The guest house of the state-owned 9621 Factory is located in the living area and built in another small ravine outside the compound.
More than a dozen dormitory buildings are built along the mountain. The highest red brick building is only five floors.
There are some dry bases made of rammed earth below, which should be for waterproofing.
Although the guest house is simple, it is still relatively clean.
Two persons, each, in one room.
The waiter brought an iron thermos and an enamel basin and helped light the charcoal fire.
The room suddenly became warm.
"Comrade, please don't close the door at night."
"Why?"
"Ahem, if you are poisoned, we can rush in and save you."
"..."
Li Weidong looked at the flickering charcoal fire and remained silent. After thinking for a while, he turned around and opened the window.
The cold wind slipped in through the cracks, making it chilly.
Just keep it cold, be safe!
After a tiring day, Li Weidong could no longer open his eyelids.
He lay heavily on the bed and said the word "奆".
A dreamless night.
In the early morning, I was awakened by the sound of a loudspeaker: "Our team is facing the sun, stepping on the earth of the motherland, shouldering the hope of the motherland... moving forward, moving forward..."
In the early morning of winter, the heat in the quilt and the human body temperature just meet, forming a natural atmosphere that makes people reluctant to get up.
Just as he was about to sleep for a while, there was a rapid knock on the door.
"Master, master, it's time for us to go and make money!"
Yes, my apprentice is right, making money is important.
Li Weidong yawned and got up. After washing up, he and Niu Meng walked to the parking lot.
The morning in the arsenal was not beautiful. There was a thick layer of soot floating in the sky, and the loud sound of plywood hammers could be heard everywhere.
What surprised Li Weidong was that there were too many bullet casings here.
Before taking two steps, Li Weidong kicked a bullet casing.
The shell shot far away and hit the ground with a crisp sound.
As he was about to start the truck, Li Weidong suddenly heard the roar of heavy artillery in the distance.
The sound of cannons continued, each one heavier than the last. Looking from a distance, thick black smoke rose from the mountains.
This must be one of the team officers testing the cannon. I hope I can kill two wild boars today.
...
Start the truck, turn the steering wheel, and after another inspection by the sentry, the truck drives away from the arsenal.
Niu Meng spread out the national highway map on the dashboard and turned into an artificial intelligence navigator: "Hey, Master, please turn left on the fork on the left. After turning left, turn right, after turning right, turn left again. We can get to Zhangjia City."
The speed of Gill 150 when empty can reach 65 yards.
It took Li Weidong less than an hour to drive his truck to the outskirts of Zhangjia City.
Through the early morning mist, low buildings in the suburbs can be vaguely seen.
Li Weidong stopped the truck, took out the red cloth from under the seat and covered the license plate on the back.
Then he drove up and moved on.
When he saw a group of people standing at the highway intersection, Li Weidong slowed down and slowly approached.
In the cold wind, a group of commune members wearing torn cotton-padded jackets squatted at the intersection with their necks hunched, smoking and chatting.
"I didn't know there was a passing bus to the capital today."
"Oh, I've been waiting for three days. My daughter's home is in my arms. She gave birth to a big fat boy not long ago. I saved a basket of eggs and went to the commune to issue a certificate, but I couldn't buy a ticket."
"Three days are nothing, I've been waiting for almost ten days. My son is studying in the capital, and my wife and I want to see him."
"Oh, oh, oh, I really want to hear the sound. Is the car coming?"
When the crowd saw the truck leaping over the horizon, they all hurriedly ran over, waving their hands.
"Comrade conductor, please be ready!"
Li Weidong smiled, turned the steering wheel, and drove the truck towards the intersection.
"Yes!" Niu Meng pulled out a canvas bag from under the car seat and slung it in front of her body. She looked like a bus driver.
"Hold!" He stepped on the brakes and the truck slowly stopped in front of the crowd.
"Master, are you going to Harbin?"
"Come over?"
"Where's Su City? I'm going to Su City."
...
The crowd crowded in front of the truck.
Niu Meng rolled down the window and shouted twice before the crowd dispersed.
She jumped out of the car and shouted loudly: "For the bus back to the capital, comrades heading towards the capital, please line up."
