How many wives? Born in an underground building, it is difficult for Long Yuehong to imagine such a thing when she grows up in an underground building.
Shang Jianyao discussed it seriously:
"I'm definitely too busy."
"In some places, there is this custom, and in some places, a woman can marry several husbands." Jiang Baimian recalled what he had seen and heard.
Shang Jianyao was suddenly a little curious:
"If you put people from these two places together and mix the two customs, what will it look like?"
Jiang Baimian thought for a while:
"Probably, the fourth husband of my second wife's eldest husband and the third wife is actually my son?"
Long Yuehong felt dizzy when she heard this, and couldn't figure out what the relationship was for a while.
His eyes swept away, and suddenly he saw a few meters away, in front of an RV, several people wearing padded jackets and old down jackets standing there, bowing down to two red candles.
The two candles flickered with firelight, and in front of them were a piece of air-dried meat, a clean-shaven chicken, steamed buns, nest heads and other food.
"What are they doing?" Long Yuehong tiptoed slightly, trying to see more clearly.
Bai Chen glanced in that direction:
"They are worshiping the god of the car."
"The head of the car?" Jiang Baimian asked with great interest.
Bai Chen organized the following language and said:
"For the 'rootless' group, vehicles are the most valuable possession and an important part of the family, and many of their customs and habits come from this.
"They are always worried about where the vehicle will hit it, where it will hit, or fall into a swamp, or overturn due to certain obstacles, so they have created a car god to worship and pray for a safe journey, smooth sailing, and no breakdowns."
Shang Jianyao "tsk":
"Not under the jurisdiction of which year?"
"Yes, what they worship is not a certain deacon." Long Yuehong echoed.
Bai Chen's smile flashed:
"The elders are not so broad, and in many places, many people have only heard of this term.
"Hmm...... Many denominations that believe in the Elder have tried to incorporate the head god into their own religion, so as to develop the "rootless" group into their own believers. The best thing to do now is the "Crystal Consciousness Sect", which is also a sect that worships the Buddha Bodhi in January.
"In some other 'rootless' groups, the car head god has changed his name to the car head bodhisattva."
"The competition between the gods is fierce." Shang Jianyao commented seriously.
Long Yuehong looked at the place where the car head god was worshipped again, looked at the air-dried meat, boiled chicken and steamed buns, and wowotou and said:
"Isn't this too wasteful?"
Even for the employees of "Pangu Biotech", this is a meal-level food, not during the New Year's holidays, and it is rarely eaten like this.
"I won't throw it away." Bai Chen explained, "After the sacrifice, the food will be brought back and shared with the whole family. On the gray soil, except for a few places, there is no food waste at all."
Speaking of this, her expression softened a little, and the corners of her mouth were vaguely raised:
"In many wilderness wanderer settlements, what children are most looking forward to is sacrificing to the gods, which means that the meal will be very rich in the future, and there will only be one or two abundance a year."
"That's right......" Long Yuehong equated this with the New Year of "Pangu Creatures", and immediately felt the same way.
While talking, a group of four people came to the most lively place in the camp, but it was also far away from the tanker.
It's relatively empty, with only three longer and larger RVs parked.
They are loosely enclosed in an open "mouth" shape, and the side doors are all open, revealing tables, chairs, kitchen counters, cabinets, etc. inside.
In the outermost circle where they are enclosed, there are various tables, chairs and benches, and the middle part is completely empty.
At this time, on the top of the RV facing the gap, several round balls were constantly flashing green, red, or purple, enveloping the entire area in a psychedelic light.
On top of the other two RVs, there is a speaker on each side, which plays very rhythmic music, which makes people gathered in the empty space can't help but twist around.
Jiang Baimian stared for a while, and grabbed Shang Jianyao, who was eager to try:
"Don't mix.
"Go in first."
Shang Jianyao reluctantly withdrew his gaze, got the tactical backpack that was about to be put down, and followed Jiang Baimian to the innermost RV.
On the way, they meet a young man who has shaved all sides of his hair.
Jiang Baimian stopped him and asked with a smile:
"Where is your leader?"
As she spoke, she smelled a more obvious smell of gasoline coming 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 pants with wide hems.
His forehead was faintly sweaty, as if he had just experienced a strenuous exercise.
"Call the head of the group." The young man emphasized.
"Yes, regiment leader." Shang Jianyao has always been good like a stream.
The young man was choked all of a sudden:
"I mean, our leader is called the head of the group, no, he is not surnamed Tuan, he is the head of our business group."
"Where is your regiment leader?" Jiang Baimian asked before Shang Jianyao spoke.
The young man pointed to the RV in the deepest part:
"The one who sells things is."
After answering, he looked Jiang Baimian up and down, smiled and said:
"Would you like to dance together?"
"No." Jiang Baimian refused without hesitation at all.
When they were talking, the music was so powerful and powerful that they let go of their throats as if they were shouting.
For Jiang Baimian, this is like a fish in water.
The rejected young man didn't get entangled either, and his body swayed up and down to the rhythm, getting out of the way.
Looking at Jiang Baimian's back, he raised his right hand, sniffed the smell on his forearm, and said to himself suspiciously:
"She doesn't like the smell of gasoline on this model?"
When the "old tune team" was about to arrive at the target RV, an old lady suddenly jumped out of the surrounding shadows.
She was holding a brown dustpan with many bottles and cans 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 the others were a little dazed, Shang Jianyao asked very adaptively:
"Is it delicious?"
"......" The old lady was speechless for a moment, "This can't be eaten."
She immediately said loudly:
"Sprinkle a little on your body and you will become the most popular person in the camp!"
She freed up a hand, pointed to a vial and said:
"This is the 15th type of gasoline from the 'Tachibana Company', the purest type, and the smell is just right.
"You just need to sprinkle a little, 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 floral scent is far less attractive than the smell of gasoline or diesel."
"Ah, what did you say?" The old lady's hearing was a little bad, and the environment here was very noisy.
Jiang Baimian laughed dumbly and said loudly:
"We don't need it!"
Seeing the old lady return to the shadows with a slight disappointment, the four members of the "Old Tune Team" boarded the RV in the deepest part.
The space inside is quite spacious, with multiple tables and chairs placed, and directly opposite the 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 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 like he was in his forties or fifties, with short hair, a large circle of gray beard on his mouth, and a black leather coat with a slight shine.
"Do you want to drink some wine?" The uncle asked with a smile.
"Do you have wine?" Jiang Baimian pulled the high stool and sat down, asking rhetorically.
Long Yuehong was also surprised:
"Pangu Biology" is a place where food is quite sufficient, alcohol and beverages are tube products, the annual output is very small, each person only has a very small quota, and on the gray soil of famine everywhere, you can actually meet a wine seller casually!
The uncle suspected of being the leader 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, it is sour and astringent, no one will eat it, and it cannot be stored until winter, but it is made into wine, and the flavor is surprisingly good."
When everyone else in the "old tune team" sat down, Jiang Baimian joked:
"I thought people who call cars their home and drive their lifelong career won't drink."
The uncle immediately 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, and many times they could only rely on alcohol to numb themselves.
"This also caused a lot of accidents and lost some vehicles.
"When we came to our parents, there was the first team rule, a rule that everyone had to tattoo on their body."
At this point, he turned around and pulled up his clothes to reveal his back.
On the bronzed skin, two rows of blue-black characters were extremely eye-catching:
"Don't drink and drive, don't drink while driving."
(End of this chapter)