jdhmnovel Chapter 259 The thing you worried about happened
Chapter 259 The thing you worried about happened
Chapter 259 The Worried Thing Happened
The long-distance bus station is more dilapidated than I had imagined. Looking through the glass door at the parking lot, I can see that some parts of the ground are still dirt roads, and dust is raised when the car stops.
Qiu Huoming and his group didn't have to wait long before the bell rang. The ticket inspector held a ticket folder in one hand and a hardboard with a pen on it in the other. She glanced at the people in the waiting room and shouted, "Those going to Wucheng County, follow me..."
Everyone filed out upon hearing this...
When we arrived at the place where the bus stopped, the ticket inspector stood at the door to check the tickets.
Qiu Huoming worked with the staff to move his washing machine to the roof of the car.
After tying it up, Qiu Huoming climbed up and pulled it a few times, and found that it was tied very firmly, so he felt relieved. There were many burlap bags piled high next to it, all surrounded by a net.
By the time he got on the bus, there were basically no empty seats left.
Uncle Cui occupied his seat, arguing with others while blocking the exit with his sturdy body, "This is my nephew's seat, he's putting things outside!"
Qiu Huoming was embarrassed and quickly squeezed over, "Uncle, I'm back."
Uncle Cui smiled and said, "My nephew is back."
Everyone yawned, found a comfortable posture, and closed their eyes to rest.
The man was sturdy, with a shoulder pole under his feet. "What am I afraid of? There aren't many strong men on our bus. There are at least 11 or 2 of them, including the driver. I'm not afraid of anything. If anyone dares to steal my things, I'll fight him to the death..."
The bus at that time was still a gasoline bus, emitting an unpleasant odor. As soon as it left the city, several people on the bus became carsick.
He sat inside and Qiu Huoming sat outside.
Uncle Cui responded, "Brother, you are also a man of insight. I feel a little uneasy."
The man who had quarreled with him before glared at him, sat down on a small stool, and took out a cigarette.
Uncle Cui smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid they are just a bunch of wimps."
The co-pilot's assistant had woken up and counted the number of people. After confirming that they were correct, the driver closed the door and the car started again while shaking.
There is a toilet next to the platform, with dim lights on.
The car swayed forward on the dark provincial road, occasionally encountering a few passing trucks on the road, and greeting each other with high and low beam lights.
The luggage rack on the side is bulging with luggage.
Uncle Cui, who was leaning against the window, smelled the cigarette coming from the aisle and felt like smoking again. He rummaged in his arms for a long time and took out a wrinkled Warrior cigarette without a holder.
The liveliness in the carriage did not last long. As the car's shaking became more intense, everyone began to feel drowsy.
A young man cursed from behind, "Who the hell is a wimp? If I meet him, I'll be the first to attack him."
The carriage was silent except for the roar of the motor.
The man sitting in the aisle, holding his luggage and leaning against the frame of his chair, replied with a smile: "This is your first time taking a night train, right? There are many such incidents in the north and southwest, but it's not so bad here. The people blocking the road..."
Fortunately, the car was leaking air at this time. Even with the doors and windows closed, there was still wind coming in from somewhere...
Perhaps the topic was explosive enough, and the carriage suddenly became lively.
There were a few small benches in the aisle, which were soon filled up. Fortunately, no one was standing and everyone was seated. Come to think of it, no one could stand standing during a nearly ten-hour drive.
Qiu Huoming stared blankly ahead. The carriage was dark, with only the lights in front of him on, lighting up the road in a flickering manner...
I'd better use water transportation next time, he thought to himself.
It doesn’t matter if you lose the argument, as long as you win the cigarette fight, you’ll win too.
The man sitting on the small stool, who had had an argument with him, glanced at him. He himself was smoking a Daqianmen cigarette, and his back straightened up a little. His cigarette cost 3 cents, while the Warrior brand only cost 5 cents.
Everyone started talking about what their relatives and friends had encountered on the road, and their stories were so detailed that Qiu Huoming suddenly lost all his sleepiness.
There were a few people in the carriage, chatting animatedly, but now they became listless.
Qiu Huoming got off the car with his backpack and followed Uncle Cui and his group. After flushing the toilet, he moved around beside the car for a while. He waited for everyone to come back from the toilet before getting back in the car.
There were several shoulder poles placed along the aisle on the floor of the carriage. The carriage shook, the engine roared, and the ticket inspector shouted, "Let's go, everyone, don't move."
The shock absorbers of long-distance buses these days are not very good. It is still okay in the city, but now that we have reached the suburbs, the roads have visibly deteriorated.
