Without further ado, I drove around the city for nearly an hour before finally getting on the expressway. Then I looked at the signs and maps along the way. It was almost like a blind man going to Antarctica, and I went out in a daze. .
This phrase "blind pestle" probably confuses many people and they don't know what it is.
Let me explain, this actually refers to moles, because they live underground all year round, and their eyesight is particularly bad. They all have amblyopia, and some of them are almost blind.
Therefore, this sentence is also an adjective, which refers to a person whose eyesight is not good, just like a blind man.
But I estimate that many Northeasterners may not know what a blind pestle is.
I was just like a blind man along the way. Although I had a map with me, it was not accurate at all. I also traveled a lot of wrong roads along the way, which was bumpy and bumpy.
Fortunately, it was almost dusk, and I finally arrived at the village where Uncle Ma was.
By this time, I was exhausted, and the car ran out of gas.
So I first found a place to refuel, then found a restaurant to have something to eat, and then asked the locals about it.
After asking, I found out that the village I was going to was still dozens of kilometers away from here. The road was rugged and difficult to navigate. It would be impossible to drive even if a shabby taxi like me got in.
Fortunately, that village is still open to traffic, but only one bus passes there every day. If you miss it, it will be gone.
I asked carefully and found out that the bus departed at 7:50 in the morning and arrived at the village at 10:05.
Only then did I suddenly realize what Uncle Ma meant.
He asked me to arrive at ten o'clock in the morning, probably because he asked me to take this bus, because except for this bus, my shabby taxi couldn't drive in at all.
In this case, I won't be able to meet Uncle Ma tonight, and I have to spend the night here.
There are several hotels in this village, all with similar environments. Anyway, I didn’t choose, so I just found a cleaner place to stay.
Next, what I have to do is to wait until tomorrow morning, and then take the statue of Lao Junye to find Uncle Ma.
Although I can’t tell you the name of that village, in order to make it easier for everyone to remember and for me to describe it, I will call that village H Village.
But that night, I was lying on the bed in the small hotel, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Looking at the statue of Lao Junye on the bedside table, I couldn't help but murmur to myself.
Why did Uncle Ma ask me to bring Mr. Jun here?
I was thinking like this, tossing and turning, and at the same time, God was not kind to me. At about one o'clock in the middle of the night, there was a sudden thunder, and then there was a downpour, accompanied by thunder and lightning.
It's quite scary.
It rained all night. I got up at about six o'clock in the morning, and then it started raining lightly and it didn't stop.
It seems that this rain is quite troublesome. I guess the road in the mountains may be more difficult today.
So I first went to the bun shop next to the hotel to have breakfast. I went to the station before 7:30 and patiently waited for the bus to H Village today.
At this time, I felt very nervous and complicated. I subconsciously touched the heavy statue of Laojun in my backpack several times.
The shuttle bus came on time at 7:50. I got on the bus with several adults, found a seat and sat down, and then hugged my backpack to my chest.
It took two hours to drive. Because I didn’t sleep well last night, I hugged my backpack, closed my eyes, and took a nap in the car.
But there was a chubby older lady sitting next to me. She probably didn't have breakfast. She was munching on corn as soon as she got in the car. It was delicious.
After chewing the corn, she took out a piece of dried tofu rolled with scallions, which was crunchy. The smell kept wafting into my nose, making me unable to sleep.
In fact, I couldn't sleep at all, because the first section of the road was fine. After driving for a few kilometers, the road conditions became worse and worse. It was very bumpy and there were curves one after another.
I was also secretly glad that I didn't drive, because the road was bumpy, full of potholes, and it had rained all night, and there were all curves, so it was really impossible to drive.
What was even more frightening was that after driving for more than an hour, there were ravines more than two meters deep on both sides of the road. There were some shrubs and short trees, and there was water in some places, turning it into a complete puddle.
The car was swaying on the road, and I felt like it was about to fall into the ravine several times. I didn’t dare to take a nap anymore, so I held my backpack and thought wildly.
The road is narrow to begin with. If a big car comes from the opposite direction later and the two cars miss each other, or if they happen to catch a curve, the car may overturn.
Otherwise, people shouldn't have random thoughts, especially bad things like this. Whatever you think comes to you.
Less than ten minutes after I had this idea, I happened to be at a curve. When the shuttle bus was turning, the driver sounded the horn several times in advance.
This is a formal operation for driving around a curve. Because the driver cannot see the road on the other side, he must sound the horn to warn him.
After the driver honked his horn, there was no response from the other side, so he didn't take it seriously and turned around normally.
But at this moment, a harsh horn suddenly sounded from the opposite side, followed by a large truck rushing out.
When the driver of this bus got nervous, he subconsciously turned the steering wheel to the right to avoid it. However, the steering wheel was turned a bit too much, and the road was narrow. As a result, our body tilted and we fell directly into the ditch!
I was shocked in my heart, thinking to myself, why am I afraid that something will happen, the car will overturn!
In an emergency, I couldn't care so much. The only reaction I had in time was to hug my backpack and protect the statue of Laojun.
But I want to tell you something. Because the speed of the car was not very fast at the time, the car did not appear to have driven into the ditch. In fact, it slowly tilted down, and it was not very tragic.
It was like an old man walking slowly, but then he got sick while walking and fell to the ground little by little.
That was the feeling the car gave me at that time, and it slowly plunged into the ditch.
In an instant, the car was filled with exclamations and screams one after another.
The position I was sitting in was a bit unlucky. At the bottom of the overturned car, at least four or five people above me fell on top of me.
But having said that, I have to thank the elder sister next to me, Niu Baomi, for saving me.
At the moment when the car rolled over, the elder sister did not press on me, but used her own hands to support the car glass, protecting me under her body.
Those four or five people were actually all pressing on her.
I have to say that this eldest sister's corn is really not in vain. She is so strong and has a strong body. She can bear all the weight of those people by herself.
But the eldest sister only held on for a while, then leaned on me little by little. She probably couldn't hold on any longer. At the same time, there were all kinds of shouts in the car.
Fortunately, I was holding my backpack on my chest at this time, and the statue of Laojun was inside, resisting the elder sister for me, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
But I was also complaining secretly in my heart. Now that we were almost at the finish line, the car overturned. What should I do if it delayed Uncle Ma's important event? !
