How many wives? Born in an underground building, Long Yuehong, who grew up in an underground building, can hardly imagine such a thing.
Shang Jianyao discussed it seriously:
"It's definitely not busy."
"In some places, there is this custom, and in some places, a woman can marry several husbands." Jiang Baimian recalled what he saw and heard.
Shang Jianyao was suddenly curious:
"If people from these two places are put together and the two customs are mixed, what will it look like?"
Jiang Baimian thought about it:
"Probably, my second wife's eldest husband's third wife's fourth husband turned out to be my son?"
Long Yuehong felt dizzy for a while, but couldn't figure out what the relationship was for a while.
He glanced around, and suddenly saw a few meters away, in front of an RV, there were several people wearing padded jackets and old down jackets standing there, prostrating frequently in front of two red candles.
The two candles flickered, and in front of them stood a piece of air-dried meat, a shaved chicken, steamed buns, wowotou and other foods.
"What are they doing?" Long Yuehong tiptoed slightly, trying to see more clearly.
Bai Chen glanced in that direction:
"They're worshiping the chariot god."
"The head of the car?" Jiang Baimian asked eagerly.
Bai Chen organized the following language:
"For the 'rootless' group, the vehicle is the most valuable property, an important member of the family, and many of their customs and habits are derived from it.
"They are always worried about where the vehicle hits, hits, or falls into a swamp, and overturns due to certain obstacles, so they created a car god to worship, praying for a safe journey and smooth sailing, No trouble."
Shang Jianyao said "tsk":
"Which executive does not belong to the jurisdiction?"
"Yeah, it's not a certain Zhisui that they worship." Long Yuehong echoed.
Bai Chen's smile flashed:
"The executives are not so broad, and in many places, many people have only heard of this term.
"Well... Many sects that believe in the old age have tried to incorporate the chariot god into their own religion, so as to develop the 'rootless' group into their own believers. Now the best one is the 'Crystal Consciousness Cult', which is also a A sect that worships the Buddha Bodhi of the first year of the year.
"In other groups of 'rootless people', the Chetou God has been renamed the Chetou Bodhisattva."
"The competition between gods is so fierce." Shang Jianyao commented sternly.
Long Yuehong took another look at the place where the chariot god was worshipped, looked at the air-dried meat, boiled chicken and steamed buns, and WoWatou said:
"Would it be too wasteful?"
Even for the employees of "Pangu Biology", this is a meal-level food. It is not a festival, and it is rarely eaten like this.
"It won't be thrown away." Bai Chen explained, "After the sacrifice, the food will be brought back and shared with the whole family. On the dusty soil, except for a few places, there will be no food waste at all."
Speaking of which, her expression softened, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised:
"In many wilderness homeless settlements, what children look forward to most is offering sacrifices to gods, which means that the meal will be very rich in the future, only once or twice a year."
"Is that so..." Long Yuehong equated this with the New Year's Day of "Pangu Creatures", and immediately felt the same way.
While talking, a group of four came to the most lively part of the camp, but it was also far away from the oil tanker.
It is relatively empty here, and only three longer and larger RVs are parked.
They are loosely surrounded by an open "mouth" shape, and the side doors are all open, revealing the tables and chairs, kitchen counters and cabinets inside.
And where they surrounded, there were various tables, chairs and benches in the outermost circle, and the middle part was completely empty.
At this moment, on the top of the RV facing the gap, several spheres were constantly flashing green, red or purple, shrouding the entire area in a psychedelic light.
On the top of the other two RVs, there is a speaker, and they play music with a strong sense of rhythm, which makes the people gathered in the blank area twist and turn.
Jiang Baimian stared at it for a while, then his hand grabbed Shang Jianyao, who was eager to try:
"Don't get involved.
"Go ahead."
Shang Jian Yao reluctantly retracted his gaze, made up the tactical backpack that was about to be put down, and followed Jiang Baimian to the innermost RV.
On the way, they met a young man who had shaved both sides of his hair.
Jiang Baimian stopped him and asked with a smile:
"Where is your leader?"
During the conversation, she smelled a more obvious smell of gasoline from the other party.
