Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 32 My Old Hen.
Asking Ran Qiuye to donate stationery to poor students, Wang Weidong was relieved.

When you come to this era in person and witness it with your own eyes.

He knows that reality is a hundred times crueler than TV dramas.

Everyone in the family has only one pair of trousers, and whoever goes out wears them.

No fabric, urea bags for trousers.

Toilet paper is a tile.

Of course, Wang Weidong thinks that corn sticks are better, and they can be used to light a fire after wiping off sassafras.

In some villages, there is only one pot in the whole village.

As for food, steamed buns, pickled vegetables, and wild vegetable dumplings are already delicious.

Those people in the courtyard house have jobs and monthly wages, and their living conditions are far beyond that of ordinary people, and they are still not satisfied.

Of course, Wang Weidong didn't want to, and couldn't change all of this.

He can only do a little bit to protect his own safety.

The money for the stationery came from an iron box under the seat of the truck, which could not be traced.

Even if something happens to Ran Qiuye, those people with ulterior motives will have nothing to do with Wang Weidong.

It was almost noon when Wang Weidong returned to the courtyard by bicycle.

All morning, Yan Bugui was restless and paced back and forth in the room.

"Old man, what happened?" asked the third mother.

"When Wei Dong comes back, I don't know if the blind date is over." Yan Bugui looked a little nervous.

"Weidong is on a blind date, why are you so anxious to get angry? Why don't you help me cook the pot and steam steamed buns for lunch today." The third mother.

"Wotou, I know Wotou. When Weidong 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 mother shook her head helplessly.

Yan Bugui considers himself a cultural person, and never interferes with housework, and wants him to cook the pot unless the sun comes out from the west.

Hearing the car bell in the distance, Yan Bugui ran out quickly.

This time Wang Weidong saw him from afar and braked early.

"Third Master, come out for a walk at noon?"

Yan Bugui smiled and said, "Weidong, how's the blind date going, does Teacher Ran agree?"

"Yellow!" Wang Weidong laughed.

"Yellow?" Yan Bugui looked stunned.
According to his many years of matchmaking experience, the two are 100% matched, how could it be Huang?

"Yes, it's yellow. Teacher Ran doesn't like us." Wang Weidong said, pretending to be angry, and rode on the bicycle and walked to the courtyard.

Yan Bugui stood in the cold wind holding the list of matchmaker gifts, doubting his life.

"Why can't you see it?"

"Veteran, truck driver, what else does Ran Qiuye want to find!"

"My old hen."

When he got home, Wang Weidong put down his satchel, took out the toilet paper from under the quilt, and continued to draw the design of the sprinkler.

I was busy until it was dark, and the beast returned to its nest, but there was no progress.

Due to the lack of professional mechanical design knowledge, Wang Weidong could not calculate the bending rate of sheet metal.

"Do you want to ask the old master in the factory for advice?"

With this thought in mind, Wang Weidong fell into a deep sleep.

Early morning is the beginning of the day, and signing in is naturally indispensable.

[Ding, sign in successfully, get 50 yuan of money, 1 big rooster]

The big cock is tired, throw it in the warehouse.

Breakfast is very simple, stewed millet porridge, fried eggs.

Eggs these days are stupid eggs. The golden yolk lies in the center of the tender white, like a little sun, illuminating the whole day ahead.

After simply cleaning the porcelain bowls, Wang Weidong put on his bag, got on his bicycle, and was ready to go to work.

With a "squeak", the door next door was pushed open.

Xu Damao just finished his breakfast and was ready to go to work.

When he saw Wang Weidong, his face was full of smiles: "Old Wang next door, go to work."

Seeing his radiant look, Wang Weidong asked, "Da Mao, seeing you are so happy, the happy event is approaching."

When Wang Weidong came back in his sports car, he heard gossip in the compound.

Xu Damao fell in love with someone, who seemed to be Lou Bancheng's daughter, who was probably about to get rich.

Lou Bancheng is a great patriotic capitalist.

In the past, the owner of the Red Star Rolling Mill was Lou Bancheng, but now it is a state-owned enterprise, and Lou Bancheng is the director of the rolling mill.

At this point in time, the wind has not yet blown, and the Lou family is regarded as a top decent family.

This made everyone in the courtyard envious.

"Yeah, I guess it will be settled after a while, Old Wang next door, you must come to the wedding banquet."

Xu Damao looked smug, hummed a little song, and walked away in square steps.

Wang Weidong looked at his back, lost in thought.

