The train driver in the courtyard

Chapter 372 Rescue successful, simple fellow

Suddenly there was a burst of thunder in the sky.

The rain became a bit heavier.

The strong rain hit the leaves, making a "rustling" sound.

The water on the ground was as deep as the soles of my shoes, and raindrops were splashing.

Led by fellow villagers, the passengers looked for shelter from the rain in a panic.

Ma Xiaojun and others from the grain port were tied tightly with hemp ropes.

Throwed into the wasteland, everyone was soaked in the rain.

The feeling was too unpleasant.

Ma Xiaojun knew that the flight attendants hated him!

It certainly won't help.

So I desperately asked the fellow villagers passing by for help.

"Fellow, I am a food person."

"I don't know anyone who eats food and eats chicken or buttocks."

The fellow carrying the empty pole rolled his eyes at him: "I only know that you threw away the cornbread that I was reluctant to eat and ran ten miles in the heavy rain to bring you.

brute! "

Ma Xiaojun: "."

A grain of rice, a drop of sweat, a grain of food and a drop of sweat.

A pound of grain, a thousand grains of sweat, eat frugally and plan carefully.

What fellow villagers hate most is people who waste food.

Commander Zhou felt a little soft-hearted when he saw the embarrassment of Ma Xiaojun and others.

"Driver Li, if they are exposed to the rain like this, they might get damaged."

Li Aiguo said: "This kind of person who disrupts railway order, puts all passengers on the train in danger, and hinders rescue operations does not deserve sympathy."

"Are you really prepared to punish them with these crimes?"

Captain Zhou looked at Li Aiguo's back as he walked into the storm, feeling a little complicated.

I think Li Aiguo was too cruel.

Master Gao wandered over, looked at Captain Zhou and said, "Little Captain Zhou, if we don't be ruthless, do you think these people will be able to let Zhang Dahua go and let the private crew go in the future?"

Captain Zhou remained silent.

Master Gao continued: "People like Ma Xiaojun, who rely on their power to bully the people, should have been punished long ago."

He came from before liberation and hated the kind of subordinate officials who exploited the people the most in his life.

This kind of person has little power but does great harm.

I fully support Li Aiguo's actions.

Li Aiguo doesn't care what others think.

Because the rescue is about to begin at this time.

Braving the heavy rain, Liu Qingsong once again returned to the front of train No. 322 and led the comrades of the rescue team to complete the final inspection work.

"Driver Li, if this thing works well, it will save us a lot of effort in future rescues."

"Brother, I authorize you to use this thing."

"Authorization?"

Liu Qingsong looked confused: "."

Li Aiguo then remembered that there was no such thing as a patent in China at this time.

Okay, I met the free prostitute again.

Moreover, we are still willing to be prostituted for free.

Where can I be reasonable!

"Patriot, get on the train quickly. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Let's drag the train out quickly." Duan Chang Xing shouted at the top of his voice.

Although Duan Chang Xing doesn't understand rescue, he can still see it.

The use of rerailers for rescue requires extremely high technical requirements for rescue train drivers.

You must control the speed of the vehicle just right and stop accurately.

Otherwise, the train that just escaped might derail again.

In the Qianmen Locomotive Depot, only Li Aiguo can do it.

Li Aiguo responded and climbed onto the locomotive, only to find that the co-driver had been replaced by Zhang Dahua from Liu Qingquan.

Zhang Dahua patted his chest and said, "Little brat, I'm here to help you."

This man, I can't even say a word of thanks in my life.

This is the only way to express my gratitude.

Zhang Dahua came from a major, and although his experience is not as good as that of Liu Qingquan, his password operations are more formal, which is suitable for this kind of scene that requires micro-management.

"Male and female match, work is not tiring!"

Li Aiguo said a jingle and shouted: "Old Zheng, light the fire."

"okay!"

Black coals poured into the furnace and the flames rose.

Bursts of black smoke came out of the chimney on the roof of the car. Raindrops fell on the chimney and instantly evaporated into steam.

