I met a long-distance driver and took me to the Sichuan-Tibet line. On the way, he told a story that made my hair stand on end. What should I do?

Today we tell a story about running a long-distance overnight train.

Friends who often read my articles should know that I mentioned in my articles more than once that I have been to every province in China, from Beishangguangshen to Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and Tibet, and from the northwest no man's land to Taiwan Province, Macau and Hong Kong, and I have heard and seen a lot.

I also want to tell you here, don't be afraid that I have no story to tell. As long as you are here, I will keep talking and tell you everything I have seen, heard, done and experienced in those years.

Ok, back to the topic, let's tell today's story.

When I went to Tibet that year, I took a long-distance truck on the Sichuan-Tibet line because I was bored at night. The driver told me.

But before the story begins, I want to clarify that I'm not talking about the ascetic life you think. With the development of the times, I always go out by train or high-speed rail. I usually take the green leather train, because I can see all kinds of people on the bus and listen to their strange things.

Someone also asked me why I had to travel all over the country, was it to make money?

Yes, it's really about making money. You can't wait for business at home. You need to go out and make some friends. If you had more friends, you wouldn't have to work so hard. They will introduce you to work.

However, not only to earn money, but also to update the funeral customs in various places, because the times are developing rapidly now, and the funeral customs in many places will change every few years. I need to know the situation behind me in time to get started quickly.

And everywhere I go, the first thing I do is to understand the local customs.

For example, I go to a village for nothing, take a train to the city, stay for a while and talk nonsense with people, ask about local customs, then go to the county seat, then talk nonsense with people, and then go to the village to chat with the old people in the village. After the introduction of the victims' families, I basically understood their local funeral customs.

In our work, this is called asking questions.

It's the same as Chinese medicine, but in the final analysis, they are trying to understand the cause, and we are also trying to understand the customs.

Let's get back to the point. Actually, I didn't go to Tibet to do work for people. People in that place don't need many lamas, so I can't be an outsider. Besides, it's not funny that I, a Han Chinese, gave them a Tibetan funeral.

I went there purely for tourism, but because of my professional habits and interest in Tibetan culture, I didn't go directly to Lhasa at first, but got off at Ganzi to learn more about the local customs.

On the road, I met Ali, a native of Jinhua, Zhejiang Province, riding the Sichuan-Tibet line. I heard that he rode from Chengdu, and we had dinner together. In fact, there is a story about Ali, but I'm not going to tell it today, so I'll talk about it later.

After parting from Ali, I went on my way alone, because it was already dark. To tell the truth, I walked alone on the Sichuan-Tibet line in the middle of the night, and I really panicked, not because of ghosts and gods, but because I was afraid of meeting some lawless elements. If something really happens in this wild place, no one can save you.

At that time, I also regretted not knowing to rest in the service area for one night until dawn, but I didn't want to go back after walking so far, so I had to see if I could get a ride to the next service area.

Maybe I am really lucky. Soon I saw a van coming towards me with the lights on. I waved to the window, and the driver of that car poked his head out and asked me what I did.

I had to tell the truth. He hesitated for a while and asked a few more questions before letting me get on the bus.

After getting on the bus, he handed me a cigarette and said, "Dude, don't take it to heart. It's always right for us to be careful in long-distance running."

I took the cigarette and said with a smile, "I wouldn't dare get on your car if you promised so readily."

Then we both laughed.

Indeed, long-distance runners are very cautious, especially in those years when social security was not very good. Moreover, on the sparsely populated Sichuan-Tibet line, there is no saying that any driver will just give strangers a lift.

I have heard of such a thing, saying that oil consumption was still rampant in those years. You all know the fuel consumption, right? You know, the kind of criminals who steal oil. They like stealing oil from big trucks best because there are too many fuel tanks.

They often act at night, because drivers are usually sleepy at that time and may stop to have a rest on the road, so the oil tiger takes this opportunity to steal oil. As soon as your front foot is filled with oil, they can help you steal it.

Later, because of the country's crackdown, fuel consumption began to converge, but instead of washing their hands, they changed their strategy and began to take a ride on sparsely populated roads. Whether it's a big truck or a car, as long as you let him get on the bus, losing money will usually kill him.

So I can understand the driver's caution, but thanks to his caution, if he directly agrees to drive me, I won't dare to get on his car.

When I got on the bus, he told me his surname was Li, so I called him. Li Shifu and I are about the same age, but he has been in this business for more than ten years, and the most visited are the Sichuan-Tibet Line and the Yunnan-Tibet Line.

When we first got on the bus, we had a few words. Li Shifu said that long-distance running is hard work. I can't stay at home for a few days a year, and I spend most of my time on the road. Life is also a vagrant.

I told him that we were very similar. Indeed, I spend almost most of the year on the road, either on my way to work or looking for a job. How do you say this day? If it wasn't for making money to support the family, it was actually quite delicious.

