The train driver in the courtyard

Chapter 14 The Robbery Hat

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Wang Dakui struck a match and lit a kerosene lamp.

The dim yellow flames burst out with billowing black smoke.

The house, which was already full of damp smell, had a bit more peculiar smell of kerosene.

The originally white asbestos tiles were blackened by the smoke from kerosene lamps.

Taking advantage of Wang Dakui pouring water, Li Aiguo looked carefully inside the house.

This room is not so much a house as a shack.

Dilapidated wooden boards are used as walls, loess ground, and a poplar tree the size of a bowl stands in the middle of the room.

The tree pole broke through the asbestos tiles on the roof, and the edges of the asbestos tiles were coated with black grease.

It may have been some years, but the black grease was flowing down the tree trunk, and a gap was exposed on the roof, and the bright stars in the sky could be vaguely seen.

A pile of rough sacks was piled up in the corner of the room, and there was a kang by the wall.

The house was a mess.

Earthen stove, pots and pans, a square table, a few Mazars piled up indiscriminately, there is not even a place to stand.

Ever since he entered the house, Li Aiguo felt that Wang Dakui was different from before, his face was less youthful and immature, and more calm.

After taking the enamel jar, Li Aiguo found a clean place to sit down and took off his hat.

"Ermao, how are you doing, have you become a train driver?"

Looking at the overalls on Li Aiguo, Wang Dakui's eyes flashed a little disappointed.

"This one belongs to my father." Li Aiguo smiled, pointing to the clothes on his body, "We have to wait half a month for the exam."

"You study so well on weekdays, you will definitely be able to become a train driver. I heard that the head driver can get 120 yuan a month."

"How can it be so easy to become the chief driver? My father has been working for so many years, and he is only a regular driver."

"Sooner or later, if you are not like me, you can only hang around in the pigeon market."

Wang Dakui was very happy for Li Aiguo, he took out a big front door, handed it to Li Aiguo, put his hands together to light it for him, and then lit one himself.

Thinking of his own experience, under the cover of the fire and smoke, his face looked as if he had eaten astringent persimmons.

Li Aiguo knew what Wang Dakui was thinking.

Wang Dakui, like his predecessor, dreams of becoming a train driver.

just.

Wang Dakui's father had managed the ancestral hall for the Kui family in Heizhima Hutong before liberation, and it was designated as "Guangongtang" when the division was made.

Managing courts and collecting school rents are also a category of land rent exploitation. This is the original sentence in "How to Analyze Rural Classes".

Although Wang Dakui was not full at the time and did not need to be classified as a train driver, he had to go through layers of scrutiny.

As a descendant of [Guan Gongtang], Wang Dakui has no hope of becoming a truck driver at all.

He can only drop out of school early to help his mother who is in poor health support the family.

as a friend.

Li Aiguo could not sprinkle salt on Wang Dakui's wound.

Changing the subject, he picked up his hat and patted off the dust: "My hat is too much."

Hearing Li Aiguo's words, Wang Dakui raised his head and said slowly:

"It was okay at first.

In the past few years, people often wore this kind of hat in the pigeon market.

Last winter, a group of people came out of nowhere.

It was seven or eight young people, all of whom were Lianjiazi.

He wears a black wool cap on his head, and carries a canvas bag, which contains a kitchen knife and a steel screw tap.

They hid on the side of the small road outside the new North Bridge.

If you enter the pigeon market empty-handed, they will pretend to be smoking and farting next to you.

If they meet someone with a hand on their shoulders, they will gather around a large group.

Those who have been in the pigeon market all year round are all bold and bold, and some of them even carry box cannons.

But seven or eight people surround you.

The kitchen knife rests on your neck, and the awl rests on your waist.

Even if you have two box cannons, you have to be honest.

Those people are not putting on airs, they are cruel.

The second king who practiced with me was blocked by them, and after just pushing and shoving, he was captured by those people.

The second king's waist was broken at that time.

Before being sent to the hospital, the person collapsed.

Poor his old mother and younger sister, he had no choice but to leave the capital and seek refuge with his natal uncle in Baoding. "

Maybe because he realized that it was going too far, Wang Dakui rubbed his face: "From then on, all the stall holders in the pigeon market, the ticket sellers, and the men all called the black woolen hat a robber's hat.

That group was wiped out later, but no one dared to wear the robbery hat again. "

"You said that group of people were wiped out, by whom?"

Wang Dakui said:

"Of course the comrades at the police station.

