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Jiang Zhengkai's cell phone ran out of battery. Too busy, too tired to fill.

Fortunately, it hadn't been lost. An hour ago, when it had fallen, she had picked it up agilely. This did not delay her escape.

That's right, to escape.

Isn't it strange that a company that has revoked its license should produce as usual and drain as usual?

So she came. When the local farmers' hooves were about to rot and the fields turned yellow and black, she and Wei arrived.

They had an affair with the propaganda department in the city and were received, but they were not taken seriously.

The most undesirable thing to do was to have a smile on your face and cover the moon with your voice. If you can't get drunk with a bottle of wine, then you want to get drunk with a bottle of wine.

Just like that, he had been stuck here for nine days. While they were resting, they secretly gathered some information, causing the people who were guiding them to almost go crazy.

However, when he was almost done searching for the source of the poison, Wei's lover was about to give birth.

Little Wei jumped up and said, "Sister Jiang, I'm going to be a dad now. You can do the rest. I'm going back to prepare for this sacred moment!"

He climbed onto the night train and went out to meet the sacred moment, leaving her alone to face what was left of the situation.

Right now, he was a bit unwilling to retreat, but if he didn't, how could he advance?

They had just let the dog chase her, and her pants were already broken.

Now that the car had been impaled, both wheels were useless.

This was the limit, she thought. Would they dare to take her life?

She dusted off her clothes and decided to wait for a passing car. Maybe they had spare tires, maybe they could get a repairman to come by.

The dry toilet next to her was so stinky that she took a few steps away in disgust. But she didn't dare to go too far. It was only because of this toilet that the passing driver would be able to stop for convenience and she would be able to find a chance to talk to him!

Being at home is great, but going out is hard. The old saying is right!

"Swish!" Steyr's enormous body suddenly stopped. A young man jumped down from the driver's seat, spat at Loess, and hurried to the toilet.

Jiang Shang Zhou was waiting patiently.

The young man came out, pulling on his trousers as he walked, and spat on the ground.

Jiang Shangzhou stepped forward to welcome him. "Ai, Master!"

The man looked around, opened the door, and left.

Steiner drove past, lifting dust all the way up. Jiang Shang Zhou quickly covered his mouth and nose and turned around.

There was no other way. This place was just like this!

She was still temporary, and the people here had to live their entire lives here!

She mocked herself by thinking that if she had been younger, the young man would have stopped and talked to her.

Another SUV came to a halt, and Jiang Shang Zhou hurried over. This time, she wanted to get closer to the stinking toilet so that he wouldn't run away.

After waiting for a while, the person came out. He looked around, as if in no hurry to leave. Jiang Shang was overjoyed.

"Ah, Master!" It's always right to call a driver.

The man turned his head, as if surprised. He was tall and thin, with glasses, and he had a slight hug on his shoulders. He was wearing khaki slacks, now a rarity, and a tea-green long-sleeved T-shirt. It was old but clean, a bit like the afternoon in an old study — quiet and comfortable.

"Are you calling me?"

Jiang Zhengkai was overjoyed. From the sound of her accent, she knew that she was from Beijing. People in Beijing like to say "you", and it has little to do with age.

"Hello, I'm looking for someone to help me with something. You see, the car is broken! " She pointed grandly to her car.

That person was immediately amused when he saw this. Jiang Shang Zhou was also amused.

Coincidentally, her car was also a four-door Wrangler, and they shared the same model!

"This, what's wrong with it?" the man asked, walking toward the car.

"The tire is broken. It was stabbed."

She spoke very calmly, but that person couldn't help but frown. He looked around as if to make sure it was safe.

"No problem, this is the worst situation, it won't get any worse!" Jiang Shang Zhou said with a certain tone of voice.

"The person stopped." I don't have spare tires! " He rubbed his chin with his fingers and looked at Jiang Shang Zhou through his glasses.

"Oh!" Jiang Shang Zhou was slightly disappointed.

"However, we can think of a way!" As the man spoke, he took two steps forward and squatted down to check on Lun Tai's condition.

Jiang Shangzhou had no choice but to wait.

It wasn't that she didn't understand cars. The problem was that both wheels were broken. What could she do?

"Got it!" Just wait a bit! " The man stood up and walked straight to his car, not caring about Jiang Shang Zhou's reaction.

"..."

