Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 20: No Unreasonable Beating of Customers
In the next few days, the situation in the courtyard was calm, and the aftermath of the incident in the corner diminished day by day.

Yi Zhonghai began to patrol the compound with his hands behind his back again, but everyone looked at him strangely.

Qin Huairu went to work as usual every day, and she still inserted black iron rods into the sleeves, and she was still doing foreign work.

After some twists and turns, Jia Xudong became seriously ill and could only lie on the bed half dead.

Xu Damao seemed to have someone to pursue. He squatted in front of the chicken coop all day long, hoping that the old hen would lay eggs.

Wang Weidong lived happily ever after.

Niu Zhijun has treated him like his younger brother since he attended the family banquet in Pitiao Hutong, and Mrs. Niu would occasionally make noodles with fried sauce for him.

Mrs. Niu is from the old capital city, and she can make authentic fried noodles.

The taste is unique, the sauce is outstanding, and the aftertaste is endless.

delicious.

It's not good to always ask others to deliver meals, Wang Weidong also learned how to make noodles with fried sauce.

early morning.

After a brief wash, Wang Weidong took out noodles, meat, green onions, ginger, garlic, dark soy sauce, salt, sweet noodle sauce, cucumbers, and vegetable oil from the ring warehouse.

Chop the minced meat, mince the ginger, mince the onion, and mince the garlic.

Add an appropriate amount of salt, add the sweet noodle sauce, continue to stir-fry to get the aroma of the sweet noodle sauce, and fry it into the meat.

Boil water, add noodles, and mix with sauce.

Soon, a bowl of fragrant fried noodles came out of the pan.

Considering that the aroma of the fried noodles was too weak, Wang Weidong deliberately opened the door of the room when he was frying the meat sauce.

When he sat at the door eating noodles with a bowl in his hand, the aroma had already permeated the entire courtyard.

Easy Zhonghai Home.

Yi Zhonghai took a bite of the cold steamed bun and drank some boiled water.

After being caught in the corner with Qin Huairu, he never had a hot meal.

Smelling the fragrance, I was so greedy that I swallowed my saliva.

"Old lady, can you make me fried noodles at night?"

The aunt gave him a white look: "Find that vixen and help you!"

Jia family.

Without the support of Sha Zhu, Qin Huairu's salary was deducted by half.

Mrs. Jia Zhang could only go to the vegetable market to pick up rotten vegetable leaves that were not wanted by others, chop it up, mix it with some stick noodles, and cook it into vegetable porridge for the whole family to eat.

The rotten vegetable leaves have decayed, not only are they black in color, but they also smell sour.

Uh, that stick noodle was "gifted" by Yi Zhonghai for the first time, and the scene was chaotic at that time, so he was picked up by Stick Noodles.

For this reason, Jia Zhang also boasted that the stick will have a promising future.

Smelling the scent wafting from outside, Jia Zhang knew that Wang Weidong was eating meat again without going out to look.

"Wang Weidong is a little thief, he is too heartless, and he doesn't know how to share with the old lady. He will definitely lose his family in the future." She had a sinister face.

Qin Huairu gulped down plain water, she could have a meal in the factory cafeteria at noon, and Sha Zhu would not shake her hands when serving her vegetables.

Bang Geng limped to the door and looked at Wang Weidong, who was eating noodles with oil dripping from the corners of his mouth, his eyes glistening.

After eating and drinking enough, Wang Weidong burped in satisfaction.

Just as I was about to go to work, I realized I hadn't signed in today.

"Sign in!"

[Ding, sign in successfully, get 100 yuan of money, 5 catties of pork, 10 bananas, [-] catties of cooking oil, and a bicycle ticket]

Wang Weidong's eyes widened, and he was hit violently!
Usually the system only gives some money, meat, sugar and other food, but today there are bicycle tickets.

Wang Weidong has been looking forward to bicycle tickets for a long time.

You know, the Red Star Rolling Mill only gets 10 bicycle tickets a year.

With a bicycle, you can run without your legs.

As a truck driver, Wang Weidong can also drive the truck back to the compound for daily commuting.

He never did.

