The train driver in the courtyard

Chapter 585: Warm Baby, the Heir of Traditional Martial Arts Huang Jing

"Winter is coming soon, and I heard that train drivers are prone to cold legs, and I just happened to have some tiger skins left from a while ago.

I asked my father to make you a pair of tiger-skin leggings, tiger-skin elbow pads, and tiger-skin neckband."

Li Aiguo returned home in the cold wind, and Chen Xueru took the canvas bag.

An enamel mug of hot tea was brought over, and the tiger-skin three-piece set was taken out of the bag and placed on the table.

These three pieces of tiger skin equipment, plus the tiger skin vest and tiger skin pants on the body.

If Li Aiguo took off his cotton jacket, he could go to the capital to hunt animals and pretend to be a tiger.

"The shin guards and elbow pads are okay, but the scarf is too eye-catching. Wearing it makes you look like a wealthy man."

"Yeah, we should keep a low profile." Chen Xueru stuck out her tongue and put the scarf away first, waiting to change it into socks when she had time.

She has worked in the street office for so long and is no longer the little girl she used to be. She knows very well that money should not be revealed to others.

She felt that Li Aiguo did a very good job in pretending to be poor.

Li Aiguo now holds several positions. His monthly salary is more than 100 yuan, but his clothes are all worn-out and oil-stained.

There were patches on top of patches on his shirt, and the collar was washed white. If someone who didn't know the situation saw him from a distance, they would think he was a rag picker.

These days, the poorer you are, the more glorious you are!

The poorer, the prouder!
After dinner, Li Aiguo was planning to make plans for the hot pack.

As soon as I sat down at the desk, Miss Chen grabbed my arm.

Chen Xueru blinked and pointed towards the house: "Try the tiger skin four-piece suit."

"I'm about to go to bed, what are you trying?"

Li Aiguo was halfway through his words when he glanced at Miss Chen's blushing cheeks and immediately understood.

This is a bad thing under the guise of trying on clothes.

Miss Chen has become cunning too!
Li Aiguo held Chen Xueru's soft little hand, suppressed the impulse in his heart, and gave her instructions patiently.

"Xue Ru, didn't I tell you last time that we can't be in a hurry to have a baby? We need to stay calm."

Chen Xueru leaned close to his ear and whispered something. The hot air she exhaled made Li Aiguo's head buzz.

"What, a new posture? Yes, yes, yes, even the most brilliant theory must be verified by practice. You must try the clothes on to know if they fit you well."

Li Aiguo stood up suddenly, carried Chen Xueru into the room, threw her on the bed, and changed into a tiger-skin four-piece suit.

Tiger skin waistcoat, tiger skin wrist guards, tiger skin pants, tiger skin leggings. Worn on the body.

Look in the mirror.

Oh my god, there’s a wild man inside!
The savage's taut muscles are full of power, and he exudes a hormonal scent that will make any girl feel amorous.

Chen Xueru was drooling at the sight, she felt that she was a fashion designer of this era.

Li Aiguo picked up a stick and pointed it at Miss Chen.

“Ulala ulala.”

A war among primitive peoples began.

The night was quiet.

The night is lively.

Liu Lan from next door couldn't sleep because of the noise and kicked Xu Damao.

"Da Mao, what's going on next door? It sounds like there's a riot going on."

"Maybe he's patriotic and practicing foreign languages. You know, he loves studying."

Xu Damao yawned and said weakly, "Wife, let's go to bed. I have to go to the countryside to show a movie tomorrow."

boom!
Xu Damao was kicked under the bed.

Liu Lan was also a veteran of the battlefield, so how could he not tell whether the people next door were practicing foreign languages ​​or fighting.

Recently, Xu Damao's behavior has become more and more outrageous, and his public grain payment is never enough.

Liu Lan felt that his old illness had come back again.

In the house next door.

The wars between primitive peoples are over.

Under the dim light, Li Aiguo stretched comfortably.

In order to have a baby, Chen Xueru learned some weird tricks from somewhere, just like a turtle lying in its nest.

He felt that Chen Xueru was acting like a hooligan under the pretext of having a baby.

But that's just fine.

At this time, Chen Xueru was so tired that she could not move. It took her a long time to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Nothing was wasted this time. I should be able to get pregnant."

Chen Xueru cleaned it up and helped Li Aiguo wipe it. Then the two of them pulled up the quilt and leaned against each other.

