Before dawn in the morning, Zhou Wen and the others were woken up by Zeng Erniu knocking on the door.
Everyone washed up casually and then followed Zeng Erniu out of the inn. There were two soldiers waiting outside the door. The three of them were all fully armed, carrying rifles on their backs and wearing leggings on their feet. They looked a bit heroic.
Zeng Erniu took the lead and walked onto the street. He found a stall on the road and bought some food. Everyone ate while walking. After walking for about twenty minutes, we left the city through the west gate.
It was already dawning at this time, and there were many people, carriages and horses leaving the city.
Zeng Erniu said to Zhou Wen: "We are all going to catch the train. Now we will find a place on the roadside to put some water. We will have to hold it in after we get on the train."
After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards a small forest on the roadside.
After draining the water, we continued on the road and arrived at the train station after walking for about ten minutes.
Good guy, there are already hundreds of people crowded in front of a two-story brick and stone building. Everyone, you push me and I squeeze you, and I step on you. Some people yelled and cursed, some called their wives and children, all kinds of dialects, all kinds of chickens and dogs, and the ground was full of squeezed shoes and hats.
"This is a rush to buy tickets." Zeng Erniu explained.
Zhou Wen and Xu Dacheng were stunned. There is also this kind of operation.
"Don't they line up?" Zhou Wen asked subconsciously.
"Queue? What kind of queue? You buy tickets like this, and it's the same when you get on the train. If you are strong, you can get a seat by rushing in front, but if you are weak, you can only stand. Sometimes there is no room to stand, and you have to play The golden rooster is independent."
A soldier looked at Zhou Wen like a country bumpkin and said: "If you have money, you don't have to suffer this. You can take the second-class train for twice the third-class fare. There is no need to crowd, there are seats, and you can also eat Western food. If you can afford three times the price, you can take the first-class train. I heard there is a spring bed, and it bounces like a god when you sleep on it."
As the soldier spoke, he squinted his eyes, straightened his back and shrugged, which was indescribably obscene.
Xiong San also rushed to introduce Zhou Wen and said: "Over there, on the other side of the small building, that window sells first-class and second-class tickets."
Zhou Wen followed the direction of his finger and found a small window on the left side of the small building. In front of the window, there were only a few people wearing long gowns and hats buying tickets. Another one was bending down to get off the bridge.
It seems that no matter which world it is, it is divided into first, second and third levels! Zhou Wen sighed.
You must make money in the future, make a lot of money, otherwise just imagining the scene of squeezing into a third-class train will make people shudder.
Zeng Erniu seemed to have read Zhou Wen's thoughts and said: "We don't have to squeeze into the carriage, let's take the caboose." After saying that, he waved an official document he just took out from his hand.
Zhou Wen knew what a caboose was. In old-fashioned trains, a caboose was attached after the last carriage. Its main function is to measure vehicle speed, help with braking, protect the car in front from wind and warmth, and also allow family members and employees to ride.
Zeng Erniu led everyone through the crowded crowd and came to the entrance of the platform. After showing the official documents, they entered the platform. Zhou Wen discovered that there were two doors to enter the platform. The one he entered was less crowded, so it should be the entrance to the second-class and first-class cars.
After waiting on the platform for **0 minutes, Zhou Wen heard the sound of a whistle in the distance. The sound of the whistle is not loud, but it is very distant.
He looked far to the right and saw a black spot in the distance like an exclamation point, smoking.
The black spots slowly began to become clearer, and the outline of the locomotive was faintly visible.
There was also a faint roaring sound in my ears, not very fast. Zhou Wen completely released his senses and felt a slight vibration under his feet.
Turning around to look at Xu Dacheng and the others who were still stretching their necks, they knew that their visual senses were probably more than double those of ordinary people.
After a few more minutes, Xu Dacheng shouted: "It's coming, it's coming, I saw it."
The train is coming. The locomotive wheezed and wheezed, carrying thick smoke and carrying more than a dozen carriages closer and closer.
Zhou Wen clearly saw that the style of the carriage at the back was the same as that of the old-fashioned train from the previous generation. The front and rear doors, step ladders, and windows were all the same.
The train began to brake when it was far away, spraying thick steam mist on both sides. Feeling the increasingly stronger vibrations under their feet, everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Before the train could stop, countless people rushed to the carriages in front. You chase after me and strive to be the first.
As the saying goes: the poles and ropes are thrown wildly, and the dustpans and baskets fly together.
Zhou Wen knew that the third-class carriages were all close to the locomotive. Steam locomotives in this era all burned coal, and the carriages near the locomotive had to eat coal ash on the road.
Without hesitating too much emotion, Zeng Erniu led a group of people to the last caboose. There was only one conductor in the caboose wearing a large cap. After looking at the official document, he asked everyone to get on the bus.
Caboose carriages are shorter than normal carriages. After Zhou Wen and the others entered, they found that there were already several people dressed as ordinary people sitting inside. They were probably all related people.
On the right side of the carriage is a row of wooden hard seats. There were no seats on the left, and there were a lot of sacks and boxes piled up. This is the cargo that flight attendants use to make extra money for others.
The flight attendant called up the people who were sitting and gave their seats to Zhou Wen and the others.
Zeng Erniu was not polite and took the lead in inviting everyone to sit down. The few ordinary people sat on the sacks or wooden boxes opposite. No one spoke.
After the train started moving for a while, Zhou Wen felt the speed of the train and estimated that the speed would not exceed 60 kilometers per hour.
There was nothing much to talk about in the car, Xu Dacheng had already fallen asleep. Zhou Wen looked around, unknowingly taking a few more glances at the gun Zeng Erniu placed in front of him.
This is the famous Hanyang-made 7.9mm rifle. It is an improved model of the old sleeve rifle that Zhou Wen grabbed in the woods. The barrel sleeve device has been eliminated. This can be regarded as a famous gun of China's generation, and it was used until after liberation.
Zeng Erniu saw Zhou Wen paying attention to his gun, so he stretched out the gun and handed it to Zhou Wen and said: "Brother Zhou, if you want to see it, just take it to see. It's not loaded, so it won't be a problem."
Zhou Wen smiled and nodded, taking the gun over. As soon as he grasped the handle of the gun with his right hand, a familiar feeling filled his body. It feels so much better than the old sleeve.
He couldn't help but pull the bolt, turned his head and squinted to look at the barrel of the gun carefully. Seeing that it was dark and shiny inside, I put my finger in and touched it. Then I turned the muzzle of the gun and looked inside the barrel, and found that the rifling was clearly visible. He nodded and said, "It's well maintained."
I thought that if there was such a gun in the woods and enough bullets, I would be confident that I could kill all the bandits in the mountains.
He stood up, raised the gun to his shoulder, pushed the bolt, and aimed outside the carriage. These actions were all coherent and natural. Seeing this, Zeng Erniu praised repeatedly: "Brother Zhou is an expert. How come you feel like you have been handling guns for many years at such a young age? It's not simple! It's not simple."