Xu Damao is a film projectionist, and he has free working hours. When he goes to the countryside to show movies, he can also get some benefits from his fellow villagers.

On weekdays, old hens, mushrooms, and chestnuts are often brought home.

Much better treatment than the average worker.

Moreover, he belongs to the Propaganda Section of the Logistics Department, which is full of direct descendants of the factory leaders.

Does Xu Damao have a deep relationship in the factory?
But Wang Weidong knew that Xu Damao was insidious and cunning, so he couldn't ask directly, so he could only bury this thought in his heart.

Wang Weidong rode his beloved bicycle and went straight to the convoy facing the rising sun.

When I arrived at the convoy, I saw only two trucks left on the concrete floor, one belonged to me and the other belonged to Niu Zhijun.

Wang Weidong pushed open the door of the control 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 kid Yu Changsheng was supposed to be off work today, so he came here early in the morning to drive the sports car for you."

After finishing speaking, he smiled wryly and shook his head: "I don't know what drug you gave this kid, but when he sees you, he's closer than seeing me, the captain."

Not because of that chicken leg.
But Yu Changsheng is a boy who 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-distance run."

"By the way, captain, why didn't you leave the car today?"

Wang Weidong wondered as soon as he entered the house. Niu Zhijun wished he could live in a truck 24 hours a day, so how could he sit on the Diaoyutai today.

Niu Zhijun spat and said angrily, "Hey, don't mention this, didn't I go to deliver goods to the gate in the west of the city yesterday. The truck broke down after unloading it. It was dragged back."

"It seems that the fuel injector is broken. Now Lao Bai has gone to the logistics warehouse to find parts, and I don't know if he can find them."

After finishing speaking, he drooped his head and looked disappointed, as if his wife had run away with someone else.

Wang Weidong understands his feelings.

To the truck driver, the truck is the soldier's gun and the student's pen.

A truck driver without a truck to drive can hardly stand up in the factory.

In later generations, when a truck breaks down, it is repaired by having the towing company tow it to a repair shop and replace the broken parts with new ones.

In this day and age, trucks are mostly pieced together, and the parts and models are also dismantled parts, with a wide variety and variety.

Sometimes, without a small screw, a truck may not move for a month.

This time Niu Zhijun was lucky, the truck broke down in the city.

The last time Skinny Monkey went to Inner Mongolia to deliver a batch of farm tools, it turned out to be half broken.

There is a desert, sparsely populated.

The thin monkey walked from dawn to dusk, and then from dusk to dawn, relying on two legs.

On the road, he also encountered two wild wolves, which made him run wildly crying for his father and mother, and finally called for help.

The people who cultivated the farm drove away the farm tools in a horse-drawn cart, but they couldn't do anything about heavy things like trucks.

There are no truck repairs in the nearby cities either.

No way, Niu Zhijun had to drive a truck from the capital, and dragged the truck and the thin monkey back from Inner Mongolia.

One job, two people and two cars, tossed for half a month.

The thin monkey also lost a few catties, and it took a long time to recuperate before he recovered.

Under such conditions, it is particularly important to make the truck less prone to failure, or to find the failure as early as possible.

After more than a month of observation, Wang Weidong has an understanding of the current situation of the team.

The fleet has ten trucks, ten truck masters, and three repairmen.

Master Bai Wanxi repaired tractors when he was young, and was considered a talent by the leaders, so he was specially hired into the factory.

His two apprentices can't even tell the difference between the oil circuit and the electric circuit, so they can't be considered half-baked.

When something goes wrong with the truck, just take a hammer and hit it a few times.

If you knock it, it will be repaired.

If the knock is not good, go to the logistics warehouse to overturn the car parts.

Scrap parts are parts that are removed from old trucks.

There is no such thing as scrapping vehicles these days. Whenever there are trucks, cars, and tractors in the factory that cannot be moved, they will be dismantled into pieces.

Parts are owned by Logistics.

Glass and iron sheets will be recycled and reused, and nothing will be wasted.

Even the steel in the bearing will become a children's toy.

If the level of maintenance workers can be improved, or a set of standardized maintenance procedures can be established, the frequency of truck problems will definitely decrease.

Thinking of this, Wang Weidong looked at the sighing Niu Zhijun and said, "Captain, I want to make a suggestion."

"Suggestion? Say what you have to say, and let go of your fart. How can you, a veteran, be like a cultural person, messing with these mothers-in-law." Niu Zhijun was annoyed, and he couldn't say anything good.

(End of this chapter)