Chapter 1086 The Peddler (II) (12)
Fatty Ding's eyes wandered around the crowd, and he pointed out three smart and calm-looking people and said, "Just the three of you, you will take turns keeping watch tonight!"
The three people he pointed out were reluctant, and they all moved to the left and right, trying to hide in the crowd.
However, when the people around him saw this, they dispersed with a cheer.
They want to hide behind others, but there is no chance.
Seeing the behavior of the three of them, Fatty Ding's face darkened: "You don't want to? The third child——"
Hearing his shout, the car owner who had taken out the money immediately came to him.
Seeing such a posture, the three people suddenly became frightened.
It was now completely dark. Except for the bonfire in front of the dilapidated house, which reflected the hazy surroundings, it was pitch black in the distance. If they didn't agree to the errand assigned to them by Fatty Ding, they would just I was afraid that I would have to refund the ticket price and be driven out of the surrounding areas - everything was dark, and there might be something dirty hidden at night... If I were kicked out, there would be even more variables!
Maybe he won't survive tonight!
Stay here, as long as you stay in the main room!
The three of them figured it out in an instant, nodded hurriedly, and each said: "Yes, I am willing to keep vigil!"
"yes!"
"No need to refund the money, no need to refund the money..."
Seeing that the three of them had expressed their opinions, Fatty Ding's expression softened.
He was also worried in his heart and wanted to finalize everything as soon as possible. If these people did not listen to him and fought back and forth with him, he also felt that it was a waste of time. Now that the three of them were so understanding and agreed to the matter, it was also a waste of time. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He nodded to the three of them, and still asked the third child next to him to count out a few cents of silver and distributed them to the three of them: "If you are willing to stay vigil, I, Fatty Ding, can't treat you lightly.
I'll refund half of your ticket price, and you can keep it to buy some snacks. "
As long as I can get through tonight, everything else is fine.
The money given away now can still be recovered through various methods after tonight.
The three of them were assigned to keep vigil, and they were already extremely depressed. At the moment, they each shared some scattered money, which was somewhat of a consolation. The three people who originally had no smiles on their faces, although they couldn't laugh at the moment, their expressions finally softened.
They took the silver and thanked Fatty Ding.
Afterwards, under the arrangement of Fatty Ding, everyone returned to the broken house.
These houses have been abandoned for an unknown period of time and have become dilapidated due to wind and rain.
The roof of the house on the left completely collapsed and fell inside. The previous few men simply cleared away the rubble and fallen leaves in the house and built a low shed in the corner.
Now, seven or eight people are crowded under this low shed.
Everyone lit a fire in front of the shed, which at least dissipated the damp and gloomy atmosphere within the four walls.
The room on the right is better preserved. Fatty Ding and several car owners stayed in this room. He directed the car owners to lift the newly made fence gate and block the door.
"Bring the fire starter."
"You save it..."
"This rammed earth wall is still strong. The roof of the room on the left of the main room has completely collapsed, but the four walls are still intact."
"Is there nothing going on with the roof of our house?"
"No. I just checked and there is nothing wrong with spending the night.
A small part of the wall collapsed and there was a slight air leakage. I just found someone to re-paste the wall. Let’s make do with it tonight..."
Several car owners talked and lit a fire in the middle of the room.
The firelight illuminated the scene in the room.
After everyone finished their work, they sat or lay down on the straw. They all looked preoccupied, each with their eyebrows lowered in thought, and no one said anything for a while.
Not long after this, the car owner, whom Fatty Ding called "Lao San", raised his head and looked at Fatty Ding who was standing by the window, observing the situation outside the window hole: "We have walked so far, and we just picked up firewood. When we were working on the house, we didn’t encounter anything wrong. Those unspeakable things...should have nothing to do with us, right?"
The third child spoke carefully, still avoiding some things in his words.
Everyone present actually understood what the so-called ‘unspeakable things’ he meant. But no one would say the name of that thing, as if if they did, that thing would come to their door.
Fatty Ding frowned and looked outside the window. In the open space outside the window, the bonfire was still bright, reflecting the surrounding scene.
All around, illuminated by fireworks, only the shadowy outlines of forest trees remained. Those shadows swayed and twisted with the flames, as if they were connected to an unknown world.
Fatty Ding was a little anxious. He didn't know how to deal with this situation that was completely out of his own knowledge.
When he heard Lao San's question, he felt even more irritated. Turning back and sitting on the pile of firewood, he glared at Lao San and said, "How do I know? Who chose this road?
If I hadn’t taken this path, I wouldn’t have encountered those strange things!
