Bah...
Wang Dakui struck a match and lit the kerosene lamp.
Dim yellow flames burst out with billowing black smoke.
The room, which was already full of damp smell, had a peculiar smell of kerosene.
The originally white asbestos tiles were turned black by the smoke from kerosene lamps.
Taking advantage of Wang Dakui's break in pouring water, Li Aiguo looked around the room carefully.
This room is more like a shack than a house.
Worn wooden boards serve as walls, the ground is loess, and a poplar tree as thick as a bowl stands in the middle of the house.
The tree pole broke through the asbestos tiles on the ceiling, and the edges of the cracked asbestos tiles were coated with black grease.
It may have been there for some time, and black grease flowed down the tree trunks. A gap was exposed on the roof, and the bright stars in the sky could be vaguely seen.
There was a pile of burlap bags piled up in the corner of the room, and there was a kang bed against the wall.
The room was in a mess.
Earthen stoves, pots and pans, a square table, and a few horses were piled haphazardly, without even a place to stand.
Since entering the house, Li Aiguo felt that Wang Dakui was different from before. His face was less youthful and more calm.
After taking the enamel jar, Li Aiguo found a clean place to sit down and took off his hat.
"Er Mao, how are you, becoming a train driver?"
Looking at Li Aiguo's work clothes, Wang Dakui's eyes flashed with a little loss.
"This, it belongs to my father." Li Aiguo pointed to the clothes on his body and smiled: "The exam still has to wait half a month."
"If you study so well on weekdays, you will definitely become a train driver. I heard that the chief driver can earn one hundred and twenty yuan a month."
"How can it be so easy to become a driver? My dad has been working for so many years and is still just a regular driver."
"Sooner or later, if you're not like me, you'll have to hang out in the pigeon market."
Wang Dakui was very happy for Li Aiguo. He took out a big one and handed it to Li Aiguo. He put his hands together and lit one for him, and then lit one himself.
Thinking of his own experience, under the flickering light of the fire and the cover of smoke, his face looked as if he had eaten an astringent persimmon.
Li Aiguo knew Wang Dakui's thoughts.
Wang Dakui, like his predecessor, dreams of becoming a train driver.
only.
Before liberation, Wang Dakui's father had managed the ancestral hall for the Kui family in Heizhima Hutong. When the composition was determined, it was designated as "Guan Gong Tang".
Managing the courts and collecting school rent are also a type of land rent exploitation. This is the original words in "How to Analyze Rural Classes".
Although Wang Dakui was under 18 at the time and did not need to be classified as a train driver, he needed to go through layers of scrutiny to become a train driver.
As a descendant of Guan Gongtang, Wang Dakui has no hope of becoming a truck driver.
He could only drop out of school early to help his mother, who was in poor health, support the family.
As a friend.
Li Aiguo cannot add salt to Wang Dakui's wounds.
Changing the topic, he picked up his hat and patted away the dust: "This hat of mine is too much."
After hearing Li Aiguo's words, Wang Dakui raised his head and said slowly:
“It was nothing originally.
In the past few years, people often wore this kind of hat in the pigeon market.
Last winter, a group of people appeared out of nowhere.
There were seven or eight young people, all of whom were practitioners.
Wearing a black woolen hat on his head, he carried a canvas bag containing a kitchen knife and a steel wire awl.
They were hiding on the side of the road outside New Beiqiao.
If you enter the pigeon market empty-handed, they will pretend to be smoking and farting next to you.
If you encounter someone carrying a handbag on their shoulders, they will huff and puff and surround you in a large group.
Those who hang out in the pigeon market all year round are all bold and bold, and some even carry box guns.
But seven or eight people are surrounding you.
The kitchen knife is placed on your neck, and the awl is pressed against your waist.
Even if you have two box guns, you still have to be honest.
Those people are not showy, they are cruel.
The second king who was practicing stalls with me was blocked by them. They just pushed him and were captured by those people.
The two kings' waists were broken at that time.
Before being sent to the hospital, he died.
Poor his mother and sister, they had no choice but to leave the capital and seek refuge with their maternal uncle in Baoding. "
Perhaps realizing that he was going too far, Wang Dakui rubbed his face and said, "From that time on, the stallholders, ticket sellers, and men in the pigeon market all called the black woolen hat a robbery hat.
The gang was later wiped out, but no one dared to wear the robbery hat again. "
"You said that group of people was wiped out, by whom?"
Wang Dakui said:
“Of course it’s the comrades from the police station.
