This kind of old truck may have been sent to them by the commune where these young people started, or by the county.

The paint outside is shiny.

But it can't change that every part inside the truck cab is a treasure coveted by the museum.

In the dilapidated cab, only the stubborn steering wheel was left, with traces of being cut with a hacksaw. None of the scars showed the strength and unyieldingness of the original steering wheel.

When the driving masters arrived, everyone took out an extra-large starter key in a tacit understanding.

Then, like a row of men trying hard to fetch water from a deep well, they all shouted slogans and worked together to crank the car engine.

The whole car body convulsed several times, and black smoke came out from behind the buttocks. The car finally started to ignite like an asthmatic patient.

After the drivers successfully started the first car, they then started to turn the second car with a joystick more than 1m long.

This car is obviously more valuable than the first car.

Shange, who was already discerning about the air intake in the front, was thrown into the scrap metal pile at which recycling station.

He just opened his mouth and grinned at the drivers.

It seems that this car is quite proud of having to use so many drivers to serve it every day.

This car is so old that its ridges are no longer straight, but it is not so big that it drags the ground with its belly.

At least all 6 tires are there.

Just like a 70-year-old old woman, all her teeth are missing.

Fortunately, the roads at this time were very strong, full of gravel, and the polished tires were driving on them. They complemented each other's strengths and weaknesses with the road, so we could get along without breaking up.

This car has a very bad temper.

Six drivers plus seven or eight young people who came to help worked hard for a long time, shaking three circles to the left and three to the right.

When they were really tired, someone found some newspapers, put some diesel on them and ignited them to heat the engine.

With everyone's unremitting and persistent efforts, we finally got the engine of this classic car running.

Repeatedly and repeatedly.

Six old trucks finally opened their eyes, coughing all the way, and staggered away from the reception point of Baima Commune.

These young people left in such a hurry that they didn't even bother to say hello to the leaders of the commune and say "thank you for the reception."

The anxious person in charge of the reception point jumped to his feet in the thick smoke, "Xiaojiang, please walk slowly. You are welcome to come often. If you have a chance, please come often!"

"Come on!"

Amid the billowing smoke, Zhu Xiaojun’s words of thanks could be faintly heard, “Damn, this reception point is so damn evil.”

The person in charge nodded, "It's a very evil thing. Thanks to the evil people, thanks to the fleas and ticks, I finally got rid of them."

When the car left the streets of Baima Commune, it entered the county-level highway leading to Shuanghe Commune.

The drivers, whose driving depends on their character and good character, all opened their eyes wide in the darkness and focused on the road ahead, for fear of making any mistakes while driving.

What if the young men and women in the car were injured due to driving problems?

The consequences would probably be a bit serious.

Just because these people are going to Sijiu City, if they are injured on the way, the trip will be delayed.

It is very easy for someone to put it online.

"Oh dear lord, who domains the fate of this world?"

"How do you judge a young man to see if he is a promising young man? Then hey, master, be more careful!"

The carriage was shaking violently, and the old-fashioned truck was singing happily, but its old legs could not withstand the passion of these young people, let alone the ravages of the bumpy roads.

Not long after the motorcade left, the guys who had been standing in the carriage singing loudly and talking at length gradually began to languish.

One by one, they gritted their teeth and clung to the carriage, steadied their horses, and used the strength of their legs and waist to fight against the bumps with all their strength.

By the time the convoy drove more than 10 kilometers away from Baima Commune, it was still about the same distance away from Shuanghe Commune.

All I heard was a loud "bang"!

Then the front of the first car tilted and fell into a small ditch on the side of the road.

This was not a big deal, but it knocked the men and women in the carriage into a ball.

The injury was not serious, but the pain caused by bumps and bumps was unavoidable. The nosebleeds and bruises on the back were considered minor.

In a more serious case, a front tooth is knocked out, the speech is leaky, and I can no longer shout slogans for a short period of time. This is considered more serious.

The driver of this car is obviously experienced, and it seems that it is common for him to encounter tire blowouts.

