look back three times? Are you obsessed with ghosts?

Zhaoming was so annoyed that he wanted to beat his head, and had to brace himself to deal with this sudden inquiry from the patrol.

This man should be a captain, a young man with a smile and a particularly gentle look. His eyes were long and narrow, and he seemed to be smiling, which somehow reminded him of those heroes who walked the line between gentlemen and scum.

Anyway, Zhaoming, who was caught red-handed, was a little flustered at the time. He dryly asked them what was going on in local dialect.

It was already dark at this time, the winter days were short, and the courtyards of the residents had been closed. Each of these people were more evil than the gangsters on the street, so they blocked the shivering Zhao Ming at the entrance of the alley.

Lu Zhaoming did not pretend to be himself, he still looked like a fair and handsome young man, with his peach-blossom eyes with raised tails blinking innocently.

"Don't be afraid." The captain spoke lazily and put his hand on Zhao Ming's shoulder, "Where did you come from? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Zhao Ming felt a little strange, not just because this young man was standing on his left, but he put his hand on his right shoulder and gently pressed his fingers on his shoulder socket. It was obvious that the force was not strong, but it was suddenly creepy. And he felt that the tone of voice was inexplicably familiar, so familiar that something felt wrong about him.

But it was hard to say anything at the moment. With all his acting skills and attitude, he showed them the letter of introduction he had issued before, showing that he was really a good citizen and was traveling according to orders.

"Selling grain?...I can't see it, right? What's in it?"

Zhao Ming thought in his heart, he could obviously open it and look at it, and there was such a strong smell of alcohol, but people insisted on asking, just like a cat teasing a mouse.

Zhao Ming was extremely reluctant to be teased like this. Good temper does not mean he has no temper. At this moment, he was caught red-handed. Isn't it just a mouse and a cat?

"Home-made wine is not grain wine. Doesn't it violate the regulations?" Zhaoming said with a smile, and stuffed a hard-boiled egg into the other person's hand very naturally. "For the safety of our people's lives, I would like to thank you for your kindness." You have been on guard for a long time, have you had breakfast?"

The young man came closer and narrowed his eyes happily, "Are you here for the morning market?"

"...Hi! Isn't this in response to the country's call to encourage farmers to start household sideline businesses to increase their income during their off-time farming? These are agricultural and sideline products. There are more in the countryside but less in the city. I just help everyone run errands and resolve bilateral exchanges. Help solve the misunderstanding caused by too little and help solve the burden on the people."

Zhaoming looks very innocent, and his smile is as bright as the winter sunshine. I can't believe that he can talk about smuggling in such a harmless manner with such a harmless face.

The young man succeeded in a second, smiled sullenly and immediately returned to his original lazy look, "What's the fee for running errands? Are you so stingy?"

The fingers on his shoulders pinched, Zhao Ming froze, and smiled again, "How can we ask for any errand fees for collective things? We are a socialist country and we don't practice capitalism."