Why is there any need to worry about these things at night? ! "
Seeing that his elder brother was in a bad mood, the third child scratched his head and did not dare to say anything.
Among the other car owners, a tall and thin man lowered his head guiltily when he heard Fatty Ding's questioning words.
As soon as he lowered his head, he called Fatty Ding to pay attention to him: "Sixth, is this the path you chose?! You bitch, if nothing goes wrong tonight, it's okay, but if tonight - you are going to harm everyone Crap!"
"Brother, I was wronged...
I chose this path exactly as you said.
Didn't you say that it is difficult to do things in crowded places, and that it is easy for people to discover the big work we do? That's why I chose this path..." Lao Liu raised his head and said with an innocent expression.
"roll roll roll!"
Fatty Ding waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Lao Liu.
He lowered his head, was silent for a while, and then said: "After tonight, everyone will go back to their homes and rest for a while - during this time, don't kill animals, don't eat meat, eat vegetarian food for a period of time, and relax." Let go of the grievances that may be clinging to us. We have done too much work some time ago, and our blood is too strong...
Blood energy can also attract those things..."
The coachmen were already a little uneasy, but when they heard Fatty Ding say this, they immediately recalled the things they had done before.
Each of them became more silent, and their hearts became more anxious and uneasy.
Cars, boats, shops, legs and teeth, they deserve to be killed even if they are not guilty.
A convoy like Fatty Ding, who had only recently been formed and started to be active, had secretly done many things to make money and kill people. Every one of them had more or less involved in life-threatening lawsuits!
Several car bosses were not in the mood to talk.
Fatty Ding also took out a shiny wooden Buddha from his baggage, and chanted the Great Compassion Mantra in a decent manner. This mantra may really have a calming effect on people's hearts. The moods of the car bosses slowly calmed down, and some of them started to pray. This endless cycle of the Great Compassion Mantra suddenly fell asleep.
A slight snore sounded in the room.
Listening to the bursts of snoring, Fatty Ding's eyelids became heavier and heavier.
The voice of the Great Compassion Mantra he chanted became lower and lower, his consciousness was hazy, and he was in a state of sleeping and waking. In this state, he vaguely heard the night watchmen outside the fence gate. The sound of speech.
"Hey!"
"You walked so far at night to come to us, aren't you afraid?"
"You are so brave, no wonder you can become a traveler..."
"Can I make money from this?"
"What are they selling? Is there anything interesting? Let us take a look..."
What is selling something, what is a foot trader?
Fatty Ding listened to the voices coming from outside the fence. He opened his eyes and gradually woke up. The wooden Buddha he was holding in his arms rolled to the ground, and the Buddha's head was knocked off. When he came down, the whole Buddha statue had its body and head separated. Looking at the Buddha statue with its body and head separated, Fatty Ding felt heartbroken. He thought to himself that when he got home, he would hire a good craftsman to help him connect the Buddha's head and body.
At this time, the voices coming from the hall outside the door became much quieter.
He looked around the room and saw that several of his companions had fallen asleep. He put the broken Buddha statue into his bag, stood up and looked out the window. The bonfire in the open space outside the window was still burning brightly.
"It's strange that this firewood can withstand burning...
Or did I actually not sleep for too long just now? "
Fatty Ding's mind was spinning with messy thoughts. His current thinking was completely scattered and incoherent. He remembered some things at the moment, but would shift his attention to other things the next second.
He patted his head, stood up unsteadily, went to the door and opened the fence door, wanting to relieve himself outside the door——
As soon as he left the door and passed the open hall, he saw the three people he had designated to keep watch in the brightly lit hall. At this time, each of them was sitting on a chair, surrounded by a person who was also sitting on a chair. Young people, instead of talking.
The young man wore a short jacket and had a pole at his feet.
There were some bulging goods piled in the baskets pressed on both sides of the pole, which were all covered with two pieces of blue-gray cloth.
On the wall facing the door of the main room, there is a large painting of pine trees and cranes prolonging their lives. Below the large painting is a tall table with some vases, gall bottles and other porcelain.
Looking at the scene in the main room, Fatty Ding was a little surprised: "Isn't this my foreign residence?"
"These pickled bastards actually came to my outer house!"
"Conversing with a salesman like a master?!"
Fatty Ding suddenly felt a rage in his heart, and regardless of the desire he had accumulated in his belly, he stepped up the steps three steps at a time and ran into the main room, angrily seeking bad luck for a few people——
At this time, the salesman who had been facing him sideways, with only half of his face exposed, slowly turned back, his pale and dull face facing him, and asked him: "What do you want to buy?"