"Comrade passengers, please note that the 131 train you are on is about to leave. Comrades who get off for shopping and errands, please return to the carriage as soon as possible. We are the 131 youth charter group of the Beijing train section."
In the clear and sweet voice, Li Aiguo returned to the locomotive cab.
The co-driver, Master Liu, smiled at him: "I didn't expect you to be really good at it. That kick just now was so refreshing."
"Oh, you can't be soft when dealing with Tianjin Wei's gangsters."
Li Aiguo checked the instrument panel to make sure that the pointers were within the normal range and prepared to start the train.
He turned to look at Master Liu.
"Comrade co-driver, observe the situation outside."
Master Liu turned sideways, looked forward, and reported: "The signal light is not on, and it cannot be operated for the time being."
"What happened?"
Li Aiguo frowned.
It stands to reason that the bell at the station has rang and the doors have been closed, so the train should be able to leave directly.
Master Liu poked his head out and took a look for a moment, then reported: "There was an old woman riding the train who seemed to have gone to the grocery store next to the platform to buy some goods, but she didn't hear the departure bell."
"Fortunately, her husband was in the car and heard the announcement and called the flight attendant to open the door."
"The old lady is running this way now. We still need to wait for two minutes."
Haha, I didn’t expect that the suggestion I just put forward would be effective.
The corners of Li Aiguo's mouth raised slightly.
certainly.
The suggestions can be implemented thanks to the relatively high ideological consciousness of people in this era.
Most of the staff on the railway also have the concept of serving the people.
If you put it in future generations, you can only enjoy this kind of treatment unless you bring a passport.
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After passing Beicang Station and Yangcun Station, the time came to 12:30 noon.
The co-driver, Master Liu, picked up the route map and looked at it carefully. He saw that it would take a long time to reach the next stop, and the railway also passed through flat areas along the way.
At this time, the train is running smoothly and no driver is required to control it.
He put down the route map, looked at Li Aiguo and said, "Driver, should we have lunch?"
Li Aiguo checked the instrument and saw that the pointers were within the safe range. He took out a first-class train meal ticket from his pocket and handed it over: "Master Liu, please go to the dining car."
The stoker Lao Zheng also took out a train meal ticket from his pocket and handed it over. It was just a second-class meal ticket.
In this era, there is a professional term for meals on trains, called 'train meals'.
Train meals are divided into four types: A, B, C and D according to different prices.
Purchasing meal vouchers only requires money, no food stamps are required.
Passengers who need to eat need to buy meal tickets in the dining car.
The type of meal is not indicated on the meal ticket, and it feels a bit like opening a blind box.
There is nothing delicious in this era.
Class A's meal is a little meaty, Class B's meal is white rice, Class C's meal is black cornstarch, plus stick noodle porridge and pickles.
However, because the price is affordable and no food stamps are required, many passengers still choose to eat on the train.
Members of the private group can receive meal tickets of corresponding levels according to their level before boarding the bus.
The driver, co-driver and conductor are first-class meals.
Stoker workers, stewards, water carriers, and police officers all receive second-class meals.
in addition.
In addition to meal tickets, each person can also receive two tea coupons.
Li Aiguo was a little surprised that it cost money to drink boiled water on the train.
But when I think about it carefully, I feel relieved.
There were very few tea stove cars on the railways in this era. Even the Beijing Railway Bureau, which had the best equipment, only had more than twenty tea stove cars.
On trains without tea stove cars, the boiling water that passengers drink is placed in special iron buckets and carried up from the platform by conductors and station staff.
Labor costs have increased significantly, so it is natural to sell them externally.
A cup of tea costs 200 old coins, equivalent to 2 cents in Singapore dollars.
(The old currency is the first set of RMB, with the highest face value being 50,000 yuan notes. They were issued in 1948 and stopped in 55 years.)
Of course, there are also segment tickets for tea tickets.
Holders of section tickets can drink unlimited boiled water on the train for 1 cent.
This may be the so-called traveling around the world with reason, but it is difficult to move without money.
While Master Liu went to the dining car to get food, Li Aiguo took out the tea coupons and played with them in his hands.
The tea coupon is actually a rectangular cardboard with the train number and train segment printed in ink on it.
The slogans "Participate in savings and support socialist construction" and "Peace-loving people around the world unite more closely" are printed on the back.
The rough printing process and loud slogans are quite characteristic of the times.
