How many wives are they? Long Yuehong, who was born in the underground building, is hard to imagine such a thing.

Shang Jianyao discussed it seriously:

"It must be too busy."

"There is this custom in some places, and there are still many husbands that a woman can marry in some places." Jiang Baimian recalled what he saw and heard.

Shang Jianyao was immediately curious:

"What would it be like if people from these two places were put together and the two customs were mixed?"

Jiang Baimian thought about it:

"Probably, my second wife's eldest wife's third wife's fourth husband turned out to be my son?"

Long Yuehong felt dizzy when she heard this, and she couldn't figure out what the relationship was.

He glanced at the room and suddenly saw a few meters away in front of a RV, several people wearing cotton jackets and old down jackets standing there, bowing to two red candles frequently.

The two candles were shaking with the fire, and there was a piece of air-dried meat, a clean-shaved chicken, steamed buns, steamed buns and other foods in front of them.

"What are they doing?" Long Yuehong tiptoed slightly, trying to see more clearly.

Bai Chen glanced at that direction:

"They are worshiping the gods at the front of the car."

"The God of the Chest?" Jiang Baimian asked excitedly.

Bai Chen organized the following language:

"For the 'rootless' group, vehicles are the most precious property and an important member of the family, and many of their customs and habits come from it.

"They always worry about where the vehicle runs, where it hits, or falls into a swamp, or falls over due to certain obstacles, so they create a car front god to worship and pray for peace, smooth sailing and no malfunction."

Shang Jianyao said "tsk":

"Not the jurisdiction of any senior executive?"

"Yes, what they worship is not someone," Long Yuehong echoed.

Bai Chen's smile flashed:

"The people who are in charge of this year are not that wide. In many places, many people have just heard of this term.

"Well... many sects that believe in the year-old have tried to incorporate the chetto god into their religion, so as to develop the "rootless" group into their own believers. The best thing now is the "Crystal Consciousness Church", which is also a sect that worships the Bodhi of the year-old Buddha.

"In other groups of 'rootless', the God of Chetou has been renamed Chetou Bodhisattva."

"The competition among gods is so fierce." Shang Jianyao commented seriously.

Long Yuehong looked at the place where the sacrificial gods were worshipped by the chetou gods again, looked at the dried meat, the cooked chicken and steamed buns, and said:

“Will this be too wasteful?”

Even for employees of "Pangu Biology", this is a meal-level food. It is not eaten during festivals and rarely eat it like this.

"It won't be thrown away." Bai Chen explained, "After the sacrifice, these foods will be taken back and shared by the whole family. On the dust, except for a few places, there will be 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 settlements, what children expect most is to worship the gods, which means that the meal will be very rich afterwards, and there will be a sumptuous one or two more a year."

"That's it..." Long Yuehong equated this with the New Year Festival of "Pangu Biology" and immediately felt it.

While talking, a group of four people came to the most lively but also far from the tanker trucks in the camp.

It is relatively empty, with only three longer and larger RVs parked.

They loosely form an open "mouth" shape, with all the side doors opening, revealing the tables, chairs, kitchen counters, cabinets and other things inside.

Where they surrounded them, there were various tables, chairs and benches placed in the outer circle, and the middle part was completely empty.

At this time, on the top of the RV that was facing the notch, there were several balls constantly flashing with green, red or purple colors, covering the entire area in a psychedelic light.

There is a speaker on the top of the other two RVs, which play with music with a very strong sense of rhythm, making people gathered in the blank area twist and twist.

Jiang Baimian stared for a while, reached out and grabbed Shang Jianyao who was eager to try:

“Don’t get involved.

"Get in first."

Shang Jianyao reluctantly withdrew his gaze, prepared a tactical backpack that he was about to put down, and followed Jiang Baimian to the innermost RV.

On the way, they met a young man who shaved all the sides of his hair.

Jiang Baimian stopped him and asked with a smile:

"Where are your leader?"

While speaking, she smelled the more obvious smell of gasoline coming from the other party.

Under the cold wind on the winter night, the young man didn't wear much, just a long-sleeved red cotton T-shirt and a pair of trousers with very wide legs.

His forehead felt a little sweaty, as if he had just experienced a violent exercise.

"Call the leader." The young man emphasized.

"Yes, the leader." Shang Jianyao has always been good at doing good.

The young man was instantly resuscited:

"I mean, our leader is called the leader, no, he does not have a surname, he is the leader of our business group."

"Where is your leader?" Jiang Baimian asked before Shang Jianyao spoke.

The young man pointed to the RV at the deepest point:

"That's the one selling things."

After answering, he looked Jiang Baimian up and down, and said with a smile:

“Dance together?”

"No." Jiang Baimian refused without hesitation.

When they were talking, because the music was strong and powerful, they all let go of their throats, as if they were shouting.

For Jiang Baimian, this is like fish in water.

The rejected young man was not entangled, and his body shook up and down with the rhythm, leaving the way.

Looking at Jiang Baimian's back, he raised his right hand, sniffed the smell on his forearm, and said to himself in confusion:

"She doesn't like the gasoline smell of this model?"

When the "old adjustment team" was about to arrive at the target RV, an old lady suddenly jumped out of the shadows around her.

She was holding a brown dustpan with many bottles and jars inside.

"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 others were a little confused, Shang Jianyao asked very adaptively:

"Is it tasty?"

"..." The old lady was speechless for a moment, "This cannot be eaten."

She immediately said loudly:

"Spray a little on your body and make you the most popular people in the camp!"

She gave out a hand and pointed at a small bottle and said:

“This is the 'Orange Company's' Type 15 gasoline, the purest type, and the odor is just right.

"You just need to sprinkle a little, I don't know how many girls are fascinated by you tonight!"

Jiang Baimian thoughtfully and said to himself:

"Because many vehicles need fuel, many people here love the smell of fuel?

"Maybe, for them, the fragrance of flowers is far less charming than 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 in silence and said loudly:

“We don’t need it!”

Seeing the old lady returning to the shadow with a little disappointment, the four of them, "old tuner group" boarded the RV at the deepest point.

The space inside is quite spacious, and it can even place multiple tables and chairs. Just opposite the outside, there is a milky white platform to Shangjianyao's chest and abdomen.

There are several high stools in front of the platform, and behind the platform there are wooden cabinets with various bottles and jars on display.

Between the wooden cabinet and the platform, a man was 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 jacket with a slightly glossy glow.

"Do you want some wine?" the uncle asked with a smile.

"Do you have wine?" Jiang Baimian pulled over the barrest stool and sat down, and asked back.
To be continued...