long night fire

"Some places have this custom, and in some places, one woman can marry several husbands." Jiang Baimian recalled what he saw and heard.

Seeing Yao, Shang was a little curious:

"If people from these two places are put together and the two customs are mixed, what will it look like?"

Jiang Baimian thought for a while:

"Probably, my second wife's eldest husband's third wife's fourth husband is actually my son?"

Long Yuehong felt dizzy for a while, but couldn't figure out what the relationship was for a while.

He swept his gaze, and suddenly saw a few meters away, in front of an RV, several people in cotton jackets and old down jackets stood there, bowing down to two red candles frequently.

The two candles were flickering, and in front of them was a piece of dried meat, a clean-shaven chicken, steamed buns, steamed buns and other food.

"What are they doing?" Long Yuehong tiptoed slightly, trying to see more clearly.

Bai Chen glanced in that direction:

"They're worshiping the Chariot God."

"Car God?" Jiang Baimian asked enthusiastically.

Bai Chen organized the next language:

"For the 'rootless' group, the vehicle is the most valuable possession, an important part of the family, and many of their customs derive from it.

"They always worry about where the vehicle hits when driving, where it hits, or falls into a swamp, or overturns due to certain obstacles, so they created a car god to worship, praying for a safe journey and smooth sailing, No glitches."

Shang Jianyao let out a "tsk":

"Which executive does not belong to the jurisdiction?"

"That's right, it's not a certain Zhi Sui they worship." Long Yuehong echoed.

Bai Chen's smile flashed past:

"The management of executives is not so wide. In many places, many people have only heard of this term.

"Well... many sects that believe in age-old beliefs have tried to incorporate the car head god into their own religions, so as to develop the group of 'rootless people' into their own believers. The best one is the 'Crystal Consciousness Cult', which is also A sect that worships Buddha Bodhi, who is one month old.

"In some other groups of 'rootless' people, the Chariot God has been renamed the Chariot Bodhisattva."

"The competition among gods is fierce." Shang Jian Yao Zhengse commented.

Long Yuehong looked again at the place where the Chetou God was sacrificed, looked at the dried meat, boiled chicken, steamed buns, and steamed buns, and said:

"Isn't this too wasteful?"

Even for the employees of "Pangaea Biology", this is a feast-level food, and it is not a holiday, so they rarely eat this way.

"It won't be thrown away." Bai Chen explained, "After the sacrifice, the food will be brought back and shared with the whole family. On the dusty soil, except for a few places, there will be no food waste at all."

Having said that, her expression became softer, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised:

"In many wilderness settlements, what children look forward to most is offering sacrifices to the gods, which means that the next meal will be very rich, and it will only be rich once or twice a year."

"That's it..." Long Yuehong equated this with the New Year's Day of "Panguan Creatures", and immediately felt the same.

While talking, a group of four came to the most lively part of the camp but also far away from the tanker.

It is relatively empty here, with only three longer and larger RVs parked.

They loosely form an open "mouth" shape, and the side doors are all opened, revealing the tables and chairs, kitchen counters, cabinets and other things inside.

As for the place surrounded by them, various tables, chairs and benches are placed in the outermost circle, while the middle part is completely empty.

At this time, on the top of the caravan facing the gap, several balls were constantly flashing green, red, or purple colors, covering the entire area in psychedelic light.

There is a speaker on the top of the other two RVs, and they play very rhythmic music, which makes the people gathered in the blank area uncontrollably twist and turn.

Jiang Baimian stared for a while, then reached out and grabbed Shang Jianyao who was eager to try:

"Don't meddle.

"Go ahead."

Shang Jian Yao looked away reluctantly, fixed the tactical backpack that was about to be put down, and followed Jiang Baimian to the innermost RV.

On the way, they met a young man who shaved all sides of his hair.

Jiang Baimian stopped him, and asked with a smile:

"Where is your leader?"

While talking, she smelled a more obvious gasoline smell from the other party.

Under the cold wind of winter night, the young man didn't wear much, just a long-sleeved red cotton T-shirt and a pair of wide trousers.

There was faint sweat on his forehead, as if he had just experienced a strenuous exercise.

"Call the leader." The young man emphasized.

"Yes, head." Shang Jianyao has always been kind.

The young man was choked up:

"I mean, our leader is called the head of the group, no, his surname is not the group, he is the head of our business group."

"Where is your head?" Jiang Baimian asked before Shang Jianyao could speak.

The young man pointed to the RV at the deepest point:

"That's the one that sells things."

After answering, he looked Jiang Baimian up and down, smiled and said:

"Dancing together?"

"No." Jiang Baimian refused without hesitation.

When they were talking, because the music was strong and powerful, they all let go of their throats, as if they were shouting.

