My weird life

Twilight is closing, and the sky is getting darker.

There is no way that the convoy led by Fatty Ding can reach the nearby villages and towns where strangers live before dark. If they go further, they will have to pass through a long stretch of desolate land.

Instead of running away in a hurry until dark and finding a random corner to camp, it is better to find a suitable place to live and make some preparations in advance - this is what Fatty Ding and other car owners had in mind, so they After getting away from the mountain forest where the corpses were lying, they searched for the area where there were several abandoned houses and chose to set up camp here.

"The woman went to collect some firewood and came back. Two or three people went there together. Don't go out of our sight!"

The men repaired all the walls and roofs of these houses that could be repaired. Those who knew how to weave fences stayed and used firewood to weave some fence gates to serve as the doors of these houses! " Fatty Ding stopped in front of the house and gave a few instructions to the people who jumped out of the carriage one after another. After arranging everything, he led several carriage owners to tie up their carriages.

He has traveled around the world all year round, so he does have some experience.

Although he was feeling uneasy at the moment, he didn't show anything on his face.

Seeing that he could still be so calm, everyone became more convinced of him.

According to his arrangement, people dispersed in twos and threes and went about their work. The young woman who was holding her child also found an old woman to keep her company, and the two of them collected leaves and dry firewood in the woods near several abandoned houses.

The old woman squatted in front of the young woman, immersed in pulling small branches in the grass. She heard the young woman behind her scolding the child, turned back with a smile, and said to the woman: "Damselfly, I'll pick it up." Just firewood will do, you should pay more attention and watch them over there - Fatty Ding and those people are not honest people, and they might cause some trouble later.

You should pay more attention. If something happens over there, we'd better rush over there - we can't let them leave us behind! "

"Okay, I'll take note, old aunt." The young woman, known as the 'damselfly', hugged the child with two tears on her face. She originally wanted to tell the child to be less noisy so that she could pick up more. Some firewood. When she heard the old woman's words, she suddenly became nervous and looked back to the dilapidated house frequently.

Fatty Ding lit a fire in front of several broken houses.

Men carried wood, bricks and stones in and out of the house.

The sky, which was originally bright, gradually became dark.

People gathering firewood scattered around the dilapidated houses began to turn around holding bundles of firewood.

When the damselfly saw that everyone was walking back, she held her child in one hand and tried to pick up the pile of firewood she had picked up with the other hand. At the same time, she said to the old woman in front: "Old aunt, they have all gone back!

Let's go back too! "

"Hey, okay, okay."

The old woman agreed, stood up with a bundle of firewood, turned around and looked at the damselfly who was struggling to pick up the firewood on the ground into her arms, and said with some surprise in her eyes: "Young people are really quick at work, damselfly. You have collected much more firewood than this useless old woman like me!

Just hold the baby!

Just let me hold the firewood for you! "

As she spoke, the old woman picked up the two bundles of firewood with a thick wooden stick, put them on her shoulders, and waved to the damselfly: "Let's go, let's take a good place in the house first." !”

The damselfly glanced at the old woman gratefully, agreed, and led the old woman back to the dilapidated house in a hurry.

The women who were holding firewood and turning around now lined up in front of Fatty Ding.

In the queue, the women were chatting away, which made the damselfly understand the current situation.

"Fortunately, I have quick hands and feet and picked up a large bundle of firewood. There is no need to keep vigil tonight..."

"Do we women still have to keep vigil outside with men?"

"Yes, it's enough for so many people to live in those few houses. Can't we just ask everyone to stay in the house?"

“Now it’s the car boss who makes the decision on what to do, and it’s not up to them to arrange it?

That fat man...that's how he arranged it...

Whoever collects the least firewood will not be able to sleep tonight.

I have to keep vigil in front of the house..."

"It's so dark..."

"Keep your voice down, he's looking towards us!"

The damselfly heard the discussion of the seven or eight women in front, looked at the firewood in their arms, compared it in her mind, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though she was distracted from time to time observing here, she never stopped.

The firewood collected was no less than that of the previous people.

Those people were allowed to rest in the house by Boss Che, and she should be able to too.

Thinking of this, she turned to look at her companion, the old woman carrying two bundles of firewood. Seeing the damselfly turning back, she smiled and whispered: "The firewood we collected is enough..."

The damselfly smiled and nodded.

The seven or eight women in front were soon allowed by Fatty Ding to enter the house to rest.

It's the damselfly's turn in the queue.

Fatty Ding looked at the child in Damselfly's arms, with no expression on his face, and asked, "Where's your firewood?"

"Auntie, help me carry it, both of us are here..." Damselfly spoke nervously, while turning sideways and making way for the old aunt behind her, so that Fatty Ding could see the old aunt carrying the load. of firewood.

The old woman also kept bowing to Fatty Ding: "Yes, Mr. Che, our firewood is here. Isn't it a lot? I put the firewood here and told us to come into the house..."

Facing the two people's pleading eyes, Fatty Ding shook his head expressionlessly: "Not enough firewood!"

"No, not enough?" Damselfly's eyes were blank.

The old woman next to her suddenly became excited: "Not enough? Why is it not enough? Why is it not enough?!

They also carry the same amount of firewood as we do, but even less than us, so they can go into the house to rest. Why don't they have enough when they get to us? ! "

"Auntie..." Damniang subconsciously wanted to dissuade the old woman, fearing that the other party would make things worse and offend the car boss, and instead drive them out of the convoy, forcing the three of them to sleep in the wilderness.

But the old woman shook off the damselfly's hand, looked around, suddenly sat down on the ground, and started crying: "You are shameless, you took our money, but you didn't do anything for us!

We paid you so much money, and you still ask us to work for you. Seeing that we orphans and widowed mothers are easy to bully, they tried their best to make things difficult for us——"

As she spoke, the old woman turned and pointed at the men and women who had gathered around her, and cried even louder: "Think about it, think about it, you don't have any father or mother in your family, no one is still here" Baby's wife? The boss of this car wants to bully people to death. He wants to bully us to death!

Whether there is enough firewood or not is entirely up to him. We have collected so much firewood and he still says it is not enough. Could it be that you have collected more firewood than us?

What a wicked bastard..."

"The three of you only picked up these two bundles of firewood, how can it be enough?!" Fatty Ding's face turned gloomy, interrupting the curse words coming from the old woman on the ground, and he said in a deep voice, "I can only let you in. Two people go to the house to rest, and the remaining person has to stay and watch the night! "

"This fat black man didn't crawl out of his mother's intestines. He came out of the cracks in the rocks without a father or mother?

Counting children, do they still count as a thing? ! "The old woman on the ground screamed again.

The onlookers also frowned, their eyes focused on Fatty Ding's face.

Fatty Ding grinned and smiled gloomily.

He looked around, taking in the expressions of the people around him, and shouted: "I just collected a few hundred dollars from the three of you, and I have to go through all the trouble to send you to the place!

If you think that I, Fatty Ding, am not doing well, then I will not do any of your business!

Third child! Third child! "

The car owner, whom Fatty Ding called Lao San, hurried over.

Fatty Ding said again: "Weigh out eight coins and send them away!

Don't let them stay in our convoy! "