Li Aiguo lit a cigarette and asked slowly, "Does your tailor shop have a kind of cloth that is both very thin and very strong?"

On the way back, Li Aiguo had already looked up the relevant technology of the warm baby in the system.

The hot pack is very simple, it generates heat through the chemical reaction between several minerals.

Those minerals can be bought at drugstores.

The key point is that non-woven fabrics that wrap minerals cannot be produced domestically at this time.

"It just so happens that I'm going to the hospital to visit my father tomorrow, so I'll ask for you while I'm at it." Chen Xueru felt that the time was about right, so she turned over and leaned against Li Aiguo.

"What's wrong with Dad?" Li Aiguo was a little nervous and sat up straight.

"I have rheumatism. The living conditions were tough in those years. I had to see off customers even in the middle of winter. Plus, the house was damp, so I developed the rheumatism.

When it rains, Dad feels so much pain that he can’t stand it.”

When Chen Xueru mentioned this, her mood suddenly became heavy.

Her mother died early, and it was Chen Fangxuan who raised the three siblings with great difficulty.

Now they all have jobs, and when it came time to report back to Chen Fangxuan, they could only watch helplessly as he suffered terribly from rheumatism, but were unable to do anything.

Rheumatism is an incurable disease these days. It seems that using a hot pack can also relieve it.

Only then did Li Aiguo make up his mind and secretly start the system.

Open the system panel.

Steam engine driving: 100;

Cooking: 15;

Cycling: 95;

Geological exploration technology: 20;

Criminal Investigation Technology: 61;

Mechanical design technology proficiency: 60;
EMU assembly body technology: 30;

Mechanical Skill Mastery: 60:

Hand rub nuke: 0;

Lithography machine manufacturing: 0;

Sow postpartum care: 0;

High-speed rail manufacturing technology: 0;
The current score is 916 points.

You can only get one point for completing a book.

You can’t pay for it like you can with Penguin Games, so every point is extremely valuable.

Li Aiguo is like a poor boy shopping in a high-end department store, trying to spend every point wisely.

So in recent months, he didn't spend a single point and finally accumulated more than 900 points.

For the train drivers in the locomotive depot and for my father-in-law, I'm going to splurge a little this time.

Li Aiguo searched for the hot pack in the system.

Soon a line of text appeared on the light blue screen in front of him.

Warm baby trap blueprint technology (100 points)

My goodness, such a simple thing costs 100 points, isn’t this extortion?
However, Li Aiguo knew that the ingredients of the warm baby were simple, but the ratio between the various ingredients was very critical.

It may take hundreds of experiments to find the best ratio.

What a waste of time.

Now the weather is getting colder day by day. The sooner you make a hot pack, the sooner you can help your relatives and friends.

“The points were well spent. Well spent.”

Li Aiguo repeated it seven or eight times before he made up his mind and clicked the buy button.

Almost instantly, a lot of unfamiliar knowledge suddenly appeared in my mind.

With the help of the system, the knowledge quickly became simple and easy to understand.

Iron powder, water, activated carbon, vermiculite, absorbent resin and salt, ingredient ratio, iron powder
(A 200,000-word technical description is omitted here.)
Li Aiguo originally thought that the technology of making the warm baby would be very simple, but he didn't expect it to be so complicated.

Yes, the technology provided by the system has been modified countless times to form the most perfect technology. How can it be so simple!
The hot pack made using system technology can achieve the maximum effect.

The points were well spent!

Seeing the rough man chuckling, Chen Xueru rubbed his chest.

"What good things are you thinking of?"

"Of course the wild men are going into the mountains."

Li Aiguo turned over
The bright moon in the sky shyly hid behind the clouds.

The night is getting darker.

Early the next morning.

Li Aiguo got up early and wrote a plan at his desk.

He swallowed seven eggs, two steamed buns and a bowl of cornmeal porridge in one gulp.

After eating and drinking, he rode his bicycle all the way to the locomotive depot and knocked on the door of Section Chief Xing.

Snapped.

The plan was slammed on the table.

"Make money!"

Facing the hand that Li Aiguo extended, Director Xing Duan's eyes suddenly widened.

"Aiguo, what new ideas do you have?"

Both the instant noodles and umbrella projects were a great success, and Director Xing is now full of confidence in Li Aiguo.

