Chapter 956: The Scene of the Car Accident

Xie Guangshen had already prepared for the worst, thinking about becoming a truck driver in the future, so he didn't want to talk about strikes and protests, and he usually drove out the car honestly, and didn't have much contact with young people like Lu Haorong, but Now Lao Li and Xiao Hou, who have the best relationship, want to participate, but out of human affection, it is difficult for him to stay out of it.

It was quiet for a while, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was as cold as the air at minus thirty degrees.

"Since no one has any objections, then at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, we will gather at the gate of the county government, drive a car, and bring our own food. If the county leaders don't give us an explanation, we will never finish the calculation. If you don't know the news, please inform each other." Lu Haorong waved his hand, left a vicious sentence, and left with his friends who had a good relationship with him.

Lu Haorong, who was the most able to explain things, left, and Xie Guangshen, Lao Li, and Xiao Hou also left. The rest of the people hesitated for a moment, but in the end, no one entered Jinhui Company to pay the fine, and drove away one after another.

After all, one thousand dollars has to be exchanged through hard work and sweat, but if possible, who is willing to pay the company? The outcome of the strike and protest is unknown, but no matter whether it succeeds or fails in the end, it can always give people some hope. Failure is not a terrible thing. If it succeeds, wouldn't it be equivalent to saving a thousand yuan?

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, after six o'clock in the morning, the sky gradually turned white.

Due to the heavy snowfall for a few days, and most of the sanitation workers were on vacation during the Chinese New Year, the snow on the other roads except the main street was not cleaned up. The thick snow left many ruts on the road, and people walked on it. They often slip and fall, and bicycles and motorcycles are even more dangerous.

Shen Dapeng, who has no social life and drinks too much, has a habit of getting up early and running. The temperature in the morning is extremely low. Even if he is wearing a thick down jacket, he will be chilled by the cold wind if he stays outside for a few minutes. Fortunately, running is a good aerobic exercise for the body. At the end of the three-kilometer exercise, Shen Dapeng not only did not freeze, but sweat beads on his forehead and back.

After the morning jog, Shen Dapeng bought pies, steamed stuffed buns, and tofu nao at the breakfast stall in the morning market, and walked home slowly with a half-break. When he passed the entrance of the alley, a motorcycle honked its horn and sped away not far away. come.

The owner of the motorcycle was wearing a helmet and a thick green military coat. The helmet covered his cheeks, and his expression could not be seen, but from the constantly shaking handlebars, it could be seen that the owner was about to lose control of the motorcycle.

The motorcycle was about to approach, Shen Dapeng and several people around Zhou dodged one after another, without any danger, the motorcycle passed by without hurting anyone, but Shen Dapeng stepped on a slippery rut, his feet slipped, and he staggered Sit down.

"Hey, how did you ride and almost hit someone."

"The road is slippery in winter,

Won't you drive slowly? "

The people who had just escaped pointed at the motorcycle owner's back and accused him, and some kind-hearted people helped Shen Dapeng up, "Young man, are you alright?"

"it's okay no problem."

Shen Dapeng cleaned the snow stains on his body, but found that his hands were greasy. He picked up the packed breakfast in his hand and saw that the plastic bag containing the tofu brain had been broken, and viscous liquid was flowing out from the hole the size of a fingernail.

"Is this man drinking alcohol? He drives so fast on snowy roads."

"boom!!"

While Shen Dapeng was thinking, he suddenly heard a dull crashing sound. Following the sound, he searched for the direction in which the motorcycle was leaving. He raised his eyes to look at the side road about 200 meters away, and gradually people stopped to watch.

Shen Dapeng took a closer look, it seemed that the motorcycle had collided with a rickshaw just now, "The motorcycle was driving so fast, there was really a car accident..."

"Oh my god, it seems that the collision was pretty hard. Is the red thing blood? It's too scary, too scary..."

In the snow and ice, the bright red blood was extremely dazzling. A woman suddenly covered her mouth and screamed in horror. She backed away in fright. She didn't even have the courage to watch the excitement.

"Isn't it?"

Shen Dapeng shook the bean curd brain that was about to be spilled helplessly, and then smiled at the woman running away in horror, thinking that it was just a motorcycle hitting a tricycle, no matter how hard it was, how could it hit, but when he saw a small puddle of blood in the white snow, Suddenly realizing that the situation was not good, he tossed his breakfast aside and strode towards the place where the collision occurred.

He is not a nosy person, old women get together to gossip about various families, he is not interested at all; unfamiliar people encounter difficulties, he will not take the initiative to intervene unless he is asked; but now it happened Car accidents, traffic accidents, if the situation is serious and even life-threatening, he will definitely not stand idly by in critical moments.

Shen Dapeng rushed to the scene of the car accident. The motorcycle was thrown seven or eight meters away on the slippery road, and the tricycle was thrown to the ground. A little boy in the car was carrying a schoolbag, like a primary school student, curled up in fright and dared not move move.

Everyone stood five or six meters away and watched. Only Shen Dapeng approached, and only saw at a close distance. The owner of the tricycle and the motorcycle were just lying on the ground and wailing in pain. The glaring blood in the white snow was not theirs. , but it came out of a plastic bag, which looked like pig blood.

"Huh! This is too scary."

Shen Dapeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and first helped the owner of the motorcycle who was closer to him. The owner of the motorcycle was in pretty good condition, but he was clutching his waist in pain, limping, probably sprained.

He carried the little boy out of the tricycle again. When Shen Dapeng helped straighten the tricycle, he suddenly saw the owner of the tricycle with his hands on the ground trying to get up with difficulty, "Uncle Su?"

"Doc? Shen... Dapeng!"

The owner of the tricycle is actually Su Su's father, Su Huaren.

"Uncle Su, are you okay?" Shen Dapeng hurriedly helped Su Huaren up.

"I'm fine, let's see if I hurt the child." The first thing Su Huaren thought of was not himself, but the little boy in his tricycle, who wanted to take care of him anxiously, but his left leg couldn't move With all his strength, he could only lean on the side of the car seat with one leg under the support of Shen Dapeng.

"Uncle Su, did you hurt your leg? Don't move, I'll go and have a look."

Shen Dapeng checked the little boy's condition. Fortunately, the tricycle was protected by a plastic shed. The little boy was simply frightened and did not suffer any injuries. His condition was better than that of the motorcycle owner.

"As long as the child is fine, as long as the child is fine."

Su Huaren kept nagging, this child is a student of the No. 2 Experimental Primary School in the county, and the parents paid Su Huaren to pick up and drop off the child to school every morning on a monthly basis, and gave him 100 yuan a month. The requirement was that the child arrive at school safely and on time. Send it home safely. If something happens to the child, he really can't explain it to the child's parents.