The train driver in the courtyard

Chapter 38 Zhou Ke
the other side.

After the meeting.

Xu Damao leaned in front of Li Aiguo, ate melon seeds, and said with a smile: "Aiguo, how about it, buddy, you can play with the double reed, right?"

"In our compound, we must count smart people, and Brother Da Mao, you are number one." Li Aiguo gave a thumbs up.

"That's right, with their little brains, together they are not my opponent."

Xu Damao couldn't close his mouth after being praised.

Li Aiguo took out a cigarette, threw one to Xu Damao, and said with a smile, "I just got it from our Chief Duan, and it's not warm yet."

"You kid can do it, draw a big knife."

Xu Damao took the cigarette, took out a match, lit it for Li Aiguo first, and then lit it himself.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Damao gave a thumbs up, with envy on his face, and praised:

"Teacher cadres go to Taihang, regiment cadres sit on the front of the car, battalion cadres ring the golden bell, platoon cadres use big swords, and revolutionary fighters go to the sun."

"Your boy is now the standard for a company platoon leader."

To talk about good cigarettes, Xu Damao really has no shortage.

On weekdays, in the name of caring for the elders, he can go to Lou Zhenhua's office to find half a bag of Zhonghua.

It's just that Dadao cigarettes are not sold outside, and the level is not enough, so Lou Zhenhua can't buy them even if he has money.

Xu Damao took a few deep breaths of cigarettes and made up his mind:

"Come on, let's drink at home. My old man brought two catties of sweet potatoes from the commune down below to burn."

"No, I have something else to do."

Li Aiguo saw that it was getting late, remembering to go to Zhou Tiehu's house as a guest, so he refused Xu Damao.

Xu Damao seemed to have thought of something, and patted Li Aiguo's shoulder: "You are busy with business, so I won't delay you, next time we two have a good drink."

Back at the house, Xu Jixiang just came back from a movie in the countryside.

His canvas bag was full of stuff.

Seeing Xu Damao enter the room, Xu Jixiang opened the canvas bag and said triumphantly, "Son, look what good things I got."

As he spoke, he took out the contents of the canvas bag.

Red dates, pecans, millet, sweet potatoes. Red underpants
The red underpants were women's, threaded, stained, and looking filthy.

Xu Damao:
Xu Jixiang:
Xu's mother, who was preparing to cook, stopped in her tracks, and her face darkened visible to the naked eye.

Xu Jixiang looked at the red underpants, was silent for a moment, then looked up at Xu's mother.

"Old lady, if I say that these underpants were picked up on the road, will you believe me?"

"What do you say!"

Mother Xu stretched out her hand, grabbed Xu Jixiang by the ear, and lifted him up from the chair.

"Well, Xu Jixiang, I let you steal things while the movie was playing, but I didn't let you steal people!"

"It hurts." Xu Jixiang grinned.

"Snapped!"

As soon as the words fell, he suffered a big blow.

"Xu Jixiang, you're in your forties or fifties, why are you still so dishonest!"

"Old woman, I was wrong. It's all the fault of those little women. They seduced me."

"They? More than one?" An invisible flame burst out from Mother Xu's head.

Xu Jixiang:
Xu Damao admired the wonderful women's singles and ate the mountain goods in the bag.

Click!

Hey, why does this big red date have a fishy smell?
The night is like a velvet blanket wrapping the entire capital city, and the streets look extraordinarily peaceful.

Li Aiguo came to Zhou Tiehu's house on a bicycle with five catties of Fuqiang fans.

Seeing Fuqiang fans, Wang Cuie's eyes straightened.

After reacting, her face was ugly: "Your child is all from our own family, what are you doing!"

"Duanli rewarded dozens of catties, and I couldn't finish it all by myself, so I brought it for everyone to try." Li Aiguo laughed.

Wang Cui'e wiped the corners of her eyes, and gave him a light thump: "You child, I really can't do anything about you."

"By the way, Zhou Ke is back from work today."

At this time, a voice came from inside the house: "Patriotism is here?"