Confidence has inertia. Section Chief Xing picked up the project book and originally planned to take a casual look at it and then approve the plan.

After just two glances, his brows furrowed.

"Iron powder, water, activated carbon, vermiculite. Aiguo, are you planning to open a Chinese medicine shop?"

"Don't tell me, this thing has the same effect as the Chinese medicine shop, it can cure diseases and save lives."

Li Aiguo explained the benefits of the hot pack.

"It can generate heat at any time, relieve the pain caused by cold legs and rheumatism, and can also keep you warm. This thing is tailor-made for our locomotive depot."

At first, Director Xing thought Li Aiguo was bragging, but after he understood the function of the warm baby, he became excited.

The jobs in the locomotive depot are not just train drivers.

There are more maintenance workers and switchmen, and these workers work much harder than train drivers.

Even in ice and snow, they have to brave the cold and walk along the railway tracks to protect the safety of the trains.

Every winter, countless workers suffer from frostbite due to the severe cold, and even a special frostbite department was set up in the Railway Hospital.

"Approved, you hurry up and make this thing."

After realizing the importance of the hot packs, Director Xing approved a huge amount of scientific research funds of one hundred yuan with a stroke of his pen.

Considering that the locomotive depot is not a Chinese medicine shop.

There were no strange things among the supplies confiscated from the train, so Director Xing wrote another letter of introduction.

After getting the letter of introduction, Li Aiguo started another day's driving task.

In the afternoon, the locomotive stopped at the locomotive depot. Li Aiguo brought Huang Jing to the logistics department to ask for research funds.

When Section Chief Liu from the Logistics Department saw Huang Jing, he treated her like his own daughter. He served her tea and water and asked about her well-being.

Instead, the truck driver Li Aiguo was left aside.

"Chief Liu, please take a look at this funding."

Li Aiguo handed over the list.

Without even glancing at it, Section Chief Liu stamped the bill, called a clerk over, and withdrew 100 yuan for Li Aiguo. He continued to stare at Huang Jing and said, "Little Huang, when are you free to come to our logistics warehouse?"

"It's a bit boring to catch mice all the time. Let's wait a few days."

Seeing that Huang Jing did not refuse, Section Chief Liu was very excited and personally escorted the two out of the department.

Li Aiguo finally came to his senses at this time.

He stopped and looked Huang Jing up and down: "Apprentice, how many rats have you helped the logistics department catch?"

Huang Jing raised her chin, eyelids raised, thought for a moment, and said, "Not many, probably only about a hundred or eighty.

At the beginning, there were a lot of mice, and they were stupid and easy to catch.

Later, the mice learned their lesson, and I had to work very hard to catch one.”

When Li Aiguo heard this, he felt something was wrong.

The logistics department’s warehouse stored various supplies confiscated from trains, many of which were grain and food.

Because these materials were public property and could not be easily distributed to the workers, they could only be piled there, attracting a lot of rats.

Those rats were large and extremely cunning, and soon the problem became a plague.

To this end, the Logistics Department spent a huge sum of fifty cents to buy a few rural cats from the villagers.

As a result, those country cats that were very good at catching mice in the countryside were no match for the city mice.

The Logistics Department set traps and used rat poison, but nothing worked.

"How do you catch mice?"

Whoosh. Huang Jing pulled out a dart from her waist.

"My family's kung fu, if there's a rat more than ten meters away, I can kill it with one shot."

The dart is streamlined, smooth, and made of pure steel. The dart head is sharp, the blade is sharp, and the red tassel on the tail of the dart has been ripped off.

Wow, if this disciple was put in an anti-Japanese war drama, he would at least be the character who could kill the Japanese with a dart from 800 meters away.

Li Aiguo: "."

He was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Huang Jing, Master is pretty good to you, right?"

"That's really great, you're the best master!" Huang Jing put the dart into her waist, put her hands behind her back and walked towards the door with happy little steps.

Li Aiguo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Traditional martial arts are very popular these days, and taking in disciples is also risky.

Li Aiguo took Huang Jing to a Chinese medicine store to buy vermiculite, then went to the maintenance workshop to sweep up some iron powder, and went to the cafeteria to pour half a can of salt.

Finally, there is one main ingredient missing: activated carbon.

When I returned to the studio, I saw comrades from the rescue team next door warming themselves by a fire.

After saying hello, he asked Huang Jing to get a large piece of charcoal.

