diymy 0004事故
0004事故
"Grandpa the Immortal has gone back to heaven!"
"Come over and join us in the prayer!"
"Thank you, God, for the food!"
A group of mountain people knelt down on the ground again.
As soon as Sun Lu saw the silver metal vehicle and the short-haired immortal in blue disappear, she touched the missing jade hairpin in her hair, stared at the empty, overgrown field, and was momentarily lost in thought.
A moment later, the group of mountain people began to gather the rice sacks, and several of the younger ones helped by carrying them on their shoulders and backs as they climbed up the mountain path.
The old man, Sun, who was the first to spot Zhu Shiting, glanced at the brightly colored rice sacks swaying on his companion's back and exclaimed, "Young lady, look, aren't there celestial characters written on these sacks?"
Upon hearing this, Sun Lu, who was lagging behind in the group, immediately went over to take a look out of curiosity.
The open rice bag was printed with modern simplified Chinese characters for "Country of Origin," "Production Date," "Telephone Number," and "Address."
Although it differs somewhat from the traditional characters used in the Ming Dynasty, Sun Lu felt that she could still recognize most of them after careful examination.
"These are the original characters, and this is the place of origin: Wuchang City, Harbin, Heilongjiang Province?"
"What is a telephone?"
"There are also these other characters and symbols below the vertical bars, which look somewhat like Arabic script and Western script."
Sun Lu came from a family with a long history of learning. In his childhood, he entered a private school with other children from his clan to learn literature and considered himself well-versed in poetry and books.
But the neat handwriting and printed patterns on the rice bag made her feel as if she were seeing a book written in heaven.
Reaching out to touch the semi-transparent, somewhat resilient bag, Sun Lu, snapping out of her daze, showed a thoughtful expression on her face.
"It's neither woven fabric nor cloth, nor is it oiled paper."
"These words weren't written with ink; they're truly a treasure only immortals could possess!"
Sun Lu sighed deeply and instructed the clansmen to be careful when carrying the bags, and not to tear the openings in the bags too much.
After the group of dozens of people had climbed up for a while, a slightly flatter area in the heart of the mountain valley came into view.
Scattered throughout the mountain valley are thatched huts built of adobe and bluestone, one on the east and one on the west. Around them, one can also see some artificially cultivated fields and fences.
Upon seeing everyone return, all the women, children, and the elderly who remained in Jiyun Village rushed to the village gate, looking around anxiously, fearing that their able-bodied members who had gone out had not returned with the team.
"It's rice!"
"The young lady got the rice!"
"There's food at home!"
A few mischievous children recognized what the adults were carrying on their backs, and the whole village cheered.
"Xiao Bao, don't talk nonsense! There are gods watching over you."
"This wasn't stolen from the mountain; it was divine rice bestowed upon us by a passing deity."
Sun Lu chased after several skinny, monkey-like children, joking and cursing them a few times, a rare smile appearing on her face.
The woman then directed everyone to carefully pour the 12 bags of rice into the wooden rice bucket in the village.
Winter has just passed, and spring plowing is just around the corner. The food supplies stored in the bucket are almost empty.
Looking back at her tribesmen who were starving and whose eyes were bloodshot as they stared at the large white rice, Sun Lu hesitated for a moment before taking a bamboo rice scoop and scooping a few spoonfuls into the bucket.
"Brother Da Niu, Uncle Lao Si, hurry up and get the big pot to start a fire. Today, let's celebrate as a festival in our village and cook a pot of rice porridge to share."
"This rice is a gift from the gods; everyone should try some!"
Sun Luchong's people managed a rare smile, and the village erupted in cheers.
A chorus of swallowing sounds could be heard around her.
Rice porridge!
It's been so many years since I've had this?
Moreover, the rice was a gift from the immortals, each grain plump and white like a pearl.
What would rice porridge made from this kind of rice taste like?
Even if you can't eat the rice grains at the bottom, being lucky enough to scoop up a mouthful of clear rice soup is probably better than the taste of heaven.
Of course, Sun Lu didn't dare to scoop too much rice into the bucket. She didn't know if that celestial being who fell from the sky would be kind enough to pass by the mountain again in the future.
If you eat to your heart's content, this hundred-odd kilograms of immortal rice won't last long. You can only endure the hunger and cravings and try to hold on. Every day you can hold on is a chance for more hope.
