Asking Ran Qiuye to donate stationery to poor students, Wang Weidong was relieved of his heartache.
After coming to this era in person and seeing it with my own eyes.
He knows that reality is a hundred times crueler than the TV series.
The whole family only has one pair of trousers, and whoever goes out wears them.
No fabric, urea bags for pants.
Toilet paper is just a tile.
Of course, Wang Weidong thinks that corn sticks are better, and they can be used to light the fire after being sassafrased.
In some villages, there is only one pot in the whole village.
As for food, Wo Wotou, pickled vegetable dumplings, and wild vegetable dumplings are already considered delicious.
Those in the courtyard houses have jobs, monthly wages, and living conditions that are far superior to those of ordinary people, but they are still not satisfied.
Of course, Wang Weidong didn't want to and couldn't change all this.
He can only do what he can to ensure his own safety.
The money to buy stationery came from an iron box under the truck seat, which can withstand traceability.
Even if something happens to Ran Qiuye, those with ulterior motives will not be able to do anything to Wang Weidong.
It was almost noon when Wang Weidong returned to the courtyard on his bicycle.
Yan Bugui was restless all morning, pacing back and forth in the room.
"Old man, what happened?" asked the third aunt.
"When Weidong comes back, I don't know if the blind date has happened." Yan Bugui looked a little nervous.
"Wei Dong is on a blind date, why are you so anxious to get angry? Why don't you help me cook the pot and steam the steamed buns for noon today." The third aunt said.
"Wotou, we know Wotou. When Wei Dong comes back, we will have pig's trotters to eat!" Yan Bugui said, reaching into his pocket and touching the list of matchmaker gifts.
"Oh, just wait!" The third aunt shook her head helplessly.
Yan Bugui considered himself a civilized person and never interfered with housework. He wanted him to cook the pot unless the sun came out from the west.
Hearing the car bell ringing in the distance, Yan Bugui ran out quickly.
This time Wang Weidong saw him from afar and braked early.
"Third uncle, are you going out for a walk this noon?"
Yan Bugui smiled and said, "Weidong, how was the blind date? Did Teacher Ran agree?"
"It's yellow!" Wang Weidong laughed.
"Is it yellow?" Yan Bugui looked stunned.
According to his many years of matchmaking experience, these two people are 100% matched. How could they be cheating?
"Yes, it's shameful. Teacher Ran doesn't like us." Wang Weidong said, pretending to be angry, got on his bike and walked towards the courtyard.
Holding the list of matchmaker gifts, Yan Bugui stood in the cold wind, doubting life.
"Why don't you like it?"
"Veteran, truck driver, what else does Ran Qiuye want to find?"
"My old hen..."
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After returning home, Wang Weidong put down his satchel, took out the straw paper from under the quilt, and continued to draw the design of the sprinkler.
I was busy until the end of the night, and the beast returned to its nest, but there was no progress.
Due to lack of professional mechanical design knowledge, Wang Weidong was unable to calculate the bending rate of sheet metal.
"Should we ask the master in the factory for advice?"
Wang Weidong fell into a deep sleep with this idea.
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Early morning is the beginning of the day, so signing in is indispensable.
[Ding, you signed in successfully and got 50 yuan in money and a big rooster]
If you get tired of eating the big cock, throw it away in the warehouse.
Breakfast is very simple, stewed millet porridge and fried eggs.
The eggs these days are all stupid eggs. The golden yolk lies in the middle of the tender white, like a little sun, lighting up the whole day.
After simply cleaning the porcelain bowl, Wang Weidong got on his bag, got on his bicycle, and was ready to go to work.
With a "squeak" sound, the door next door was pushed open.
Xu Damao had just finished breakfast and was getting ready to go to work.
He saw Wang Weidong with a smile on his face: "Old Wang next door, go to work."
Wang Weidong saw his energetic look and asked, "Da Mao, seeing that you are so happy, a happy event is coming soon."
Wang Weidong came back from his car and heard gossip in the courtyard.
Xu Damao fell in love with someone, who seemed to be Lou Bancheng's daughter, who was probably going to get rich.
Lou Bancheng is a great patriotic capitalist.
In the past, the owner of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill was Lou Bancheng. Now it is a state-owned enterprise, and Lou Bancheng serves as the director of the steel rolling mill.
At this time, the wind has not yet risen, and the Lou family is considered a top-notch respectable family.
This makes everyone in the courtyard envious.
"Yes, I guess it will be settled in a while. Mr. Wang next door, you must come to the wedding banquet."
Xu Damao looked proud, hummed a tune, and walked away with square steps.
Wang Weidong looked at his back and fell into deep thought.
Xu Damao is a movie projectionist, and he has free working hours. He can also get some benefits from his fellow villagers when he goes to the countryside to show movies.
