Qingben beauty

Chapter 606

After eating that bread, I walked back to the parking lot and drove down to the parking lot in the center of town.

There is a free parking lot here, and there are shops around, so it should be safer.

After parking the car, I got out of the car and went to the restroom. I drank the water from the tap, took a paper towel and soaked it with water, and washed my face.

Then I walked out of the bathroom.

I have searched through the trash cans in this town several times, what is there, what is worth using, I silently remembered it in my heart the last time.

I first went to a trash can in the central square of the town and dug out a half-new map.

Thanks to my research on that navigation, I can see that this is a map centered on Malaga.

On one side is a road map and on the other is a city map of Malaga.

Of course, I only found out afterwards that the city was called Malaga after it was translated into Chinese.

At that time, I just saw that the city name was also displayed in the navigation, and knew that it should be a big city in this area.

In a big city, there should be Chinese, or people who understand English like a three-legged cat like me.

After I folded the map, I went to the trash can on the other side of the square. I remember that there was a map wrapped in a pile of filth. The pile of filth was really smelly, so I didn't look carefully at that time.

Looking at this map now, I feel that it may be a national map of Spain.

The Chinese introduction said that there is a Chinese embassy in Madrid and a Chinese consulate in Barcelona.

It's a pity that when I studied the navigation, I saw that Madrid and Barcelona were still far away from Seville, so I didn't pay much attention to the detailed route. I just remembered that Madrid was north, while Barcelona was south.

Now that I have a map of Malaga, plus a national map, I can drive to both cities.

I walked to the side of the trash can, first took a look, then carefully grabbed the corner of the wrapped map and shook it, and then took a look inside.

It is a bit of a pity to find that after being rendered by that pile of filth for so long, the map has completely lost its original appearance.

It's useless even if I take it out.

I let go of the horn, let out a long sigh of regret, and looked around.

The three streets around the town center are all kinds of shops, half of which are restaurants, and half of which are selling various leather clothes and souvenirs.

One of the houses placed a stand outside, with various postcards and maps on it.

I walked to the bracket and looked at the price on the map: 2 euros.

I let out another breath.

My hand twirled around the camera, and finally let it go.

I turned around and walked around the center of town again, picking up a few drink bottles.

I took the drink bottles into the bathroom, washed the bottles and filled them with water.

I returned to the car with the bottles of water.

After sitting down in the car, I started the car and drove the car down the hill.

I drove the car to the small town, found a free parking lot where I could park the car, and then took out the map.

I tapped my fingers on several markers on the map.

That's the sign for the toll booth.

In other words, not to mention driving to Madrid, even if you want to drive to Malaga, you still have to pay tolls.

That is, I need money.

I took a light breath, put my car rental contract under the seat cushion, and got out of the car with the keys.

I started walking along the streets of the small town.

In summer in the Mediterranean, the daytime is still very hot, but when it gets dark, the sky becomes cooler. As the night deepens, the temperature plummets.

The cool sea breeze blew by, making goose bumps on my skin.

I folded my arms subconsciously.

After rubbing my hands on my arms, I withdrew my hands and walked forward at a faster speed.

God was kind to me at last. After I walked around an unknown number of streets, I saw a sign blocking the way ahead.

I have seen this sign in Paris too.

It is a sign of construction ahead.

I walked quickly to the front of the sign.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and there was no one on the road, but the light behind the sign was on.

When I walked over, there were five or six people behind the sign, arguing loudly about something.

Then, the four people on one side pushed the other two away, picked up their coats and walked outside.

The other two yelled a few times, and the four laughed loudly and said a few words, then got into a truck on the side of the road and drove away.

The two stomped their feet, looked at the pile of cement bags beside them and sighed.

One of them said a few words to the other, and the other shook his head repeatedly.

I stood and watched the two of them for a while, and then tied the camera around my waist. I walked past the two, walked to the pile of cement bags, and stooped to carry a bag of cement on my back.

When I stood up, the two people turned around in surprise, one of them yelled, but the other blocked him, and then pointed to a mixing field a hundred meters away and said to me .

I went to the mixing field.

The cement bag may only weigh a hundred catties a bag. Even if I am healthy and strong, it is not an easy task to walk a distance of [-] meters with my back on my back.

What's more, the road surface at that section has been dug to a pulp, not to mention driving a car or pushing a cart, even people walking, one must be very careful.

I think I can roughly understand what those people at the beginning were arguing about.

When I walked to the edge of the mixing field with the bag of cement on my back, those two people also came to the mixing field. One of them instructed me to put the cement bag on a wooden board, and the other began to pour water into the mixing field. pebbles.

There were sixty bags in that pile of cement bags, and it took me nearly four hours to carry them all to the place they designated.

And during this time, the two of them mostly leaned on the machine to smoke and chat, and only occasionally went to stir the pile of concrete.

Of the sixty bags I moved, they only used two.

After all the sixty bags were moved, I was already sweating profusely, and I couldn't straighten my waist.

I didn't care about getting dirty, so I sat on the last two bags of cement and panted.

Those two people came over, one handed me an unopened bottle of mineral water, and the other gave me a thumbs up.

Then he handed me three bills.

It's three ten euro notes!

I took the three banknotes almost tremblingly, and said thank you several times.

The man who gave me the water glared at the man and said a few words to him.

Then he took out a handful of money from his own pocket, and handed me a ten-euro bill.

After I was stunned for a moment, I immediately took the banknote with great gratitude, and nodded to them both in thanks.

The man waved to me.

I was very flattering, and left the construction site with the forty euros and the bottle of water.

I walked out of that street with a straight body, and after turning the corner, I couldn't hold on any longer, and sat down on the ground.

After taking a few quick breaths, I unscrewed the lid of the water bottle and drank most of the water in one go.

Then he put the mouth of the bottle on his forehead.

I took a deep, deep breath.

(End of this chapter)