The train driver in the courtyard

have to.

I originally wanted to plow the land again, but now I can only go back and study by myself.

Li Aiguo rode his bicycle back home, sat comfortably in a chair, picked up a book and started reading.

Just when Li Aiguo was working hard to dominate.

Thousands of miles away on the Wu Han Yangtze River, a brand new and majestic bridge stands quietly on the turbulent river surface.

There is still one week left before the Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge opens to traffic.

In order to welcome the upcoming opening ceremony, the bridge was decorated in red and green, large promotional slogans were posted, and technicians were conducting final inspections on the bridge.

Local publicity personnel, cleaners responsible for cleaning the bridge deck, and foreign experts visiting the bridge in an endless stream
Although the bridge has not yet been opened to traffic, it is already extremely busy.

At this time, the most nervous person was the sentry company commander Zhou Wenzhong.

He stood in front of the Hanyang bridgehead of the bridge, staring at the people coming and going on the bridge, and from time to time directing the sentries to check their documents.

Zhou Wenzhong is a veteran who came back from the battlefield in the north. He received training at the Shijingshan Meteorological Station and received guidance from Lao Mao, and his performance was exceptionally outstanding.

A while ago, Zhou Wenzhong suddenly received a task and was assigned to serve as the temporary sentry company commander stationed at the Hanyang bridgehead.

He knew that what he was guarding was not just a bridge, but the pride and confidence of a country and a nation.

He vowed to himself: "Even if I die, I will never let the bridge suffer even a little damage."

As the sun set, the people on the bridge gradually dispersed, and Zhou Wenzhong's tense heart gradually calmed down.

It looks like we have gotten through today safely again.

I don’t know when the comrades in the city will be able to catch those enemies, so they don’t have to live in fear all the time.

Just at this moment, a middle-aged man staggered towards them from a distance.

The soldier on duty, Mao Zujie, was wearing a single twill military uniform, neatly armed, carrying a live ammunition, and standing upright at his post.

He had only been on duty for ten minutes, but his uniform was already soaked with sweat.

Seeing the middle-aged man approaching, Mao Zujie became alert, rushed over quickly and stopped him.

"Comrade, please show your ID."

"I'm a cleaner. I was delayed because of diarrhea. Captain Chen and his men are on the bridge. Why don't you go ask them?"

"Please show me your ID."

"You little comrade, why are you so stubborn?"

Seeing that Mao Zujie insisted, the cleaner pretended to be angry, took out his work permit from his pocket and handed it over.

Mao Zujie checked the ID and compared it with the cleaner, but found nothing unusual, so he decided to let the cleaner pass.

After all, the bridge is about to be opened to traffic, and the cleaning work on the bridge is in full swing, and we cannot waste time.

"Stop!" At this time, Zhou Wenzhong, who had been staring at this side, walked over.

As he walked, he looked the cleaner up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.

The man was about forty years old, tall and thin, with a dark complexion. He was wearing a pair of gray homespun trousers that were torn at the knees and patched.

He was wearing a sleeveless white cloth jacket with a monk collar, which was so dirty that it was impossible to tell whether it was old or not.

He looks like an honest cleaner, nothing unusual.

The only special thing was that he was carrying a bag made of blue floral cloth, which was bulging as if it was filled with clothes.

Zhou Wenzhong took the cleaner's certificate from Xiao Wang and took a look at it.

"Zhao Erhan, a cleaner working for the Hanyang Gulou East Street Office?"

"Yes, yes, yes, leader, I am here to support the cleaning work of the bridge." Zhao Erhan smiled innocently.

Zhou Wenzhong raised his chin and pointed at the bundle: "What's in there?"

"It's dry food. We cleaners have to work on the bridge until 2 or 3 in the morning. If we don't have it, we won't be able to make it."

"Really? Open it and take a look."

"what?"

"Open it and take a look. This is not a request, it's an order."

Zhou Wenzhong repeated it again.

