Chapter 50 was supposed to be an accidental encounter

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In the middle of the night I changed shifts with the fat man, and we didn't say anything all night.

The next day, at dawn, the fat man woke me up. Perhaps as luck would have it, we escaped from the mountains and into a village.

It is a village built deep in the mountains. But it's not so much a village as it is the image of a tunlai. Because there are only a dozen families in the whole village.

The fat man and I were afraid that my uncle's people would find this place, so we just begged for food and water in this small village, and then asked the villagers where the nearest place to take a car was, and then left.

At present, Guangxi is still an undeveloped area, and many places are particularly backward. The villagers of this small village don't know how many years they have lived in this place, and I guess they have little contact with the outside world except for some necessary needs. Because they are all communicating in a language that is rarely seen now. The language sounds a bit like a dialect in my house called Tuguai, so I can barely understand it. Not for fat people. I've been communicating in Mandarin since I met the fat man, and I haven't heard him speak any other local dialect during this time.

The fat man listened attentively to what the villagers were talking about, didn't he still show a look of sudden realization, and then nodded in agreement.

I felt a little funny when I watched the fat man's self-deception, and I didn't bother to debunk him.

I have to say that there are still benefits to living in isolation. The villagers were very enthusiastic when they saw outsiders coming in. And after I said that the fat man and I had found our way out after getting lost in the mountains, there were even two families who offered to send us a piece of clothing to wear.

The fat man is more embarrassed about the matter of giving clothes, and the people here have searched all over the village for clothes, and there is no fat man to wear. In the end, in order to apologize, they pulled a sheet and put it on the fat man.

As mentioned earlier, the fat man and I were worried that the uncle's people would find him, so we didn't plan to stay here for long. But before leaving, the fat man stopped me and said a question.

We don't have any money now, and even if we find a car, we won't be able to get on.

I was stunned when I heard it.

An older woman next to us looked at us with a look of embarrassment and asked us what was wrong. I told her that our money was in our clothes, that we had lost our clothes, and that we had no money to go back. Something happened that touched me. The woman told me to wait, then turned around and went back into the house, and came out again a little later.

She handed me a blue, crumpled and softened note.

At first glance, I thought it was ten dollars a piece. But if you look closely, you can find that it is a hundred pieces printed with four ****** heads.

This is an old version of the renminbi.

She should have hidden this money for many years and was reluctant to use it, right? I said in my heart, and then handed the money back, saying that I couldn't ask for it. Another reason why I can't ask for it is that the note is no longer in circulation.

The woman pushed the bill back and said she had to take it.

At this time, the fat man next to him could understand even if he couldn't understand it. The fat man sighed and said to me, "Then take it." After speaking, the fat man patted me on the shoulder: "For her heart, the fat man, I will leave her a spiritual weapon in exchange." ”

When I heard the fat man say this, I smiled bitterly, and said in my heart that I really didn't look down on these villagers. It's just that they don't understand the value of these bronzes at all, and even if you give them them, they can only use them as night pots. But after thinking about it, there is no better way to do it now. So he nodded, and secretly decided that he would have to find another time to come back after going out, and thank these simple villagers.

After saying goodbye to the villagers, the fat man and I began to walk in the direction they were pointing. The villagers who gave us the road said that if we didn't take the wrong road, we would have been able to reach a town in a little more than two days. There will be the cars we need.

I won't repeat it for the next two days, and I'm going to be in a boring hurry.

After arriving in town, the appearance of me and the fat man received a lot of attention.

Maybe it's because we're outsiders, but I think the more direct reason is that the fat man used the sheets given to him by the villagers as a cloak. Just imagine, a fat man with only a pair of pants left with his chest and breasts exposed, walking on the street so swaggeringly, the wind blows, and the sheets tied around his neck fly in the wind

Assi, I think I'm having a nervous breakdown. It's true.

It stands to reason that the fat man is not allowed to get on the bus at the passenger station, but after I repeatedly emphasized that I was taking my younger brother with a brain disease to the city for treatment, the driver finally compromised.

And as for the fare, that's easier. On the way to the passenger station, many caring people said that the fat man's behavior was a disease and could be cured. So before we could get to the passenger station, I was already stuffed with nearly 100 yuan of "life-saving" money.

The fat man disagreed with this, saying that the black and thin man who doesn't understand the day and night doesn't understand the beauty of the fat. He didn't care about these stupid mortals.

I looked at the sheets fluttering in the wind behind him, and said in my heart that others are mortals, what the hell are you Maitreya Buddha.

The car back to the city was quite smooth. After getting out of the car, I found a pay phone and called a friend, asked him to come with money to help, and explained the location.

This friend of mine is an iron buddy who has played since childhood.,If you want to ask me how iron is.,I can only say that everything else can be shared except for my wife who can't share it.。

Since the fat man and I didn't have enough money to go home directly, we can only wait for friends to come over in a small county town. Fortunately, the county is not very far from the city, and it is about a three-hour drive if there is no traffic jam.

I met my friend at the gate of the bus terminal more than three hours ago. Of course, like everyone else. My friend was also stunned when he saw the fat man next to me. The fat man shook his bangs indifferently and made an expression that everyone in the world was drunk and I was sober.

My friend asked me with a look who this neurotic was, and I shook my head to say I didn't know.

In the car, my friend saw that I was almost covered in injuries and asked me how I did this. I shook my head and said I couldn't put it into words.

After returning to the city, I didn't go home directly, but was sent directly to the city hospital by a friend with the fat man. It is worth mentioning that my friend hung up surgery for me, but the fat man was sadistic and hung up in the brain department.

In fact, most of the injuries on my body and the fat man were scratched by miscanthus when we were hiding from my uncle in the mountains, and these are just skin injuries and nothing serious. But I have to say about the bite on my shoulder.

Those with good memories will remember that when I was crawling the thief cave with the fat man, we encountered two corpses with big faces. One of them was tackled by the fat man, while the other took a bite on my shoulder. At that time, the fat man used glutinous rice for me to treat this wound. It is said that glutinous rice is poisonous to drive away corpses. But then a series of things happened, and I don't know when the glutinous rice wrapped around my shoulders fell. Then I jumped into the mud with my wounds exposed, and I drilled back and forth in the mountains and old forests, and so on. The wound that did not get even treated has now worsened.

In addition to the suppuration on my shoulder, there was also a black mark about the size of a slap in the center of the bite mark. The doctor was very curious about this and asked me who had bitten me (judging by the bite marks). I insist on not saying anything. It's not that there's anything unspeakable, but no one will believe me if I say it.

The doctor was very helpless about my insistence and asked me to be hospitalized for observation first. My friend also advised me to fix the wound first before going back.

I have no objection to that. I wasn't stupid enough to be discharged from the hospital before my injuries were healed. So I was treated in the hospital for almost a week.

Nothing happened this week, everything went according to plan. But just as I was about to take the fat man home after I was discharged from the hospital, I saw a man downstairs in my house.