Near the rice noodle stall is a dog meat shop. The filthy iron cages are filled with dirty dogs, and their mouths are tied with wires. They look pitifully at passers-by. A skinned dog body hangs on the shelf.
There was sewage flowing across the ground, the shop was overcrowded, and a big signboard read "Live dogs are now killed".
"It's so cruel. No one cares about it." Ma Ling turned around and didn't look at the dog in the cage.
"In this world, people can't live anymore, who has time to take care of dogs." Liu Handong lowered his head and ate rice noodles.
After dinner, Liu Handong paid the bill. The three hundred yuan his mother gave him paid for the food in the detention center. He only had a few dozen yuan left. Two bowls of rice noodles and beef cost a total of twenty-five yuan, leaving only a few dozen yuan left in his pocket.
Put down two or three small bills and coins.
Ma Ling put on his helmet, got on the motorcycle and said, "It's time for me to go. Let's shake hands."
Liu Handong stretched out his hand and shook Ma Ling's hand.
Ma Ling started the motorcycle and drove away, leaving behind a string of laughter like silver bells: "Save it for dinner, I won't starve you to death."
In Liu Handong's palm was a fifty-yuan bill folded into small squares, still carrying Ma Ling's body temperature.
Apart from her mother, Ma Ling is the first woman to spend money on herself.
Back at No. 108, as he was going upstairs, Zhu Xiaoqiang suddenly came out and said mysteriously: "Brother Dong, you are back. Let me tell you something."
"What's the matter?"
Zhu Xiaoqiang looked around and whispered: "The residents on the third floor are chicken cooks."
Liu Handong said: "What?"
"I brought the boy back last night and spent most of the night so that I didn't sleep well," Zhu Xiaoqiang said.
"Oh, don't you play games at night and don't sleep?" Liu Handong continued walking up.
"You don't know, that sound makes people unable to sleep, not to mention the moaning and groaning..." Zhu Xiaoqiang's expression was very exaggerated, as if he was in pain.
"Why are you telling me this? You want me to tell the landlord and kick them out?" Liu Handong asked.
"That's not what I meant. Brother Dong, you have a good relationship with them. Can you tell them to keep their voices down next time?"
"I have nothing to do with them." Liu Handong quickly clarified. If Ma Ling heard this, he would not be able to explain clearly.
Zhu Xiaoqiang wondered: "Then they have asked about you several times and asked where you have been. By the way, Brother Dong, why haven't you come to stay in the past half month?"
Liu Handong said: "He was detained by the Public Security Bureau." Then he left Zhu Xiaoqiang with his mouth wide open and went upstairs.
Sitting on the bed, Liu Handong took out the few bills he had on him and counted them. The total was fifty-eight yuan and forty cents. Eating was a problem. The top priority now was to find a job. He could repair cars and drive, and buy a newspaper to read.
It may be helpful to look at job postings.
When I walked downstairs, I suddenly noticed that Wang Zhigang's disabled car was parked in the yard. The front windshield was broken, the fuel tank was flat, and the tires were crooked. I also thought about not seeing Sister Zhang's stall on the street, and I felt bad. Brother Wang
problem occurs.
Just as he was about to ask the charterer, Sister Zhang came in with a sad face, carrying a lunch box. When she saw Liu Handong, she was like a relative, and she complained. It turned out that Wang Zhigang had been drinking and drove into a tree a few days ago, and the car was destroyed.
He was injured and is now in the hospital. The hospital bills alone are tens of thousands. Sister Zhang is also required to provide meals and take care of her every day. She has no business and the child has been sent back to the countryside.
"How are you spending your days?" Sister Zhang burst into tears.
Liu Handong had an idea: "Sister, the car is ruined anyway, why don't I help you repair it. After it's repaired, I'll help my eldest brother run the business. We'll split the money equally, and the gas money is mine."
Sister Zhang's eyes lit up, she clapped her hands and said, "Brother, hit!"
Liu Handong pushed the crashed disabled car to the car repair shop at the south end of Tiezha Street. There was a broken house with pumps, basins, welders, used batteries, etc. piled at the door. A stout man was squatting Next to the bicycle lying upside down, he was sharpening the inner tube with a knife, holding a red plum in his mouth, and the ashes were not falling off. There were two words written on a wooden board: Car Repair.
