Hong Xia was really happy to have a free lunch.
Perhaps because she had not eaten well since getting on the bus, Hong Xia not only finished her own portion, but also ate the remaining half of her son's portion.
Not a single bit of the two boxes of lunch was wasted.
Because of this meal, Hong Xia and Zhang Cheng chatted more enthusiastically in the afternoon.
The female comrade sitting next to Zhang Xia got off the bus in the afternoon, and this time she was replaced by an older lady.
She is also a warm-hearted person. As soon as she got in the car, she started chatting with them.
Ruan Mianmian was the only one who remained silent and didn't say anything. She seemed out of tune with the other four people.
That lady had tried to talk to Ruan Mianmian before, but was blocked by Ruan Mianmian with just one sentence.
In the next two days, the people in their positions remained unchanged.
Except for her, everyone else was still having a good chat.
Even the naughty child could rest in the old lady's arms. This made Hong Xia very happy.
She always brought it with her
In fact, Ruan Mianmian went to the conductor halfway to ask if she could get a sleeper ticket, but the conductor refused.
There were indeed sleeper berths, but Ruan Mianmian could not produce her work ID, so she could not get a replacement ticket.
Ruan Mianmian looked at the scenery outside the window and said to herself, be patient, it will be over in just one day.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the train stopped at a transfer station.
This is a transfer station, so the stop time is quite long, a full twenty minutes.
Most of the people on the train had been sitting there for several days and nights. Taking advantage of the longer stop, most of them got off the train and went to the platform to stretch their arms and legs.
Only some people who travel alone choose to leave their luggage where it is because they are afraid of losing it.
Although Ruan Mianmian was alone, she was not afraid of losing her luggage, so she got off the train as soon as possible.
She was so suffocated before that she can now move her arms and legs around.
On the platform of the station, there were several middle-aged ladies walking around carrying baskets. The baskets were covered with a large and thick piece of cloth, so you couldn't see what was inside.
But at first glance, these people don't look like people who would take the train.
Out of curiosity, Ruan Mianmian approached one of the ladies carrying a basket. Before she opened her mouth to speak, the lady came over and asked in a low voice, "Girl, do you want some corn?"
As he spoke, he lifted up a corner of the basket, revealing a large, golden corn cob that still looked warm.
''How much? ''
Ruan Mianmian had been eating bread and biscuits for several days for the sake of convenience. She also went to the dining car during the journey, but the food there really didn't look delicious. She gave up, hoping to avoid getting an upset stomach, which would be even more troublesome.
Now looking at this corn cob, I can't help but drool.
"One is 40 cents, three is one dollar." The old lady quoted the price while reaching for the corn cobs.
This price is really not cheap. It's almost like eating meat.
However, Ruan Mianmian did not bargain, but directly took out a dollar from her pocket and handed it over.
The old lady quickly stuffed three corn cobs into Ruan Mianmian's hand, then took the money and immediately turned around and left.
His movements were so skillful as if he had done it thousands of times.
Ruan Mianmian picked up one of the corn cobs and started chewing it, and put the remaining two into the space under cover.
Out of curiosity, Ruan Mianmian began to observe the ladies who were carrying baskets and selling goods on the platform in a guerrilla manner while chewing on the sweet corn.
I have to say, these ladies are really brave. They sell things so openly on the platform of the train station and they are not afraid of being caught.
Within two minutes, Ruan Mianmian figured out a little bit of the trick.
These ladies must be organized, because the baskets they carry and the cloth covering the baskets are basically the same, the only difference is whether they are new or old.
And basically the things they sell are the same, all whole corn cobs. They are cooked and people can eat them directly, which is very convenient.
The young people standing at the entrance and exit should be helping them keep watch. If a red armband comes, they will be the first to see it and issue an early warning.
So far, so good. But if someone came to catch them, where would they run?
Soon, Ruan Mianmian also found the answer.
The lady who sold her corn cobs at first seemed to have sold out the corn in her basket. She ran quickly towards the toilet.
Ruan Mianmian's eyes followed her all the time. In order to see more clearly, she deliberately changed her position and followed her footsteps, walking forward several steps.
Finally, she saw clearly.
It turned out that there was a broken section of the wire mesh about ten meters away from the toilet. People could easily pass through by just slightly bending it with their hands.
There were two people on the other side of the wire fence, holding the same baskets.
It was obvious that the basket was also filled with cooked corn. The old lady quickly changed the basket and ran back to the platform.
The old lady had just left and ran over to exchange baskets with another old lady.
This business is pretty good. I just don't know how the profits will be distributed, according to work or according to needs.
The two people who got the empty baskets left immediately, and before leaving, they restored the wire mesh to its original state.
After watching this set of operations, Ruan Mianmian felt that the customs in the south were much more open than those in the north.
These people are so bold in doing business even before they reach the south. I wonder what it will be like when they really reach Guangzhou.
It was almost time, and the platform sounded a reminder to return to the train, and Ruan Mianmian was ready to go back. She had seen almost everything.
Suddenly, she saw several familiar figures walking hurriedly towards the exit.
Damn it!
Aren’t those the other four people sitting with her?
The old lady was holding the naughty child in her arms, while the man named Zhang Cheng was carrying Hong Xia on his back.
At this moment, Hong Xia seemed to have fainted, her eyes were closed, and she had no consciousness at all.
The naughty child now looked stupid and dazed. Although his eyes were still open, he looked like a child with a brain problem. He had no reaction to the outside world.
Seeing this situation, a string in Ruan Mianmian's mind suddenly broke.
Her voice was faster than she thought, and she shouted to the comrade in charge of checking tickets at the exit, "Stop them! They are human traffickers!"
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