Those leaders in the pigeon market have done a few times with woolen caps.

Failed to take advantage of it, but discounted several.

As soon as they summed up, they set up a set.

The beanie babbled foolishly, and kept rushing forward.

They were all taken away at that time, and the grass on the grave should be two feet high. "

Li Aiguo: "."

Sure enough, in the face of the general trend, no matter how awesome you are, you still have to lie down.

Wang Dakui said: "Of course, this matter is not done properly. People in the pigeon market seldom mention it. It's just that the rule of not wearing woolen hats has been established since then."

Wang Dakui felt a little uncomfortable when talking about Taoism with Li Aiguo. After chatting for a while, he brought the topic back to Li Aiguo.

"What did you buy at the pigeon market today?"

Li Aiguo didn't hide it from him either: "Food stamps, meat stamps, egg stamps, vegetable stamps, by the way, a few more fruit stamps."

"That's all, you don't need to go to the pigeon market, I can get it for you." Wang Dakui said, patting his chest.

Seeing that Wang Dakui was willing to help, Li Aiguo naturally did not refuse, and took out 20 yuan from his pocket.

Before handing it out, Wang Dakui pushed it away: "You saved my life back then. If I took your money for this little thing, would I, Dakui, still have the face to mess around in the road?"

Li Aiguo really saved Wang Dakui.

It was still a matter of the two of them skipping class together and sneaking onto the railway to play.

Wang Dakui's foot got stuck in the railway track.

There happened to be a train passing by, and it was Li Aiguo who tried his best to get his feet out.

Li Aiguo didn't claim to be a savior, but just felt that Wang Dakui's feet stink.

Li Aiguo understood Wang Dakui's temperament.

This man has a good face and a good sense of loyalty.

If you leave the money at this time, it will be like slapping him in the face.

"Okay, let's do the math after you get what I want."

Li Aiguo looked at the roof, the sky had turned white.

He stood up and said, "It's almost dawn, I have to review my homework, I have to go back first."

Wang Dakui stood up and sent Li Aiguo: "The things you want are not many, and they are fragmented. I guess it will take a whole day. You can come here to get them at night. How about it?"

"Row."

Li Aiguo turned his head to look at the hut next to him, saw that there was no movement inside, and said with a smile: "Please say hello to auntie for me."

When Li Aiguo was in school, he once met Wang Dakui's mother.

A very capable old lady. After her husband died of illness, she raised her son by helping others sew clothes.

It's just that at that time, Wang Dakui's family lived in a large courtyard next to the courtyard, instead of living in this dilapidated alley.

After leaving the gate of Wang's house, it was already bright, and Li Aiguo could clearly see the surrounding situation.

This alley is full of temporary houses, the sewage is flowing across the ground, and there is a faint smell in the air. Someone must have dumped the toilet directly on the road.

Why did Wang Dakui's family move to this dilapidated place?
With doubts in mind, Li Aiguo returned to the courtyard.

Tightening his collar, he stepped over the threshold and bumped into Yan Bugui who was rushing forward.

Yan Bugui was knocked into a stagger, and the tin bucket and net bag in his hand fell to the ground.

Li Aiguo reacted quickly and reached out to support his arm, so that he didn't fall.

Yan Bugui didn't care about the pain in his ribs, picked up the net bag and tin bucket, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that there were no bumps.

He raised his head and said thanks: "Thank you!

"Yo! It's patriotic, I got up early enough."

After recognizing Li Aiguo, Yan Bugui's small eyes behind the tortoiseshell glasses frame blinked.

"Third Master, what are you doing in such a hurry?" Li Aiguo greeted.

Hand copied nets, white leather buckets, this equipment is definitely not for serious business.

Yan Bugui sneered twice: "I just got the news that the ditch on Qianmen Street is releasing water, there must be fish in it, I won't tell you, the good place was taken by people when I went late."

The Qianmen Ditch is connected to Shichahai, and it is full of sewage on weekdays.

Every once in a while, the gates in the district will be opened to flush the sewage with lake water, and the big and small fish that usually hide at the bottom of the lake will come out along the ditch.

Most people dislike dirty water and don't know how to fish in it.

But Yan Bugui, as a big dung truck passing by, can he be an ordinary person who has to go up to smell the smell?
"I won't chat with you anymore, I have to go."

Yan Bugui took two steps, seemed to have thought of something, then turned around and said, "Patriotic, let me introduce you to someone, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)