The train driver in the courtyard

Chapter 13 Wang Dakui

Stick noodle porridge, pickled radish strips, and black corn buns.

Looking at the food on the Sifang table, Li Aiguo felt a little sore in his mouth.

The young model in the clubhouse in the previous life, and the bran swallowed vegetables in this life, the gap between them is unbearable.

To say that Li Aiguo has a lot of money, more than 220 yuan, which is equivalent to at least ten thousand yuan in future generations.

Occasionally buying half a catty of meat, eating scrambled eggs, and roasting a fish should not be too much.

just.

He has money now, but he has no coupons and cannot buy food.

In this era, materials are scarce, and materials are extremely scarce, and food cannot be supplied openly.

In order to meet the food and clothing of the people of the whole country, three years ago, the state implemented the policy of unified purchase and marketing of grain.

Two years ago, the "Interim Measures for the Printing of Quantitative Grain Supply Vouchers in Towns and Towns" was officially implemented.

Subsequently, all kinds of tickets entered the society overwhelmingly and became a necessity of citizens' life.

There are two sources of tickets.

One is the formal one - sub-district offices and units distribute monthly.

The other is less formal - go to the pigeon market to buy.

Li Aiguo's food and vegetable tickets for this month have long been spent, so he can only use less formal methods.

"It seems that tomorrow morning, I will go to the pigeon market."

Li Aiguo made up his mind after swallowing the hoarse Heiwowotou.

At 02:30 in the morning, it was an hour with Zhou.

Li Aiguo got up from the bed, put on black denim pants, put on short sleeves, put on yellow rubber sandals, and walked to the door.

Suddenly, he turned around again, squeezed his eyebrows and smiled bitterly: "It seems that he still hasn't adapted to this era."

Li Aiguo bent down and rummaged through the wooden box, and found an old raincoat. He touched the thick material of the raincoat, and looked at his short sleeves. He hesitated, and put the raincoat back.

He picked up the torn woolen hat next to him and put it on his head.

There happened to be two holes in the black woolen hat. Pulling it down, Li Aiguo looked at the mirror and couldn't help but smack his tongue: "Strictly true!"

"That's it."

Li Aiguo put on his hat, put the money in his pocket, picked up the only appliance at home - the flashlight, and left the house.

It will be two o'clock in the morning, the courtyard is dark, and there are street lights on the road outside emitting a dim yellow light.

The stars are bright and the breeze is cool.

It would have been more comfortable if the hat hadn't been too thick.

The pigeon market closest to the courtyard is next to the New North Bridge.

After leaving the courtyard, Li Aiguo rushed towards the direction of Xinbei Bridge along the dim light.

There are very few pedestrians on the road, and the limited few are also tightly packed. At first glance, they are like-minded people. They met each other, and quickly retreated a few steps to distance themselves.

Turning around and turning a few intersections, suddenly there is a wide area in front of my eyes.

During the day, it is a flea market, and in the early morning, it becomes a pigeon market.

It's not the people in the pigeon market who don't want to change places, but in other places, the noise in the early morning, disturbing the people.

Most of those who were awakened from their sleep had no good temper. They rushed to the police station, where they could only wait to be rushed.

In fact, the pigeon market in Xinbeiqiao has also been cleaned up several times, but to no avail. People have to eat and wear clothes. Living people can't be suffocated to death by urine, and the scale of the pigeon market has expanded a lot.

In the past, we only set up stalls around Suolongjing, but now we can see the shadow of the lights just after passing the teahouse in the northeast corner.

Li Aiguo put on his "robber hat", showing his eyes, and strode towards the Pigeon Market.

The sellers in the Pigeon Market spread out an old newspaper or a broken list on the ground, and put some samples on it. The stall owner sat next to him and covered it with a flashlight.

The real goods are all hidden in the corners not far away.

In this way, customers who buy goods can find exactly what they need.

The stall owner can leave the stall and run away when encountering cleanup. Even if he is unlucky and gets caught, with that handful of millet, he can't be convicted.

This is a valuable experience gained in the long-term struggle.

Sure enough, the people's wisdom is high.

Li Aiguo groaned, and with his hands behind his back, followed the flow of people into the bright and shadowy pigeon market.

Li Aiguo was not in a hurry to buy goods. He first walked around the pigeon market, keeping the surrounding exits in mind, and then went to the stalls one by one.

What puzzled him was that the stall owners seemed to be a little scared when they saw him. When they were gesturing prices, they reluctantly shrank back.

Isn't it just a bit of a tight disguise?

They are all from the pigeon market, and they are so timid, they are really worthless.

"You don't sell the fish? If you don't sell it, what kind of stall do you set up?"

Li Aiguo stood up angrily after he fell in love with a big carp but was ignored by the stall owner.

That is to say, there is no management office here, otherwise he would definitely complain.

The stall owner, a member of the fish seller, drooped his head and said nothing, as if the person in front of him didn't exist.

Well, if they don't sell it, we can't force it.

Li Aiguo stood up and was about to go to the butcher's stall next door.

A heavy voice came from next to my ear: "Yo, this hat, hiss... Man, you are going too far."

Turning his head, he saw a young man with a big arm and a round waist leaning against the corner of the wall, looking this way with his arms folded.

This young man is also strange, his face was covered with a piece of newspaper, two holes were dug in the newspaper, and his eyes blinked at him.

"The guy with the newspaper on his face is ashamed to say that others are too much."

Li Aiguo put his hands in his pockets, ready to argue with this young man, which one is too much, a woolen cap or a newspaper.

Unexpectedly, when the young man heard his voice, he was stunned for a moment, and the newspaper stuck to his face was blown high: "Li Ermao?"

Li Ermao is Li Aiguo's nickname in the Railway Technical Institute.

The reason is that after entering puberty, two hairs grew on his Mimi.

Although he made up his mind to pull it out, the nickname has been passed down.

Only his classmates know this nickname.

Li Aiguo's voice sounded familiar, so he also remembered that the newspaper monster on the opposite side was named Wang Dakui, who had been a classmate with him for a year, but later dropped out of school because of an accident in his family.

Li Aiguo had a very good relationship with Wang Dakui, and there was another classmate. The three of them often sneaked into the track, and when the old guard was not paying attention, they climbed up the train building to have a good time.

"Ermao, this is not a place to talk, come with me."

After recognizing Li Aiguo, Wang Dakui looked around, led Li Aiguo around, and came to a booth in the corner.

It was very remote here, there was no one around, and there was a cracked hickory nut on the torn newspaper on the ground.

Wang Dakui picked up the hickory nuts, not even the newspaper, and led Li Aiguo into the alley next to him.

The alley was cramped and could only allow one person to pass through. It was dark inside and the ground was sticky and wet. Li Aiguo followed closely behind Wang Dakui.

After walking to the end of the alley, Wang Dakui stopped, took out the key, and opened a courtyard door next to him.

"Ermao, this is my home."

"The two hairs are long gone. If you keep screaming, be careful that I will cut you."

Just as Li Aiguo was about to break up with Wang Dakui, he saw a light turned on in the hut to the north, and a hoarse voice came from it.

"Da Kui, are you back? Why is it so early today, is something wrong?"

"It's okay, mother. It's still early before dawn. You can sleep a little longer. I have a friend here."

Leaning in front of the window, he yelled inside, and listened to the movement inside, then Wang Dakui led Li Aiguo to the east room.

(End of this chapter)