The hot water is so hot. It's underground water boiled by gas.
Originally, groundwater was very cold, but after being instantly heated, multiple water temperature layers were formed in the water.
There is water that has been boiled, and there is also the cold water that has just emerged. When it comes into contact with the skin, it will burn to death for a while, and freeze to death for a while.
After several times of thermal expansion and cold contraction, the surface layer of skin will crack, and then the cycle of hot and cold will continue on the next layer.
Cai Gen has never experienced death by a thousand cuts, but it should be the same as this feeling. It is cruel, has nowhere to hide, and is despairing.
After thinking about it for a while, I realized that it was really unpleasant.
Just as Cai Gen was about to speak, Zeng Tiejun raised the cigar in his hand and gestured towards Cai Gen.
"Try it, too. It's quite strong at first, and the more you smoke it, the more addictive it becomes. It's better than Phoenix Race, and you don't even need to roll a cigarette.
Haha, I usually smoke Phoenix Sai, and the cigarettes always foam.
My wife always thinks that I smoke too much and forces me to quit smoking.
At home, I only dare to smoke in the corridor, saying it is not good for the fetus.
But there is no way, I can't quit, and I can't bear to buy alcohol, so I can only smoke to relieve my fatigue. I'm too tired from mining coal.
After I finish my work, I smoke a cigarette and I don’t feel so tired from living.”
It seemed like they were chatting and talking about common things, but Cai Gen felt that his heartbeat was a little off-beat, and it would slow down a beat from time to time.
Phoenix Sai is a kind of bulk dry tobacco that has not undergone any process. After being crushed, you need to roll it in white paper and smoke it yourself.
There is no fragrance, no formula, it is purely natural, but it is really not easy to smoke and very choking.
The only advantage is that it is cheap, very cheap, cheaper than the 7.51 pack of cigarettes Cai Gen smokes.
In the past, when Cai Gen was a child, his grandparents smoked dry cigarettes, which was this kind of Phoenix game. So do people still smoke this kind of cigarettes now?
Zeng Tiejun is only in his twenties and has already practiced to this extent. Compared with Cai Gen, it can be considered a luxury.
No, miners have very high incomes, especially front-line workers. They can earn tens of thousands of yuan a month in this small city.
Because of the heavy physical strength, and also because it is very dangerous.
Yes, the baby will be born soon, and there will be a lot of money to spend.
Zeng Tiejun, who is an orphan, wants to save more money and make his children live a better life. He is really a good boy.
How could such a good young man, who could endure hardships and take care of his family, die like that?
Cai Gen felt uncomfortable just thinking about it. As long as there were people's hearts, it would be unfair to him.
But is it useful to be unfair?
Cai Gen will not resurrect Dafa. Besides, hasn’t he already been resurrected?
By the way, let’s ask slowly from the root.
Being interrupted like this, Cai Gen's train of thought stopped. After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered where the source was.
"Brother, I am a few years older than you, and I am greedy.
I’ve caught up, but no one is trying to recruit me. I advise you to be more open-minded and just stand and talk without back pain. I can only hope that you can figure it out on your own.”
Zeng Tiejun seemed to think of his wife and children, and became a little excited, so he smoked more frequently.
Hearing Cai Gen's persuasion, he smiled miserably.
"Haha, I don't know how to do it. I don't know what to do. Anyway, they are all dead."
Cai Gen finds it very funny and bizarre for a person who is talking to you to see himself as a dead person. It is truly an extraordinary experience.
"By the way, brother, was it you who brought me and that old man to you?
Did you take the initiative to share your experience with me?"
Zeng Tiejun was a little surprised when Cai Gen asked him this question, as if Cai Gen's question was superfluous.
"So, you don't know anything?"
"Ah, I don't know. Do you think I know?"
"I don't think it's important. What's important is how you feel."
"Then what should I know?"
Zeng Tiejun seemed not used to the fast pace of this kind of question and answer and paused.
"Are you in a hurry?"
Cai Gen was stunned. Why did he come to ask this question?
"Don't worry, what's wrong?"
Zeng Tiejun looked at the pile of kitchen utensils over there and smiled sheepishly.
"Man, when I died, I had one hour to go before I could eat. Before I could make it, the gas exploded.
Do you have anything to eat over there? I want to make up for that meal.
During those nine hours of soaking, the most tormenting thing was not the pain, but the hunger, haha."
When Cai Gen heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He died of hunger without having anything to eat. It was so cruel.
Without saying a word, I ran back. Since my physical strength was not fully recovered, I fell down after taking two steps.
Regardless of the dirt on his body or the ventilation of the lower plate, Cai Gen got up and ran to the simple kitchen.
Fortunately, the 40-pound porridge bucket still had a pimple soup base in it. Cai Gen took a scoop of water and scooped out a full scoop, then carefully brought it to Zeng Tiejun.
Some of the friends squatting around wanted to come up to help, but they were all turned back by Cai Gen's eyes.
I am serving this brother and eating a bowl of pimple soup. I am so happy.
Passing the ladle of water to Zeng Tiejun, it was Cai Gen's turn to feel embarrassed.
"Brother, the only ready-made soup is pimple soup. If you don't mind it, just drink some."
Zeng Tiejun took the water ladle, his hands were shaking slightly, and he quickly threw away the cigar.
He held it steady with two hands and looked at the pimple soup inside, his eyes became red.
"Man, this is really great.
That day, the meal my wife brought me was pimple soup, but unfortunately I didn’t eat it.
Today this not only makes up for a meal, it’s still the same, it’s so good, hehe, hehe, hehe.”
Zeng Tiejun was smiling at first, a happy smile, a satisfied smile. Slowly, the smile was still there, but he couldn't help but shed tears and started howling.
Seeing this, Cai Gen's heart began to twitch again. He really couldn't accept such a heart-wrenching scene.
I really don’t know if my heart will be overwhelmed if I continue to read it.
I'm a little older, and although I don't have a lot of experience, I do understand a lot about the warmth and coldness of people and the difficulty of life.
Seeing such a heart-touching action, Cai Gen would unconsciously feel empathy. What if it was him?
If Yuanyuan made a lunch of pimple soup for herself and got into trouble before eating it, how would she feel when she faced pimple soup again?
Just after a little comparison, Cai Gen's eye sockets became moist.
"Brother, eat it while it's hot. Once it cools down, it won't taste good and will hurt your stomach."
Cai Gen tried his best to treat Zeng Tiejun as a living person, an ordinary person, so as to reduce his psychological burden.
The heart that twitched from time to time really couldn't withstand too much stimulation.
It wouldn't be good if I cried with Zeng Tiejun here.
Not only was it not good to be seen by one of my own people, but it was also not good to be seen by Zeng Tiejun. I thought I pitied him.
Cai Gen knew in his heart that he was definitely not pitiful, but that he was insulting Zeng Tiejun, who was trying hard to live a good life.
I can only feel sorry for him. Although he is not a relative or a friend, Cai Gen really feels sorry for this young man.