Siheyuan: Start with a big car

Chapter 72 The singer and the state-owned 9621 factory

The sun always dies earlier in winter, and before five o'clock, the sky is already dark.

As the truck drove out of the capital, small villages appeared on the side of the road.

Rows of tube buildings have turned into low houses.

There are slogans painted with whitewash on the walls of the adobe houses.

Passers-by have changed from workers in blue and black overalls to commune members in ragged cotton jackets.

There are still hard-working commune members weeding with hoes in the fields, and a few children follow the flock of sheep with sticks and drive them back to the village.

The evening crow returned to the forest, and smoke from the village wafted from the village.

Niu Meng, who is running a long distance for the first time, is in a good mood.

Roll down the window and sing a beautiful song:
"The wheels are as fast as flying.. The motor sings loudly and laughs all the way.. The news of victory spreads everywhere..."

Listening to the song exclusively for the driver, Li Weidong turned the steering wheel and walked along the winding road to the vicinity of Tangou in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the big tree on the side of the road ahead, a dilapidated tractor head was hung.

The tractor's head was rotten, the paint on the casing was mottled, and the original color could not be seen, and a dark red blood stain could be vaguely seen on the steering wheel.

The blood stains were particularly bright against the backdrop of the setting sun, and reflected in Li Weidong's eyes, the pupils suddenly shrank.

The valley of death has arrived!

Li Weidong lightly stepped on the brakes, slowed down and rolled down the windows, and the cold wind poured in, refreshing the whole person.

"Niu Meng, there is a long downhill ahead, light a cigarette for the master!"

At this moment, Niu Meng was so nervous that he clenched the armrest tightly. Hearing this, he froze for a moment, and hurriedly took out a box of big front doors from Li Weidong's trouser pocket.

He took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, struck a match, and clasped one hand to help light it.

Li Weidong took a deep breath, the acrid smoke filled his lungs, and he was highly concentrated.

At this time, the vibration from under the seat, the change of the roar of the engine, and even the cold wind howling outside the window, all turned into bits of information and merged into his mind. After analyzing more than 100 billion brain neuron cells, he came up with Real-time status of trucks.

At this moment, Li Weidong, man and car are one!

The distance to the long downhill is less than 500 meters, and the brakes are decisively reduced to reduce the speed.

Two consecutive clicks of both feet on both clutches shift directly from fifth to first gear.

The truck was like a huge monster, billowing yellow smoke from the rear, rushing down the ramp.

Li Weidong didn't step on the brakes immediately.

At this time, the speed of the truck is still within a controllable range under the drag of the engine.

Twenty yards, thirty yards, forty yards, the pointer on the dashboard kept beating, and Niu Meng's heart was pounding along with it.

The speed of forty yards does not seem high, but this is a continuous turning zone, and several times the wheels of the truck have crushed the green grass on the edge of the road, which is barely crushed.

When the truck rubbed against a big tree, Niu Meng could even clearly see the insect eyes on the big tree.

Finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Master, the speed is too fast, step on the brakes!"

"Wait a minute, the long downhill is six miles long, and we're only halfway there."

Li Weidong felt a little careless.

He overestimated the Jill 150, and with only twenty tons of cargo loaded, the drag force of the engine would be too much.

Even with a sprinkler, it is difficult to keep the brakes from overheating on such a long downhill.

Those trucks in the previous life all had sprinklers, so they were also out of control?
Fortunately, this time is the winter season, the temperature is relatively low.

500 meters, 1000 meters, the truck is like a dragon, running wildly on the winding mountain road.

When the speed reached 60 yards, Li Weidong finally stepped on the brakes for the first time.

The master cylinder valve is opened instantly, and the compressed air flows into the front brake cylinder and rear brake spring cylinder through the one-way valve.

Push the brake arm, the brake cam rotates rapidly, and push the brake shoe and brake drum.

The two are in close contact with each other, creating a huge friction force.

The speed of the car dropped suddenly.

At the same time, Li Weidong ordered Niu Meng to turn on the shower switch.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw water seepage from the wheels through the rearview mirror.

While tapping the brakes continuously and turning the steering wheel, the truck slowly ran down the road.

Seeing that the speed of the car was stable at thirty yards, Niu Meng's heart hanging in his throat was also put back in his stomach.

