noffsinger Chapter 1100 What am I going to do?
Chapter 1100 What am I going to do?
Li Mo'er's eldest and second uncles staggered to their feet, put on their tattered cotton-padded coats, and walked out of the room. They thought they would see a group of beautiful young women, but instead, they saw a desolate Gobi Desert stretching as far as the eye could see!
The two were completely bewildered. What was going on? Weren't they in Beijing? Where were they? They'd only been asleep for a short while, but how far could a train travel?
Their stomachs were burning; they hadn't eaten anything yesterday, just drunk alcohol. They saw what looked like houses in the distance, and the two of them trudged towards the town.
Two hours later, the shouts they heard left them speechless: "Hey, freshly slaughtered lamb, authentic Xinjiang lamb skewers, or your money back! Would you two like to try a few?"
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing disbelief in each other's eyes. If this were a modern novel enthusiast, they would surely think they had traveled back in time!
The leader took out the only two cents he had begged from his pocket, handed it to the man grilling lamb skewers, and asked, "Excuse me, where is this place? How far is it from Beijing?"
The man grilling lamb skewers was taken aback. He looked at the two of them with an expression of utter disbelief and said, "Hey, are you two stupid? This is the beautiful Kashgar region. It's so far from Beijing! Even if an eagle were to spread its wings, it would take a month to get there. It's just too far!"
Li Mo'er's uncle stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud, then spread his legs and wailed, "Oh dear, I can't live like this anymore! I finally made it to Beijing, thinking I could finally live a good life, but I never imagined that I'd end up in this godforsaken place after just one night's sleep. My God, what am I going to do..."
This left the man grilling lamb skewers speechless. He pulled out the two cents from his pocket and handed them to Li Mo'er's uncle, saying, "Hey, what's wrong with you crying? Here's your money back, don't cry!"
Her second uncle was also overcome with grief. He had finally seen the girl with the long, white legs, but before he could even get a good look at her, they were separated by a great distance again. He squatted down to the side, wiping away his tears with his tattered cotton-padded coat.
The man grilling lamb skewers looked at the two people who were crying and wailing and muttered, "Damn, what bad luck to run into two idiots so early in the morning."
At that time, there were no roads for cars in Kashgar or other areas. It was impossible to get back to Beijing without a car. You would have to cross a large uninhabited area, which would take ten days to half a month, and you would have to be prepared to encounter wolves.
So, for the two brothers to return to Beijing, it would take at least eight to ten years for the government to repair the roads and for them to catch a ride on the highway. Under the current conditions, they can forget about it.
Upon returning to Beijing, Li Mo'er drove to the old house the very next day. She needed to check on Grandpa Zhang's situation and see if he had recruited one or two qualified traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.
Before the car even reached the entrance of the old house, we were shocked by what we saw.
The reason was that a queue of no less than fifty meters had formed in front of the old house. Most of the people in the queue were elderly people in their fifties or sixties.
Li Mo'er was surprised that so many people came to apply for the job. She got out of the car, activated her mental powers, enveloped everyone, and then slowly walked past the group.
The crowd was immediately drawn to Li Mo'er, who carefully observed the facial expressions of all of them.
Most people are quite normal; they either glance at something and then look away, or they admire it and look at it a few more times. But three people are different.
Their eyes gleamed with lewdness as they scanned Li Mo'er's chest and buttocks, their tongues unconsciously licking their lips, creating a particularly uncomfortable feeling.
After walking in front of them, Li Mo'er turned around, pointed at the three people with her small hand, and said, "You, you, and you, the three of you don't need to queue anymore. Go and collect your round-trip fare now, and you can go home."
The three of them thought Li Mo'er was referring to something good, and their expressions quickly turned from surprise to anger.
"Why are we being sent home before the interview even started? And who are you?" one of the men, a tall, thin man in his forties, said.