Zhao Erhan still looked hesitant, either scratching his hair or his ears.

At this time, the sentries nearby also noticed something unusual and gathered around, raising their spears and pointing them at Zhao Erhan.

Zhao Erhan knew that he was exposed, but instead of panicking, he just smiled bitterly.

"I've already told them that this won't work, that they can't just do it recklessly, but they just wouldn't listen. Now, something bad has happened.

It’s a pity that we won’t see the day when the bridge collapses.”

Hearing this, Zhou Wenzhong felt that something was wrong and the hairs on his body stood up. He immediately ordered the sentries to shoot and detain the man.

But it was too late.

Suddenly, a look of determination appeared on Zhao Erhan's face, and the bag fell to the ground.

Without waiting for the sentries to pull the trigger, he took a few steps and rushed to the bridge pier.

Zhao Erhan's action was very sudden, and the sentries did not dare to shoot because they didn't even know his identity.

Zhou Wenzhong was still holding his ID in his hand. By the time he threw it away and reached for his gun, it was too late.

Mao Zujie is too young, he is only 18 years old this year. In his understanding, the discovered enemy will always surrender and beg for mercy. He never thought that Zhao Erhan would be so decisive.

By the time they reacted, it was too late.

Zhao Erhan jumped off the bridge and fell straight into the surging river.

The sentries rushed over.

In movies and TV dramas, when faced with being surrounded, people are often able to miraculously escape by jumping into the river.

However, it is the dry season now, and the deck of the Yangtze River Bridge is 40 meters above the water surface.

When a person falls from a height of 40 meters, the final speed of entering the water is about 63.6 kilometers per hour.

Under this high-speed falling condition, the seemingly soft and elastic water flow will become as hard as concrete.

People who fall down don't drown, but fall to death.

Even if one is lucky enough not to die from the fall, the person who falls into the water will feel the greatness of nature.

Once you are trapped in the rapids, even if there are three people pulling the rope next to you, it will be of no help.

Don’t deceive the mountains or the waters!
Zhou Wenzhong knew that the river was fierce and there was absolutely no hope for Zhao Erhan to survive.

He asked the sentries to immediately notify the garrison and search for Zhao Erhan's body along the river bank.

After arranging everything, he walked slowly to the bundle, squatted down, and gently untied the bundle.

When he saw clearly what was inside, Zhou Wenzhong's face changed drastically.

"Report, report to your superiors quickly!"

Confidential phone calls were made one after another, and the news finally reached the capital at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Li Aiguo had already finished reading ten books and gained ten skill points.

I stretched and prepared to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

The third uncle's voice came from outside the door. "Aiguo, there's a call for you at the supply and marketing cooperative, don't waste time."

"coming."

The fact that people are willing to use the phone these days is enough to show how urgent the matter is.

Li Aiguo didn't even bother to take a shower. He ran out of the house and went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Aunt Fat was eating melon seeds. When she saw him come in, she pointed at the phone without even looking up.

"You can do it yourself. Remember, if it exceeds five minutes, there will be an extra fifty cents charge."

Li Aiguo picked up the phone and heard a familiar code from the other end. He quickly said, "I see. Second uncle is sick? Okay, I'll go right away."

pat.

The fat aunt who was timing the time felt a little depressed when she saw the four minutes and fifty seconds on her watch.

As a part-time telephone operator, Aunt Pang can share in the extra money she earns and share in the profits.

"You kid, you're always so fast."

"Auntie Fatty, why do your compliments sound so off-putting?"

Li Aiguo took out a dime, threw it on the counter, turned around, left the supply and marketing cooperative, and rode his bicycle straight to the weather station.

Since joining the organization, the farmer rarely assigned him tasks because of his status.

What happened today? I have to meet him before he goes to the Yangtze River Bridge.

He is a real driver, but the farmer is a fake farmer.

Li Aiguo certainly didn't think that the farmer met with him to discuss how to grow corn.

The bicycle was pedaled into a Hot Wheels.

