Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

If you don't dislike it, you don't dislike it.

Song Xi was so happy that he grasped the iron plate, and with the deafening chug sound, he took his eyes off to enjoy the scenery along the way.

This village is located in the middle of the mountains, perhaps because there were many surnamed Li in the generation of the ancestors, so it got the name of Lijia Village.

Through the dirt road in the mountains, there is a dirt road leading to the town. On both sides of the road, there are fields full of crops, with one or two pieces of wasteland occasionally interspersed in the middle.

The people on the tractor couldn't stay idle either, and when their ears got used to it, they started chatting with the people next to them. Another old man took out a cigarette stick, rolled a leaf and lit it, smoking it one after another.

All of a sudden, various voices mixed together, and the noise was a bit ear-piercing. It happened that the uncle smoking leaf cigarettes was standing in front, and the thick white smoke was blown to the back with the wind, blowing on the faces of Song Xi and the others.

The smell of this leaf smoke is really strong. Song Xi coughed twice and was about to change his position when he raised his eyes and found that the man beside him was holding the iron plate tightly with both hands, the veins on his arms were bulging, and his face was usually cold. His face was as white as death, and his teeth were clenched tightly on his lower lip.

Song Xi was taken aback, and quickly asked, "Are you okay?"

Wu Bei turned his face with difficulty, facing him, his Adam's apple rolled uncomfortably.

Song Xi suddenly thought of something, and blurted out: "You won't...carsick, oh no, tractorsick?!"

Wu Bei didn't want to admit it, but he|damn knows, he, a person who travels all day on business trips and rides in the car all day, would get tractor-sick, not only dizzy, but also nauseated and want to vomit.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Also, how long will it be?"

It was the first time for Song Xi to see him so weak. Looking ahead, he deduced the time to arrive at the destination from the original body's memory, "There are still about ten minutes left, just bear with it."

After finishing speaking, a puff of smoke blew on the faces of the two of them. Song Xi didn't react, but judging from Wu Bei's expression, he reckoned that he was about to vomit.

There is no way, the tractor is such a large piece of land, you can smell it everywhere you go.

Song Xi had no choice but to see the distressed expression on the other person who was about to die immediately. Using the cover of his trouser pocket, he asked the system for a sour candy - he only found out yesterday that the system is like a snack shop. have.

Song Xi peeled off the sour icing with one hand, handed it to Wu Bei's tightly pursed lips, and coaxed a child: "It's sour, press it first."

Wu Bei took a bite of the candy. Immediately, the sweet and sour taste exploded in his mouth. The nausea in his throat subsided a little, and his face also softened a little. His expression was a little unnatural, "Thank you."

Song Xi said: "It's okay, remember to give it back to me next time." Then, he stuffed the candy wrapper into Wu Bei's hand, "Trash, don't throw it away."

"..."

Wu Bei closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed down.

What can you expect this man to do?

Fortunately, the road was not long. After more than ten minutes, the tractor pulled its heavy body and stopped outside the town.

People got out of the car one after another. Song Xi had a bad leg. He was the last one to get out of the car. He stood on it and watched. Almost as soon as the tractor stopped, Wu Bei turned over and quickly got off the tractor. After standing still, he stretched out his hand to tidy up own clothes.

Smug.

Song Xi snorted twice, threw down the crutch first, and turned down by himself on the iron plate. He only had one leg, and it was fine when he went up, but he was in a life-and-death panic when he came down. He felt insecure, and the village chief couldn't help him below. what a busy.

Wu Bei looked down there for a while, and finally walked over with a sulky face, and shouted, "Hey, jump down, I'll follow you."

Song Xi was hanging halfway up, not too high from the ground, looking at the man with his head up slightly looking at him, with his arms outstretched, he hesitated for a long time before saying, "How much will I have to pay you if I break my hand?"

"..."

The air was silent for several seconds, and then the man said coldly: "No compensation."

Song Xi was relieved, Yuan didn't have much money, and he didn't have any source of income at the moment, and bone grafting and plaster casting were not cheap.

Song Xi first observed for a while, and after confirming the position, he slid down a little bit, and then let go of the hand holding the iron plate, and jumped towards the man.

Wu Bei's figure looked like a normal person's, but he didn't expect that his strength was not small. Song Xi jumped down with a weight of about [-] catties, and the others didn't shake.