After refilling another cigarette for Li Weidong, he asked in a low voice, "Master, if you didn't control the speed just now, what should we do?"

"What else can I do? Let the whole village have a banquet." Li Weidong, smoking a cigarette, squinted at Niu Meng who was frightened: "Scared? That's right, what kind of big car does a girl drive."

"I'm not afraid! Can lesbians not drive? You're discriminating against lesbians!" Niu Meng puffed out her chest and shook her fist.

Well, since you are not afraid of death, there is no need to persuade you.

After a long downhill, the rest of the journey is much easier.

Although it was already late at night, the mountain road was pitch black and the road conditions were poor.

However, as a veteran driver, Li Weidong can still handle it easily.

But soon he encountered the enemy of long-distance veteran drivers - sleepiness.

The monotonous noise of the wheels rubbing against the sand, the endless darkness, and the vibrations like electric massage sticks coming from the car seat under his buttocks, all of which urged Li Weidong to go to sleep all the time.

After smoking five cigarettes in a row and opening the car window, Li Weidong still felt that his upper and lower eyelids were starting to fight.

"Apprentice, sing another song for the master."

The yawning Niu Meng also regained his spirits and sang loudly: "We are walking on the road of socialist happiness, hey Bazaar, the golden mountain in the capital is shining everywhere."

Hey, don't tell me, this girl's singing is really unique.

The treble can't go up, the bass can't go down, and the midrange can't be controlled, just like howling ghosts and wolves.

There was even a wolf howling in the distance.

This is the same kind of mutual exchange?

Singing is scary, but refreshing!

After a song, Li Weidong was still unsatisfied, and said: "You sang really well, good apprentice, let's play another song."

This is the first time Niu Meng has been praised by others, and his eyes widened in excitement: "Okay! I've been the master's record player along the way."

"Pull the radish, pull the radish, hey, hey, pull the radish, hey, hey, you can't pull the old woman, come quickly. Come and help us pull the radish."

Good guy, a good nursery rhyme is sung like a white-haired girl, no one else.

Amidst the melodious singing, lights appeared at the end of the barren mountain road.

Li Weidong raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was not yet ten o'clock in the evening.

The burly building, against the backdrop of the bright moonlight, is full of mystery.

The distance is getting closer and closer. With the help of the dim light, you can see that at the end of the road is an archway-style factory gate. On the gatepost next to it is written, "Be vigilant and defend the motherland" in eight bright red characters

Li Weidong knew that the destination state-owned 9621 factory had arrived.

"Ba ba, ba ba."

Hearing the noise of the truck, more than a dozen sentries in taupe uniforms came over with guns.

"I have a little donkey"

The squad leader of the sentinel saluted Li Weidong: "Comrade driver, welcome to the state-owned 9621 factory, please show your pass."

"Ride to the market."

"This is our ID." Li Weidong handed out the ID through the window.

"Take the little leather whip."

The sentinel squad leader took the certificate and checked it carefully, then compared it with the photos of Li Weidong and Li Weidong at work, and finally ran to the rear of the car to check the license plate number.

After confirming that it is correct, hand it over to the attendant for registration.

"crash la la la la la la la la la la la la la"

The squad leader of the sentinel handed back the certificate to Li Weidong, and said: "It will take a while, we have to board the car for inspection."

Without waiting for an answer, he waved his hand, and several sentries behind him boarded the truck body, turned on the flashlights and checked each box.

"Fall in the mud"

After more than ten minutes, the sentry on the car jumped down and reported: "Report to the squad leader, the goods have been verified!"

The sentry squad leader ran back to the checkpoint and shook the phone to verify.

When he ran out again, he frowned: "Comrade, there are no problems with the documents and goods, but we are about to enter the factory area. Everyone is resting. Can you please stop singing, this little master? It's time to bring in the wolf later."

"Understood!" Li Weidong pushed Niu Meng, who closed his eyes and sang happily: "Apprentice, we have arrived at the place, and you have completed the task, so there is no need to sing."

"It's here! Can we eat yet?" Niu Meng opened his eyes, saw the surrounding situation clearly, and instantly became excited.

Sentinels: "."

Li Weidong: "."

Li Weidong pinched his brows in distress. With such an apprentice, there will definitely be troubles in the future.

(End of this chapter)