Chapter 964 The Uncle Who Lives in the Cash Machine

"What are you doing?" The woman took out the vegetables one by one from the drawer, only to find the little boy lying on the drawer looking inside.

"I'm looking inside..." The little boy looked excited, "Mom, mom, did this vegetable grow from this box?"

"How is that possible?" The woman looked helpless.

"Then why are there such fresh vegetables in it?" The little boy didn't believe it.

"That's because some uncles washed these vegetables and put them in," the woman said.

"Really?" The little boy didn't believe it, but he still looked desperately into the drawer and almost got in.

The woman saw that there were already people lining up behind her, and quickly hugged the little boy and said, "Okay, okay, let's go home and come back to buy again tomorrow..."

"No, I still want to see..." The little boy thought this drawer was particularly magical.

"Let's go." The woman had no choice but to give one of the tomatoes in her hand to the little boy. The little boy took a bite and his eyes widened immediately: "It's delicious!"

"real?"

"Well, it's very, very delicious!"

The woman also took a bite and her eyes suddenly narrowed.

The two people were holding a lot of vegetables and munching tomatoes, and drifted away.

But less than twenty minutes later, the little boy ran back again, squatted next to the vending machine, and stared at it with wide eyes.

This vegetable is really delicious, and compared to fruits, vegetables are actually more nutritious.

Moreover, the price of these vegetables is cheaper than fried rice and fruits, and it is within the affordable range of more people. Soon, there was a long queue in front of the vending machine. I am afraid there were hundreds of people. people.

Even three sales windows are a bit overwhelming.

And more people were a little anxious while waiting in line. They were all worried that the vegetables they were selling would suddenly disappear.

After all, such a container can't actually hold many vegetables. Many people who come here are carrying large shopping bags and want to buy and store them, for fear that they will not be able to eat them later.

However, all the buttons on the vending machine were on, and the word "sold out" did not appear.

The hundreds of people who queued up have finished buying, and hundreds more people have come, and not a single vegetable has been sold out.

The little boy no longer squatted next to the drawer and looked at the drawer. He lay down behind the container and put his head against the container, seeming to be listening to something.

"Oh, I've been looking for you for a long time, why are you here!" His mother came.

"Shh, I'm listening to the uncles inside." The little boy raised his finger to let his mother speak.

"What?" The woman's eyes widened.

"Really, there's someone talking inside."

The woman moved closer.

There was indeed a sound inside, which seemed to be in some unintelligible language, as if someone was mumbling.

Moreover, it seems that he is not alone.

The woman listened for a while and then suddenly slapped the little boy on the head: "Hey! This is not the sound inside, it is clearly the sound of your stomach growling with hunger! Come home with me quickly, otherwise I don’t care if you’re hungry!”

With that said, no matter how hard the little boy struggled, he dragged the little boy away.

Less than half an hour later, the little boy came back. He walked around the container, knocking here and listening there, looking very curious.

The people in line next to him looked at him curiously.

Time passed quickly, the sun gradually turned westward, and it was almost evening.

From the morning until now, thousands of people have come to buy vegetables, and some of them came with trailers and bought a lot of them.

But this automatic vegetable vending machine is still selling vegetables continuously, and all the buttons are empty.

When the woman came to ask the little boy for dinner again, she was also surprised.

"Really? Didn't you see any of the uncles, those white bear uncles, open the door and put the vegetables inside?"

"No, really not!" the little boy said seriously.

"That's so weird..." The woman couldn't help but circle around the vending machine.

How can such a big machine produce so many vegetables?

"It must be that when you went back to eat, Uncle White Bear came to pack the vegetables." She finally came to this conclusion.

However, no matter how strange the vending machine was, it was not as important as dinner, so she still dragged her son away.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, the little boy appeared in front of the vending machine again, wrapped in a blanket.

In the current Dongdu City area, due to insufficient power supply, there are no street lights. Only the window of the farm orchard house just now was shining with light.

Because there are no street lights and almost no one comes out at night, this city that never sleeps is truly plunged into darkness.

After eight o'clock in the evening, the last person who came to buy vegetables had already left with a lot of satisfaction, carrying a lot of vegetables, and the 48 grids were still lit.

The little boy walked to the display screen, stood on tiptoes, and pressed on the screen.

The sound of beep beep kept ringing.

"%x-on:x-on:#!x-on:#￥ x-on:!" came an incomprehensible voice from inside.

The little boy looked around and still pressed tirelessly.

At this moment, the drawer opened and there were several tomatoes inside.

The little boy suddenly stuck his head into the drawer, and then shouted: "Ha, uncle, hello!"

On the other side of the drawer, a confused face suddenly retracted.

The little boy excitedly held the tomatoes and shouted happily: "Thank you, uncle, for sending me tomatoes! Thank you, uncle!"

He happily took a few bites of the tomatoes and heard a click.

The drawer locked automatically and a cover covered the screen.

This uncle is a little shy...

The little boy thought for a while, turned around and ran away: "Mom, mom! There is indeed an uncle living in the vending machine!"

Night gradually fell, and around nine o'clock in the evening, a group of angry guys ran to the vending machine, waving sticks and hitting it for a long time, without leaving even a single pothole on it.

They also set a fire, but the flames burned for a long time without burning anything.

In anger, they sprayed a lot of red paint on the vending machine, but a gust of wind blew and the paint peeled off...

The angry populists left in resignation.

More than an hour later, at around ten o'clock in the evening, a thick fog suddenly enveloped the vending machine.

I vaguely heard the "click-click" sound of the switch. Two minutes later, the fog disappeared again, and everything seemed like it had never happened.

…

Early the next morning, the mother and son went out.

"By the way, let's go to the ATM to withdraw some cash and buy some daily necessities. There seem to be many places where credit cards cannot be swiped." The woman and the little boy found an ATM machine and withdrew money.

After withdrawing the money, the little boy bowed suddenly to the cash machine: "Thank you, uncle!"

"What are you doing?"

"Thank you uncle who lives in the cash machine!" the little boy said.