A Heavenly King Covers a Tiger, A Chick Must Be Stewed with Mushrooms!
After leaving the rolling mill, they headed towards Changping City.
Very soon,
Zhang Ping 'an left the city.
After the coal was delivered, the villagers began to unload the goods.
He was invited to dinner by the leader of the community.
There were six dishes and one soup, three meat and three vegetables. The soup was chicken soup, and the wine was Liu Ling's.
In this era, the countryside was very poor. Such a banquet could be said to have cost a fortune.
But the village had no choice.
After all, trucks were so rare in this era.
If he didn't serve the driver well, he would go back and tell the unit,
It would not be easy to borrow a car next time.
Even if they could barely borrow a car to transport coal or something, they would turn to potholes.
When you reach the community, you can get a quarter less of a truck of coal.
The Commune naturally knew which was more important.
After eating and drinking his fill, Zhang Ping 'an drove back.
In this era, there was no drinking and driving, so it was quite common.
Just as he turned out of the small road and onto the main road, he saw a black-faced man waving at him.
He stepped on the brakes and the car stopped steadily.
"Comrade, are you going into the city? Can you give me a ride?"
The man smiled at Zhang Ping 'an.
Zhang Ping 'an waved his hand and gestured for him to get into the car.
It was boring to drive alone, and it was easy to get sleepy in the afternoon. It was good to have someone to chat with to relieve boredom.
The man thanked him profusely and got into the car, sitting in the passenger seat.
As soon as he sat down, he took out seven or eight eggs from the basket and placed them in the storage box of the car.
" Brother, we're from the countryside. We don't have anything good. You can eat the eggs…"
"Are you going to the city to visit your relatives?" Zhang Ping 'an glanced at his basket of eggs and asked.
"Hey, what relative…" The man scratched his head but did not continue.
Zhang Ping 'an immediately understood.
It seemed that this man had entered the city to sell eggs.
The two of them chatted along the way. The man became familiar with Zhang Ping 'an and also unloaded the bridal chamber.
She told him,
He had secretly raised chickens in the mountains and would go to Beijing to sell eggs every once in a while.
Nowadays, eggs were nutritious.
Although the supply and marketing cooperative sold them for five cents each, they needed egg coupons to buy eggs.
His eggs were sold in the black market. They did not need tickets and were eight cents each. They sold very well and the supply was in short supply.
"I'm from the countryside and don't live in the city. I can only sell them quickly and go home. I heard that the egg-dropping team in the city sells them for ten cents each.”
The so-called egg-dropping team referred to people who specialized in selling eggs.
People's lives were difficult these days, especially those in the countryside.
They dug for food in the fields all year round, and their stomachs were not full.
Therefore, even if selling agricultural and sideline products is punished,
However, speculation and profiteering were still prohibited.
...
After entering the city, Zhang Ping 'an placed the man under the city gate and returned to the factory.
It was already three in the afternoon.
Captain Qian patted him on the shoulder when he saw that he had returned safely.
" Not bad, not bad. You've won the first battle. However, you're a Level 2 pilot. This short trip was an accident…"
"In the future, there's a high chance that you'll have to run long distances all over the country. Can you overcome that?”
After all, second-level pilots in the rolling mill were rare.
Therefore, Qian Baucao couldn't let Zhang Ping 'an stay in a short distance.
As for short distances, even a deputy level five could run.
"I can overcome it." Zhang Ping 'an replied.
"Alright, although we have many drivers, we lack leadership skills.
The vice-captain is going to retire after the new year. Do a good job here..."
Qian Bacao didn't finish his sentence.
But Zhang Ping 'an understood what he meant.
After this trip, there was nothing else to do.
Zhang Ping 'an drank tea in the office and stayed up until he got off work.
When Fu's bell rang,
Zhang Ping 'an walked out of the factory.
He first went to Niu Street to buy some food and then bought a bottle of Erguotou from the supply and marketing cooperative.
Then, without stopping, they arrived near New North Bridge and turned into Tuer Alley.
He walked into a large courtyard with ease and knocked on the door of the innermost room.
"Is Dongpo here?"
"Yes."
A young male voice answered from inside the room.
Then, there was the sound of a chair being pulled out from the room.
After a while,
The door opened.
A chubby young man with a crew cut appeared in front of Zhang Ping 'an.
There weren't many fat people in this era.
The male protagonist had been here for eight years, and the fatty he had seen was also this person and the Jia Zhang family of the Siheyuan.
However, rather than saying that this person was fat, it was better to say that he was stocky.
And Jia Zhangshi was as fat as a steamed bun.
When Fatty opened the door and saw Zhang Ping 'an, he was dumbfounded.
Zhang Ping 'an took off his mask and smiled at him.
"Heavenly King Covers the Earth Tiger!"
Fatty's brain had yet to react, but his mouth had already said the next sentence due to inertia.
"Chicks have to be stewed with mushrooms!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he reacted.
She went forward and hugged Zhang Ping 'an tightly.
"Brother Anzi, you're finally back!!”
She was sobbing.
After Zhang Ping 'an was led into the room by Fatty, he looked around the room seemingly unintentionally.
There was an old wooden bed, two old chairs, and a broken table.
They were all things he had before he joined the army, but they were even more tattered.
The table had a broken leg and was supported by half a brick.
There were leftover pickled radishes and cornbread on the table.
There was a porcelain jar with an open lid. It was cold and white inside. It seemed that this was Fatty's dinner.
It seemed that Fatty was not having a good time.
Zhang Ping 'an's eyes flashed. He took out a big bag from his pocket and handed one to Fatty. Then, he asked," What is everyone doing now?”
Fatty took out a match from his butt pocket.
He lit it for Zhang Ping 'an first, then for himself.
He took a deep breath and blew out a ring of smoke from his nose.
"After you left, the team dispersed, and now there are only the four of us left.”
Fatty didn't say who the four of them were, but Zhang Ping 'an knew.
Fatty, Glasses, Men San, Er Zi.
These four people were the most loyal to him.
"Then what are the four of you doing now?" Zhang Ping 'an asked.
Fatty took a deep puff of his cigarette and said slowly,
"I'm hanging out with Meng San at my uncle's restaurant, doing some hard work.”
"Erzi is small, young, and thin. He can't work hard, so he sticks matchboxes at home. He gives fifty cents for a thousand matchboxes…"
"Glasses is better. He looks after people's stalls in the market and gives him 20% of the money he earns. He earns more than 20 yuan a month.”
At this point, she was afraid that Zhang Ping 'an would misunderstand, so she explained,
"It's not that Glasses doesn't want to bring us along. It's just that he doesn't agree. Besides, 20% of the profit was not something that the four of them could share.”
Zhang Ping 'an was silent.
When he was at war with the Elephant Country, he could not contact his family.
After returning to China, she received a letter from her grandmother.
It was said that his father was seriously ill and died without treatment. Fatty and the other three were busy with the treatment and funeral.
In the end, his grandmother had to give him money.
The four of them didn't take it either, saying that they didn't lack money.
Unexpectedly…
Thinking of this, he stood up, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and crushed it with his foot.
"Let's go. Take me to Glasses.”
Zhang Ping 'an walked out of the house first, followed by Fatty.
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