Too ostentatious!
Even though Niu Zhijun said to his face several times that the truck can be driven casually, Wang Weidong just smiled shyly.

This kind of private use of the bus does not seem to be a big deal, and no one usually cares about it.

Once it is pursued by someone with a heart, and it is put on the line, the trouble will be big.

Sneaking in leftovers like Shazhu will definitely suffer a lot in the future.

Wang Weidong first went to the factory to ask for leave. When Niu Zhijun heard that he was going to buy a bicycle, he immediately recommended him to the supply and marketing cooperative under Zhengyangmen.

It is said that it is the largest supply and marketing cooperative in the city.

Wang Weidong drove the No. 11 bus to the street.

The old low houses on both sides of the street are dotted with old trees full of vicissitudes of history. Being in them seems to be swimming in the long river of history.

Although most of the passers-by were wearing blue and black cotton clothes with patches, and their faces were disheveled, they had the kind of vigor that later generations did not have.

It seems that all difficulties are not a problem in front of them.

Zhengyangmen Supply and Marketing Cooperative is 5 miles away from the courtyard house.

When Wang Weidong saw the signboard of the supply and marketing cooperative, his legs were already weak and his mouth was dry.

The supply and marketing cooperative is a small two-story building built of green bricks.

On the gray walls are large red characters serving the people, and the windows are green-painted wooden frames with frosted glass inlaid on them.

Wang Weidong walked up three concrete steps, pushed aside the brown and green cotton curtain, and came into the store.

The supply and marketing cooperative is divided into two parts.

The outside shop sells rice noodles, oil and salt, soy sauce and vinegar, needles and threads, as well as daily necessities such as batteries and kerosene lamps.

The inner room is for bicycles, radios and other big-ticket items.

It feels a bit like a big supermarket in later generations.

All the furnishings are of wooden structure.

Wooden shelves, wooden counters, even vats for soy sauce and vinegar are made of wood.

A few salesmen and aunts gathered around the counter, knocking on melon seeds, chattering, and talking to their parents.

Wang Weidong wanted to go straight to the back, but when he saw Arctic Ocean soda on the wooden shelf, he thought that he hadn't tasted it since he came to this world.

He walked to the counter and smiled shyly: "Comrade, buy a bottle of Arctic Ocean."

Those salesmen and aunts seemed to have not heard what Wang Weidong said, and continued to gather together, chattering.

A younger aunt even turned her head to look at Bai Wang Weidong, as if to say, don't disturb our chat.

Then, it started chattering again.

"Hey, do you know that Da Hong went on a blind date with my nephew?"

"Really? Dahong is so capable, and Niu's family is so rich. If your nephew can marry Dahong, then wait and enjoy the blessing."

"Comrade!" After standing for a long time, no one paid any attention, so Wang Weidong had to raise his voice and knocked on the counter.

This annoyed the aunt of the salesperson. The younger aunt drooped her face and said impatiently, "What are you shouting for? I heard you. Don't you see that you're busy? You really don't have any eyesight!"

Then, they continued chatting and laughing.

Wang Weidong wanted to get angry when he saw a slogan written in red paint on the wall.

"Civilized service, do not beat customers without reason!"

Then I remembered that there is no such thing as God is the customer these days.

Well, I can't afford to mess with it, so I stopped drinking soda!
Wang Weidong was about to turn his head and leave when the cotton curtain was kicked open from the outside.

A brawny man in a blue salesman's uniform with two upturned braids walked in angrily.

While walking, he muttered: "You old man, why are you so ungrateful? This is causing trouble, and I will be scolded by my brother!"

Wang Weidong recognized at a glance that she was Niu Zhijun's younger sister, the Valkyrie.

He was about to say hello, when the group of salesgirls next to him saw the Valkyrie, they all stood up quickly, with concern on their faces:
"Dahong, is there any drama in today's blind date?" asked the older aunt.

"It will definitely work. My nephew is my nephew who has a blind date with Dahong. He grew up in Huling and studied with Zen Master Weimi. He is very good at fighting wolves with his bare hands." The younger aunt said with a smile.

"That's right, that's right, we Dahong finally met our lover, you are a match made in heaven." The older aunt clapped her hands happily.

(End of this chapter)