Seeing that Officer Zhao, who was in plain clothes, had arrived behind the car, I reached out and held Brother Yu down.
"Bang." I got out of the car and closed the door.
"Why is it still locked, young man?" Officer Zhao's voice came from behind the carriage.
I pretended to be shivering from the cold, rubbed my hands and said with a smile: "It's too cold today. My feet were numb from the cold when I went to collect vegetables in the morning. It's not that we won't send you off, it's just that we can't do it. I'm in such a hurry over there."
, I went to the vegetable market at 6 o'clock in the morning, and you see it's already five o'clock now."
"Where are they from? Their accent doesn't sound like ours from Xi'an," Officer Zhao breathed into his hands.
"My ancestral home is in the south. I have been living in Yinchuan for more than ten years. I have just arrived in Xi'an for a few months."
"Oh, that's how it is."
He was about to say something else, when a shout came from the door of the police station.
"Old Zhao! Old Zhao!" A man took a flashlight and took a photo here.
"If it's really inconvenient, forget it," Officer Zhao pointed to the door of the police station, "My colleague called me, we Xi'an people are very nice, you will definitely make money doing business here, so I won't bother you, young man, you are welcome
Come to Xi’an.”
"Hey, it's okay, please walk slowly."
I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched the person disappear at the door of the shooting studio. Fortunately, the rear compartment was locked.
Although it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, my back is already wet with cold sweat.
At that time, Xi'an Metro did not have Line 2, so I had already found a parking place. There were many trucks like ours there and they all parked there.
Go straight west from Chonghuang Street and run around the Western Ring Road. If you drive fast and there is no traffic jam, you can get there in more than 40 minutes. If there is a traffic jam, it will take more than an hour. The place is an urban village with a chaotic population.
It’s called Yuhuasai Village. Some people born in the 1980s like to call it “Little Hong Kong”, so I call it Yuzhai.
There were a lot of people from outside the village in Yuzhai Village. At that time, there was an open space to the north of the village entrance. All the vans like us were parked. There were people moving, transporting goods, and transporting animals to the Qinling Zoo. Brother Yu drove the car into it, and there was nothing wrong with it.
At first glance, no one noticed that the car was filled with rammed earth. It was already 6 o'clock in the morning.
"You go eat and bring me some when you come back."
"Let's go together, Brother Yu. You see so many trucks parked here but no one is around. You look strange in the car."
Brother Yu looked around and said yes, let's go together.
After rolling up the glass and checking the car lock, the three of us entered Yuzhai Village together.
"North District, North District! It's piece by piece!"
"East Street East Street! Let's go, let's go!"
As soon as we entered the village, we saw several tricycles used in illegal activities.
It was still dark, and there was still more than an hour before the morning rush hour, so there was little business for those driving three-wheelers to pull people in.
"Where are you guys going? I'll see you off?" A man in his forties came over to strike up a conversation.
Dou Sprout got into the car directly and said he was going to a place where he could eat and take a shower.
"okay."
Douyazai called me and Brother Yu to get in the car. He whispered that the trouser legs on the back were full of dirt and needed to be washed.
"Didi...didi!"
"Make way!"
Stop and go, the black three-wheel driver kept honking his horn and shouting.
In fact, he thought we were from out of town and lied to us. The driver took a long way to a place we could reach in just a few minutes' walk and took the three of us to a bathhouse called Yuchi on North Street.
There is a restaurant in front of the bathhouse, and there is also a breakfast shop. The three-wheel driver also had breakfast here. He was very familiar with us and sat at the same table with us.
While eating, the three-wheel driver kept recommending Yuchi Bathhouse, which is a good place where you can soak in hot springs and get a massage. It only costs 12 yuan per person.
The middle-aged man who drove the black tricycle was called Wang Fu. Before he started driving the tricycle, he ran a hotel. Because he was looking for a lover during the marriage, his wife found out about it. In the end, he got clean and left the house, and the hotel was gone.