"We humbly beseech the gods to bless our village, young and old, and ensure our safety throughout this year!"
Sun Lu looked at the black iron pot set up in the village, put her hands together and bowed to the sky, silently praying in her heart.
……
Meanwhile, in modern times.
Zhu Shiting, who had returned with a truckload of packaged Wuchang rice, had already climbed onto the mountain road and dialed the police for help.
After receiving the report, the police center is dispatching the nearest traffic police officer to the mountain to check the situation.
Zhu Shiting found a roadside rock to sit down, first taking photos of himself, then filming a video of the truck below the slope, and then selecting a few pitiful photos and videos, editing a voice message on WeChat, and sending it to the cargo owner of this order.
Same-city deliveryman Xiao Zhu (phone number 1358758...): "Boss, I'm so sorry! I accidentally overturned halfway through the drive, but I'm incredibly lucky to have survived. Could you please add a driver accident report on the platform? The insurance company will reimburse you based on the value of the goods, and I'll cover any shortfall."
Lalamove generally does not provide cargo insurance by default for short-haul shipments, but the shipper who placed the order thoughtfully opted in the "Cargo Protection" option and spent a little extra money. In addition, Zhu Shiting also renewed his Lalamove insurance every month.
If both sides are involved in an accident, most of the losses can be recovered; the remaining amount needs to be negotiated between the driver and the cargo owner.
As for the Wuchang rice in this truck, it's worth about ten thousand yuan in total, a loss that Zhu Shiting can afford.
A few minutes later, the shipper replied via WeChat.
Eighteen stores of Awang Grain, Oil, Rice, Noodles and Grocery Stores: "(Eyes wide) (Facepalm)"
Then a video call popped up, and Zhu Shiting answered it without thinking much.
On the other end of the video was a round-faced, bald, chubby man, around forty years old, wearing a thick, extremely conspicuous gold necklace. He said in a deep voice, "Brother! Are you alright? Did you call the police?"
Zhu Shiting held up his phone and took pictures of himself and the truck below the slope: "It's okay, I've already called the police! It's just a minor scrape, sorry for interrupting your business."
Seeing that the driver was still standing, Awang rubbed his shiny bald head and said nonchalantly, "It's good that he's alright! It's only 7 o'clock, I can call another car later and it'll get you there."
"Brother, you need to get to the hospital right away! The car can be towed by insurance, but your life is worth more than money!"
Seeing the stark contrast between the other party's reassuring tone and his fierce, gangster-like image, Zhu Shiting suddenly found it somewhat amusing.
They say that true righteousness often comes from humble backgrounds, and today I've witnessed it firsthand.
I chatted with the cargo owner on WeChat for a few minutes and then ended the video call.
Zhu Shiting opened his phone's contact list again, wondering whether he should call home to let his family know he was safe, but he hesitated for more than ten minutes without sending a message to his parents.
Most young people are like him; they only report good news and not bad news when they are struggling outside, not wanting their parents to worry about them.
To put it bluntly, it's just that little bit of pride in my heart that's causing the problem; I want to show off and save face in front of my family.
Just as I was hesitating, two patrol motorcycles with flashing police lights turned up the mountain road one after the other.
When the two traffic police officers arrived at the scene, they saw that the young driver was covered in dried blood and immediately went up to him and asked, "Young man, what happened to you? Did you call your insurance company or an ambulance?"
"I got reimbursed by insurance, so I didn't call an ambulance. I wasn't seriously injured; I climbed up myself from the bottom," Zhu Shiting forced an awkward smile at the two traffic police officers.
"Look at your face, it's covered in blood, and you still say you're fine? I'll take you to the hospital."
"Did you bring all your valuables with you?"
"Xiao Wu, you stay here and clean up the scene!"
The older traffic policeman criticized Zhu Shiting a few times.
Veteran traffic police officers like them, who have served for many years, are used to seeing truck drivers who value money over life and are extremely stingy in trying to save a few hundred yuan on ambulance fees.
Without allowing Zhu Shiting to object, they made him carry the bag and walk around twice. Seeing that he was still able to move normally, they helped the young man up and onto the back of the patrol motorcycle.
As for the other, younger police officer Xiao Wu, he took Zhu Shiting's driver's license, called for backup, and stayed at the scene to take various photos.
The rollover accident that occurred early this morning on Jiyun Mountain seems destined to make headlines in Ruixian County, a small county with a population of one million.