Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 61

The task is in the body, don't think too much.

I am a truck driver.

Wang Weidong honked the horn, and the passengers on the platform voluntarily moved out of the way.

Drive the truck and find the No.11 compartment.

Only then did Wang Weidong understand.

The train itself is a passenger train, but a freight car is temporarily mounted.

It's a trailer.

On the platform, a truck loaded with burlap sacks was being unloaded.

Wang Weidong could only park the truck to one side.

Open the car door and walk up to the staff member who oversees the loading.

The staff was instructing the stevedores to stack the goods, and when they saw Wang Weidong approaching, they turned their heads.

"Which unit?"

"Comrade, I am the driver of the Red Star Steel Rolling Plant, delivering workpieces." Wang Weidong handed over the dispatch list.

The staff checked the number and put the list in the folder.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Comrade, you came in time. This batch of goods was dispatched temporarily. I thought it would not be delivered."

Wang Weidong's heart moved, and he took the opportunity to ask, "Where are these goods sent?"

The staff's smile gradually receded, and the eyes were slightly reddish on the face shrouded in white mist.

Gritting his teeth, he spat out three words: "Old Maozi!"

old man!
Wang Weidong immediately understood that this batch of goods was paid off.

He could only shake his head with a wry smile, and wandered to the side of the truck that was unloading.

The truck was even more dilapidated than Wang Weidong's. The cabin was made of wood and there were several dents on the front.

A family of truck drivers all over the world.

The truck driver saw Wang Weidong approaching and jumped out of the cab.

He's a middle-aged guy in his 40s with all the makings of a truck driver.

The skin is rough and dark, the eyes are thick, and when he smiles, his teeth are yellowed by tobacco.

Speak carelessly.

"Comrade, are you from the capital?"

Wang Weidong habitually wanted to take out his cigarette, and saw the slogan "Strictly No Fireworks" next to him.

He could only put his hand to his mouth and let out a breath of hot air.

He smiled and said, "Wang Weidong from Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant, how about you?"

The middle-aged man grinned: "I am a truck driver from Shigezhuang Construction Commune, and my name is Zhou Hongbing. It took two days and two nights to arrive at the capital."

"Damn it, I almost died of exhaustion."

Good guy, you can't leave dirty words in every sentence, another characteristic of an old driver.

Wang Weidong poked his probe into the trunk of the truck: "Comrade Red Soldier, what's in the sack?"

Zhou Hongbing smiled wryly: "What could it be, of course it's wheat."

After finishing speaking, his face was gloomy, he spat out a mouthful of saliva, and cursed:

"These wheat is selected by our commune, and it does not contain any impurities."

"I can't bear to eat it!"

"It's such a shame to send such good food to Lao Maozi!"

Wang Weidong thought to himself, why not the Red Star Rolling Mill.

Each of the workpieces on the car is made by a master craftsman, and after four inspections, it is guaranteed to be 100% qualified.

However, in this situation, it is useless to say something to vent your anger.

Everything depends on strength.

When the spring breeze blows, I must let Lao Maozi taste the taste of my black iron rod.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Weidong squatted on the ground, watching the stevedores loading the trucks.

Those stevedores wore single clothes in winter and a red towel around their necks.

A few were even barebacked.

In the cold wind, sweat dripped down the clothes like raindrops, condensing into ice lumps.

The burlap sack is woven from coarse hemp, the size of four flour sacks, and they are all bulging, weighing at least 400 catties.

The stevedore carried the sack, his whole body was tense and his footsteps were a little wobbly, but he was reluctant to take a break.

With such hard-working people, why should the country not be prosperous and strong!
Wang Weidong felt endless emotion in his heart.

After coming to this era, he realized that Huaxia's rise to the top of the world was watered by countless sweats.

It's not easy, you should cherish it.

A truck of grain was quickly loaded, and the staff signaled Wang Weidong to drive the truck over.

Wang Weidong patted Zhou Hongbing on the shoulder: "It will get better!"

Zhou Hongbing nodded heavily, stood up, and pouted his buttocks.

Pulled out his own black iron rod and rocked the truck.

Before leaving, he left a message: "Brother Weidong, when you pass by Shigezhuang, sit at home, I will treat you to a donkey meat."

"sure!"

Wang Weidong started the truck, turned around on the platform, and then steadily aligned the truck body with the carriage.

The staff member exclaimed: "As expected of the master, the distance from the train compartment is less than ten centimeters, so it will be easier for the workers and masters to load the train."

"It's not like some truck drivers who drive far away for fear of hitting the train."

Heh, train carriages are expensive these days.

In case of damage, it is a trivial matter to lose money, and if it is not good, it will be labeled as a sabotage of production.

Those truck drivers are also doing more than doing less.

Wang Weidong said with a smile: "We are all workers brothers, and we should help each other."

The staff had a better impression of Wang Weidong and became more enthusiastic.

The two chatted for a while.

Wang Weidong knew that due to the shortage of freight trains, the station would be hung on the carriage of the freight train behind the cross-border passenger train.

This time, the carriage contained three kinds of goods, eggs, wheat and workpieces.

All premium goods.

Even when sifting eggs, the members will cut standard round holes in the cardboard.

Eggs that pass through the round hole are unqualified!
After the staff finished speaking, they couldn't help cursing: "Old Maozi, it's too disgusting!"

Five or six loading and unloading workers finished loading and unloading the workpiece in only ten minutes.

It was time for the train to leave.

Of course, it is normal for trains to be delayed for several hours in this day and age.

The staff signed the dispatch form and handed it back to Wang Weidong: "Comrade Weidong, remember to go to the dispatch office of the station to affix the official seal."

After speaking, board the train.

The sharp siren pierced through the cold air.

A puff of white smoke rose from the black chimney of the locomotive.

With the sound of rhythmic wheels hitting the rails, the train started slowly.

Wang Weidong looked back reluctantly, started the truck, and drove out of the station.

There is already a traffic police in the train station square, so you can't park indiscriminately.

Wang Weidong parked the truck on the side of the road according to the instructions of the traffic police comrades, and then entered the station with the dispatch list.

He is going to stamp the official seal.

As soon as I entered the station, I saw a group of people crowded in front of the escalator.

There is curiosity in their eyes, but also fear.

The staff rushed over from not far away and stood up to give a demonstration.

"Comrades, this is an escalator. You see, as long as you stand on it, you can go straight down without moving."

People have the courage to put their feet on it.

"Hey, it can move by itself, it's amazing!"

"Hey."

Some people didn't grasp the center of gravity for a while, almost fell down, and their faces were full of panic.

When I found that I was really descending slowly, I suddenly became excited again.

Adults succeed children.

Especially some children, simply regard the escalator as a toy.

Descend to the bottom and come up from the escalator next to it, having a great time.

From time to time, there was a "giggle" laughter.

Children become dogs.

No wonder they are so excited, this thing is novel, and it is the only one in the whole country.

The staff at the station were very nice and did not obstruct them. They just told the parents and comrades to pay attention to the safety of the children.

Wang Weidong took the escalator to the basement level, found the dispatch office, and successfully stamped the official seal.

Then get on the truck and head back to the Red Star Rolling Mill.

As soon as the truck stopped, a security officer hurried into the control room in the distance.

Did something happen?
(End of this chapter)