On weekdays, old hens, mushrooms, and chestnuts are often brought home.
The treatment is much better than that of ordinary workers.
Moreover, he belongs to the Propaganda Section of the Logistics Department, where everyone is a direct descendant of the factory leaders.
Does Xu Damao have a deep relationship in the factory?
However, Wang Weidong knew that Xu Damao was insidious and cunning, and it was difficult to ask directly, so he could only bury this idea in his heart.
Wang Weidong rode on his beloved bicycle and headed straight to the motorcade facing the rising sun.
When I arrived at the convoy, I saw that there were only two trucks left on the cement ground, one was my own and the other was Niu Zhijun’s.
Wang Weidong opened the door of the dispatch room and saw Niu Zhijun dozing off on the table.
"Captain, what is my mission today?"
Niu Zhijun's eyes were red, he rubbed his face and said with a smile:
"Weidong is here, you are late."
"That boy Yu Changsheng was off work today, so he came here early in the morning to drive the car for you."
After saying that, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know what kind of drug you gave this kid. When he sees you, he feels closer to you than when he sees me, the captain."
It's not because of that chicken leg...
But Yu Changsheng, this boy, actually knows how to repay his kindness.
Wang Weidong scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Maybe Changsheng saw that I just came back from a long journey."
"By the way, Captain, why didn't you get out of the car today?"
Wang Weidong was wondering as soon as he walked in. Niu Zhijun wished he could live in a truck 24 hours a day. How could he sit on Diaoyutai today?
Niu Zhijun spat and said angrily: "Hey, don't mention it. Didn't I go to deliver goods to the big threshold in the west of the city yesterday? The truck broke down after unloading it. I fiddled with it for a long time and didn't clean it up, so I let Shouhou Towed back."
"It seems that the injector is broken. Now Lao Bai has gone to the logistics warehouse to look for spare parts. I don't know if he can find them."
After saying that, he lowered his head and looked disappointed, as if his wife had run away with someone else.
Wang Weidong understood his feelings.
To a truck driver, a truck is a soldier's gun and a student's pen.
A truck driver who does not have a truck to drive cannot stand upright in the factory.
In later generations, when the truck broke down, the towing company towed it to a repair shop, replaced the broken parts with new ones, and then it was repaired.
In this day and age, most trucks are pieced together, and the parts and models are also made from dismantled parts. There are many types and varieties.
Sometimes, if a small screw is missing, a truck may not be able to move for a month.
Niu Zhijun was lucky this time, as his truck broke down in the city.
The last time Shouhou went to Inner Mongolia to deliver a batch of farm tools, everything went bad.
It was a desert and sparsely populated.
The thin monkey walked from dawn to dusk on two legs, and then from dusk to dawn.
He also encountered two wild wolves on the road, which scared him so much that he cried for his father and ran away until he finally found someone for help.
The people on the reclamation farm hitched up horse-drawn carriages and transported the farm tools away, but they were unable to do anything with such heavy equipment as trucks.
There is no place in the nearby city that can repair trucks.
There was no other way, so Niu Zhijun had to drive a truck from Beijing and tow the truck and Shouhou back from Inner Mongolia.
One trip, two people and two cars, took a full half a month.
Slim Monkey also lost several pounds, and it took him a while to recover before he recovered.
Under such conditions, it is particularly important to try to prevent the truck from having as many problems as possible, or to detect problems as early as possible.
After more than a month of observation, Wang Weidong has a good understanding of the current situation of the team.
There are ten trucks in the fleet, ten truck masters, and three mechanics.
Master Bai Wanxi repaired tractors when he was young. He was considered a talent by the leaders and was specially hired to join the factory.
His two apprentices couldn't even tell the difference between oil circuits and electrical circuits, and they were not even half-skilled.
When something goes wrong with a truck, just hit it with a hammer.
Once it's done, it's fixed.
If the knocking is not good, go to the logistics warehouse to dismantle the car parts.
Scrap parts are parts removed from old trucks.
There is no such thing as scrapped vehicles in these days. Whenever there are trucks, cars, or tractors in the factory that cannot move, they will be dismantled into pieces.
Parts belong to the Logistics Office.
Glass and iron sheets will be recycled and reused, and nothing will be wasted.
Even the steel in the bearings will become children's toys.
If the level of repairmen can be improved or a standardized maintenance process can be established, the frequency of truck problems will definitely be reduced.
Thinking of this, Wang Weidong looked at Niu Zhijun who was sighing and said: "Captain, I want to make a suggestion."
"Suggestion? If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have something to say, say it quickly. How can you, a veteran, act like a cultured person and do things like these mothers-in-law and mothers." Niu Zhijun was annoyed and couldn't say anything good.
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