The leaders of the pigeon market had sex with Woolen Hat several times.
I couldn't take advantage, but got several discounts.
As soon as they put their heads together, they set up a trap.
The woolen hat was so silly that he kept rushing forward.
They were all taken away at that time, and the grass on the grave should be two feet high. "
Li Aiguo: "..."
Sure enough, in the face of the general trend, no matter how awesome you are, you have to lie down.
Wang Dakui said: "Of course, this was done in an unethical manner. People in the pigeon market rarely mentioned this, but from then on they established a rule not to wear woolen hats."
Wang Dakui felt a little uncomfortable when talking to Li Aiguo about the matter. After chatting for a few words, he brought the topic back to Li Aiguo.
"What are you going to buy at the pigeon market today?"
Li Aiguo didn't hide it from him: "Food stamps, meat stamps, egg stamps, vegetable stamps, and by the way, some more fruit stamps."
"That's all. You don't need to go to the pigeon market, I can get it for you." Wang Dakui said, patting his chest.
Seeing that Wang Dakui was willing to help, Li Aiguo naturally did not refuse and took out twenty yuan from his pocket.
Before he handed it over, he was pushed away by Wang Dakui: "You saved my life back then. If I accept your money for this little gadget, will I, Dakui, still have the face to hang out on the street in the future?"
Li Aiguo really saved Wang Dakui.
It was just a matter of the two of them skipping class and sneaking onto the railway track.
Wang Dakui's foot was stuck in the railroad track.
A train happened to be passing by, and it was Li Aiguo who tried his best to pull out his feet.
Li Aiguo did not regard himself as a savior, he just felt that Wang Dakui's feet were smelly.
...
Li Aiguo understands Wang Dakui's temperament.
This man is very kind and loyal.
If you keep the money at this time, it would be like slapping him in the face.
"Okay, let's wait until you get the things I want, then we'll figure it out."
Li Aiguo looked at the roof and saw that the sky was already white.
He stood up and said: "It's almost dawn, I still have to review my homework, so I have to go back first."
Wang Dakui stood up and sent Li Aiguo off: "The things you want are not in large quantities and are quite fragmented. I think it will take a whole day. You can come here to get them in the evening. How about it?"
"OK."
Li Aiguo turned his head and looked at the hut next to him. Seeing that there was no movement inside, he smiled and said, "Please say hello to my aunt for me."
When Li Aiguo was in school, he once met Wang Dakui's mother.
A very capable old lady. After her husband died of illness, she raised her son by sewing clothes for others.
It's just that at that time, Wang Dakui's family lived in a large courtyard next to the courtyard instead of living in this dilapidated alley.
After leaving the Wang family's door, it was already bright and Li Aiguo could see the surrounding situation clearly.
This alley is full of temporary houses, sewage is flowing on the ground, and there is a faint smell in the air. Someone must have emptied the toilet directly on the road.
Why did Wang Dakui's family move to this shabby place?
With doubts, Li Aiguo returned to the courtyard.
He tightened his collar, stepped across the threshold, and bumped into Yan Bugui, who was rushing forward.
Yan Bugui staggered when he was hit, and the tin bucket and net bag in his hands fell to the ground.
Li Aiguo reacted quickly and reached out to hold his arm so that he did not fall.
Yan Bugui ignored the pain in his ribs and picked up the net bag and tin bucket. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there were no bumps.
He raised his head and said thank you: "Thank you!
"Yo! I'm patriotic. I got up early enough."
After recognizing Li Aiguo, the small eyes behind Yanbu's tortoise shell glasses blinked.
"Third uncle, what are you doing in a hurry?" Li Aiguo greeted.
A hand-made net and a white iron bucket, this equipment is definitely not for serious work.
Yan Bugui laughed twice: "I just got the idea that the ditch on Qianmen Street is draining water, and there must be fish in it. I won't tell you, because I got there late and the good spot was taken over by others."
The Qianmen ditch is connected to Shichahai and is usually filled with sewage.
Every once in a while, the gate will be opened in the district to flush out the sewage with lake water, and the big and small fish that usually hide at the bottom of the lake will run out along the ditch.
Most people dislike dirty water and won't fish out the fish in it.
But when Yan Bugui passed by as a dung truck, the people who wanted to get up to smell it could be ordinary people?
"I won't chat with you anymore, I have to go."
Yan Bugui took two steps and seemed to think of something. He turned back and said, "Aiguo, I'll introduce you to someone. What do you think?"
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