human suffering

Chapter 2725 Point Yourself

Seeing He Naizi who was already furious.

Cai Gen calmed down instead.

If no one else goes crazy, Cai Gen can temporarily act as the crazy person.

Whenever there is a madman, Cai Gen will force himself to remain calm.

After all, there is a big picture that needs to be managed. If everyone goes crazy, it's outrageous.

"Oh, that's enough, my great master.

Don't get angry.

Why did you smash your phone? Why are you such a spendthrift?

Ah Zhu, take the oil barrel and go to the gas station to buy oil.

The rest of you, let's go find a place and get some food.

I felt like I would get hypoglycemia before the meal started.

If we call an ambulance, we will throw the person abroad.”

Cai Gen not only didn't speak the language, he also didn't understand the written language.

Fortunately, Duan Xiaohong learned it from her grandmother when she was a child, so she has no problem with basic communication.

So, Duan Xiaohong took him into a small restaurant.

Of course, the matter of ordering food was left to Duan Xiaohong.

Although the restaurant is small and the decoration is shabby.

There are only two tables and a kang table with a screen, which can be considered a private room.

Cai Gen and his friends 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 given that it is a remote small fishing port.

The food was served quite quickly.

In less than ten minutes, a table full of small plates was laid out.

That little pickle is quite exquisite.

Another twenty minutes passed and no one came to serve the dishes.

Cai Gen became a little anxious.

Just when he was about to urge Duan Xiaohong, Shi Huozhu had already returned with the oil.

Judging from the relaxed look on his face while carrying the oil drum, he probably wasn't very successful.

  "Azhu, how is it, did you buy it?

Do you need an ID card?"

Shi Huozhu casually threw the oil barrel to the ground.

A face full of lawsuits.

"What a lousy place.

I can't speak Chinese or English.

After gesturing for a long time, he finally understood that I wanted to buy oil.

As a result, it is not sold retail.

They say self-immolation is popular in this place.

Therefore, gasoline is not sold in retail to avoid the occurrence of self-inflicted damage.

  You say, what kind of reason is this?

After dinner, let’s go somewhere further and try our luck.”

This trend is really weird.

  With so many ways to die, why choose self-immolation?

Just as Cai Gen was beginning to feel doubtful, Shi Huozhu sat down on the kang, picked up his chopsticks and started eating pickled vegetables.

"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.

You know what, this little pickle is quite tasty.

It’s sweet and sour, very refreshing.”

After Duan Xiaohong came back from ordering food, she was a little dazed.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

I became unhappy when Shi Huozhu started to quarrel with me.

"Delicious, sir.

Eating can't stop your mouth.

Mao's main course, our dishes are ready."

Don't think Duan Xiaohong can bully Shi Huozhu.

However, Cai Gen did not indulge her bad habits.

I wasn't happy at that time.

"Duan Tu Dou, are you speaking human language?

  What does "all the dishes are ready" mean?

Aren’t these all just table dishes?

  I asked you to order food and you just ordered a table full of pickles?

Do you understand that a poor family can have a rich road?

Ah Zhu and He Nai Zi are checking out, so it’s not your turn yet.

How come you still have the energy to attend the meeting?"

Duan Xiaohong became even more impatient.

"Cai Bangzi, you know nothing.

I have already ordered the recipe.

This is all they have in this remote area.

  Can't you just make do with it?

When you are at home, you seem to enjoy eating instant noodles.

Why did you become more irritable after going abroad? "

  Are these pickles the only ones on the menu?

Why is Cai Gen so unconvinced?

  Even if it is remote, this is still a small port. If you don't search for music and buy a machine, at least you can get one with a shell, right?

Unfortunately, Cai Gen didn’t speak the language and couldn’t tell whether Duan Xiaohong was fooling him or not.

I hastily ate three bowls of rice and two bowls of soybean paste soup.

I wiped my mouth and wanted to go to the bathroom.

This shop is shabby and small.

It's a bit like a store in front and a yard in the back.

The bathroom is behind the dining room and you need to go through the kitchen to the backyard.

The proprietress is the chef, and she is pickling spicy cabbage.

When he saw Cai Gen looking for the toilet, he didn't even look up.

Cai Gen gave him some advice when he was about to leave the kitchen.

"Don't pee outside. It's dirty and I have to clean it up for you."

Cai Gen thought that the conditions of the toilet seemed quite simple.

It’s definitely not a flush toilet, it’s most likely a dry toilet.

Cai Gen has no objection to dry toilets.

After all, before I was fifteen, I had never used a toilet, and all I used were squat toilets in public toilets.

However, after one foot had taken a step forward, I realized something was wrong.

The lady boss speaks Mandarin.

Because I had to pee urgently, I didn't bother to talk and found the toilet first.

It’s just a plastic bucket, quite simple indeed.

After finishing his work, Cai Gen noticed the courtyard when he was walking back.

The yard is not small, and it contains 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 wooden slats, which are quite stylish and have a retro style.

However, on one wall, there was a figure printed.

It was the kind of human figure that had been burned by fire. That part of the wall had been carbonized and was very ugly. It was very obvious under the scorching sun.

This shouldn't be an art painting with deliberate scenery. Leng Ding was startled when he saw it, as if there was someone standing in the corner.

Cai Gen took a casual glance and walked back.

When passing by the proprietress, Cai Gen still stopped.

Hand the proprietress a cigarette.

"Sister, we are from the same hometown.

Is it Adong’s or Aji’s?

It’s been so many years, but my accent hasn’t changed much.”

The proprietress stopped what she was doing and put down the knife she was using to chop cabbage.

He looked up at Cai Gen.

In addition to the numbness caused by the hardships of life, there is also a kind of indifference that comes from being tired of the world.

She took the cigarette and waited for Cai Gen to light it for her.

After Cai Gen lit the cigarette for her, the proprietress, in a social way, tapped Cai Gen's hand holding the lighter.

"Well, I married Adong, about 17 or 18 years ago.

  Are you traveling here?

No way, what's there to travel to in such a remote place?

No, there is nothing worth visiting in this place.

If I had no way out, I would have left long ago."

Cai Gen felt that it was not good to ask others to look up when speaking.

Then he sat down on the pile of cabbage next to the proprietress, not at all particular.

  "Sister, you are married here?

Married to a local?

Sir, are you a sailor?

Why is there no seafood on the menu?"

Cai Gen finally spoke out what was in his heart.

I felt extremely resentful for not being able to eat the ones with shells.

The proprietress took a puff of her cigarette and spit onto the ground, which was quite ungentlemanly.

“When that dead old man was alive, we did have seafood in our restaurant.

Later, he gambled to support his mistress, signed a debt, and then set himself on fire.

We don't have any seafood in our store.

Apart from some side dishes, I can't afford anything else.

Why! "

Cai Gen unconsciously glanced at the kitchen knife used to chop cabbage on the ground.

I think the story here is not simple.

"Sister, that hurts so much.

Why do you have to set yourself on fire?"

When the proprietress heard Cai Gen's strange comment, she was also stunned.

Most people might express surprise, or sympathy.

Or leave quickly.

Who can care as much as Cai Gen about whether it hurts or not?

“Maybe it’s a custom.

I do not know why either.

This March, I know of twelve people who have ordered one.

All of them are sailors. The port is so crowded that no one is going out to sea anymore."

  Ordered twelve?

Four per month, one per week.

Very regular.

Cai Gen finally understood why Shi Huozhu couldn't buy gasoline.