"A-sneeze! A-sneeze! A--sneeze!"

After returning to the roadside, before Wei Ran could open the car door, he sneezed three loudly in succession.

"Who's talking about me?"

Wei Ran murmured as he opened the car door and got in. He took out a tissue and blew his nose vigorously. Then he began to think about whether he should stop by the address provided in the metal book.

That address is really convenient. It happens to be on the only way to get here from Songpan, and it's only about half an hour's drive from here.

The difference between going here and not going there is actually just whether or not you should step on the brakes when you pass by there.

Just find a place to have a meal...

Wei Ran found a good enough reason for himself, and ignored the off-road vehicle that was still here. He turned the direction of the domestic pickup truck and drove back.

However, he had only turned it on for more than 20 minutes, but he keenly noticed that even though he had adjusted the temperature of the heating to high enough, his body still did not feel warm, and instead felt slightly cold.

You won't catch a cold...

Wei Ran muttered secretly, and increased the speed again amidst sneezes one after another.

He drove like this for half an hour, and when he saw that he would reach the town where the address provided by the metal book was in ten minutes, he noticed that there was a man wearing a robe on the roadside in the distance.

Waved at him.

Subconsciously he glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that there was no other car behind him. Wei Ran gently stepped on the brakes and stopped next to the two waving people on the roadside.

It was only then that he noticed that this was a woman who looked to be in her fifties. She was wearing a warm-looking Zang robe, with a yellow urea woven bag and a pickaxe at her feet.

Behind her, in the grassy swamp on the roadside, there was a Delica van with a Mainland license plate poking around. The body of this old car, which was probably older than Weiran, also had a particularly arrogant slogan, "Youth is not for sale."

For the price, travel around China in five years!”

Next to the van, there was a man also wearing a robe. He was driving a half-sized yak calf, trying to pull the van out.

Even though he thought he had good driving skills, Wei Ran could not imagine how skilled the owner of that van was in being able to drive the van upside down in the mud with the front wheels almost hanging in the air.

.

He even thought seriously for a moment before opening the car door. If it were him, would he have recreated the scene of the accident?

"Even if that scumbag Jima came over, he wouldn't be able to achieve such an achievement." Wei Ran made a firm judgment in his heart while pushing the car door open.

"Comrade, can you help me? Can you use your car to pull their car out?"

Before Wei Ran could get out of the car, the woman in her fifties asked hurriedly using the Chinese word for "comrade" followed by a long paragraph of Zang language.

"Let me help you!"

Wei Ran didn't try to respond in Zang language. While speaking in Chinese, he ran to the front of the car, pulled out the hook of the winch, ran down the roadbed, and handed it to the uncle in Zang robe who looked to be in his fifties.

"Little comrade, thank you for your willingness to help!"

The old man in Tibetan robes, whose hands were covered in mud, took the trailer hook and said enthusiastically in Chinese with a strong accent.

"No... Ah Zhi! Ah Zhi!"

Wei Ran finished sneezing and waved his hand, "Nothing, you're welcome! Once you hang it up, I'll start pulling!"

"good!"

After the uncle in Zangpao finished speaking, he stepped on the mud that almost covered half of his calf and hung the tow hook on the front tow hook of the van.

"Dude! Thank you!"

In the van, a young man who looked younger than Wei Ran said loudly and gratefully.

"You are welcome!"

Wei Ran waved in response, and then he saw the uncle took off his robe and put it on the trailer cable.

"Put it on quickly, you'll catch a cold!"

Wei Ran greeted loudly, but the uncle waved his hand indifferently, and after leading the calf away, he waved his hand to signal Wei Ran to start pulling it back.

Not daring to waste time, Wei Ran took out the remote control of the winch, hid beside it and pressed the switch.

As the winch increased power, the wire rope gradually tightened. The young driver in the van also stepped on the accelerator and started to control the car to exert force. However, the uncle and the aunt in Tibetan robes had already gone around to the rear of the car and were standing there.

I started to help push the cart in the cold mud.

With the cooperation of the three parties, the van was finally pulled out of the mud. It was only then that Weiran noticed that only a hub was left on the left rear tire of the vehicle.

This driving skill is really good...

