20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 50 Railway
"Clack clack..."

"crunch..."

The stubborn donkey cart swayed and squeaked through the streets and alleys, heading straight for the railway shed in the west of the city.

Guan Wei bared his teeth, shook his head and said, "Xiaodao, if that doesn't work, I'll be the one driving the car."

Jiang Xiaodao waved his whip and said stubbornly: "No, I will rush!"

Guan Wei bumped his butt in the air, with a grimace on his face, and said: "Eldest nephew, although your sixth uncle and I are not very old, if you keep bumping like this, I will fall apart no matter what. Right? Girl?"

The little girl was sitting on the back of the scooter, bumping even harder, not daring to speak at all for fear of biting her tongue.

"Oh, Uncle Six, don't worry, I can do it!" Jiang Xiaodao said with an impatient look, "You can't rely on me even if you stumble. This blind donkey is useless and needs to be beaten!"

As he spoke, he swung his whip and hit the donkey's butt hard.

It was rare for that stubborn donkey to meet someone more stubborn than it. It immediately got into trouble with Jiang Xiaodao. As soon as it hurt, it immediately started running wildly, causing the three people in the car to lose their recognition.

After struggling like this for a while, when they arrived to the west of the White Tower, the three of them had experienced a great disaster.

Jiang Xiaodao moved for a moment, jumped out of the car, stretched his neck and looked forward, only to see a row of dark work sheds not far away. From time to time, there were three or two bright yellow light spots wandering back and forth along the railway.

Jiang Xiaodao knew that it was the night watchman on the railway.

Since the day the construction of the Da Maozi railway began, there have been many martyrs who have wreaked havoc, including the "Big Brother" and the "loyalty army". In the past two years, there has also been the Du family bearded man who is known as "beating foreigners".

Although the people from all walks of life are not large in scale, they are like mosquitoes and flies. They cannot be beaten or blasted away, which gives Maozi a headache.Therefore, important nodes of the railway are always protected by guards, and workers are hired to watch at night.

"Uncle Six, you are here watching the donkey cart. I will go there and be back soon."

"Xiaodao, can you do it alone?" Guan Wei was a little worried, "Don't meet Mao Zi."

Jiang Xiaodao curled his lips: "Sixth Uncle, look at what you said, if you really meet Mao Zi, what are you doing?"

Guan Wei was choked so much that he quickly yelled at him: "Okay, okay, who cares whether you die or not, go ahead and wait for Lao Qi to come over in a while, I will go find you again."

"Ok!"

Jiang Xiaodao agreed, then poured all the gold and silver jewelry in Mrs. Feng's box into his arms, patted them, stood there and took a deep breath, and then walked forward.

Although I knew that I was not here to cause destruction, I was still a little scared because of the plum blossoms in the melon field.

Following one of the lights, while walking forward to take out a pack of cigarettes, the river path crossed a line of dead grass and shrubs. The sound of rustling underfoot immediately attracted the attention of the watchman.

"Who?"

It could be heard that the other party's voice was also a little weak. If he really met a bandit who was fighting against Russia, the watchman's life would probably be decided here.

"Uncle, don't shout, we are one of our own!" Jiang Xiaodao called softly.

The watchman not far away raised his oil lamp and stared forward with his eyes wide open. He was slightly relieved when he saw that the person coming was a teenager.

"Whose kid, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

The watchman looked to be in his 50s or [-]s. He was thin and had a few wrinkles on his caramel-colored face.

"Uncle, can you do me a favor? I'll find a friend."

The watchman was not at ease. He held up the oil lamp and looked behind Jiang Xiaodao.

Jiang Xiaodao chuckled: "Don't look away, uncle, I really came here alone."

The watchman looked him up and down and asked suspiciously: "Who are you looking for in the middle of the night?"

"Do you have a man here, whose surname is Zhang, Zongchang, or Zhongchang? He is the one who can speak Maozi dialect. He is quite tall and his accent is not from the local area."

"Ah!" The watchman immediately understood, "You said Zhang Big! Why are you looking for him?"

"It's no big deal, I'm just asking him about someone."

"Everyone is asleep at this time. You can come back tomorrow!" Jiang Xiaodao stepped forward and without any further effort, he took out a Longyang from his arms and stuffed it into the watchman's hand.

"Hey, uncle, please do me a favor. I have to go far away tomorrow morning, so I may not be able to see you."

The watchman weighed the silver dollar in his hand, it was beautiful.

"Seeing that it's quite difficult for you to come all the way here, I'll go and ask for you. By the way, what's your name?"

"Jiang Xiaodao."

"Okay, then just wait here and don't run around!"

"No! No!" Jiang Xiaodao agreed with a playful smile.

The watchman turned around and walked towards the work shed.

After watching the old watchman leave, Jiang Xiaodao squatted beside the railway and waited. When he had nothing to do, he picked up the gravel on the roadside and piled it on the railway track one by one.

When the stones were two feet long, there was a movement from the work shed.

Jiang Xiaodao stood up in a hurry, but saw Zhang Zongchang holding up the waistband of his cotton trousers while cursing and muttering: "Damn it, what bastard stayed up late at night and came here to disturb me!"

"Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Zongchang heard the movement and looked up. He was a little surprised, so he quickly jumped two steps and came closer.

"Oh, brother, it's you! Why are you back again? Didn't I tell you to hide somewhere else?"

Jiang Xiaodao smiled in response and said, "I heard that there is no news here, so I just wanted to come back and see you."

Zhang Zongchang laughed, patted Xiaodao's shoulder, and said happily: "Thank you, brother, for still thinking about me! It's just the right time. I wrote a new poem yesterday, and I'm worried that no one will share it, so I'll talk to my brother first."

It can be seen that this guy really loves poetry.

But Jiang Xiaodao didn't have the time to spare, so he had no choice but to say: "Brother Zhang, let's talk about the poem later. I have something to do with you!"

"Hey! Brother, you and I make friends through poetry. When I finish reciting this poem, you can talk about your business. Don't worry, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse!"

How can it be fixed?Listen!
"Brother Zhang, please!"

Zhang Zongchang cleared his throat and chanted to the moon very formally:
"What's flying in the sky, coming in piles here and there?"

"Could it be that the Jade Emperor built the Golden Palace and sifted lime and sifted lime?"

After finishing the poem, Zhang Zongchang laughed loudly and asked: "Brother, can you guess what I am reciting?"

Jiang Xiaodao couldn't get rid of the sweat on his forehead. After thinking for a long time, he hesitated and guessed: "Uh...could it be snow?"

"Hahahahaha!" Zhang Zongchang hugged Jiang Xiaodao, "Let me just say that we are 'confidants in the world'! The one who knows me is Brother Jiang!"

"Brother Zhang, you praise me too much. I'm just a fart with the wind and a blind dick!" Jiang Xiaodao responded with a silly smile, "Well, can you tell me about me now?"

"Say!" Zhang Zongchang slapped his chest, "A scholar will die for his confidant! If you have anything to do, just say it!"

"Brother Zhang, Lao Cui, do you still remember?"

"Of course I remember, isn't he the guy in our team who dumped dirt!"

"No, no." Jiang Xiaodao waved his hand quickly, "I mean the old Cui who was with me, the one who was kidnapped by Maozi on the fifth day of the first lunar month in front of the Changfeng Escort Agency!"

Zhang Zongchang was stunned for a while, nodded slightly and said, "Ah, yes, yes, it seems there is such a person."

Without saying a word, Jiang Xiaodao immediately poured out all the gold and silver jewelry in his arms.

"Brother Zhang, I have a little money. Can you think of a way with Mao Zi to redeem him for me?"

　Thank you Tiancang Xueyi for your reward support!Compare your heart!
　　(The poem "Song of Snow" does not match the time. It is a piece of music, so don't take it seriously.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)