The old pickup truck had transported pigs and vegetables before. Song Tan never imagined that one day it would be used to carry people...
The forests on both sides of the road were pitch black, and the solar-powered streetlights barely illuminated the pale road surface. Winter nights were quiet and easily sparked imagination...
But Song Tan wasn't afraid of anything, and Qiaoqiao wasn't thinking about much either. Instead, she squatted in the truck bed, wobbling happily with her hat on:
"Sis, it feels like we're selling piglets!"
After a moment, she corrected herself: "No, wait, they're big pigs now."
The "big pigs," with the warmth of alcohol long dissipated in the courtyard, were now huddled and crouching to keep their balance as the chilly night wind swept over them. At this moment, they were as obedient as statues.
Hearing snippets of what was being said up front, Song Tan couldn't help but laugh—this wasn't hauling pigs; it was quite literally selling people!