Black smoke and white water vapor intertwined on the roof of the [Patriot], forming a gorgeous landscape.

At this time, Cao Wenzhi, who was on the "81", also started the steam engine.

Two plumes of black smoke coming out of the same train are even more of a strange sight.

However, the passengers in the storm were not in the mood to appreciate the scenery at this time, and they all turned their eyes to the front wheels of train 322.

Even Ma Xiaojun and the others, who hate Li Aiguo so much, are no exception.

If the train driver failed, they might have to lie in the rain all night.

Others dare not say that the train driver is really capable of doing that kind of thing.

Li Aiguo watched the needle on the dashboard beating little by little and was not in a hurry to push the gate.

Train 322 loaded 11 carriages, weighing nearly tons.

If there is insufficient power, it is likely to cause the car to vibrate.

Instead of being able to drag the train onto the track, it will actually cause it to get stuck.

Zhang Dahua stuck his head out and looked at the car behind him.

After seeing the signal from the co-driver of the car behind, he shouted: "Report to the driver, the car behind has started."

In fact, there is no need to remind Li Aiguo that he has already noticed a clue from the slight forward movement of the car body.

However, he still didn't move, just staring at the dashboard.

Cao Wenzhi, who was in the car behind, was a little anxious. While gently pushing the gate, he whispered: "What is this kid doing? Why doesn't it start?"

At this moment, the car body shook violently.

Even though Cao Wenzhi was sitting in the car, he could feel that the power bursting out from the two locomotives merged into one.

"Stable!"

Cao Wenzhi gave a thumbs up, "This guy is really brave. He dared to start the locomotive only when the steam pressure reaches the critical value."

The huge traction force dragged the locomotive of train 322 along the steel cable. The locomotive shook slightly for two times at first, and then started steadily. The wheels crossed the rails and gradually climbed onto the temporary track.

The scene suddenly burst into cheers.

Liu Qingsong of the rescue team still didn't feel relaxed.

Because the moment when the train enters the official track from the temporary track is the most critical.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the sound of wind and rain around him seemed to disappear, and the whole world fell into silence, as if it had frozen.

The only thing moving was the twelve wheels of the 322 locomotive.

The black wheels slid on the temporary rails, crushed against the sleepers, and crushed into Liu Qingsong's heart.

Faster, faster, and faster.

Liu Qingsong claimed to have a big heart, but at this moment he felt his heart jumping into his throat.

next second.

The wheels slid over the temporary rails and steadily entered the decades-old rails.

Locomotive, Car No. 1, Car No. 2, Car Car No. 11. Liu Qingsong felt like someone had taken away the mountain from his body.

The noise of wind and rain began again, the whole world came to life, and he came to life again.

"Patriotism is amazing!"

Liu Qingsong was like a happy child at this time.

Without waiting for the train to stop, he rushed along the track towards the locomotive of the "Patriot".

The ground was slippery and I accidentally fell.

He quickly got up, not caring that he was covered in mud, and banged on the car door desperately.

"Patriot, your method is really good!"

Zhang Dahua opened the side door and looked at Liu Qingsong who looked like a mud man. He was startled and quickly pulled him into the car.

"Hey, brother, why did you do this? Come on, we have a fire here."

Li Aiguo took Liu Qingsong's arm and led him to the furnace.

Liu Qingsong's body quickly became steamy, and white mist came out of his hair, just like a cultivator.

"Brother, don't worry now."

"Don't worry, the derailer will definitely work." Liu Qingsong gave a thumbs up.

He finally understands now.

Why did Duan Chang Xing think of Li Aiguo at a critical moment?

They are really capable!

After train 322 returned to the track.

The rescue team untied the hook between the derailed vehicle and the rescue locomotive, and the temporary road construction team immediately started repairing the railway.

After all, this is considered the main line. Once interrupted, it will have serious adverse effects on domestic material transportation.

Li Aiguo jumped out of the car and was about to help. Captain Zhou hurried over and said with a smile: "Driver Li, those passengers want to thank you."