A young man of seventeen or eighteen rushed out from the back room.

He is 1.7 meters tall, wearing the uniform of a railway policeman and a hat with a big brim on his head.

Unlike the yellow-brown uniforms of comrades in the police station, the uniforms of the railway police officers are dark black, which makes them look more energetic when worn.

This young man is Zhou Tiehu's son Zhou Ke, who is currently working at the Railway Police Station.

Seeing Li Aiguo, Zhou Ke was extremely excited: "Aiguo, I heard from my father that you got double hundred points?"

"Of course, you don't even look at who we are!"

The predecessor had a very good relationship with Zhou Ke. The two grew up together. In the words of the capital, they were young, so they didn't have to put on airs in front of him.

Zhou Ke seemed to think of something, and mysteriously took out a dark object from the room.

"Patriotic, look, I fired a gun today."

Under the illumination of the light, the black pistol emitted a little bit of cold light, and Li Aiguo's eyes were straightened.

"Come on, let me take a look."

"Be careful, don't touch the safety switch."

Li Aiguo took the gun and weighed it in his hand.

The pistol was heavy, and there was a sense of solidity in my heart.

No wonder people often say that a pistol is a man's guts.

Holding this thing in his hand, he is indeed a lot more courageous.

Seeing that Li Aiguo was interested in the pistol, Zhou Ke was even more proud.

"Patriotic, do you know what kind of pistol this is?"

"Type 51 semi-automatic pistol, caliber 7.62mm, capacity of 8 rounds, rate of fire 25 rounds/min, effective range 50 meters."

Zhou Ke was a little confused: "How do you know so much?"

Li Aiguo looked at the system panel: Pistol Shooting Skill: 70, and was speechless for a while.

Originally, he thought that the pistol shooting technique of the original owner was just a figurative metaphor, but it was actually a conventional technique of threading needles.

After all, a technical secondary school student would never have the opportunity to touch a pistol, let alone improve his shooting skills to 70 points.

The moment he got the pistol, Li Aiguo thought of many things again.

He misunderstood the predecessor.

This pistol shooting technique is a real shooter gun.

In the physical education class of the railway technical secondary school, live ammunition shooting and grenade throwing exercises are important items.

The predecessor seems to be very talented in military affairs, and got high marks in both items.

"Ham, I'm older than you, and I'm your brother, so I know more than you." Li Aiguo joked.

Zhou Ke took the pistol back and rolled his eyes: "You are only two months older than me."

"Two months old is still too old, call me brother!"

"While playing, I am now a glorious railway police officer!"

The two were playing around when Zhou Tiehu came back, holding a big watermelon in his arms.

"Patriotism is here too. It's just right. We're going to distribute benefits in logistics today. Come and try it."

The benefits of the railway sector in this era are quite good.

You don't need a ticket to take the train, just take out your work permit.

Briquettes and firewood are distributed in winter, and popsicles and watermelons are distributed in summer.

If you are a lesbian, you can also get toilet paper.

The watermelon is a local 'old stupid melon' with green rind and dark green stripes.

After cutting, the juice flows sideways, and it tastes like honey in your mouth.

Three or two pieces of watermelon entered his stomach, which made Li Aiguo feel a little bloated after dinner.

Wang Cuie brought another plate of melon seeds and put them on the table.

"Come on, Patriotic, eat some melon seeds."

Zhou Ke curled his lips beside him: "Mother, I have been greedy for these melon seeds several times, but you hide them and don't let me eat them."

"How come patriotism comes, and you just bring it out! Am I still your son?"

Wang Cuie stared at him: "Yes, you are not my son, but my daughter, okay?"

Zhou Ke: .
Watching the two mother and son quarreling, Li Aiguo ate the melon seeds, feeling warm in his heart.

This is the so-called family atmosphere.

When I officially joined the work, maybe I should consider personal issues.

When Li Aiguo returned to the courtyard, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and the courtyard was completely dark.

Back in the house, I washed up hastily, and lay on the bed, but I couldn't sleep.

Hey.

Golden Dragon Panzhu!

(End of this chapter)