"It's OK, the toll is fifty." A bald man sitting at the entrance of the village said.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he was dumbfounded: "Does this still require tolls?"
The man came over, pointed at the village and said, "The roads in the village are built by the village. Why do we charge you a toll? Either pay or take a detour."
Fang Zheng said: "Amitabha, donor, this poor monk is a monk and has no money."
"Hey... You're a monk who doesn't blush when you lie, right? No money? No money, where did you get your car? No money, what do you use for gas? Alcohol?" The bald head smiled.
Fang Zheng took out an alcohol bottle and handed it over and said, "Really burning alcohol."
"No... you're fucking kidding me, aren't you? If you have money, give me money, if you don't have money, get out!" The bald head was very angry at Fang Zheng's move.
Fang Zheng felt helpless for a while, why no one believed him when he told the truth
At this moment, Fang Zheng saw a sign on the road, frowned and said, "Donor, this road was built by the state, right?"
"I said what is built in the village is what is built in the village. Are you a monk annoyed? Either give me money or get out. Do you understand?" the bald man said fiercely.
Fang Zheng said: "Okay, then I'll take a detour."
After saying that, Fang Zheng patted the steering wheel and said: "Reverse..."
Broken Che grunted and made no movement, as if he was asleep.
Fangzheng felt helpless for a while and continued to pat the steering wheel: "The car is broken, it's going in reverse!"
There was a purring sound coming from the broken car’s stereo…
Fang Zheng looked at the bald man in embarrassment, and the bald man looked at Fang Zheng with an expression that looked like an idiot, and said, "Are you an idiot, or do you think I'm an idiot? How can you control your damn car with your voice?"
Fang Zheng said: "I can't drive."
"You can't drive, how did you drive here? Did the salted fish behind you drive here?" The bald man felt like he was going crazy. What on earth did he encounter today
Fang Zheng looked at Xianyu behind him and said, "He may be more knowledgeable than the poor monk."
The bald man said: "Get out!"
Fangzheng was speechless for a while, it was almost impossible to communicate properly...
At this moment, a BMW drove over, and the bald man's eyes suddenly lit up. He pointed at Fang Zheng and said, "Be honest and don't look blindly!"
Fang Zheng didn't understand what it meant, so he saw another man walking over. The man had a short crew cut and was wearing loose clothes on a hot day. The two of them reached out to stop the car.
Fangzheng heard the bald man say to the driver: "There is a fee to enter the village, one hundred."
Fangzheng was speechless for a while, the price was even arbitrary.
"So expensive? Forget it, let's take a detour." The BMW driver obviously didn't want to pay the money and was about to reverse the car.
At this time, Fang Zheng saw the crew-cut man go around to the back of the car, take out a chicken from his loose clothes and throw it into the back of the other man's car.
Baldhead signals the other person to reverse the car...
As soon as the BMW driver reversed the car, the crew-cut man shouted: "Stop! You've crushed my chicken!"
Fang Zheng couldn't see the position of the chicken from this angle, but Fang Zheng knew that chickens react very quickly. If it were a normal chicken, if it was thrown from the flat head, the chicken would be able to jump to the flat head in the time it took the car to reverse. Build a nest on it.
But the chicken doesn't seem to run away, and that's a problem.
"Master, it seems that I met a bastard." Xianyu got up and looked behind him.
Fang Zheng said: "Okay, bastard, I'll go down and have a look as a teacher."
After saying that, Fang Zheng got out of the car.
The bald head also saw Fang Zheng get out of the car, but the bald head obviously had no time to talk to Fang Zheng. He just gave him a "don't mind his own business" look and said to the BMW driver: "Brother, you are crushing my brother's chicken."
"How is that possible?" the BMW driver asked.
"Go and see for yourself, your legs are broken." Baldhead said.
The BMW got out of the car and took a look. Sure enough, there was a chicken lying on the rear wheel of the car with a broken leg...
"No way, if I pushed it, the chicken should be in front of the wheel, and you are still behind it." The BMW driver said.
"What do you mean? Are you saying that we defrauded you of money?" The flat-headed man was not happy. He raised his head and leaned forward, with a fierce look on his face, as if he was about to hit someone at the next moment.
The BMW driver said: "I don't mean anything else, I mean... I didn't press this chicken."
"Who did it if you didn't press it? I saw clearly just now that it was you who pressed it." The crew-cut man said fiercely.
The bald man took out a cigarette and lit it, and while smoking, he said: "Brother, if you press it, press it. Don't deny it, my brother has a bad temper. But having said that, I don't see whether you press it or not, but Well, this chicken is really lame... Let me tell you, why don't you buy the chicken back? It's an authentic rural chicken, and you won't lose."
The BMW man looked at the bald man and then at the crew-cut man. Obviously he didn't want to cause trouble, so he asked, "How much?"
"Five hundred!" said the flat-headed man.
"What? Five hundred? Are you so rich?" The BMW man was anxious.
"One thousand!" The crew-cut man immediately doubled the price.
"No... you don't care about your brother?" the BMW man said.
"One thousand and five!" The flat-headed man continued to increase the price. At the same time, he took out a loudspeaker from his arms and shouted in the direction of the village: "Come out and take a look! Outsiders have entered the village and are tyrannical! They have suppressed us. He still wants to pay for his chicken! Can you let him go for this matter?"
As soon as this voice shouted, a group of people suddenly ran out of the village, some with pickaxes, some with sickles, all of them tall and thick, and surrounded the BMW with a roar.
One by one they shouted: "Pingyuan, what's going on?"
"Oh, isn't this your chicken? Isn't it already like this?"
"How can you drive a car? Believe it or not, I'm going to knock you!"
"Stop saying anything and smash his car!"
"Yes! Smash it!"
A group of people shouted that they were going to smash the car.
When the BMW driver heard this, he quickly shouted: "No, no, no, no... I really don't have any pressure."
"You didn't press it, did we press it?" the man holding the pickaxe shouted.
"That's right, if you don't give me an explanation today, neither you nor the car will be able to leave!"
"right!"
A group of people shouted, and at the same time they kept getting closer, and the weapons in their hands were raised. The pressure was getting bigger and bigger...
The BMW driver was so scared that he was sweating...
The bald man threw away the smoke in his hand and said, "Brother, pay as much as you should. If it's less, you won't be able to get out."
After saying that, the bald head said to Pingyuan: "Brother, I didn't mean it. You raised it to two thousand at once, which is too much. Just order less... ah?"
Pingyuan said with a nonchalant expression: "One thousand! Not even one cent less!"
The bald man said to the driver: "I've tried my best, it's up to you."
The BMW driver said: "This is too much...it's just one chicken."
The bald man nodded, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and took two steps back: "This is not a chicken problem... I will call an ambulance for you later."
While talking, others had already gathered around...
Seeing this, the BMW driver quickly shouted: "I'll give it! Can't you just give me the money?"
People stopped, and Pingyuan didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand, meaning to give money.
The BMW driver almost cried, but what could he do if he was under the roof? I had to take out my wallet...
At this moment, a voice suddenly rang: "It seems you made the chicken lame yourself, right?"
(End of chapter)