There were not many cars on the Sichuan-Tibet line that night, and sometimes it took ten minutes to see one. We are bored, too. After smoking a few cigarettes, we somehow talked about some wonderful things.

Li Shifu told me that there are many taboos in their line, such as: flashing a few lights when encountering a funeral procession; Small animals suddenly jumped out halfway. When crossing the tunnel, especially at the entrance of the square tunnel, don't whistle and say disrespectful words. When staying in a hotel at night, be sure to put your shoes out, and so on.

And most long-distance freight drivers will hang some small things on their cars to ward off evil spirits. The most common thing is to hang Grandpa Mao's head. It is said that Grandpa Mao has never been hurt for so many years, so he is regarded as the god of peace.

Of course, I just want to hear these things. After all, as a doorman, I haven't encountered anything strange. Their taboos seem to me more like warnings from old drivers to novices.

Li Shifu saw that I didn't quite believe it. He was silent for a while, lit a cigarette and took a few sips. Then I'll tell you something, and you should understand after listening.

Li Shifu said that it was probably around the 1980s, when the social atmosphere was not very good, and the meanness of human nature was vividly displayed in all walks of life. At that time, the most notorious car robber was road bully. They are active all over the country, specializing in killing people and stealing things. The target is usually a long-distance truck, usually a team, and their methods are outrageous.

Li Shifu said that at that time, people who went out to catch buses and engage in transportation were promising and capable people. At that time, two people in their village specialized in long-distance running. These two men are blood brothers, and the villagers call them Xiao Wang Wang.

At that time, the information was blocked and the traffic was underdeveloped. When Wang and Xiao go out in sports cars, everyone in the village likes to listen to their stories. The villagers listened with relish, and the two brothers became capable people who could make a lot of money.

It is said that Wang and Xiao brothers like to tell people about their experiences with road bandits. They said that before getting off the bus, they always put some machetes in the car, always ready to fight hard.

At that time, there were two kinds of road bullies, one was just for money, not for life. It would be good to spend some money to eliminate disasters, and the other was that giving some money could not solve it. Their target is the goods in your car, including cars. Isn't this clear about the life of VIP drivers? And if there is a woman in the car, then I'm sorry, your woman is also a family.

The two brothers said that at night, they often met some women or children with long hair and rags sitting in the middle of the road. At first, I was inexperienced. When I met them, I would get off and check the situation. As a result, a large group of people suddenly appeared on both sides of the road and took everything from the car before you knew it.

You only look at what you robbed, and it is impossible to stop it. You can only pray that they will leave soon when they rob things. However, I have rich experience in driving big cars in the back. If this happens again at night, they will only hit the gas door.

Seeing that this trick didn't work, the road bandits came up with other ideas and began to put rakes on the road and cut down trees as roadblocks. In this case, they can only admit that they are unlucky. You said you would turn around and go back. I'm sorry, but you will find that when you first came, there were many roadblocks on the road.

In the 1990s or so, it was said that one day when the king came back by car, the villagers only saw his younger brother Wang, but did not see his older brother Wang, so the villagers curiously asked Wang, where is your brother?

Xiao Wang doesn't talk, his eyes are glazed, and he doesn't talk about the past. When he is not driving, he moves a wooden stool and sits at the door in a daze every day. When he got back from the car, he stopped telling people stories he met on the way out. No one knows what he is thinking.

A few years later, the small family took a bus to Hunan, Hubei and Jiangxi. After he came back, he was very ill, and it took him several months to recover. He never drove a car after he got sick, and his brother Wang never showed up again.

When I was old, I thought Wang was poor, so I bought some food and wine from time to time to visit his house. On the wine table, Li Shifu often beat about the bush and asked what happened in those years. At first, Wang refused to talk about it, but he couldn't stand the heavy irrigation, so that day, Wang recalled it for the first time.

In those days, Xiao Wang and Wang brothers often ran long-distance transportation, and there was no fixed route. Where there is a job, they run there. Closer to neighboring provinces, farther from northwest and southwest, and farther from the border. The two brothers have a car, which they drive during the day and at night. Because they are willing to endure hardships, they earn a lot of money.

We all know what happened that year, and so do the brothers. Although they usually brag in the village, neither of them is stupid. They always prepare a lot of things before driving, including machetes, crowbars and even spend a lot of money on guns to ensure the safety of themselves and their goods.

Over the years, both brothers have been running sports cars, and road bandits have never met less. From the silly boy at the beginning to the prodigy at the back, they all suffered.

It is said that the two brothers once went to work and went out with their good friends as usual. They also ran in that area several times and knew what the road conditions were like, so they arrived at the receiving place smoothly.

After coming back, the two brothers went back the same way. I thought this road would be smooth, but I didn't expect to meet a road attendant just after driving.

The king hurriedly asked his younger brother Xiao Wang to hide the foreign gun, and Xiao Wang hid the gun under the seat. There is a hidden button made by them under the seat, which can't be touched unless the seat is removed.

