Let You Walk Around The World, Not Let You Catch People And Pluck Wool

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

There were snowflakes in the sky, Su Mo and Su Mo were almost buried by the snow.

When in the country.

As long as it is not for the northeast area, it is almost impossible to touch such a thick snow.

But it is different in the fighting nation.

In Dayedi, almost all the snow is this thick.

And it's getting thicker and thicker.

At first, they could still step on it, but gradually the two of them had to take out their engineering shovels and start digging.

Not to mention the extra effort.

"call……"

Su Mo gasped heavily, and simply leaned against the snow, motionless.

"Brother, huh... It's really fatal. I really can't dig it anymore. With this digging method, when will we get to the main road? We have to die of exhaustion here."

Fatty's face was flushed with cold, and he kept rubbing his hands beside him.

For this, though, only the two of them can be blamed.

I was delayed for a few more days in the village.

Otherwise, you won't be trapped here.

At least the other contestants who left early are not trapped in the field, but are walking along the main road in a detour.

"Where's the phone? Is it still charged? Take it out and let me look at the map."

Su Mo responded, took the fat man's cell phone, and looked down at the map.

Thanks to the strong mobile phones prepared by the program team for the photographers, otherwise, if there is no signal in this place, it will be really troublesome every day, and the ground will not respond.

"Walk in this direction for about 10 kilometers, and you will almost reach the road. Work harder, dig quickly, and try to get to the main road before dawn. Brother promises you, as long as you get to the main road, I must arrange it for you. !"

To give Fatty hope.

Su Mo did not hesitate to use his trump card.

"Eat, drink, and play through one train, arrange!"

"real?"

Fatty blinked, a little in disbelief.

Food and drink are okay, along the way, Su Mo really doesn't care much about food and drink.

However, having fun with this... Based on Fatty's understanding of Su Mo, it's impossible, right?

Besides, it was still in the live broadcast, and I only drove through it once in the whole process, so I didn't have much chance to experience it.

"Really, I lied to you as my son, as long as I can go out, I will arrange everything for you..."

Su Mo gritted his teeth and handed the shovel to the fat man.

"You dig first, I seem to have sprained my hand just now, I will rest..."

"Success, brother, I believe you!"

Fatty nodded heavily, with a shovel in each hand, and he dug fast.

According to Su Mo, in such a thick snow, the excavator is estimated to be at this speed.

It seems.

My own trump card is indeed very powerful.

after an hour.

"Brother, no, it's time to change it? Is your hand feeling better?"

"You dig for a while, my hand feels better, it seems that my leg cramped again just now..."

Two hours later.

"Brother, huh... your legs don't twitch? It's time for you to dig. I can't do it anymore. I'm almost good at digging. I really can't dig."

"I know how to study the map. Come on, I'll be there in a while. When I get to the city, I'll arrange two days for you. How about it...Really, my left leg stopped, and my right leg started..."

five hours later.

"Peng!"

Fatty dropped the two engineering shovels, turned his head and stared at Su Mo.

From the nostrils, Qi swords sprayed out continuously.

It looked a little scary.

He didn't speak, just stared at Su Mo.

"Uh...success, it's time for me to dig, you can take a break, no... look at you, isn't this to keep you warm? Isn't it cold now? People, you should exercise more, exercise enough , it’s really not cold anymore, when we get to the city…”

"Brother, stop digging, the horses are here, what are you going to dig? You are digging other people's roads!"

Fatty pushed away the snow in front of him angrily, and a straight road appeared in front of the two of them.

See this situation.

Su Mo scratched his head in embarrassment.

Holding a shovel, he jumped up to the main road with a brisk step.

The entire road was pitch black everywhere, and there was no one there.

"Come on, give me the shovel, I'll carry it on your back, you're tired too, walk slowly..."

Su Mo took over two engineering shovels from Fatty and carried them behind his back.

The two walked forward with difficulty along the main road.

This time, another three hours passed.

In the cold wind at five o'clock in the morning, even if two people are wrapped in coats, they can still feel the body temperature passing away.

It doesn't work at all.

It can be said that it is useless at all.

Walking on the main road now, Su Mo feels like he is running naked.

The cold hair froze.

"Brother, I can't do it anymore. Quickly look at my crotch. Is it frozen? Why is the horse riding so piercing? It hurts..."

Fatty bared his teeth and muttered.

I can't bear it first.

"Persevere, I see that there seems to be a house on the side of the road ahead, let's go over and have a look... borrow some hot water from others, if it doesn't work, you can pay for it!"

Su Mo spread his legs, walked forward with all his strength.

In a day, the temperature is estimated to be the lowest at this time.

I can't stand it.

Fatty imitated the example, turned his body sideways, also spread his legs, and walked in the crab step.

that's it.

One king's eight steps, one crab step.

After half an hour of hard work, I finally came to a house on the side of the road.

"Bang bang bang!"

He reached out and smashed the big iron door hard.

Su Mo raised his voice, looked at the factory-like room in front of him and shouted

"Is there anyone? My fellow... Is my fellow here? We are good people..."

"You open the door, we are lost!"

"Halou, you are deaf, you open the door... Hey... Fatty, hurry up, my hand is on the door... Ah!"

...

It was getting brighter.

A rather rough-looking native of Longguo came out of the house, breathing heavily.

"Why is it so cold this year? It's frozen in tatters..."

The rough and rough Longguo is named Xiaotie, and his son inherited his father's business. He originally lived a 996 life in China, until his father called and said that he had a relatively large property on the side of the fighting nation and needed him to take care of it. .

Upon hearing this.

That afternoon, Xiaotie was pressed in the toilet by the supervisor at the company, and he was beaten severely.

I don't even want more than 20 days' wages.

Under the adoring eyes of those girls in the company, Xiao Tie walked away boldly.

I didn't bring any luggage, so I bought a plane ticket overnight and came to the fighting nation.

Then.

Standing in front of this waste collection station with no village in front and no shops in the back, I was dumbfounded.

Why can it be described as not going to the village in front and not going to the shop in the back?

In Xiaotie's view, his father was supposed to have been kicked in the head by a donkey, otherwise, why would he invest in a scrap yard here.

There is no limit to the distance.

It takes at least ten hours to drive to the nearest small town.

There is not even a village around.

It's a wild land with no end in sight.

Just ask.

With such a place, who can come here to sell junk?

As a last resort, guarding a waste collection station, you can't starve to death, right?

Xiaotie has successfully transformed from a small white-collar worker in the country to a fighting nation who walks around the streets to collect junk.

"Hey, things are impermanent!"

sighed.

Xiao Tie wore thick gloves and opened the big iron door.

The moment it opens.

Looking at the people sticking to the doors on both sides, Xiao Tie was stunned for several seconds.

"What the hell?"

"What's the matter? Are there door gods riding on horses at the door of my house?"

"Hey, buddy, wake up, you two, practice your kung fu. It's early in the morning. One of you has a bastard step, and the other has a crab step. This is... a performance art? Do you want to kill yourself?"