The driver immediately opened the door and jumped out. Then he called a few companions and used the extra-large starter key to remove a spare tire from the back of the car. Then everyone helped each other and started changing it on the spot.

Unfortunately, it is easy to remove the scrapped tire. When trying to put the spare tire on, I ran into some trouble: the screw cap was missing!

When he was removing the tire just now, the master obviously piled the removed tire nuts together.

But when it came time to tighten the spare tire, I couldn't find those nuts!

Everyone got out of the car to help look for it, but they couldn't find it. There was really no choice but to remove a few screw heads from other wheel hubs and make do with it.

It was hard to replace the punctured tire.

Next, we had to pull out the car that had fallen into the ditch. But we never expected that the stalled trucks behind us would be unable to hit the road.

After the drivers checked it, they finally determined that there was a hole in the fuel tank and all the diesel inside was leaking.

I had no choice but to suck some oil from the fuel tank of another truck and put it in.

After struggling for a long time, all the cars finally began to emit black smoke again.

It was with great difficulty that the leading car was pulled out of the ditch. By this time, the young people had become haggard and exhausted both physically and mentally.

Slowly climbing into the car, the driver was about to drive and continue driving.

Unexpectedly, another scream came from inside the carriage at this time, "Ah——"

It turns out that just after everyone left the carriage, for some reason, another snake got into it!

Although the black-tipped snake is said to be non-venomous, it can be scary when caught off guard in the dark!

Especially the female students who were given priority climbed into the car first, and a high-pitched scream was heard immediately.

The drivers were so frightened that they broke the steering wheel in their hands!

After we got rid of the snake that appeared out of nowhere, a handful of fleas dropped out of nowhere from the second car behind us.

Once these things sense the heat and breath of the human body, they immediately crawl into everyone's collars and crotches.

It made everyone in the carriage jump up and down!

Some people were busy taking off their shirts and shaking them wildly, trying to shake the fleas to the ground. Some people even took off their pants, leaving only their big underpants, and put them outside the carriage and patted them for a while.

It’s all chaos, it’s all chaos!

"Walk!"

Zhu Xiaojun shouted sharply, "It seems that the neighborhood here is indeed very evil. It is not a place for us to stay. Let's go to Rongcheng quickly."

As the provincial capital of Bashu, Chengdu has strong reception capacity. It has no problem to accommodate more than 100 young people at any time.

It's just that there are a lot of similar people gathered in Chengdu, and there are a lot of talents there. People with theoretical level like Zhu Xiaojun and others have no sense of existence at all.

This is the main reason why they would rather stay in a small place like Baima Commune than go to Chengdu.

But now in the territory of Baima Commune, this group of people seems to be possessed by strange spirits. All kinds of unexplainable strange phenomena occur frequently, which is really unbearable!

There is no other way, so I can only go to a big place like Chengcheng. It is better to be someone else's follower than to suffer here.

Fortunately, Baima Commune is not very far from Chengdu.

If these classic cars are not broken down, we should be able to arrive in Chengdu by the next morning.

It's strange to say that ever since Zhu Xiaojun said he would go to Chengdu, everything suddenly became smooth sailing. Is there anything going on?

So far,

These young people didn't say anything, but they all agreed in their hearts: It's too evil to come here near Baima Company Commune!

Although everyone knows this in their hearts, if they cannot speak out about this kind of thing, they will definitely be mercilessly attacked: What is your position?

Hey, you don’t believe in that theory, but you come here to promote feudal ideas. What do you want to do?!

Therefore, everyone can only bury this horrific experience in Baima Commune deeply in their hearts and dare not tell friends, except best friends.

If there are too many people, don't expect any secrets.

In addition, there are about a dozen girls in this group of people who can figure it out with their toes: these people who love to write letters and communicate with others have to argue when they meet students of similar age.

How could they keep the secret?

Not long after, there was a rumor that it was not possible to go to Baima Commune.

As for why we can't go, some people say it's because of the tick disaster there, while others say that Baima Commune is infested with fleas, and it's so densely packed that it's really unbearable.

Some students don't believe it: every county and every commune has certain standards for reception points.
To be continued...