The materials were laid out on the table, looking very messy.

Huang Jing frowned and said, "Master, what are you doing? Chinese medicine, garbage, and wood blocks..."

"Xiao Huang, the master is here to perform a magic trick for you."

Li Aiguo mixed various materials together according to the proportions given by the system, then wrapped the materials in a piece of rag and poured clean water on them.

Hiss, hiss, hiss. White smoke soon came out of the rags.

Huang Jing was stunned. She reached out to touch it and found that the cloth bag was actually a little hot.

She looked at the cloth bag, then at Li Aiguo: "Master, are you a god?"

"What immortal? Comrade Huang Jing, you must remember that you are a brave materialist fighter."

Li Aiguo gave him a few words of instruction, then pointed at the cloth bag and said, "This thing is called a warm baby. Put it on your body to keep you warm."

Huang Jing's eyes suddenly widened and she stared at the rag bag, unable to move away.

Of course, simple hot packs have no practical value.

In the following few days, Li Aiguo modified the warm baby according to the system.

Everything is ready, except for the non-woven fabric to cover the material and the gelatin for the outermost layer.

Non-woven fabric can be replaced by ultra-thin and strong cloth, but the thermal conductivity is slightly worse.

Gelatin is essential.

It is applied between the non-woven fabric and the outer layer of the warm baby, which can prevent air from entering through the breathable membrane and avoid premature chemical reactions in the material.

In later generations, gelatin for industrial use was extracted from petroleum. However, the chemical industry was backward at that time, so this approach was temporarily blocked.

Practical gelatin is made from pig skin, cow skin, and donkey skin.

Pig skin can be obtained.

After work, Li Aiguo rode his bike around the vegetable market.

It was almost evening and the fat on the meat rack had long been sold out, leaving only some unwanted lean meat hanging there.

The butcher squatted nearby, puffing on his pipe.

Li Aiguo took out a cigarette and wanted to ask if there was any pig skin for sale.

The butcher looked Li Aiguo up and down and said, "Do I look like pig skin?"

Li Aiguo shook his head.

"That's it!" The old man rolled his eyes and said with a pout, "Each market can only get two pigs these days. There are tens of thousands of residents waiting to eat meat, so there's not enough to go around. They're all snatched up as soon as they're delivered."

"Is there anyone who wants pig skin?" Li Aiguo took out another cigarette before he understood the situation.

These days pig hair and pig skin are important industrial materials and can be made into brushes, bags and shoes.

Therefore, some of the live pigs supplied by the food station are skinned.

At the same time, the pig skin is also a delicious dish after being fried.

Those that were not peeled were snatched away, along with the fat.

Well, even pig skin has become precious.

It seems that I can’t buy pork skin at the vegetable market. I have to get up early tomorrow and try my luck at the food station on the outskirts of the city.

The next morning, it was just dawn.

Li Aiguo crawled out of the bed, put on a tiger-skin four-piece suit, a thick cotton jacket, cotton trousers, and cotton boots.

He also wore a thick cotton mask on his face.

The whole person was wrapped up like a big bear.

Then he opened the door and stepped into the cold wind.

As soon as I pushed my bicycle out of the backyard, I saw Jia Zhang and Yi Zhonghai walking outside one after the other.

"I say, you two, are you planning to elope?"

Jia Zhang was startled and opened her mouth to curse, but when she saw that it was Li Aiguo, she swallowed the words back.

Yi Zhonghai smiled awkwardly: "Patriotic, let's exercise."

Jia Zhang's eyes rolled and she also said that it was good to exercise.

Good man, you really take others for fools.
But I, Li Aiguo, am not the kind of person who meddles in other people’s affairs. I ignored the two of them and rode away on my bicycle.

Jia Zhang patted her chest and said, "I was scared to death."

Yi Zhonghai said depressedly: "Who told you to follow me to the food station?"

"I'm just worried that you might eat the meat on the way."

Yi Zhonghai: "."

When talking about going to the food station with Jia Zhang to buy pork, Yi Zhonghai felt a little depressed.

A while ago, the factory issued the meat coupons that had been in arrears for several months.

Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu received a total of three kilograms of meat tickets.

I originally planned to save the meat and buy some to make dumplings during the Chinese New Year.

Who would have thought that after Jia Zhang found out, she would insist on selling meat right away.

The reason is very good: "Meat supply is tight during the Spring Festival, and you may not be able to buy it."

