Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 25 Earn Extra Money

On the road, the truck stopped firmly in front of the gray uniform.

"Comrade driver, are you going to Tangshan?" The gray uniform ran up the mountain, took out a red box of flowers from his pocket, and passed it through the car window.

Wang Weidong waved his hand: "Thank you, I don't smoke.

Pass Tangshan, do not enter the urban area. "

The gray uniform was overjoyed when he heard the words: "It's okay if you don't enter the city, how much is the fare?"

He was waiting on the side of the road yesterday and encountered several trucks, none of which passed through Tangshan.

"Tangshan is about 1 miles away from the capital, the cab costs 5 yuan, and the truck bucket costs [-] yuan." Wang Weidong frowned, recalling the fee schedule provided by the captain, and said with a smile.

Such a long distance, sitting in the car bucket in this cold weather, will be frozen into a popsicle.

"One yuan is a bit expensive." The gray uniform hesitated.

In the shop, pork costs seventy-five cents a catty, eggs cost five cents a catty, and stick noodles cost eight cents a catty, while pigeons are more expensive at fifteen cents.
At the Xinjiekou Cinema on Zhimen Inner Street, watching a movie only costs five cents.

There's so much you can do for a dollar.

Wang Weidong shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and shook his head: "It's fine if you think it's too expensive, please give me a way, I have to hurry."

With that said, with his hand on the gear lever, he was about to release the brake and step on the accelerator.

The gray uniform saw that Wang Weidong refused to give in.

He could only sigh helplessly, took out the one dollar he had prepared from his pocket, and handed it in through the car window.

He knew the price, and just wanted to pay a little less.

Wang Weidong took the one dollar, casually threw it into the iron box under the base, and pushed open the passenger door.

"Come up."

The gray uniform entered the cab and looked around.

Spotless instrument panels, clean seat cushions, wooden gear handles wrapped in soft cloth.

There is no smell of motor oil that makes people vomit.

"Comrade driver, your truck is quite clean." He admired.

"The truck is the driver's home, so it's natural to clean it up." Wang Weidong laughed.

While driving, he looked at the gray uniform out of the corner of his eye, and said with a smile: "Comrade, by the way you look, you should be a leader."

Gray uniform, brass-breasted, at least a small cadre.

What's more, he still has a pen in his upper right pocket.

"In the unit, I'm just a small section chief, not a leader." The gray uniform smiled.

The truck raced along the road, and the two chatted away.

After a while, Wang Weidong will know.

The name in the gray uniform is Wang Jianguo. He graduated from high school and is the section chief of the Beijing Meteorological Station. He lives in Ju'er Hutong. He has two children, a boy and a girl, and he has a golden poodle.

The daughter-in-law works in a trust store.This time I went back to my hometown to attend my nephew's wedding.

He waited in line for a long time and failed to buy a train ticket, so he was about to miss the wedding.

I heard from a colleague that there are passing trucks on the highway outside the city, and one yuan can go to Tangshan.

Although one yuan is a lot, it is nothing compared to the wedding of relatives.

Wang Jianguo also thinks that Wang Weidong is a good young man who is worth dating. He is also a truck driver, and he will be able to use him in the future.

The two exchanged addresses and office phone numbers.

Well, Wang Weidong picked up another friend on the road.

The truck was speeding along the road, passing Beishi Village in the southern suburbs, which is the wealthiest village around the capital.

There are green brick and tile houses on the roadside, and the plaster on the walls is painted with the slogan "Go all out, strive for the top, build the motherland with more, faster, better, and economical".

A group of peasants wearing navy blue padded jackets and black padded trousers were squatting on the side of the road holding pipes and pans.

When they saw the truck approaching, they waved from afar.

"Master driver, are you going to Shilipo?"

"Passing by, 2 cents a person, ride in the bucket."

"Okay, pay ye."

"Master driver, I'm going to Xianghe."

"Xianghe, 120 miles, 2 cents."

"Master, it's so cold, I pay 5 cents, can I sit in the cab?"

"The driver's cab is full, only the bucket, do you want to sit?"

"Okay then, 2 cents, you take it."

These days, there are not many cars on the road every day. If you miss this one, you can only walk with your legs.

Less than a hundred miles away from the capital, the cab of the truck was full of people.

Uh... and two big fat pigs who grunt and grunt.

Big Fat Pig also collects money per head.

There was also five yuan and eighty-two cents in the iron box under the seat.

That's a bonus for truck drivers.

Sometimes after a month, the extra money is more than the salary paid by the factory.

Wang Weidong is not short of this money.

He could have pretended not to see it, let the passengers wait in the cold wind, and drove the truck straight to Anshan.

However, everyone is poor these days, and there must be special reasons for willing to pay for a ride.

Maybe it's bad health, maybe it's something urgent.

Wang Weidong is doing a good deed.

Of course, he can also let people ride for free without charging for the car.

Then the hitchhiker rides for free this time, and the next time he encounters another truck, he will not be willing to pay any more.

Other truck drivers, who have no extra money, will not stop when they meet these people who are in a hurry.

This becomes Zigong redeeming people.

This kind of extra money has become the norm for truck drivers, and everyone takes it for granted.

There is even a toll schedule circulating among truck drivers, charging by mileage, 1 cent for [-] kilometers.

On the first day Wang Weidong entered the convoy, under the force of Niu Zhijun, he memorized the fee schedule.

Earning extra money doesn't usually lead to trouble.

However, after Wang Weidong joined the truck team, he still made a suggestion to Niu Zhijun.

After leaving the city, cover the license plate with a red cloth.

In this way, on the one hand, it can ward off evil spirits, and on the other hand, it can also deceive people.

Anyway, there is no traffic police on the road to check the license plate, and there is no fishing law enforcement.

In this way, even if someone wants to find trouble to report, they don't know who to report.

While driving, Wang Weidong chatted with the "passengers".

He runs sports cars all the year round, is well-informed, and occasionally tells some short jokes, which makes the "passengers" burst into laughter from time to time.

Especially in the back row, sitting next to the black iron pot, the young man with a scar at the corner of his mouth already called Wang Weidong "brother" one by one.

Not long after, the truck passed Wangsiying, and the two big fat pig passengers got off.

Wang Weidong continued to drive the truck, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a skinny little daughter-in-law who was wearing blue-gray cotton-padded trousers and a purple turban on the side of the road, walking hard step by step in the cold wind.

What attracted his attention was that the little daughter-in-law had a red cotton bundle in her arms, wrapping the child.

Judging from the size of the burden, the child should be less than one month old.

There is no village in front of this place, and no shop behind.

The cold wind blew on people's faces like a knife.

A woman with a child suffers too much.

Wang Weidong slowed down and slowly approached the little daughter-in-law.

Stepped on the brake, pushed open the door, and yelled at the little daughter-in-law: "Comrade, do you want a ride?"

The little daughter-in-law stopped and looked at the truck suspiciously at first, with joy in her big eyes, and then she looked down, her little head shaking like a rattle.

With timid eyes, pursed lips: "No, brother, I have no money."

(End of this chapter)