Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

Chapter 231 The blue sky~In the Milky Way~

These days, the transportation network is not that convenient. Many migrant workers from all over the world, especially those whose hometowns are in small places and do odd jobs, choose to ride motorcycles home. new

Drag the family and bring the family, big and small bags.

If you take the train, a train ticket may cost a family thousands of dollars. If you ride a motorcycle and save money all the way, the cost may be only one-third.

Of course, it took longer, and they had to sleep in the open along the way. Many people did not know how to stay in hotels or enter restaurants. They carried quilts and rice cookers on their backs, called fellow villagers to look after each other, and set off all the way.

Zhou Rui remembers that the returning army would make the news every year. He once saw a story about a man who rode for three days almost non-stop, crossing half of China and rushing home to celebrate the New Year.

Zhou Rui moved forward. This "returning army" was hundreds of meters long, which was quite spectacular.

Just as he was about to speed up and overtake, a woven bag suddenly fell from a motorcycle in front of him, spun around and hit him.

"Fuck!"

Zhou Rui reacted quickly, but after all, the speed of the car exceeded 100 yards per hour, so he could only make the most correct operation: slow down and not turn.

He didn't know what was in the bag, but it was obviously more dangerous to swerve to avoid it.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the car stopped. Everyone in the car was shocked and broke into a cold sweat.

Song Bin was still frightened: "It's so risky for me to go! What the hell is this!"

Seeing this, the people in the homecoming convoy also pulled over and stopped.

Zhou Rui turned on the double flash, confirmed that the rear was safe, asked others to sit down, and got out of the car to check.

After turning the corner, I saw that the front of the car was covered in blood. New 𝟲𝟵Book Bar→𝟲𝟵𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘅.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Zhou Rui's mind buzzed.

What the hell? Why is there blood?

Isn't it a woven bag?

Turning around to look at the returning troops, several possibilities came to mind. Could it be that they were killing someone with a borrowed knife? Conflict?

When the returning army saw Zhou Rui looking over, they all dodge their eyes.

At this time, the team leader at the front of the motorcade ran over. He was a simple man in his 40s. He was not tall but very stocky. At first glance, he looked like he usually worked hard.

When Cao Wang saw that it was a Daben whose model he couldn't even name, he immediately felt nervous.

Such a car! It would cost a lot of money to scrape off some paint!

"Boss! Boss! Are you okay?"

Zhou Rui didn't look like he was a loser, but where did the blood on the front of the car come from?

"Whose stuff is it?"

Cao Wang turned around and shouted, but no one dared to answer.

Zhou Rui looked back and saw that the woven bag was still on the ground with blood seeping out.

Zhou Rui looked solemn, locked the car door with the car key to ensure the safety of the people in the car, and then walked to the woven bag.

While guarding against the returning troops around him, he opened the woven bag.

Gan!

It turned out to be three big geese.

Two have been killed and one is dying.

Zhou Rui breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, things did not develop in a bizarre direction.

He was really afraid that when he opened it, there would be a child inside. new

Seeing Zhou Rui coming back with the bag, Cao Wang's face turned bitter. He was only the team leader, but not everyone in the team listened to him. What if no one recognized the trouble he caused?

"Is there mineral water?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

After washing away the blood stains, I found that the car was not that fragile, but I don't know which goose's beak was harder than that of a duck, leaving a series of scratches on the front of the car, about 20 centimeters long.

Cao Wang looked at Zhou Rui's face and said, "Boss, it's our fault that we all come out to work. How about we collect 1,000 yuan for you?"

No one recognized this matter, and it would be troublesome if Zhou Rui called the police.

Although motorcycles can go on the expressway, they do not include people with big and small bags full of things like them. They can't afford tolls, so they just take a section of the expressway and sneak down through the gap.

If Zhou Rui calls the police, the police may not take it seriously, but if they encounter a serious person who stops them along the way,

Of course, even if he raised 1,000 yuan, few people would be willing to take the money. In the end, he would be the one who paid the big share.

Zhou Rui glanced at these people. Except for Cao Wang, everyone else's eyes were averted.

He actually has a very good memory, and he can recognize the objects that fell from which car. A hundred meters away, there are two middle-aged couples, who look to be in their forties.

Sighing, Zhou Rui waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

Cao Wang was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed: "Thank you, boss! Happy Chinese New Year, boss! Congratulations on getting rich, boss! May you be safe every year, boss!"

Zhou Rui grinned, saying these little words one after another.

After moving the goose body to the side of the road, Zhou Rui said, "You should handle this yourself. Tie things up securely and don't harm other people."

"Okay! Okay! I'll have them all check again!"

Zhou Rui didn't say anything more and got in the car.

Song Bin asked: "Boss, is the car okay?"

Zhou Rui said as he started: "It's okay, there is a small scratch."

Song Bin: "Didn't you ask them to compensate?"

Zhou Rui had already increased his speed, and the convoy of returning troops was gradually being left behind.

"It would cost several thousand dollars to paint this car, even if it's just a partial area. They might work for a year and more than 300 days to save tens of thousands of dollars."

"I don't care that much about a scratch, that's all."

Be reasonable, but there is no need to be unforgiving.

However, you need to check if there is a car wash in the service area. The blood may seep into the grid, and flies may be attracted if you don't clean it.

After driving for another hour, several people arrived at the service area. Zhou Rui drove the car to the car wash shop on the edge.

They ate some snacks in the service area, including stinky tofu, grilled sausages, rice dumplings, and sesame pancakes, and they were half full.

When Zhou Rui went to pick up the car, he saw hundreds of people surrounding the open space on the edge of the service area. Dozens of motorcycles were parked in a haphazard manner. Some people went to the bathroom to get water, some sat on the floor, and some were carrying rice cookers to borrow. The electricity went off.

When Cao Wang saw Zhou Rui, his face instantly stiffened and he stood up to block Zhou Rui's view.

"Boss! What a fate!"

Zhou Rui looked inside and saw a woman who looked like a peasant woman plucking the feathers of a big goose. A chopping board was set up next to her, on which she was already peeling onions, ginger and garlic. It seemed that the goose would not be wasted.

Needless to say, this team is quite complete.

They are all migrant workers, including cooks and car repairers. Apart from having no money, their leisure time really doesn't bother them.

Cao Wang saw Zhou Rui looking at the big goose and said, "Boss, do you want to stay and have a taste?"

Zhou Rui shook his head and left.

After leaving the service area, the group continued to move forward. Today’s goal was Jingdezhen. They got off the highway half an hour after driving.

The navigation led to a small town road. Zhou Rui felt that this road was not easy to walk, but as a foreign tourist, he could only trust the navigation.

Song Bin: “Where does this lead?”

It was the twelfth month of winter, and there were not many people around. There was no one to ask for directions, so Zhou Rui had no choice but to drive.

The road conditions were not good, and the speed of the car was much slower, with the average speed not exceeding 50 kilometers per hour. After driving for another half an hour, a figure finally appeared on the roadside ahead.

Zhou Rui quickly leaned over and wanted to ask for directions.

As I got closer, I realized that it was actually a seven or eight-year-old child.

The little girl was wearing a bright yellow dress, but it was covered in mud stains, like clothes picked out of a garbage dump.

Her hair was dirty and stuck to her face, as if she had sweated a lot, but her whole body was shivering from the cold and she only had one shoe.

Such a strange child made everyone in the car confused.

Zhou Rui stopped the car and lowered the window.

"Kid? Where are your adults?"

The little girl's dirty face turned around, her eyes were dull, and she sang a song while trembling: "In the blue sky and the Milky Way~"