Yi Zhonghai hadn't eaten meat for a while, so he agreed.

Who would have thought that Jia Zhang would insist on going with them.

"Stop talking and let's go. The food station is so far away. If we get there too late, the meat might be sold out."

The two of them said nothing more and walked quickly towards the food station in the cold wind.

In those days, materials were purchased and sold under unified management, and food stations were places specifically responsible for purchasing, slaughtering, and selling live pigs.

The food station was responsible for supplying pork to the supply and marketing cooperatives and vegetable markets, and its nature was similar to that of slaughterhouses in later generations.

You can’t buy pork in the vegetable market, but you can buy it here.

It was just dawn when Li Aiguo arrived at the suburban food station on his bicycle.

The Beijing Suburban Food Station was the only food station within a radius of forty or fifty miles. All the fat pigs raised by the commune could only be sent here to be sold.

On the road one could see ox carts, horse carts, and donkey carts, all carrying live pigs, heading towards the food station.

To get to the food station, one has to pass a high slope, which is about seven or eight meters high. Li Aiguo pedaled hard a few times and was about to reach the top of the slope.

Suddenly I saw an old man and a young boy in front of me, pulling a flatbed cart up the slope.

The three pigs on the flatbed truck were particularly fat, weighing a total of four to five hundred kilograms.

The old member leaned forward, and then leaned forward again, forming a 50-degree angle with the ground.

The child was in front, pulling the rope with all his might.

The old member stepped on a stone, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

At this time, the child could not pull the flatbed cart by himself.

The flatbed truck, the proposed means of transport, had no brake system at all and began to slide backwards.

At this time, the old member had already tried his best, his face turned blue, and he wanted to shout at Goudan to loosen the rope.

But the thought of the flatbed cart sliding down and the three pigs getting hurt or running away would create big trouble.

Pigs are more valuable than people.

He gritted his teeth and used up his last bit of strength, but the cart behind him still squeaked and fell backwards.

Just when the old member had accepted his fate, a tall figure jumped out and pushed the cart from behind.

It turned out that when he saw the flatbed truck was about to slide backwards, Li Aiguo grabbed the bicycle brake, jumped off, threw away the bicycle, and rushed over quickly.

Li Aiguo was young and strong, and had great strength, so he managed to hold up the cart.

The old member got a chance to catch his breath, hurriedly jumped up from the ground and re-set up the flatbed.

The three men worked together to pull the flatbed truck up the slope.

The old member's back was covered with cold sweat. He stood there and took a few breaths and said, "Comrade, thank you so much. I am Zhao Dongshan, a livestock breeder from Shiqiao Commune. If it weren't for you, I would have no way to explain to the commune if something happened to these three pigs."

"You're welcome. Workers and members are one family. We will help anyone who encounters this problem."

Shiqiao Commune is more than 20 miles away from the capital, and it is not easy for two people to pull the pigs all the way here on a flatbed cart.

When the old member saw the child standing there in a daze, he quickly asked him to say hello to Li Aiguo.

"This is my son Goudan."

"This kid is really smart." Li Aiguo took out a piece of candy from his pocket and handed it to Goudan.

Goudan looked at Tang and subconsciously hid back. When he saw Zhao Dongshan nod, he took it and said, "Thank you, uncle."

"Call me brother"

Li Aiguo felt helpless.

Does being a train driver make you look so old?

He went back down the slope, pulled up his bike, and prepared to leave.

Zhao Dongshan saw that the horizontal bar of the bicycle was scratched, and said with some guilt: "Comrade, in order to save me, your bicycle was also broken. How about I sell the pigs and get the money to repair your bicycle?"

"Why fix it? A bicycle is just a means of transportation. It's normal for it to get bumped into or dented."

Because the food station was not far away at this time, Li Aiguo did not ride his bicycle, but followed the two people all the way to the entrance of the food station.

At this time, there was already a long line of members outside the food station who wanted to sell live pigs.

There were dozens or even hundreds of horse-drawn carriages, mule-drawn carriages, donkey-drawn carriages, and ox-drawn carts. It was a huge procession.

The big fat pig tied to the flatbed cart pooped a big pile of shit and also let out a long stream of water.

Zhao Dongshan kicked the pig's butt and cursed: "A few pounds are missing again, which is a lot of money!"

He had a sad face and his eyes were full of resentment.

(End of this chapter)