Li Aiguo drove along the streets full of history and arrived at the Shijingshan Meteorological Station.

As soon as I reached the door, the weatherman who had been waiting there opened the side door.

"Driver Li, give me the bike."

The Shijingshan Meteorological Station has clearly made sufficient preparations.

Some people are responsible for cutting off the tail, some are responsible for catching the bicycles, and some are responsible for leading the way.

Li Aiguo arrived at the backyard in the shortest time possible, turned around several times in the rockery, and finally appeared in a corridor.

I walked along the corridor to the end and came to an ordinary wooden door.

Li Aiguo took a deep breath and knocked gently on the door.

After waiting for a response from inside, he pushed the door open.

This room should be one of the farmer's offices.

There was a huge map hanging on the wall, with arrows, circles and dense markings on it.

An old-fashioned telephone, pens and ink are placed on the large desk.

The familiar figure was sitting at the desk, looking through documents from all over the country.

After Li Aiguo closed the door, he tiptoed over.

"You sit first."

The farmer made comments on the document with the tip of his pen and handed it to his assistant.

"This document will be sent to Juxiang Library immediately."

After the assistant left, the farmer rubbed his temples, paused for a moment, then stood up and stretched out his hand to Li Aiguo.

"Comrade driver, let me first congratulate you on developing the Patriotic Steam Engine."

Looking at the young driver, the farmer felt that his decision not to formally include the driver in the organization was the right one.

The special front can indeed produce miraculous effects and is indispensable, but it is no match for true strength.

The steam engine developed by the driver not only exchanged for a large amount of technology, but also deepened the relationship with Hungary, which is something that no matter how powerful the agent is, he cannot do.

"Sir, the development of the steam engine is a collective effort." Li Aiguo remained humble as always.

He remembered something and wanted to take something out of the canvas bag, but then he remembered that the canvas bag was left outside.

"When I was attending the celebration, I met an American reporter who had already reported the situation to the weather station."

"We checked the reporter, his name is Ronan Jack. He is indeed a suspect, but there is no actual evidence.

In addition to some objective reasons, this person has now been sent away by us as a gift."

Li Aiguo understood the objective reasons.

People like Jack, wearing the cloak of a PSA reporter, are in a sense wearing a protective cover.

If you don't take action, they will take the opportunity to cause trouble.

If you take action, they will start yelling and slandering you for being unreasonable, which may cause unnecessary commotion.

Giving gifts is the best approach.

"Sir, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Look at this."

The farmer was not a talkative person. He took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Li Aiguo.

"This morning, a sabotage incident occurred at the Yangtze River Bridge.

Because we had received the news long ago, the enemy did not succeed.

It's just that this time the enemy was too stubborn and actually jumped into the river on the spot."

"You already knew in advance that there would be a destruction accident on the bridge?" Li Aiguo was surprised.

The farmer laughed and said, "This should be attributed to you. Remember the bandit you released?"

"Bandit Zhang Laodao, code name 6182?" A shifty face appeared in front of Li Aiguo.

"After Zhang Laodao surrendered to us, we checked and determined that he was truly repentant, so we sent him back.

This person was also a talented person. He quickly gained a foothold there and established a relationship with the wife of the director of the Office of the Deputy Chief of Intelligence Staff.

He was the one who brought the news this time."

The farmer looked at Li Aiguo with admiration.

This move was a surprising one at the time.

The Office of the Deputy Chief of the Intelligence Staff includes departments such as the "Intelligence Department" and the "Joint Intelligence Analysis Center", and is the most important department in the enemy's General Staff Headquarters.

Taoist Zhang is truly a talented person, he actually caught a big fish.

"Since you have the information, why don't you just arrest him?"

As soon as Li Aiguo said this, he realized he had made a stupid mistake.

Things like destroying the bridge are top secret even on the other side.

Even if Zhang Laodao got the information through his own expertise, it would probably be incomplete.

(End of this chapter)