"Master, can the disabled one be repaired?" Liu Handong asked.
The man raised his head, squinted his eyes, and said, "Push it inside. It doesn't matter what kind of motorcycle, electric car, or bicycle it is. As long as it doesn't have four wheels, I, Chen Bachi, can repair it."
It is said to be a disabled vehicle, but it is actually a modified Qianjiang 125 motorcycle. The two-wheeled motorcycle was changed into a three-wheeled one and a compartment that can protect it from wind and rain was added.
Liu Handong pushed the cart to the door, took out a red plum and put one on Chen Bachi, saying: "Master Chen, you have quite a few tools here."
Chen Bachi put the cigarette between his ears and said disdainfully: "Why don't you pay a visit? Is there a second car repair shop on this street? They can't do it for me, so they have changed careers."
Liu Handong said: "Master Chen, I'm a little short of money. I'm anxious to repair the car and run the business. Do you think this will work? I won't bother you. I'll borrow your tools to repair it myself. I'll make money later and I'll pay you back." ."
Chen Bachi stopped what he was doing, looked at Liu Handong suspiciously, then looked at the car, and said, "Isn't this Wang Laizi's car?"
Liu Handong said: "Yes, I am his neighbor and I will run for him for two days."
Chen Bachi said: "We are all on the same street. Talking about money is the only thing. You can use the tools as you like."
Liu Handong was overjoyed and immediately began to repair the three-wheeled motorcycle. As soon as the expert took action, he would know whether it was correct or not. Chen Bachi watched him methodically correcting the wheel spokes and couldn't help but praise: "Man, your workmanship is good."
"Just so so, Master Chen, I can borrow it for welding."
"Okay, you know how to weld."
"Just playing around."
It took Liu Handong an afternoon to make the three-wheeled motorcycle look brand new. The engine parts were disassembled and cleaned, new filters and oil were replaced, the tires were fully inflated, the spokes were polished with cotton yarn, and even the damage on the seat was removed. All glued together with all-purpose glue.
"Thank you, Master Chen." Liu Handong got on his motorcycle and faced the sunset to start his career as a disabled man.
"Slow down." Chen Bachi waved goodbye with a cigarette in his mouth, "I have time to play."
Liu Handong was very lucky. He encountered business before he drove fifty meters. He hurried out of the roadside hardware processing factory with a pale face, holding his right hand, and blood was still dripping down.
"Master, go to the military hospital quickly." The man stopped the disabled man and climbed into the carriage.
"What's wrong?" Liu Handong asked.
"My finger was cut off by the machine. Master, please hurry up." The man's voice was very low.
"Sit tight!" Liu Handong twisted the accelerator, and the three-wheeled motorcycle sped out with a roar.
The military hospital is located on the other side of Yunshan Mountain, and its replantation of amputated limbs is among the best in the province. It is really off-duty time, and the roads are extremely congested. The most convenient way is to take the winding mountain road. The winding mountain road with nine twists and turns can only accommodate two vehicles. The cars are lined up side by side. This is a road built by Chen Zikun during the Kuomintang period. It is now in a semi-abandoned state.
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At the foot of Yunshan Mountain, at the starting point of the winding mountain road, more than a dozen motorcycles are gathering, their engines roaring one after another. The riders are all wearing brightly colored professional racing suits and fully enclosed helmets. This is an informal competition with many vehicles and many people. There are off-road racing cars, as well as road racing cars and Harley-Davidson motorcycles, with displacements ranging from 125 to 1800, and the largest displacements are even larger than ordinary cars.
A girl in suspenders is standing on the side of the road holding a white handkerchief. She is the starter. When the white handkerchief is waved, these chariots will roar out. The racers straddle their cars and cover their masks one by one.
, looked at each other, and then fixed their eyes on the white handkerchief.
Suddenly, there was a harsh roar of a motor, and everyone turned their heads in unison. They saw a three-wheeled car whizzing past their eyes. They could also see small advertisements for treating vitiligo and impotence and premature ejaculation stuck on the carriage.