Wei Ran smacked his lips and continued to operate the winch, pulling the car back onto the road with some difficulty.

Before the two cars stalled, the uncle who had been dumped and covered in mud also picked up the robe on the wire rope and put it on, while the aunt took the half-grown calf to the roadside and was busy

Put the two yellow urea woven bags on the back of the cow.

"Thank you! Thank you very much!"

The young driver who got out of the van said gratefully, holding two cans of Red Bull and a stack of red tickets as a thank you gift.

As for his face...

Wei Ran couldn't help but want to laugh. This guy definitely had a bruise at this time. There was even a curved steering wheel mark on his forehead, dried blood on his nostrils, and even a cut on his lip.

A bite the size of a grain.

The old man in Zangpao waved his hand and rejected such a gift without thinking. Instead, he took the initiative to shake Wei Ran's hand and said, "Little comrade, thank you for stopping to help."

"Don't you know each other?"

Wei Ran asked while shaking hands with the uncle. In the end, he couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hand and sneeze again. He was now extremely convinced that he did have a cold.

"My car skidded and had a flat tire."

The young driver with a bruised nose and face explained while forcing the thank-you gift in his hand to Wei Ran, "At that time, he ran directly off the road and almost hit this uncle's yak."

"You...ahshee!"

Wei Ran sneezed again, pinched his nose and asked, "Are you okay? Let me see... ah-sneeze!"

"I'm fine"

The young driver said with a silly smile, "By the way, my name is Zhang Yang, and I am traveling around China by car."

Wei Ran twitched the corner of his mouth. Before Wei Ran could introduce him, Zhang Yang put his hands together and said, "Brother, I want to send the Buddha to the west. Can you help me?"

It's still snowing, can you please help carry this uncle, this aunt and their cows to the town ahead?"

Before Wei Ran could agree or refuse, classmate Zhang Yang added, "Take the money and keep it for washing the car and refueling. If it's not enough..."

"Need not"

Still before Wei Ran could speak, the uncle quickly said in accented Chinese, "This is not far from the town, we can just walk back by ourselves."

"what would you do?"

Wei Ran said, but he had already put the stack of red tickets in his hand back into the other person's hand. He walked around to the back of the car and opened the tailgate of the cargo compartment and asked. Although there were a lot of things in the cargo compartment,

But there is still no problem in putting down the yak calf.

"There are two spare tires on the roof of my car."

Zhang Yang pointed to the van behind him, "I'll just stop here to rest today. I'll wait until I put on the spare tire and then..."

Before he could finish his words, the uncle who had put on his robe again had already stepped on the bumper and took off the spare tire on the roof of the car. From the looks of it, he was obviously preparing to 'send the Buddha to the West'.

"Let's put on the spare tire together. There's no telling when the snow will fall here. It's too dangerous to camp here."

Wei Ran said as he walked to the side of the uncle, "What do you call me, uncle?"

"My surname is Jiang"

While the uncle was busy, he gave an answer that Wei Ran never expected, "That's my wife Yang Jin. She doesn't know a few words of Chinese."

"Last name is Jiang?"

Wei Ran came to his senses and immediately said, "Uncle Jiang, take Aunt Yang Jin to my car to warm up. You are all wet. I will help you change the spare tire."

"No, we're fine."

Uncle Jiang said with a bright smile that Wei Ran felt more and more familiar with, "Don't make your car dirty."

"Why don't you go and warm yourself in my car?" Zhang Yang said quickly, and opened the door of the van.

"Clang!"

As the car door opened, a mat and a long pillow with the 2D wife printed on it also fell out of the car.

It was only then that Wei Ran noticed that the van with the curtains drawn inside was completely a bed truck.

Grinning awkwardly, Zhang Yang quickly said, "Actually, there's a place to sit inside. It's really...there's really a place to sit."

"You might as well find them two clean towels."

As Wei Ran said that, he had already helped Uncle Jiang, who he met by chance, to take off the spare tire from the roof of the car. As for whether the other person was the "Jiang Xiangyang" he was looking for. He believed that even if not, they must know each other.

"Oh, yes, yes!" Zhang Yang reacted immediately, leaned his upper body into the car and began to rummage through the boxes.

"At least let Aunt Yang Jin go to my car to keep warm."
To be continued...