As it turned out, his method was to unload a good tire of his own and replace it with a broken tire of Jiang Shang Zhou's. In this way, a cart with three good tires would have no problem walking.

"You're amazing!" Jiang Shang Zhou complimented sincerely. As she spoke, she unscrewed the bottle and helped him wash the dirt off his hands.

"Haha …" He smiled happily, simply and happily.

"Just now, you were too preoccupied with solving the problem and didn't even have the time to ask. Are you trying to —"

"Back to Beijing!" He stood up and brought a handkerchief out of his pocket.

Jiang Shang Zhou could not help but laugh. Not only because of the word "return to Beijing", but also because of the handkerchief. It's really rare to see a man in his forties use a handkerchief.

After wiping his hands and putting them into his pocket, he casually asked, "What about you?"

"I —, I want to return to Beijing, but I can't finish the mission … But now that it seemed impossible, then... "Go back!"

At that moment she made her decision.

The task could never be completed. She needed to go back and fix it. She really needed a capable assistant in this place where the people roamed. Moreover, her harvest this time was not small.

She said, "May I use your phone? I'll call my daughter and tell her I'm safe!"

"..."

Jiang Shangzhou invited him to a meal to express his gratitude.

Sitting on a plastic stool in a roadside noodle shop, he realized that he should be called Chang He.

This Chang He is interesting. He prepared his own lunchbox, chopsticks, forks, and spoons. Look in the Treasure Bag, there are toothbrushes and everything.

"The tableware in the restaurant might not be clean. Furthermore, it would be too wasteful to throw it away after using it once and for once!"

As he spoke, he found a basin and took a pot of boiling water from the kitchen. He placed the utensils in the water and even soaked a pair of disposable chopsticks in the water.

The owner of the noodle store wearing an apron glanced at him sideways, but he did not say anything. However, he did not seem to care.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Shang Zhou wanted to laugh. He must be thinking, "You city people really have a lot of things to do!"

"Is Mr. Chang always so particular?"

Chang He smiled and shook his head, saying, "If there are conditions, then we must pay attention to them. When there was no water, he grabbed something to eat with his dirty hands. Once, he ate a big steamed bun at the Wind Ridge Crossing. There was a fat sausage that had just been cooked inside. It was so fragrant! "Lady Boss, if you take the money, you can cut your fat intestines. At that time, my hands were also very dirty!"

Jiang Shang Zhou laughed heartily, feeling that this person was very free and easy to deal with.

Looking at his camera, he asked, "Do you often come out and run?"

Chang He said, "If you have time, you like to come out. "Oh, I don't know much about technology either. It's not as good as your camera major. I just took a picture when I saw something I liked."

"Can I see it?"

Chang He nodded.

At this time, the noodles had already arrived. The two were truly hungry. Each of them had a bowl of noodles, and the red oil was sprinkled with fragrant incense.

"Boss, give me two more bowls of broth!" Chang He shouted towards the kitchen.

Jiang looked at the photos on the digital camera.

"This, you want to take it too?" She pointed to a map.

"Haha," Chang He laughed. The night before last I stayed at their house, not at the inn. There was a broken enamel jar on the windowsill, and when I looked at it, I saw that it was a sand-bush, and the flowers were blooming, and I photographed it. "How about this angle?"

He looked as eager as a child for praise.

Jiang Shang Zhou nodded and said, "That's right!"

She wasn't talking about technology. Thought, she meant.

Outside the little windowsill was a short wall covered in black ash, while the window itself was painted a new green. The windowsill was spotless, and a clean, broken enamel jar was covered in bright flowers, as if all the poverty in the room had been lit up by these flowers, revealing a sense of serenity and contentment.

"And this one, look!" Chang He pointed with his finger twice.

This is a picture of a child and a dog. It was a huge aluminum basin. A seven or eight-year-old child was holding the dog in the basin for a bath. His body and face were covered with water from the dog's splashing. In the corner was a pile of charcoal, and the dog had washed a basin of black water. And the child's eyes are very bright, and the laughter seems to come out of the photo.

This was a common sight in the mine, and he recorded it down.

"Do you often shoot these scenes?" asked Jiang.

"Hmm, it's a regular occurrence. If you think it's beautiful, just take it!"

Jiang smiled. He photographed the beauty in the dirt while she recorded the greed behind the money.

But they seemed to be the same kind of people.