While he was playing with it, the car door was pushed open, and Master Liu came back with three aluminum lunch boxes and a bottle of beer in his hand.
There is no label on the beer bottle, and the railway administration logo is printed on the bottle.
Li Aiguo knew that this beer was produced by a brewery affiliated with the railway department.
It is sold exclusively on railways. No ticket is required. Each bottle costs 30 cents. Passengers call it train beer.
"Master Liu, I'm in such a good mood today. I'm making fun of the train."
The stoker Lao Zheng glanced at Beer and joked.
"Ahem, it's mine." Master Liu handed the lunch box and beer to Li Aiguo with an envious expression: "Someone gave these to our driver Li."
Li Aiguo took the beer and was a little confused: "Who is so generous?"
"It's Comrade Zhang Yazhi from the flight crew." Master Liu smiled and said, "Maybe it's to thank you for helping her stop that gangster."
The locomotive was smoky and the temperature was as high as 30 degrees. Li Aiguo had long been thirsty.
I saw a hard-cover record book hanging in front of my head and took it off.
From bottom to top, swipe violently.
Snapped!
The bottle cap flew out, emitting a faint white mist.
Master Liu was dumbfounded: "Okay, you can play this skill very smoothly."
Li Aiguo smiled lightly and said to himself: Thank you, Miss Douyin.
Pulling out the enamel jar from underneath, Dundun Dun dumped most of the jar.
Then he looked up at Master Liu and Master Zheng: "Tell me, where are your tanks?"
Master Liu and Master Zheng did not expect that Li Patriot would share the beer with them.
You know, 30 cents for a bottle of beer is enough to buy dozens of kilograms of stick noodles.
"Why are you standing there in a daze? We are traveling together as a group, and we never share food and drinks. We only share half when we meet.
We are all comrades in a collective. If we have good things, we must share them.
Two big men, chattering like women. "
Li Aiguo's eyes widened.
It seemed a little weird for a young man to say this to two old masters.
But at this moment, Master Liu and Master Zheng were only moved.
Master Liu looked at Beer's Adam's apple and said, "Since Patriot said so, I, Old Liu, will take advantage of you for once."
Master Zheng also nodded: "Yes, the comrades in our charter group are all brothers and sisters."
The three enamels were raised high, clashed with each other, and drank.
After drinking the beer, my pores shivered and my whole body felt refreshed.
After drinking the beer, Li Aiguo put the beer bottle into a canvas bag. This thing can be exchanged for 2 cents in the dining car.
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Li Aiguo and Master Liu checked the dashboard before opening the aluminum lunch box.
The lunch box contains shredded potatoes and fried meat.
The lunch boxes of Master Zheng and Master Liu contained carrots and fried peppers.
The staple food is white rice.
The chef's skill is average, maybe because of the green vegetables and black pork, Li Aiguo thinks it tastes good.
After Li Aiguo finished his meal, he realized that Master Zheng had already finished eating and had brought a bottle of boiling water from the tea stove cart.
He poured some boiling water into the lunch box, shook the lunch box left and right, and began to drink.
He wiped the water stains on his beard and smiled at Li Aiguo: "After the meal, rinse the lunch box with boiling water, which is equivalent to turning the original soup into the original food, and the patriotism will be a little tidier."
He himself didn't realize that since he got in the car, he had been calling Li Aiguo Li Driver, but now he called him Aiguo.
"Then I'm partial to you, on the whole!"
Li Aiguo smiled and handed over the lunch box.
Full of wine and food, full of energy.
At this time the train also entered Beicang Station.
Li Aiguo began to concentrate on his work.
The train driver's time is spent in the sound of the wheels hitting the rails.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, the train arrived at Jincheng terminal on time.
With a harsh friction sound, the train stopped steadily on the platform.
Li Aiguo finally felt relieved at this time.
The return trip was driven by the main driver Cao Wenzhi, and his debut ended perfectly.
While I was excited, I heard Master Zheng’s cry.
"Hey, Li Aiguo, you are really amazing."
"Including the shovelfuls of coal I filled in at the end, there are exactly 2,718 shovels of coal, which is only 18 shovels wrong from your estimate."
Master Zheng was holding a coal shovel with a look of disbelief on his face.
After working as a stoker for so many years, he still couldn't calculate how many shovels of coal were needed.
How did this kid know?
"What god?"
At this time, Cao Wenzhi, who came to take over the shift, opened the door and came in with the assistant driver and stoker of the main shift.