"Also, everyone, take out your letters of introduction. If you don't have a letter of introduction, leave as soon as possible. I'll pretend I haven't seen you."
Passengers already knew the rules and lined up to pay.
"Comrade, I'm going to Huairou." asked an old woman with a flowered headscarf on her head, an egg basket on her back, and a large package on her back.
"It's more than 200 kilometers to Huairou, and the fare is two yuan." Niu Meng said.
"The commune secretary really didn't lie. The passing bus is cheaper."
The aunt took out a very old handkerchief from her pocket and opened it layer by layer. Inside were neatly rolled banknotes.
The yellow-brown trucks, the pale green Yangtze River Bridge, and the reddish-brown hydropower station are the biggest attraction.
She carefully counted out the two dollars and handed them to Niu Meng: "Girl, here are two dollars for you."
Niu Meng took the banknote, looked at her up and down, and said, "Aunt, it's freezing cold here. You're so old, you can't stand it sitting in the carriage."
"It's okay. Auntie is in good health. She is the 'front row' in the commune. She can earn ten work points every day just like men." Auntie said, patting the package behind her.
"Besides, I'm bringing a quilt with me!"
The aunt was probably afraid that the little comrade wouldn't let her get in the car, so she climbed into the car while talking.
There are long-distance buses from Zhangjia City to Huairou, but tickets are difficult to buy and the fare is twice as much as the bus fare.
If you have that kind of money, you might as well buy some old silver and buy a longevity lock for your grandson.
Li Weidong stared at her. This lady must be in her fifties, and her skills are as good as those of a young man.
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"Okay, if you feel really cold later, just call me." Niu Meng handed over the egg basket.
Then turn around and borrow money.
"Girl, I'm going to Gujiaying."
"Gujiaying, 50 kilometers, charge you 50 cents."
"I'm going to Sioux City."
"Young man, don't cause trouble, it's just Su Shi!"
...
The people who got on the truck laughed and laughed, while those who were not on the road could only squat back and hope for good luck.
The truck started moving again, Li Weidong turned and put down the plate with concentration, while Niu Meng counted the gains just now like a little money addict.
"One point, two points...ah, we just accepted sixteen passengers and earned a total of two yuan and thirty cents, which can buy more than 70 steamed buns."
The little face is filled with a happy smile that belongs only to those who work.
"Is this just how much you can achieve? Follow the master from now on and I'll make sure you eat a lot of meat!" Li Weidong grinned.
No wonder the guys in the security department are so envious of truck drivers, it's so easy to get extra money.
There were few vehicles on the roads in this era, and long-distance bus and train tickets were hard to come by.
If you don’t want to ride a bicycle for hundreds of miles in the cold wind, the best thing to do is to wait for a passing car.
Trucks from rolling mills usually leave full and return empty, and it is easy to carry thirty or forty passengers.
I can earn at least seven or eight yuan each time, which is often more than the driver's salary.
Carrying people and goods to make extra money has long been a no-no.
If the people don't promote it and the officials don't investigate it, it's like a cook bringing in leftovers.
Moreover, even if someone wants to report it, there is no evidence.
The license plate on the back of the car has been covered with red cloth. Who are you reporting to?
Of course, you can only take people there during the day.
The roads are unsafe and it is an old rule for trucks not to stop at night.
...
Niu Meng was lying on the car window, clutching the canvas bag tightly, looking at the rapidly retreating tree shadows, her face flushed with excitement: "Master, let me sing a song for you!"
"No, no, I'm not dozing off now!" Li Weidong turned the steering wheel and walked around a donkey cart.
Niu Meng: "...."
Since the truck's fuel gauge had long been broken, Li Weidong relied on experience to estimate how much fuel was left.
After passing Gujiaying, Li Weidong stopped the truck when he saw a small ditch on the roadside.
He shouted to the passengers in the car: "Hey guys, wait a moment, add some water and some oil!"
"No rush, no rush, it's still early!"
The middle-aged man in the carriage helped hand down the oil drum, and the dozen passengers also took the opportunity to jump out of the car and headed straight for the nearby woods.
Why? People have three urgent needs!