Li Aiguo looked up and saw that most of the passengers had got on the bus at this time, and a small number remained under the bus, looking this way.

Li Aiguo was not used to this kind of scene and was a little hesitant.

"If you are patriotic, go ahead. This is a good opportunity for us railway people to establish an image." Duan Chang Xing said.

Okay, the leader has already spoken, what else can we say!

Seeing Li Aiguo approaching, several middle-aged passengers rushed up, took Li Aiguo's arm and said, "Comrade driver, I really want to thank you this time. My wife is pregnant. If we are delayed here, there may be something serious." question."

"Hey, this is what I should do. Sister-in-law, I will definitely give birth to a big fat boy for you."

"Young man, my mother is sick. This time she went to the capital to see a doctor. Who would have thought that she would be left halfway? Thanks to you!"

"Uncle, lucky people have their own destiny, and my mother's health must be fine."

The crowd was crowded, and Li Aiguo responded enthusiastically.

Looking at the sincerity of these grateful faces, I feel sad in my heart.

That is, in this simple era.

If it were left to future generations, the comrades in the private crew would have been scolded long ago.

This is not over yet.

You might even have to pay a sum of money for mental damages, lost wages, taxi fares, and other miscellaneous expenses.

Shaking his head, Li Aiguo was about to return to the Patriot when he suddenly saw the nearby villagers carrying poles and preparing to go back in the heavy rain.

Li Aiguo quickly ran back to the car in front, looked at Duan Chang who was directing the construction of the railway tracks, and said: "Chief Duan, those villagers are delivering food to us. We have eaten other people's food. Shouldn't we compensate them?"

"Ouch, how could I forget this?"

Duan Chang Xing suddenly slapped his forehead: "They have helped us a lot, but we can't treat them badly. You'd better remind Patriot."

He turned around and called for the police, and invited the villagers back.

Those villagers came from Zhangjiagou, Liujiapu and Weizhuang villages. This time the villagers were led by Wei Zimin, the head of Weizhuang Village.

The old village chief Wei Zimin is over fifty years old.

His hair is gray, his wrinkles are deep, and his blue cloth is already mottled. The hands are like tree bark and the waist is like a pole.

When I saw the leader of the locomotive depot, his eyes were filled with the uneasiness and fear often seen in the eyes of veteran members these days.

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, Duan Chang Xing asked the police to first invite other villagers to the train to take shelter from the rain, and then invited the old village chief to the front of the train.

"No, no, I'm covered in mud. Don't make your train dirty." The old village chief's voice was a little hoarse. He entered the locomotive and looked at the black equipment and furnaces, feeling a little at a loss.

"Uncle, you are our savior this time. What is dirty? How can working people be dirty?"

Li Aiguo took the old village chief's arm and invited him to the furnace.

Seeing that the old village chief was still a little cautious, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed them over, lighting them with a lighter.

After taking two deep breaths, the old village chief's expression relaxed.

Duan Chang Xing took the opportunity and said: "Comrade village chief, it is thanks to the food you sent us that we helped the passengers on the train tide over the difficulties this time."

"How much food you have sent this time, our locomotive depot will pay back the salary in full."

"This can't be done, it can't be done!"

It was a normal thank you, but Wei Zimin's face turned red as if he had been touched by a hot iron, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"Leader, who hasn't encountered some difficulties? This is what we should do."

Seeing that Duan Zhang Xing wanted to explain, Wei Zimin felt insulted and his voice became serious: "Leader, we were also favored by the soldiers back then. If the soldiers drove away those bullies, how could we get the land? To live a good life.”

"If I harvest your food, I will be scolded by the villagers."

In the eyes of the simple villagers, the staff on the train wear uniforms and are like the same family as the soldiers.

Hearing this, Duan Chang Xing was a little embarrassed.

Even though he could deal with the thorns in the locomotive depot and argue with the leaders of the General Administration, there was really nothing he could do against such a stubborn old comrade.

Li Aiguo said: "Comrade Village Chief, you have misunderstood. We do not want to pay you, but we want to express our gratitude to you."