Under the cold wind of the winter night, the young man didn't wear much, just a long-sleeved red cotton T-shirt and a pair of trousers with wide trousers.
There was a faint sweat on his forehead, as if he had just experienced a vigorous exercise.
"Call the head of the regiment." The young man emphasized.
"Yes, head." Shang Jianyao has always been kind.
The young man was choked:
"I mean, our leader is called the head of the group. No, he is not a group. He is the head of our business group."
"Where is your head?" Jiang Baimian asked before Shang Jianyao spoke.
The young man pointed to the RV in the deepest part:
"That's what sells."
After answering, he looked up and down at Jiang Baimian and smiled:
"Do you want to dance together?"
"No." Jiang Baimian refused without hesitation.
When they were talking, because the music was strong and powerful, they all let go of their throats, as if they were shouting.
For Jiang Baimian, this is like a duck to water.
The rejected young man didn't bother, and his body swayed up and down with the rhythm, giving way.
Looking at Jiang Baimian's back, he raised his right hand, sniffed the smell on his forearm, and said to himself in doubt:
"She doesn't like the smell of gasoline on this model?"
When the "Old Tunes Group" was about to arrive at the target RV, an old lady suddenly appeared in the shadows around.
She carried a brown dustpan with many bottles and jars in it.
"Do you want some gasoline? Or, do you want diesel?" The wrinkles on the old lady's face were already obvious, and she looked a little thin.
When Long Yuehong and others felt a little at a loss, Shang Jianyao asked very adaptively:
"Is it tasty?"
"..." The old lady was at a loss for words, "This is not edible."
Immediately she exclaimed:
"Sprinkling a little on your body will make you the most popular people in the camp!"
She freed one hand and pointed at a vial:
"It's 'Orange Company' 15, the purest kind, and it smells just right.
"You just need to sprinkle a little, and I don't know how many girls will be fascinated by you tonight!"
Jiang Baimian listened thoughtfully and said to himself:
"Because many vehicles need fuel, many people here also love the smell of fuel
"Perhaps, for them, the scent of flowers is far less attractive than the smell of gasoline or diesel."
"Ah, what did you say?" The old lady's hearing is a little bit bad, and the environment here is very noisy.
Jiang Baimian laughed dumbly and said loudly:
"we do not need!"
Looking at the old lady returning to the shadows with a slight disappointment, the "Old Tunes Group" four boarded the RV in the deepest part.
The space inside is quite spacious, and there can be many tables and chairs. Just outside, there is a milky white platform to the chest and abdomen of Shang Jianyao.
There are several high stools in front of the platform, and behind the platform there are wooden cabinets displaying various bottles and cans.
Between the wooden cabinet and the platform, stood a man nearly 1.8 meters tall.
He looked in his forties or fifties, with very short hair, a large circle of gray beard around his mouth, and a black leather coat that shimmered slightly.
"Want a drink?" the uncle asked with a smile.
"Do you have any wine?" Jiang Baimian pulled up the high stool and sat down, and asked instead.
Long Yuehong was also surprised:
In places where food such as "Pangu creatures" is still sufficient, alcoholic beverages are all controlled products, and the annual production is very small, and each person has only a very small quota. wine!
The uncle who is suspected to be the head of the "rootless" business group said with a smile:
"Wild tree fruit wine.
"I don't know what kind of fruit it is. It grows here every summer, and it is sour and astringent. No one eats it, and it can't be preserved until winter, but when it is made into wine, the flavor is unexpectedly good."
When the rest of the "Old Tune Group" sat down, Jiang Baimian joked:
"I thought people whose car was their home and their driving career would not drink."
The uncle suddenly smiled and said:
"That's why we only drink frequently every winter."
He sighed and said:
"My grandfather's generation, because of the destruction of the old world, could not return to their hometown, and their mental state was not very good. Many times they had to rely on alcohol to numb themselves.
"It also caused quite a few accidents and lost some vehicles.
"When it came to our parents, there was the first team rule, a rule that everyone must tattoo on their bodies."
Having said that, he turned around and pulled up his clothes, exposing his back.
On the bronze-colored skin, two rows of large blue-black characters are very eye-catching:
"Drinking without driving, driving without drinking."