When a person falls, they will instinctively reach out to grab something to gain a sense of security. Song Xi had nothing to grab, so he subconsciously hugged Wu Bei's neck, and the other person's hand was placed on his waist to prevent it from falling so as to hold him tightly. Imprisoned.

The two got very close, Song Xi's ear tip was next to Wu Bei's face, so close that he could hear each other's breathing.

The man's chest trembled, "Come down."

"Oh." Song Xi came back to his senses, let go of his hands, and jumped to the ground supporting the man's arms.

Surrounded by a strange atmosphere

Fortunately, the village chief came over in time to interrupt the atmosphere and said, "Let's go to the household division first, lest others get off work."

Song Xi nodded: "Okay."

The village chief led the way, and he followed behind, holding a cane. Wu Bei walked beside him, walking extremely slowly, as if waiting for him.

It's not too troublesome to handle household division, it's easy to say, but you still need to provide a bunch of proofs. After Song Xi finishes, it's almost time for lunch.

The village chief came to the town to do business, and after setting a time to go home, he hurried to do the business.

In an instant, only Song Xi and Wu Bei were left standing on the street, listening to the yelling around them, looking at me and you in confusion.

After a long time, Song Xi said, "Going to eat?"

Wu Bei put his hands in his trouser pockets, closed his nose, and gave a soft "hmm".

This town is not considered prosperous, and there are only a handful of small restaurants. Apart from stir fry, there are only a few types of noodles. Similarly, he was followed by someone who was difficult to serve.

Song Xi searched around, only to find one that was clean and tidy among many restaurants, and ordered two meat and one vegetarian stir-fry.

Wu Bei didn't say anything throughout the whole process. Although he was a little bit obsessed with cleanliness, he didn't have the affliction of rich people. He wasn't picky about food and was easy to support.

After dinner, Song Xi went straight to the market. There was nothing at home, whether it was furniture or daily necessities, he needed to add some.

Wu Bei watched him pick and choose in front of him, and suddenly reminded him: "How do you take it back with so much?"

Song Xi looked at the pile of medium and large furniture such as chairs, single sofas, cabinets, etc., and quickly realized: "It seems to be right..."

Wu Bei had a headache, so he hurriedly dragged people out, "Don't choose, when you get back, make a list, and I'll send it to you when I come back in two days."

Song Xi shook his head and said bluntly: "The one you bought is too expensive, I don't have that much money."

Wu Bei: "..."

He really didn't think about it.

Seeing the stubborn expression of the man in front of him, Wu Bei cursed in a low voice, "Trouble!"

The man picked up the phone and made a call. Song Xi glanced at it. It was the best fruit phone now, and it was not at the same level as the original 200 yuan button phone.

Wu Bei hung up the phone after saying a few words. This time, he didn't stop Song Xi, let him choose first, but don't choose too much, the car that came to pick him up was a commercial vehicle, and it couldn't carry much.

Song Xi picked out a lot of furniture in bits and pieces, and it looked almost ready. Just when he was about to pay, the boss took the goods and asked if he needed delivery, free of charge.

Song Xi needed it so much, he confirmed the address with the boss, left a phone number, and then walked out of the shop with ease.

Wu Bei followed behind, like a little follower.

After strolling casually, Song Xi saw someone selling fruit saplings on the road, so he bought a handful. The man frowned and scolded him: "Why do you buy so many saplings? Your legs are like this and you still don't stop. If you are in the field Fell down and lay around waiting to feed the bugs?"

Wu Bei was like this, fierce in mouth but soft in heart.

Song Xi was not angry, he hummed and said, "I just like to grow fruit trees."

Things fine.

Wu Bei said viciously in his heart, stretched out his hand and snatched the sapling, "What else do you want to buy? Hurry up!"

Song Xifei quickly said the name, Wu Bei was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression froze: "What?"

Song Xi felt a little embarrassed when he was seen, his face turned red for the first time, and he repeated quickly, gritting his teeth: "Buy underwear|pants!"

He rummaged through his original clothes. There were not many of them, and the pants he wore inside were all pilled.

Wu Bei's face darkened, and his eyes were so fierce that he could eat people: "Buy it, buy it, tell me what!"

Song Xi pouted, feeling aggrieved: "...Didn't you ask me first."