"Express thanks?" The old village chief was confused.

"Yes, you helped us and we thank you. Isn't this normal?"

Li Aiguo continued: "We workers and farmers are one family. If you don't accept the gratitude of the worker brothers, you are looking down on us workers!"

As soon as these words came out.

The old village chief could no longer say a word "no".

People of this era regard face as extremely important. In the old village chief's simple moral outlook, not giving others face is a very serious act.

Duan Chang Xing secretly gave a thumbs up in his heart, it was Li Aiguo who had the idea.

Of course, gifts are not limited to food;

This year has not yet reached a difficult period. There is no shortage of food in the countryside, but there is a shortage of industrial products.

It happened that there was a third-tier factory under the locomotive depot that manufactured thermos bottles.

The thermos bottles produced by the thermos bottle factory are not sold to the outside world and are generally distributed as benefits to employees in the locomotive depot.

When Li Aiguo got married, he had to go through one.

The quality is quite good and can last ten to eight years.

After discussion, the locomotive depot decided to provide a batch of thermos bottles to the villagers.

"Thermos bottles cost five yuan each at the supply and marketing cooperative, and they also require gray stamps. They are too expensive, and we can't take them." Wei Zimin quickly refused after hearing this.

Li Aiguo said with a serious face: "Brother Wei, you farmer brothers produce food and you give it to us. We workers produce thermos bottles and give them to you. Is there anything inappropriate?"

"This"

Wei Zimin always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

"Comrade Village Chief, this is the decision."

At this moment.

Comrades from the temporary road construction team have already repaired the railway.

Duan Chang Xing stood up and said: "We need to leave here immediately so as not to affect the flow of subsequent vehicles."

"I'll let you go in a few days."

Duan Chang Xing felt that the village chief had a bit of a stubborn temper, and he really couldn't handle it when others came. He pointed at Li Aiguo and said, "Let's just ask the train driver to bring the thermos bottle."

Wei Zimin wanted to refuse again, but was afraid of affecting the passage of the train.

I walked to the carriage door and back, and finally got off the locomotive.

His heart felt warm.

The rain was still pouring outside, and Wei Zimin left with the villagers.

The truth was muddy, and they took every step with difficulty, but never stopped.

In a storm, they never seem to fall.

Just like their poor little village.

Although poor and tired, he is persevering and unyielding.

"It's really not easy for farmer brothers."

Xing Duan sighed and looked back, waving his hand: "Go home!"

When the rescue train returned to the capital, the station was surrounded by employees from the locomotive depot.

When the locomotive with the bright red flag was seen approaching slowly, a burst of cheers erupted from the scene.

Although they had already known from the dispatch room that the Beijing-Hankow Line was reopened to traffic, the rescue must have been successful.

But when I saw the rescue train returning victoriously at the scene, I couldn't help but get excited.

Because it was their brothers and sisters who were riding on the rescue train.

"Train people, move forward!"

"Train people, move forward!"

"Train people, move forward!"

When Duan Chang Xing and Li Aiguo jumped off the train, slogans echoed throughout the locomotive depot.

At this time the heavy rain gradually stopped.

The sky is still gloomy. But the sun broke through the dark clouds little by little, casting a yellow glow in the locomotive depot.

The green grass has a fresh smell, and the leaves are shining with crystal light.

Ma Xiaojun and others were tied up with ropes and dressed in a long line, just like grasshoppers, and they lined up to get out of the carriage.

Zhou Ke, who was watching the excitement, was shocked: "Brother Patriot, weren't you going to save people? Why did you arrest them?"

"These guys deliberately sabotaged the rescue." Li Aiguo handed Zhou Ke a cigarette and recounted what happened at the scene.

Zhou Ke heard his teeth chattering: "What a boy, how dare you bully us train people!"

"Don't worry, if they fall into our hands this time, they will definitely have to peel off their skin."

Li Aiguo took a puff of cigarette and warned: "We must be reasonable and well-founded, and don't let the conversation slip."