This was the first time Qiu Huoming had seen this brand. Uncle Cui took out a box of matches from his cigarette box with familiarity.
The driver took a sip of tea, stepped on the accelerator, and the car continued to sway forward.
Qiu Huoming asked: "What do you mean by blocking the road?"
Uncle Cui smoked a few cigarettes and became more energetic. He looked out the dark car window and said worriedly, "Don't let anyone block the road..."
When there is a car coming from the opposite direction, the driver is actually calm, for he is afraid of the situation where he drives for a long distance and doesn't see a single car.
The sunlight completely disappeared, but the lights in the waiting hall across the parking lot were on. He smiled and said, "We're lucky."
(This should be a rare experience)
Uncle Cui closed the car window.
After saying that, she jumped out of the car, the door closed behind her, the driver turned the direction smoothly, and the car slowly drove forward...
He said lightly, "Yes, he is here to steal things."
The driver cursed in his heart. He was most afraid of this kind of thing when driving at night. This group of people were still talking excitedly. The assistant in the co-pilot seat was sleeping soundly. The two of them took turns driving long distances, so whenever they had free time, they would seize the time to catch up on sleep...
Qiu Huoming was caught between two smokers and had to consider himself unlucky.
Three hours later, the vehicle stopped at the first station. The driver shouted at the top of his voice: "It's convenient to get off. Go quickly. We won't stop later..."
Qiu Huoming held his backpack, leaned back in his chair, and gradually closed his eyes due to the shaking of the car.
I don’t know how long it was before the car came to an emergency stop with a creak. Qiu Huoming rushed to the front seat, but fortunately he was holding a backpack in his arms, so he blocked the impact.
"Fuck, who is this wicked person!" the driver cursed loudly.
Qiu Huoming's sleepiness suddenly disappeared.
There was a piece of wood lying across the dark road. If the driver had not braked in time, the car would have been overturned if it had hit the wood.
He turned around and yelled into the carriage, "Get down here, men, and help move the wood."
Several people stood up immediately.
Qiu Huoming also stood up, but Uncle Cui pushed him back to his seat. "We can just have one person each. I have all the strength. I'll go..."
The man sitting in the aisle smiled and said, "You are a very caring uncle."
"That's it. You're not going down? Let's go."
The car door opened with a clang, and the driver and the passenger's assistant got out.
The driver was turning on the high beam, which illuminated the road ahead brightly. Seven people got off the car and worked together to move the wood to the side. When the driver was about to ask everyone to get in the car, six people with weapons in their hands suddenly came over from both sides of the road.
Four people faced the seven people under the car, and the other two quickly got on the car.
Qiu Huoming was startled. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the small stool on which the man who had got off the bus earlier was sitting.
The driver's voice trembled, "We are a state-owned vehicle, you..."
"We're not going to hurt anyone, we just want to get some money to spend, you guys should take the initiative..." A man who was obviously the leader standing under the car shouted.
The two people in the car were about thirty years old, not tall, and stocky, looking like farmers.
"Everyone, take out your money, be more self-disciplined and don't force us." One of the people who got on the bus took out the back of a knife and knocked on the chair, making a "clang, clang" sound.
A child in the back row cried out “Wow”…
Qiu Huoming dropped his backpack and stood up instantly. "There are only six of them. We have more people. There's nothing to be afraid of!"
Someone behind me felt excited and wanted to stand up.
The man who got on the car glanced at Qiu Huoming, walked towards him viciously with a knife, and the noise behind him immediately stopped.
Qiu Huoming stood in the aisle and said, "It's not easy for everyone to make money throughout the year. If you just give it to others like this, how will your wife and children look at you when you go home..."
"There's a carrying pole on the ground and a stool next to it. It's for men, so just do it!"
The opponent didn't even wait for Qiu Huoming to finish his words, and had already chopped him with a knife. The bench in Qiu Huoming's hand caught the blade of his knife exactly, and he kicked the opponent's abdomen fiercely...
The other person took a few steps back and stopped beside a woman in the first row.
Qiu Huoming took advantage of the situation and rushed over with a small stool in his hand.
When the men behind saw someone step forward, they finally couldn't bear it anymore. They bent over and groped to pick up the carrying pole on the ground.
The two people at the door saw that something was wrong and, as they had no experience, they immediately turned around and ran away.
"Uncle, this is very painful!" yelled the one who lost the knife.
Qiu Huoming walked to the door and picked up a wooden stick placed beside the door.
He jumped out of the car right after the two men.
In one hand he held a stool with a knife stuck on it, and in the other he held a stick.
Without even thinking about it, he continued to chase the person he had just kicked, and swung the bench to hit the person on the head, causing the person to stop talking.