For Jiang Baimian, this is like a fish in water.

The young man who was rejected didn't bother, his body swayed up and down according to the rhythm, and got out of the way.

Looking at Jiang Baimian's back, he raised his right hand, sniffed the smell on his forearm, and said to himself in doubt:

"She doesn't like the gasoline smell of this model?"

When the "Old Tune Group" was about to arrive at the target RV, an old lady popped out of the surrounding shadows.

She was carrying a brown dustpan with many bottles and jars in it.

"Would you like some gasoline? Or, do you want diesel?" The wrinkles on the old lady's face were already obvious, and she looked a little thin.

When Long Yuehong and the others felt a bit at a loss, Shang Jianyao asked very well:

"Is it tasty?"

"..." The old lady was speechless for a while, "This is not edible."

Immediately she said aloud:

"Sprinkle a little on yourself and make you the most popular person in camp!"

She freed one hand, pointed to a small bottle and said:

"It's Tangerine Company 15, the purest kind, and it smells just right.

"You just need to sprinkle a little, I don't know how many girls will be fascinated by you tonight!"

Jiang Baimian thought about it, and said to himself:

"Because many vehicles need fuel, many people here also love the smell of fuel?

"Perhaps, for them, the smell of flowers is far less attractive than the smell of gasoline or diesel."

"Ah, what are you talking about?" The old lady's hearing is a little bad, and the environment here is very noisy.

Jiang Baimian laughed dumbfounded, and said loudly:

"we do not need!"

Seeing the old lady returning to the shadows with a little disappointment, the four members of the "Old Tune Group" boarded the RV at the deepest point.

The space inside is quite spacious, and many tables and chairs can be placed there. Facing the outside, there is a milky white platform where Shangjian Yao's chest and abdomen are located.

There are several high stools in front of the platform, and behind the platform there are wooden cabinets displaying various bottles and jars.

Between the wooden cabinet and the platform, stood a man close to 1.8 meters.

He looks about 50 to [-] years old, with short hair, a large circle of gray beard around his mouth, and a black leather jacket with a little oil on his body.

"Would you like some wine?" the uncle asked with a smile.

"Do you have wine?" Jiang Baimian asked back as he pulled the high stool and sat down.

Long Yuehong was also surprised:

In places like "Pangaea" where food is still plentiful, alcoholic beverages are controlled products, and the annual production is very small, and each person has only a very small amount of quota. wine!

The uncle who is suspected to be the head of the "rootless" business group said with a smile:

"Wild tree wine.

"I don't know what kind of fruit it is. It grows here every summer. It's sour and astringent. No one will eat it, and it can't be preserved until winter. But when it's brewed into wine, the flavor is surprisingly good."

After everyone in the "Old Tune Group" had sat down, Jiang Baimian joked:

"I thought people who made their car their home and their lifelong career wouldn't drink alcohol."

The uncle suddenly laughed and said:

"That's why we only drink a lot every winter."

He sighed and said:

"My grandfather's generation, because of the destruction of the old world, couldn't go back to their hometown, and their mental state was not very good, and often they could only rely on alcohol to numb themselves.

"It also caused quite a few accidents and lost some vehicles.

"During our father's generation, there was the first team rule, the rule that everyone must have tattoos on their bodies."

Having said that, he turned around and pulled up his clothes, exposing his back.

On the bronze-colored skin, two rows of blue and black characters are extremely eye-catching:

"Don't drink and drive, don't drink while driving."

Chapter 8 “挑衅”

Although the scene in front of me was normal in terms of logic, atmosphere, and psychological expectations brought about by the previous words, Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and others still had some strange feelings uncontrollably.

"Don't drink and drive, don't drink while driving" doesn't seem like it should be in this way!

Clap, clap, Shang Jianyao's applause was never absent.

Then he asked:

"The tattoo is on the back, so you can't see it? How can you always be alert to yourself?"

The grey-bearded uncle who had just put down his clothes froze, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

However, he is also a person who has traveled extensively and experienced many things, so he quickly adjusted and asked with a smile:

"Then where do you think it should be tattooed?"

"On the backs of both hands, say a word on each side. Every time you want to drink, you can see it as soon as you raise your hand." Shang Jianyao seems to have really thought about this problem.

"..." The gray-bearded uncle nodded and said, "Well, it's a good idea, and I'll add it to the options in the future."

Jiang Baimian could see that the other party was just perfunctory, so he changed the subject and asked with a smile:

"What should it be called?"

"Flynn." The man with a big gray beard around his mouth replied simply.

He didn't care what the names of the four people on the opposite side were, and repeated the previous question:

"Want some wine?

"The special product here is made from wild tree fruit. After passing this village, there will be no such shop."

Having said that, he stroked his short beard, laughed and said: