The train driver in the courtyard

Chapter 87
The morning sun hangs low on the treetops, like a big disc, emitting a majestic light.

When Li Aiguo arrived at Wang Dakui's house on a tandem bicycle, Wang Dakui just came back from the Pigeon Market.

Behind him was a young man who looked like a stick.

"Here comes patriotism."

After saying hello, Wang Dakui turned his head and slapped the young man on the head: "Call me brother."

"Brother Patriotic." The young man respectfully raised his right hand and saluted.

Li Aiguo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Da Kui, who is this?"

"His name is Zhang Erpao. He is a child of my uncle's family. His family's situation is similar to mine. His family background is not good, he has no hope of going to school, and he will not be able to assign jobs in the future. My uncle asked him to follow me to the pigeon market to beg for food."

Boy, this has become a family business.

Li Aiguo took out a cigarette and threw it to Zhang Erpao: "Is it possible?"

"Don't look at me young, I'm an adult this year." Zhang Erpao took the cigarette and stuffed it skillfully into his mouth.

"Patriotic, I heard Brother Da Kui talk about you, the train driver, the one who drives the big train, you are so old."

Wang Dakui scratched his forehead: "Brother, there are no rules."

Smoke came out of Zhang Erpao's nostrils, and he nodded at Wang Dakui: "Brother"

"Hey, are you the one who deliberately threw me away?"

Wang Dakui slapped him, and was about to clean up Zhang Erpao, but Zhang Erpao looked blank: "I called brother."

Li Aiguo could see that Zhang Erpao had something flawed in his head.

He reached out and grabbed Wang Dakui: "Okay, don't embarrass the child, I have business with you."

When it came to business, Wang Dakui became vigilant and looked around.

"Come on, let's go into the house and talk."

Entering the house, Wang Dakui took a peek at the window of the next room as usual.

"Mother, I'm back, it's still early, you go to bed first."

Hearing the response from inside, Wang Dakui took out the iron key and opened the big iron lock.

Seeing the white rice in the canvas bag, Zhang Erpao's eyes straightened.

He raised his sleeve and sipped his nose:

"Xiaozhan rice?"

This guy doesn't look very smart, but he is proficient in his business.

Li Aiguo threw the canvas bag on the table: "A total of [-] catties, high-quality Xiaozhan rice."

"Come on, if the halazi flows up, you won't be able to sell it at a high price."

Wang Dakui pushed Zhang Erpao away, stretched out his palm to stir the rice, and then took it out, there were some extra rice grains in his palm, he sniffed it in front of his nose, and narrowed his eyes.

"Qingxiang, it is indeed from Jincheng."

"Recently, the grain stores in the capital are full of old rice, and the price of rice in the pigeon market has increased by [-]%, and it can be sold for [-] cents."

"When you meet rich customers, you can raise the price."

Li Aiguo waved his hand: "On the basis of [-] cents, I will give you [-] cents per catty as labor remuneration, that is, [-] cents. You can take all the rice."

Hearing this, Wang Dakui's face blossomed with joy.

In the past, he had to string at least seven or eight Zhuangzi to receive the rice.

Li Aiguo is giving him money.

"Okay, Brother Patriotic, then I'm partial to you."

Zhang Erpao squeezed his nose and came over: "Brother Aiguo, you are the train driver, you can take whatever you want."

"Right now the most valuable thing in Beijing is meat. Those who are rich don't have tickets, those who have tickets are reluctant to eat it, and those who are willing to eat can't buy it."

"Why not some meat?"

Wang Dakui counted the money and slapped Zhang Erpao on the forehead.

"Brother Aiguo has his own reasons for doing things. You are a shabby boy. You should think about how to wash your sleeves clean."

Zhang Erpao was scolded, but he was not annoyed, and laughed while holding his nose.

After receiving the money handed over by Wang Dakui, Li Aiguo saw that Aunt Wang was still sleeping in the room next door, so he didn't bother him, got on his bicycle and went straight to the locomotive depot.

Twelve catties of rice, collected from Jincheng for [-] cents, sold to Wang Dakui for [-] cents per catty, with a net profit of [-] cents per catty.

The extra money for this trip made a net profit of [-] cents and [-] cents.

It doesn't look like much, but it is enough for a family's daily life.

Also, Li Aiguo is not here to make money, but to travel.

If Wang Dakui sells the rice smoothly, he will consider carrying some goods with higher profits.

Li Aiguo, who has been a man for two generations, is a little more cautious than ordinary people.

Facing the golden sunshine, we came to the locomotive depot.

After the morning meeting, check the train status as usual, board the train, and sit in the steel pipe driver's seat.

"Master Zheng, light the fire!"

"Burn the fire!"

Amidst the crashing sound of wheels and rails, Li Aiguo started a new busy day.

Trains are relatively simple in this era, and train drivers must always pay attention to the status of the train, otherwise it may lead to catastrophe.

The train arrived at Jingcheng Station, and the carriages were successfully hooked up.

Worried about "melting tiles", Li Aiguo held the maintenance hammer, opened the door and jumped off the train, ready to drill to the front of the car to "touch the axle".

After Ding Ding Dang checked, Li Aiguo climbed up from the rails.

At this time, the steam from the train radiated from all around, and the station was full of smoke.

As soon as I stood firm, I saw a young girl on the opposite side, who was about to climb over the railway track and run from here, and a train on the opposite side was about to enter the station.

The comrade on duty on the platform also noticed this situation, and the spoon in his mouth blew beeping.

But there was chaos on the platform, the noise drowning out the roar of the train and the beeping of the whistle.

"Fuck, something is going to happen!"

Master Zheng, the fireman, also saw the thin girl.

She walked on the railroad track without knowing it, and the locomotive not far away was roaring.

Just as Master Zheng was about to shout, he saw a black shadow rushing out like a cheetah.

"Li Aiguo!"

Master Zheng's exclamation attracted the attention of many people.

They all set their sights on Li Aiguo's speeding figure.

I couldn't help but sweat in my heart, the locomotive was close at hand, could Li Aiguo arrive in time?
"Gan Niniang, a dead woman who doesn't obey the traffic rules! Get the hell out of here!"

Li Aiguo ran with all his strength, his eyeballs almost popped out, and his chest seemed to be scorching with fire.

The girl in the floral dress felt the vibration of the rails and felt something was wrong, so she turned her head to look.

Seeing the black locomotive rushing towards her, she froze and froze in place.

"Draft horse, get out of here!"

Li Aiguo gritted his teeth in anger.

The legs didn't want to belong to me, and they ran forward desperately.

Five meters, two meters, one meter.
He rushed to the girl, before he could think about it, he flew up into the air and kicked her.

Kicking the girl off the track, Li Aiguo fell forward.

A gust of wind came from behind, and the hem of his shirt was lifted, and the crashing sound of the railroad tracks echoed in his ears.

At this time, Li Aiguo's spirit suddenly relaxed.

Unable to lift a little strength, he collapsed on the ground and collapsed into a word "奆".

"It hurts so much that I can't breathe."

It wasn't until a pleasant sound came from below that Li Aiguo realized that the ground seemed soft and was emitting heat.

Look down.

On the handsome face of Guazi, the long eyelashes contained tears, which made people feel a little distressed when they looked at them silently.

(End of this chapter)