"Don't worry, we, Dieter, can handle it, but why can't we handle these young boys?"

Zhou Ke knew Li Aiguo's intentions.

After taking Ma Xiaojun and others back to the locomotive depot police station, they immediately sent someone to interrogate them.

Ma Xiaojun's status as a food keeper is easy to use at the local level, but the locomotive depot and the local level are two separate systems.

But Ma Xiaojun didn't care. After all, these people were his juniors and could wear a pair of pants.

As long as he persists until his second uncle comes to rescue him, he can escape.

Zhou Ke's current interrogation skills have also improved.

Introducing the "Prisoner's Dilemma" from game science into interrogation.

Adopt the strategy of separating several people for interrogation and letting them bite each other.

Whoever confesses first will be able to make meritorious deeds.

Because they didn't know what was going on in the interrogation room next door, they were afraid that the other party would explain first.

Cao Sande, whom Ma Xiaojun trusted the most, completely collapsed under the powerful offensive and decided to take the blame and make meritorious deeds.

He told all the stories about stealing chicken legs and deliberately embarrassing the flight attendants.

In addition, evidence was provided that Ma Xiaojun took advantage of his authority to resell grain from the grain station.

The remaining guys felt a little regretful.

I couldn't wait to expose the bad things Ma Xiaojun had done.

After half an hour.

Li Aiguo, who was attending the celebration party, received the interrogation transcript from Zhou Ke.

There are seven or eight items including reselling thousands of kilograms of grain, deliberately selling old grain to the common people, keeping new grain for related households, and using grain to seduce young widows.

Good guy, this guy went to play with the door ajar, and his trousers were filled with food from the grain station.

This guy really regards the grain station as his own home!

Zhou Ke said excitedly: "With these crimes, coupled with sabotaging rescue operations and disrupting railway order, this kid may have to spend decades in prison."

Li Aiguo did not pity Ma Xiaojun.

Superiors set up grain stations and implemented a grain rationing system to protect people's livelihood and keep people full.

However, the grandsons of the Liangkou Group used the power in their hands to bully ordinary people, causing negative impacts.

Live it!

However, to cut the weed, you must remove the root.

Li Aiguo lit a cigarette and said, "Zhou Ke, do you have anything to do with the local police station?"

"Why not? Political Commissar Liu of the Public Security Bureau was transferred from our Locomotive Depot Police Station."

Zhou Ke's eyes narrowed in mid-sentence, and he hesitated: "What do you mean?"

"Doesn't this guy have a father?"

Li Aiguo said calmly: "The crime above has already involved his father. We must give credit to the local comrades."

"Yes, yes, when I first entered the locomotive depot police station, Brother Liu was the captain and considered my master. It's been a long time since I last saw him. I really miss him."

Zhou Ke understood Li Aiguo's intention, stood up and left quickly.

Seeing Zhou Ke's figure rushing into the light, Li Aiguo narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his mouth.

The old one is beaten, the younger one is brought in, it’s all the same routines of those bad cliché novels.

In his previous life, Li Aiguo read too many books like that, so he naturally had to take precautions early.

Just get rid of the old one to avoid trouble later.

So say it.

There are benefits to reading more novels.

On the streets of Chang'an.

Zhou Que pedaled his bicycle at high speed.

The Feige bicycle wheels, which could bear a load of 250 kilograms, were actually crushed by her fat body.

The bicycle also made a squeaking sound, which was really distressing.

"Give way, give way!"

Passers-by ducked for cover.

Zhou Que drew a blank stare, but didn't care.

Because her precious son was kidnapped by a bunch of blind guys.

She had to rescue her son quickly.

Zhou Que rode his bicycle for almost half an hour to the District Grain Bureau. By the time he ran to an office on the second floor, he was out of breath from exhaustion.

Inside the office.

Sitting there was a thin, middle-aged man, wearing a gray woolen tunic suit and looking upright.

He is Ma Xiaojun's father, Ma Lu, the director of the district grain bureau office.

(End of this chapter)