The trolley driver earned a lot of money, and Lao Zhang didn't want to lose his job, so he kept quiet and continued driving the same trolley.

Today he drove back to the forest farm, swerved the original trolley onto the side track and parked it, then locked the car and went home for dinner.

Before getting off the bus, he was still thinking that he should get off and check the car behind him to see if there was anything unusual.

But after locking the car, Old Zhang forgot about it, only glanced at the trolley behind him, and then turned and left.

I had just gotten home and was having dinner when I heard an announcement over the loudspeaker that the commuter bus had been in an accident.

Old Zhang ran to the rescue with the others, only to find that the car, for some reason, was at the accident scene.

Moreover, the truckload of branches and timber were scattered on the ground, clearly indicating that the accident occurred due to a collision between the trolley and the commuter vehicle.

Old Zhang panicked and rushed back to the station's branch line, only to find that there was only the locomotive, not the train itself.

It's over, it's all over. Old Zhang knew he couldn't escape responsibility this time; he'd definitely lose his job, and might even end up in jail.

Zhang returned home dejectedly and sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), staring blankly into space.

When Old Zhang's wife saw this, she found it strange and asked him about the accident.

Old Zhang held his head and painfully explained the cause of the accident: "I don't know what happened. When I got out of the car, I glanced around and saw the car was there."

How could that bus have reversed so quickly, in the time it took me to go home for a meal? Now that the commuter bus has overturned, seriously injuring about ten people, I'm definitely going to be held responsible this time.”

Upon hearing this, the Zhang family was dumbfounded. "What... what are we going to do?"

What to do? Not only did the Zhang family not know, but even Feng Baosheng, who was riding on the tractor with Zheng Xianyong to the accident scene, didn't know.

When Feng Baosheng saw the overturned commuter bus, the trolley in front of it, and the branches and wood scattered all over the ground, he was completely stunned.

Feng Baosheng was aware that Wang Yuanjun and the others had helped him load a cart of firewood today.

He was still thinking that since he was transporting firewood for his own family, he had something to do tonight and couldn't go down, but he would have to take the commuter bus back to the field tomorrow morning to check on things.

Putting everything else aside, you could at least buy a few packs of cigarettes or provide a meal for the workers.

As a result, before the firewood could be transported home, it collided with a commuter bus on the way.

The scene was a complete mess. He heard that more than ten people were seriously injured and countless others were slightly injured. Feng Baosheng felt utterly overwhelmed.

That's it. Such a big accident. As the secretary of the farm, he can't escape responsibility. What's more, this accident happened while he was transporting firewood to Feng Baosheng's house.

This time, don't say anything more, just wait for the punishment.

"Let's go back to the forest farm and talk about it." Zheng Xianyong was also at a loss when he saw the situation. Qianchuan Forest Farm had finally been peaceful for a few years, and now this happened again. It was really bad.

They returned late, after the on-site rescue had ended. The seriously injured were sent to Songjiang River, while the lightly injured went home. Only a few people remained at the scene to guard it.

"Alright, there's no need to stay here in this cold weather. Go check one more time to make sure no one is in the car, then go back and rest."

The bureau's rescue crane can't come over at night, and there's no point in leaving people here; all we need to do is get the injured out.

The few people who stayed behind listened, and then, with flashlights in hand, searched each carriage one by one to make sure no one was left behind before they came out and returned to the forest farm.

Zheng Xianyong drove the tractor, carrying Feng Baosheng, and stopped outside the farm headquarters.

"Secretary Feng, Director Zheng, you're back?" The dispatcher at the farm headquarters rushed over to report the situation as soon as he saw the two return.

"The accident resulted in more than ten people being seriously injured. They have all been sent to Songjianghe Hospital. Motorcycles from our farm and those from Shuguang Forestry Farm came to help, and two vehicles were used to transport them down."

"There are quite a few minor injuries as well. Most of them have been bandaged up and gone home. Dr. Qiao is still busy."

Zheng Xianyong nodded. "Who's driving the original trolley? Go and take control of the person first."

He bears primary responsibility for this, and we need to give the injured person an explanation.

Also, could you tell me whose family that truckload of branches and timber was being delivered to today? Why wasn't anyone left to escort the truck?

If someone had stayed on board to guard the vehicle, they could have noticed if it had become uncoupled and rescued it in time.

Zheng Xianyong has been working in the forest farm for so many years, can't he understand this little thing?

He noticed as soon as he arrived at the scene that a trolley was being used to transport firewood, but somehow the trolley had become detached from the locomotive.

The trolley was located at the bottom of the slope between the two hills.

It is currently speculated that the vehicle may have detached at the bend, and due to the downhill slope and its high inertia, it slid down to the bottom of the slope and came to a stop there.

If there had been even two guards on the train, they would have noticed something was wrong and called for help in time, and tonight's accident would never have happened.

That's why Zheng Xianyong said to investigate who the firewood was being transported to.

As soon as he said that, Feng Baosheng coughed awkwardly.

"Old Zheng, that firewood is for my family."

Today, Guo Chunsheng, Zhao Qingli, and Xiao Wang took the afternoon off to help me load the truck.

They said they'd unload the truck when they got back tonight, and tomorrow morning they'd use a chainsaw to cut it up and stack it up.

"It's almost holiday time, isn't it? I was thinking of organizing some documents and data on the mountain, so I didn't come back. I never expected this to happen."

The firewood was being transported to Feng Baosheng's home, and many people knew this, so it couldn't be hidden any longer. Therefore, Feng Baosheng simply admitted it.

Zheng Xianyong glanced at Feng Baosheng and almost choked on his breath. "What the hell is this?"

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