If no one else goes crazy, Cai Gen can temporarily act as the crazy one.
Whenever there is a madman, Cai Gen must force himself to calm down.
After all, there is still a big picture that needs to be presided over. Everyone is crazy and outrageous.
"Hey, okay, okay, my great leader.
Don't move your fetus.
What are you doing by throwing your cell phone? Why are you so wasteful?
Azhu, take the oil barrel and go to the gas station to buy oil.
The others came with me to find a place to get something to eat.
I felt that I would suffer from hypoglycemia before the dinner started.
If we call an ambulance, we will dump the person abroad."
Cai Gen was not only fluent in language but also in writing.
Fortunately, Duan Xiaohong learned from her grandmother when she was a child, so she has no problem with basic communication.
So, Duan Xiaohong took her into a small restaurant.
Of course, the matter of ordering food was left to Duan Xiaohong.
Although the restaurant is quite small, the decoration is quite shabby.
There are only two separate tables and a Kang table with a screen, which can be regarded as a private room.
Cai Gen and the others all took off their shoes, got on the kang, and gathered around the kang table.
The conditions are indeed quite difficult, and it is understandable for a small and remote fishing port.
The food is served quite quickly.
Within ten minutes, a table of small plates was set up.
Those little pickles are quite delicate.
Another twenty minutes passed and no one came to continue serving food.
Cai Gen was a little anxious.
Just when he was about to urge Duan Xiaohong, Shi Huozhu had already bought oil.
Judging from the ease with which he carried the oil drum, he probably wasn't very successful.
"Azhu, how are you, did you buy it?
Do you need an ID card?”
Shi Huozhu casually threw the oil barrel on the ground.
Full of lawsuits.
"What the hell, what a broken place.
I don’t know Chinese, and I don’t know English either.
After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that I wanted to buy oil.
As a result, there is no retail sale.
What can I say? Self-immolation is popular in this place.
Therefore, gasoline is not retailed to avoid the incidence of suicide.
Tell me, what the hell is this reason?
After eating later, go to a farther place and try your luck."
This trend is really weird.
There are so many ways to die, why self-immolation?
As soon as Cai Gen's doubts came into his mind, Shi Huozhu sat down on the kang, picked up his chopsticks and started showing off his pickles.
"No, why don't you eat?
Are you waiting for me? The main course hasn't been served yet.
Now that everyone is here, let’s serve the main course.
Not to mention, these little pickles are quite tasty.
It’s sour and sweet, quite refreshing.”
After Duan Xiaohong came back from ordering food, she felt a little absent-minded.
He seems to be thinking about something.
When I was quarreled by Shi Huozhu, I was not happy at that time.
"It's refreshing, uncle.
Even if I eat, it won’t stop your mouth.
Mao's main course, we have all the dishes."
Don't think Duan Xiaohong can bully Shi Huozhu.
However, Cai Gen is not used to her bad habits.
I wasn't happy about it at that time either.
"Duan Tudou, are you speaking human language?
What does it mean to have all the dishes ready?
Isn’t this all a table dish?
I asked you to order, and you ordered a table of pickles?
Do you understand how a poor family can become rich?
There are Azhu and He Naizi at the checkout, but it's not your turn either.
Why are you so excited about it?"
Duan Xiaohong became even more impatient.
"Cai Bangzi, you know nothing.
I've already ordered the recipe.
This is what they do in a remote and remote area.
Can't you just make do with it?
When you are at home, I enjoy eating instant noodles.
Why have you lost your temper after going abroad?"
Is the recipe just for these pickles?
Why is Cai Gen so unbelievable?
No matter how remote it is, it is still a small port.
If you don’t have a search engine to buy one, at least it has a case, right?
Unfortunately, Cai Gen didn't understand the language and couldn't tell whether Duan Xiaohong was deceiving him or not.
I ate three bowls of rice and two bowls of miso soup in a hurry.
I wiped my mouth and wanted to go to the bathroom.
This shop is very run-down and very small.
It's a bit like a front store and a backyard.
The bathroom is behind the dining room and needs to go through the kitchen to the backyard.
The proprietress is the chef, pickling the spicy cabbage there.
Seeing Cai Gen looking for the toilet, he didn't even look up.
When Cai Gen was about to walk out of the kitchen, he warned him.
"Don't pee outside. If you are buried, I have to clean it up for you."
Cai Gen thought to himself, it seems that the conditions of the toilet are quite rudimentary.
It's definitely not a flush toilet, it's most likely a dry toilet.
Cai Gen has no objection to dry toilets.
After all, I never used a toilet before I was 15 years old. I only squatted in public toilets.
However, after I took one foot out, I could tell something was wrong.
The landlady speaks Mandarin.
Because I was in urgent need of urination, I didn't ask for help and found the toilet first.
Sure enough, it's just a plastic bucket, which is really simple.
After finishing the convenience, Cai Gen walked back and noticed the small courtyard.
The yard is not small, and there are a lot of fishing equipment, including fishing nets and boxes for seafood.
Behind the yard are two small bungalows, which should be newly built. The exterior walls are covered with original wooden slats. They are quite stylish and have a retro style.
However, there is a figure printed on one wall.
It's the kind of figure that has been burned by fire. That part of the wall has been carbonized and is very ugly. It is obvious under the bright sun.
It was probably not an art painting that was intentionally landscaped. Leng Ding was startled when he saw it, as if there was someone standing in the corner.
Cai Gen glanced casually and walked back.
When passing by the landlady, Cai Gen stopped.
Hand the boss lady a cigarette.
"Sister, we are fellow villagers.
Is it A Dong's or Aji's?
I've been here for many years, but my accent hasn't changed much."
The landlady stopped what she was doing and put down the kitchen knife she was using to chop the cabbage.
He raised his head and looked at Cai Gen.
In addition to the numbness tempered by life, there is also a world-weary indifference in his eyes.
She took the cigarette and waited for Cai Gen to light it for her.
After Cai Gen lit it for her, the proprietress, being a social person, tapped Cai Gen's hand holding the lighter.
"Well, I was married to A Dong, seventeen or eighteen years ago.
Are you traveling here?
No way, what's the point of traveling to such a remote place?
No, there is nothing touristy about this place.
If I hadn't had no way out, I would have left a long time ago."
Cai Gen felt that it was not good for people to raise their heads and speak.
Then he sat on a pile of cabbage next to the landlady, not showing off at all.
"Sister, are you married?
Are you married to a local?
Gentlemen, are you running boats?
Then why is there no seafood on the menu?”
Cai Gen finally spoke out what was on his mind.
For not eating the shelled ones, I feel extremely resentful.
The landlady took a puff of her cigarette and blew it on the ground, which was quite unceremonious.
"That damn old man, when he was alive, my store did have seafood.
Later, he gambled to support his mistress, signed a debt, and gave himself away.
There is no seafood in our store.
Apart from some side dishes, I can't afford to prepare anything else.
Why!"
Cai Gen unconsciously glanced at the kitchen knife used to chop cabbage on the ground.
I feel that the story here should not be simple.
"Sister, that hurts so much.
Why do you have to set yourself on fire?"
The landlady was also stunned when she heard Cai Gen's strange comment.
Ordinary people may express surprise or sympathy.
Or leave quickly.
Who can care about pain like Cai Gen?
"Maybe it's custom.
I don't know why either.
This March, I know that I have ordered twelve.
They are all sailing boats, so no one goes to sea in this port."
Ordered twelve?
Four a month, one a week.
Very regular.
Cai Gen finally understood why Shi Huozhu couldn't buy gasoline.