The two brothers' cars were stopped by the duty officer, who knocked on the window and said, "Overload, fine 50."

When the word "on duty" came out, the two brothers were unhappy. You told me that we were overloaded when we were empty. What the fuck is this? !

However, because the other party is a formal department and is eligible for a fine, the two brothers can only say with a smile: "This is not an overload, so to speak."

Who knows that the person on duty said, "There is no overload, plus 50."

Hearing this, the two brothers said, "How could you do this? Unreasonable, right? "

As a result, the person on duty said, "There is something wrong with the light, add 100."

Now the two brothers are unhappy and say, "Isn't this lamp good?" What's wrong with it? Why do you want to impose fines? ! "

As a result, the person on duty picked up a stone and hit it on the headlight, saying, "This one is broken."

The two brothers looked at each other, afraid to say anything more, and paid the money and went over.

The brothers at the back are more and more angry, but they are helpless, thinking that they can't go any further, if the previous work is in vain.

As soon as the two brothers got together, they were ready to take a shortcut back and choose another route that they had never run. They think that the car is out of stock anyway, and it is better to give the money to the car robbers than to give it to others! People, car bandits and road bullies just give some money and leave. The dog is full of discontent, and he still carries a foreign gun, so a man without eyes is not afraid of him if he wants to be tough.

After the decision, the two changed their route. My brother drives during the day, my brother drives at night and comes back all the way.

But slowly, the two brothers found something was wrong. After driving for a long time, why didn't they even see a car? !

Two brothers are wondering here, but when they turn a corner, they see a coffin lying in the middle of the road. The coffin is red all over, with the black word "Fu" on a white background at the beginning and the end, and there are sorrows and sorrows scattered on both sides of the road. Seeing this scene suddenly in the middle of the night made the two brothers tremble with fear.

After seeing the coffin in the middle of the road, the two brothers in the car looked at each other and didn't know what to do.

This road is a two-way one-way street. If you want to keep driving, you have to move the coffin in the middle of the road, but if you get off in the middle of nowhere, if you are ambushed by a car thief, you can't help losing a piece of meat.

The two brothers had a similar experience before. At that time, when they passed a village, there must be a hundred people. A woman with hemp and Dai Xiao carried a coffin across the middle of the road, looking sad. When a man sees the passing cars, he stops to ask others for money. It is said that their home was killed, but the driver escaped, so all cars passing through this road are suspected and must be compensated.

At that time, the two brothers were youthful and didn't want to eat this dumb loss, so they got off the bus and quarreled with others. As a result, I was beaten by fat and didn't say anything. I also wronged hundreds of dollars.

However, since then, they have learned to be smart and will never get off the bus easily unless they have to.

But waiting in the car was not the way, so the king asked Solo to turn on the lights around and look back and forth for a while to make sure that no one was lying around. Then the king opened the car door to get ready.

Wang told Xiao Wang to stay in the car and said that he would go down to explore the situation first, and then you would come down if there was no problem, and then we would move the coffin together.

After the arrangement, the king got off the bus, and suddenly getting off the bus felt like falling into an ice cave. He was cold and wrapped in clothes, and Xiao Wang lit up Wang with his car light.

In the car, Xiao Wang saw the king slapping the coffin left and right, then observed it for a while, and then waved to Xiao Wang in the car.

Xiao Wang took a look and drove the car forward. When the king got on the bus, he said that the coffin was so heavy that two people could not lift it. Later, they had to use a cart to pull it, and he went down with a bundle of thick hemp rope.

When Xiao Wang goes to see the king, he is always in a panic. He couldn't say why, but he felt something was wrong. Just looking at this coffin is enough to make people panic, not to mention that it is dark and uninhabited.

So Xiao Wang stopped the king and untied Grandpa Mao's head hanging on the car and gave it to the king, saying it was to ward off bad luck.

After the king took it, he tied it on the belt buckle of his trousers. Then he went down. He first tied the hemp rope to the iron bar behind the car, then slipped the other end and tied it to the coffin head. With that, he made a sign to let Xiao Wang go back. Xiao Wang looked at the rearview mirror while holding the steering wheel. As a result, he didn't pay attention. When he reacted, he found that Wang had disappeared!

Xiao Wang was stunned. He was shaking like an electric shock, because he found that the coffin lid didn't know when it was opened!

At that time, Xiao Wang's hand was shaking and he couldn't hold the steering wheel. His eyes looked at the coffin in front of him for a while and at the rearview mirror for a while. It feels strange before and after, and it feels evil before and after!

He bravely honked the horn several times, and the sudden horn startled him, but on second thought, it was wrong! I haven't dropped my hand yet! Where did this horn ring? !

Xiao Wang turned pale with fear and got goose bumps because of a cold sweat. He listened carefully, and the sound of the trumpet was exactly the same as the suona played at the funeral, with a sad voice in the middle! (Novel title: Road Warrior, written by He Sanyu. From: read some stories every day and watch more exciting content)