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Everyone was dumbfounded. At this time, the white handkerchief fell, and everyone hurriedly started their motorcycles, with more than ten cars following in hot pursuit.
The reason why Yunshan Winding Road was chosen as a racing track by the racing club is because it is too difficult. Not only is the road winding and turning, it is also in disrepair and is not as flat as an ordinary road. It is already after six o'clock and it is dark.
It doesn't matter if it's bright or not, it's the time when the visibility is the worst. Under such conditions, what matters is not the performance and displacement of the vehicle, but the driver's skill and experience. Of course, the most important thing is the courage.
There are lush trees on Yunshan Mountain, and the reflections on the road are grotesque, and the leaves are rustling in the wind. This should be a peaceful forest scenery, but the tranquility is broken by more than a dozen large-displacement motorcycles speeding by. The riders use
I tried my best, but I couldn't catch up with the disabled car in front of me.
If it is on a flat and straight road, these large displacements can be pushed up by twisting the accelerator. However, the sharp turning angles on the winding mountain road in Yunshan are very tricky. If you are not careful, the car will fall down the valley and kill everyone. These drivers are just amateurs.
, looking for excitement, not death-defying, so I had to slow down every time I turned. But the ghost-like car in front not only didn't slow down when turning, but actually accelerated. It drove past with one rear wheel hanging in the air.
Don’t roll over!
The winding mountain road is not long, with a total length of no more than five kilometers. When the motorcycles reached the end, there was no trace of the disabled motorcycle. There was only a blood-red setting sun in the sky. Everyone took off their helmets and looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.
with anger.
This is unscientific!
Because this mysterious and damaged car was a vulgar rural red, it was named "Chariot of Fire" by the club riders. Every evening after that, they would wait here, waiting for the appearance of Chariot of Fire, but they never did.
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Liu Handong sent the injured person with amputated fingers to the military hospital as quickly as possible, and was busy helping with registration and payment, but forgot to ask for the fare. He did not leave on his three-wheeled motorcycle until the injured person was pushed into the operating room.
, I picked up another job on the way.
This business was a bit interesting. Liu Handong saw a black BMW 760 parked on the roadside. The man dressed as the driver actually put a tattered bicycle into the trunk. The well-dressed boss personally opened the door and put a
The white-haired old man dressed shabbily got into the car, and then waved to stop Liu Handong's broken body.
"Shang Feng Shang Shui." The boss said. Liu Handong glanced at this middle-aged man with crisp trousers and shiny leather shoes. He had an indescribable sense of intimacy about him.
"Master, is the job easy to do?" the middle-aged man asked while sitting in the carriage.
"It's my first day driving this, and I haven't opened it yet," Liu Handong said.
"Haha, then I am quite lucky today." The middle-aged man said, "This road is being repaired all day long, and taxis are not willing to run. You guys who drive motorcycles often come here for a ride, so business should be good."
"Thank you." Liu Handong said. He was not in a hurry at the moment, so he drove slowly and took the middle-aged man to the gate of Shangfeng Shangshui Villa Area in Hot Spring Town.
There was still a long way from the gate, and the gate guard rushed out and shouted: "The disabled are not allowed to enter." After seeing the passengers, he suddenly became respectful: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Then he said to Liu Handong: "Go in."
"It's not far, let me take a few steps." The middle-aged passenger got out of the car and took out his pocket: "Sorry, I left my wallet in the car."
"It's okay, I'll give it to you next time." Liu Handong knew that the other party would not deliberately extort the travel expenses from him, so he nodded and left on his motorcycle.
The night breeze blew against his face, and Liu Handong was a little frustrated. He worked hard all night and didn't make a penny but spent a lot of money on gas.
Feeling anxious, he stopped the car and walked off the roadbed, unbuttoned his pants and prepared to drain the water. Suddenly he noticed a pair of eyes staring at him. He quickly picked up his pants and pushed aside the grass and walked over. There was a big dog lying in the grass, with dirty fur and a mouth.
The wires were cut into his flesh, and there were many bloody wounds on his body. It was obvious that he couldn't walk. The big dog looked up at Liu Handong, his eyes full of pleading.