Malicious Medical Princess of the Marquis House

Balipu in October was much colder than outside.

He breathed out all in vain.

Inside the toll station, the floor heating has been on fire, and the room is very warm, so I don't worry about holding my breath.

Li Dashan is holding a brush, dipped in water, and writing on the wooden board.

His hometown is in the village on the other side of the mountain. There are capable people in the village. He followed the capable people in the village to work in the county at the age of 13.

Have done a lot of work over the years.

Running errands, doing coolies, working as a small second in the running hall, and being a porter, following the caravan to the farthest place is the Fucheng a hundred miles away.

A lot of work is done, but no money is earned. Once, as a porter, he went to the next county and was arrested for half a year of hard labor. He almost lost his life in the next county.

Since then, Li Dashan has stopped thinking about going out. Let's find a coolie in my own county.

I thought that life would go on like this, but I didn't expect a turnaround in June this year.

At that time, the cement road hadn't been repaired, and some people went to the county to recruit workers, including food and housing and wages. Just work as a errand in Balipu.

Many people in the county are dubious, and very few people work. Because the recruiters are from other places, everyone is afraid of encountering liars.

And in Balipu, there are so many poor people, what can I do. Do you build roads? The road is almost finished, and I can't even drink the broth at this time.

At that time, Li Dashan was awkward at the grocery store, and the owner guarded him like a thief all day.

Hearing that someone was hiring, he didn't care about it and accepted it.

Then, he took his wages and went to a training class in Fucheng. It's actually a literacy class.

Li Dashan never dreamed that there are still such good things in the world. If you don't do a day's work, you can get your wages and you can read.

He is old, already twenty-seven and eighteen, and he is slow to learn things. After two months of studying in the training class, he still failed the exam, and he was so anxious that he grabbed his ears.

The owner said that if he failed the exam three times, he would be dismissed. He has taken the exam twice, and only one opportunity for the exam remains.

The man in his twenties, because he failed the exam, was so anxious that he hid under the covers in the middle of the night to steal tears.

At this moment, an old boy student, surnamed Wang, was a native of Balipu.

Wang Laotong is literate and can be employed as long as he passes training.

The two came from the same county, and they were familiar with each other. When Wang Laotong saw his learning difficulties, he offered to help him with tuition.

With the help of Wang Laotongsheng, he finally passed the literacy test for the third time. Then, you only need to pass the induction training exam to be officially hired.

Because of Wang Laotong’s friendship, Li Dashan, who has finally passed the induction training exam, chose to work as a fellow at the Balipu toll booth. No, he had to call a toll collector.

The webmaster said, you have to introduce yourself to the outside world so that you can appear formal.

The webmaster also said that anyone who dares to call himself a buddy will smoke.

It's really smoking, not to scare people.

"Practicing calligraphy again?"

Wang Lao Tongsheng walked out of the rest station, came to the toll station next door, and glanced at Li Dashan through the window.

In just over a month, Wang Laotong changed his shotgun.

The back that had been crushed by life was straight and straight. There was meat on her cheeks, and her face looked kinder. There is also brilliance in the eyes.

The well-washed gown was worn on the body, with a gentle temperament.

The friendship he and Li Dashan formed from the Fucheng training class, and because Li Dashan chose to work in Balipu, the relationship between the two is naturally unusual.

"Mr. Wang, can you still see people with my word?"

Wang Lao Tongsheng nodded, "I have made progress. I have time to practice more every day, and practice for two hours. By this time next year, you will almost be able to see people with your handwriting."

Li Dashan grinned, "Really? Can I pass the job exam next year?"

"Read more books, it should be no problem."

This toll station is very weird. It not only requires induction training, but also requires every toll collector to be literate and basic arithmetic. An on-the-job examination will be conducted once a year.

Only after passing the exam can I continue working here.

If you fail the exam, you will be dismissed.

The shadow of dismissal made everyone at the toll station carry a bald pen when they had nothing to do, dipped in water to write and do arithmetic.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are too expensive, and everyone is still reluctant to bear it.

The reason for this fight is all because of the high treatment of toll stations.

Wang Laotong was envious of Li Dashan.

"Wang nerd, here comes!"

As soon as Wang Laotongsheng heard this voice, the eight-character Hu at the corner of his mouth trembles.

Boss Niu, the head of the toll station, walked into the toll station with a chill, carrying two prey.

Li Dashan snapped up, "Hello stationmaster."

"What a shit. How is the situation today?"

Li Dashan quickly took out today's running account and handed it over to boss Niu.

Niu Lao Nature is literate. He wouldn't tell others that he was in the training class and had been in the course for almost a year before he got the post of stationmaster.

He turned the running account and said, "Not bad. There are seven or eight caravans going to the capital today. I didn't expect that in winter, there are still so many caravans going to the capital. There are also a lot of caravans going south to Luozhou. I will count. There are also five or six, and there are visiting relatives and friends. Not bad, good work."