The other party probably didn't expect that Qiu Huoming would chase him without thinking, and he was caught off guard, his head split open, and blood flowed out.
His eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.
Three male passengers jumped out of the car, each holding a carrying pole. Under the light of the car, Uncle Cui pushed the driver and said, "Stand there like an idiot. Roll the ball..."
There were stones where the wood was thrown just now. He ran over, holding a stone and started shouting, "We have more people! Let's use our weapons to fight!"
Everyone in the car suddenly realized what was going on and threw several small stools out of the windows.
The five men standing there, knives drawn in their hands, didn't know where to start for a moment. There were no women or children here, only strong men, and it would be difficult to pick on the weak.
"Okay, let's go now." Qiucai, who was in the lead, saw that the situation was out of control, so he retreated immediately.
"You hurt my people, so you can at least pay for the medical expenses." He signaled to the others around him to drag the injured person who had fallen to the ground to the side.
Qiu Huoming stuffed the long stick in his hand into the hand of the man who was sitting in the aisle before, "Uncle, use it for self-defense."
The man suddenly became braver when he had something in his hand.
Uncle Cui spat, "Get out of here now, or I'll smash you to death!"
"Get out!" other people's voices rang out.
When the passengers saw the thief shrink back, their backs straightened and their voices became louder.
The other party took a few steps back.
The leader looked around and saw that the passengers now had weapons in their hands. These people were used to farm work, and a shoulder pole was more useful than a knife. He had a sad face, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a sentence, "Okay, let's go."
After a while, the group disappeared into the night.
Qiu Huoming then heaved a long sigh of relief. He had just been a little scared, mainly because he was worried that the thieves would take the women and children in the car as hostages. Now it seemed that these people were used to having smooth sailing and had not yet realized this.
He looked at the pool of blood on the ground and reached out to pull the knife that was stuck on the bench.
"Uncle driver, where is the knife?" he asked loudly.
There was a burst of laughter all around.
These guys stood up straight and their voices were louder than each other. They were determined to brag about their hometown this time.
The driver survived the robbery and almost knelt down to thank everyone at the scene. He held up his weak knees and said, "Thank you all for today, and... and this young comrade, give me the knife. I will take it back and report to the higher-ups..."
The assistant responded, "Everyone get in the car and leave here first."
The night wind was cold, and it felt bone-chilling when it blew on their bodies. The group of people became frightened and walked towards the car one by one.
After getting on the bus, Qiu Huoming handed the torn stool back to the man, "Uncle, please sit on it and see if it is stable."
The man sat down on it and said, "It's okay."
The car started again, the driver wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and drove forward without daring to look back.
When people got back to the car, they were not as nervous as he was, and they started chatting with each other.
"That thief is quite sensible. If he says a few more words, I will smash his head with a carrying pole!"
"That's right, he's smart."
……
The woman sitting in the first row suddenly turned her head and said, "This young comrade is really brave. When that man came up with a knife, I almost cried..."
An old lady was sitting next to her. "That's right. The knife hit the back of the chair. It was so scary..."
After they said this, the wind direction in the car immediately changed.
The young man in the back row said loudly: "Young man, your kick was so clean and neat. I was worried about you..."
Qiu Huoming scratched the back of his head and said, "That's because... I have the courage from all the brothers and uncles. I don't have the ability to do that alone."
These words touched everyone's sore spot. Those who got out of the car and those who helped throw the weapons down automatically put themselves into the role and started talking again.
No matter what, everyone here has escaped a disaster, and this joy is well deserved.
The rest of the journey went smoothly. The driver didn't dare to stop halfway and drove all the way to Wucheng County Bus Station, then he stopped and had a sip of tea.
Qiu Huoming heard the station announcement and opened his eyes dazedly. Uncle Cui smiled and said, "We're finally here."
Everyone got off the car one after another, carrying their things.
The driver's assistant picked up two bricks and used them to hold the wheels down, then he climbed onto the roof from the back and threw the luggage down.
Qiu Huoming also climbed up and worked with Uncle Cui to carefully lower the washing machine.
"You should go back quickly. I'll sit in the waiting room for a while and go back home when the bus arrives." Uncle Cui stood there holding his blue and white bag and waved to him.
"Then I'll go first." Qiu Huoming put on his backpack, put down the box, picked up the washing machine first, then half-knelt down and carried the box, walking towards the exit.
The car was delayed for some time halfway. It was 4: in the morning and it was still dark. Only a few lights were on in the parking lot and waiting room.
As Qiu Huoming walked to the exit, he heard a familiar voice, "Huoming?"