When the car had gone more than ten kilometers, snowflakes suddenly started to fall from the sky. Snowing in winter is normal, but for us it was particularly cruel. You must know that this is a mountain road. If the mountain is blocked by heavy snow, the car will be useless and we can only walk. Lu Fei gritted his teeth and sped forward, taking advantage of the fact that it was still raining lightly and the snowflakes were melted by the tires as soon as they touched the ground. If it gets dark and the temperature drops, the highway will definitely turn into a world of glass.
But I still didn’t expect that there was a traffic jam ahead!
This kind of traffic jam is different from the traffic jam in the city. Lu Fei told us that the jam often lasts for two or three days. There are ravines on both sides of the road and there are not even a small restaurant. If it doesn’t snow, there are villagers nearby who will make money from "traffic jam" . They will bring bread and ham instant noodles to sell, and a piece of ham sausage will sell for ten yuan. You can eat it as much as you like. If it snows heavily, you won't even be able to buy a ten-dollar ham sausage.
Although we have plenty of food with us, if we are stuck here for two or three days, we can just wait for the little drought demon to come to us.
After all, Lu Fei had more experience and squeezed the car out of the queue-like convoy and went down a small dirt road. There is a village not far ahead, so there must be a small mountain road leading to the neighboring village, and we can bypass this traffic jam.
However, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and there were no cars passing by on the hilly road. A thin layer of snow soon accumulated, and the dirt road was bumpy, making it impossible for Lu Fei's Bora to drive. After finally reaching the village, it was getting dark, and the snow on the road became thicker. If you try harder, don't slip into the ravine, it's all bottomless!
The small mountain village is located alone on the hillside, with about forty households. Fortunately, it is quite close to Taiyuan, with power lines connected and lights on in the village.
But there is only such a small mountain village in the vast white mountains and fields, and the village looks particularly desolate.
We parked the car under a large locust tree at the east end of the village. There is only one path in the village, which is less than three feet wide and is cut out on the slope. The car cannot enter. We took water and food and prepared to find a family to stay at. The small mountain villages here are relatively poor, and the water resources are also very poor, just like Huaiyang Village, so you must bring your own water and food.
But when I got off the car, I saw a disheveled and half-dressed woman lying in the snow under the big locust tree. When the flashlight shined through, a strange gaze stared at us from between her messy hair. She was wearing very thin clothes in the ice and snow, and she looked like a silly woman. Shen Bing and Qu Mo felt sorry for her and wanted to help her up and take her home.
Before the two of them got close to the woman, she suddenly shrank back in fright. She moved very quickly and climbed behind the big tree. Only her head stuck out and was still staring at us. At this time, her eyes were full of fear. .
Lu Fei told us that there are many such half-stupid crazy women in the village here, because farming here is all about looking at the sky for harvest, and life is very poor. She has something to wear, which is already very good. We don't have to worry about her anymore. We can take care of this kind of thing if we want, right
Shen Bing and Qu Mo left a few pieces of ham and bread with the woman before following us towards the village. We had just taken two steps when we heard the woman make a strange cry of "ho ho" from behind. We turned around and saw her crawling out from behind the tree, picking up a piece of bread with one hand and stuffing it into her mouth, and rushing with the other hand. We waved with frightened expressions on our faces, as if we were not allowed to enter the village.