Niu Lao Da Pu slapped Li Dashan's back with his big hand, almost not shooting Li Dashan to fall apart.

Wang Laotong had quietly left the toll station and returned to the rest station.

He couldn't understand Niu Boss, who was rude and always called him a fool, which was really unreasonable.

"Mr. Wang was bullied by Boss Niu again. Haha..."

Colleagues at the rest stop kindly teased him.

Wang Laotong snorted, "What bullying, nonsense."

When he opened his mouth, he drew another kind of laughter.

It was already dark in the middle of the afternoon.

There was the sound of rolling wheels in the distance.

Boss Niu slapped Li Dashan's back again, "A caravan is coming."

Li Dashan endured the pain and called a toll collector in the lounge next door and walked out of the toll booth together.

The caravan came from the direction of Luozhou, and it looked like it was going to the capital.

The caravan consciously stopped in front of the wooden fence.

Li Dashan stepped forward to count.

"Eighteen animals and ten cars. The total charge is eight, eighty-four cents."

The toll collector who followed him quickly recorded with charcoal.

The person in charge of the caravan got out of the car and looked at his clothes. It might be the owner.

The other person asked: "Do we have to charge for this car?"

Li Dashan sullenly said, "Of course you have to take it. Look at your car, which carries so much cargo, it weighs two or three hundred catties at least. This has to be replaced by the dirt road in the past. The road has long been crushed by you. Up.

Our owner paid for this concrete road by himself. Look at how smooth and stable the road is. Is it possible that you don't even pay three cents for such a good road? "

The other party smiled embarrassedly and motioned to the steward to pay.

"Don't, I'm not responsible for collecting money. Take this receipt and go to the window to pay the fee. You guys understand the rules along the way."

Isn't this trying to test one or two?

The steward smiled, took the receipts and copper coins, and went to the window to pay.

This caravan set out from a place further south of Luozhou, and after entering Luozhou, it was on the cement road.

One toll station in fifty miles, along the way, each toll station and each toll collector performs his or her duties.

Those who do registration must register specifically, and those who collect money are specifically responsible for collecting money.

After passing through so many toll stations, there was not a toll station where the registrant collected money privately.

The caravan owner looked at the surrounding environment, but thought in his heart, if the toll station can maintain this style and continue to operate, it will be really amazing.

In the future, there may be more caravans who are willing to take a long way, and they are willing to take this cement road that does not have to take a card.

Safe, worry-free, fast and save money.

The steward paid the toll, got a few printed receipts, and gave them to the owner.

The owner is holding the paper of the receipt. The paper is really good and the printing is really clear.

On the first bill, the words "Five Picks at Balipu Toll Station on Cement Road, Luozhou, Beijing" are written in a huge font, and there is a steel seal underneath, the seal of Sihailuqiao Commercial Bank, and a string of codes that are not understandable. It is said to be for anti-counterfeiting.

The caravan owner has not figured out how to prevent counterfeiting.

At the bottom, there is a red stamp, which is clearly new. Under the red seal, the date is written. October 23rd of the first year of Wende

There are a few notes left, one with "two picks", one with "one picks", and the last four small notes, all with "one text."

Together, these bills are eighty-four cents.

And each note has a fresh red stamp and the date of the day.

After receiving the fee, Li Dashan asked, "Should I go straight away, or go to the rest station and drink hot tea?"

The caravan owner glanced at the sky, "It's going to rain soon."

Li Dashan said, "There is a lot of rain in the mountains, but not much."

The caravan owner asked: "We are on our way now, do you think we can go to the toll booth in front of it before dark?"

Li Dashan glanced at the sky, the weather was dark, and it was dark early in winter.

He shook his head, "I'm afraid it won't be there."

"Then take a rest at the rest station tonight."

"Xinglai! Wang Mazi, there are guests, hurry up to pick them up."

Wang Mazi is the young man who fooled Wang Lao Tong.

He was originally a fellow of the Four Seas Firm, and his hometown is nearby.

When the rest station was built, he took the initiative to ask Ying to come over and operate it.

In accordance with the rules of the four seas firm, old employees move to new industries and their positions are raised by one level.

Wang Mazi was promoted from his mate to the deputy station master of the rest station, responsible for the entrance and greeting the guests.

Wang Mazi brought two guys out to greet him, "Does the guest officer eat or eat and stay at the store?"

"Eat and stay in the store."

"Come on! Come, come, please from the guest officer. Don't worry, the carriages and goods will be arranged for you in the rear stables, which will be guarded by special personnel. We are safe here. Since the establishment of the station, there has not been a theft case. "

The caravan owner followed Wang Mazi into the rest station, his nose moved slightly, "What kind of fragrance is this, how come I have never smelled it."