Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

In the following days, everything was calm in the courtyard, and the aftermath of the incident in the corner diminished day by day.

Yi Zhonghai started to patrol the courtyard again with his hands behind his back, but everyone looked at him strangely.

Qin Huairu goes to work as usual every day, and her work is still inserting black iron rods into sleeves and grinding.

After some twists and turns, Jia Xudong's condition became serious and he could only lie in bed half-dead.

Xu Damao seems to have someone to pursue. He squats in front of the chicken coop all day long, looking forward to the old hen laying eggs.

Wang Weidong lived a happy life as a child.

Ever since he attended the family dinner in Pipiao Hutong, Niu Zhijun treated him as his biological brother, and Mrs. Niu would occasionally make fried noodles for him.

Mrs. Niu is from the old capital and is good at making authentic fried noodles.

The taste is unique, the sauce aroma is outstanding, and the aftertaste is endless.

delicious.

It's not good to always ask others to deliver food. Wang Weidong also learned to make fried noodles.

early morning.

After a simple wash, Wang Weidong took out noodles, meat, onions, ginger, garlic, dark soy sauce, salt, sweet noodle sauce, cucumber, and vegetable oil from the ring warehouse.

Chop the meat into mince, mince the ginger, mince the green onion, crush and mince the garlic.

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Add an appropriate amount of salt, add the sweet noodle sauce, continue to stir-fry to bring out the aroma of the sweet noodle sauce, and stir-fry it into the meat.

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Boil water, add noodles and mix with sauce.

Soon, a bowl of fragrant fried noodles came out of the pan.

Considering that the aroma of fried noodles was too weak, Wang Weidong deliberately opened the door while frying the meat sauce.

When he was sitting at the door eating noodles with a bowl in hand, the aroma filled the entire courtyard.

Yi Zhonghaijia.

Yi Zhonghai took a sip of cold steamed buns and drank a sip of boiled water.

After being caught in a corner with Qin Huairu, he hasn't had a hot meal.

Smelling the fragrance, I had to swallow my saliva.

"Old lady, will you make me fried noodles tonight?"

The eldest mother gave him a blank look: "Go find that vixen and help you do it!"

Jia family.

Without Shazhu's support, Qin Huairu's salary was deducted by more than half.

Jia Zhang could only go to the vegetable market to pick up rotten vegetable leaves that others did not want, chop them up, mix them with some stick noodles, and cook them into vegetable porridge for the whole family to eat.

The rotten vegetable leaves have become rotten, and not only are they black in color, but they also smell strange and sour.

Uh...that stick noodle was what Yi Zhonghai "sent" last time. The situation was chaotic and Bang Gang picked it back.

For this reason, Mrs. Jia Zhang also praised Bangge for his future prospects.

Smelling the aroma wafting from outside, Jia Zhang knew that Wang Weidong was eating meat again without going out to see it.

"Wang Weidong, this little thief, is so heartless and doesn't know how to spare his wife. He will definitely be extinct in the future." She said with a sinister look on her face.

Qin Huairu drank a lot of boiled water. She could eat a meal in the factory cafeteria at noon. When Sha Zhu served her food, her hands did not shake.

Banggeng limped to the door and looked at Wang Weidong, who was eating noodles and his mouth was dripping with oil, his eyes gleaming.

After eating and drinking enough, Wang Weidong burped with satisfaction.

I was about to go to work when I remembered that I hadn't signed in today.

"Sign in!"

[Ding, you signed in successfully and received 100 yuan in money, five kilograms of pork, five bananas, 10 kilograms of cooking oil, and a bicycle ticket]

Wang Weidong's eyes widened and he was hit hard!

Usually the system only gives some money, meat, sugar and other food, but today it actually gave me bicycle tickets.

Wang Weidong has been looking forward to the bicycle ticket for a long time.

You know, Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill only gets 10 bicycle tickets a year.

With a bicycle, you can run without your legs.

As a truck driver, Wang Weidong can also drive the truck back to the compound for daily transportation.

He has never done this.

Too ostentatious!

Even though Niu Zhijun said to his face several times that the truck could be driven as he pleased, Wang Weidong just smiled shyly.

This kind of private use of a bus does not seem to be a big deal, and no one usually cares about it.

Once someone with serious intentions is held accountable and put on the line, the trouble will be big.

If you sneak leftovers like Silly Zhu did, you will definitely suffer big losses in the future.

Wang Weidong first went to the factory to ask for leave. When Niu Zhijun heard that he wanted to buy a bicycle, he immediately recommended him to the supply and marketing cooperative under Zhengyangmen.

Said it was the largest supply and marketing cooperative in the city.

Wang Weidong drove the No. 11 bus to the street.

The old low-rise houses on both sides of the street are dotted with old trees full of historical vicissitudes. When you are among them, you seem to be swimming in the long river of history.

Although most of the passers-by were wearing patched blue-black cotton clothes and had a greenish complexion on their faces, they had a spirit that was not seen in later generations.

It seems that all difficulties are no problem in front of them.

Zhengyangmen Supply and Marketing Cooperative is five miles away from the Siheyuan.

When Wang Weidong saw the supply and marketing cooperative's sign, his legs were weak and his mouth was dry.

The supply and marketing cooperative is a two-story building made of blue bricks.

The gray walls are painted with large red characters "Serve the People", and the windows are green-painted wooden frames inlaid with frosted glass.

Wang Weidong walked up the three concrete steps, pushed open the brown and green cotton curtain, and came to the store.

The supply and marketing cooperative is divided into two parts.

The outside shop sells rice, flour, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, needles, thread, and daily necessities such as batteries and kerosene lamps.

In the inner room are bicycles, radios and other large items.

It feels a bit like a big supermarket in later generations.

All furnishings are made of wood.

The wooden shelves, wooden counters, and even the vats for soy sauce and vinegar are all made of wood.

Several sales assistants and aunts gathered around the counter, cracking melon seeds and chirping, and their parents were short-tempered.

Wang Weidong wanted to go straight to the back room, but when he saw Arctic Ocean soda on the wooden shelf, he thought that he had never tasted it since he came to this world.

He walked to the counter and smiled shyly: "Comrade, buy a bottle of Arctic Ocean."

The saleslady ladies seemed not to have heard what Wang Weidong said, and continued to gather around and chatter.

A younger aunt turned back and gave Wang Weidong a look, as if to say, don't disturb our chat.

Then, the chattering started again.

"Hey, did you know that Dahong went on a blind date with my nephew?"

"Really? Dahong is so capable and the Niu family is so rich. If your nephew can marry Dahong, then he will be happy."

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"Comrade!" After standing for a long time, no one paid attention to him. Wang Weidong had no choice but to raise his voice and knock on the counter.

This made the saleswoman irritated. The younger aunt drooped her face and said impatiently: "What are you shouting? Did you hear me? You are busy, you really don't have any eyesight!"

Then, they continued chatting and joking.

Wang Weidong wanted to get angry, but he caught a glimpse of a slogan written in red paint on the wall.

"Civilized service, don't beat customers without reason!"

Then I remembered that these days there is no such thing as God being a customer.

Damn, I can’t afford to offend you, I won’t drink soda anymore!

Wang Weidong was about to turn around and leave, but the cotton curtain was kicked open from the outside.

A strong man wearing a blue salesman's uniform and two braids pointing upward walked in with an angry look.

As he walked, he muttered: "Why is a big man so unbeatable? Now he is in trouble and will be scolded by his brother!"

Wang Weidong recognized at a glance that she was Niu Zhijun's sister, Valkyrie.

Just as he was about to say hello, the sales assistants and aunts next to him stood up quickly when they saw Valkyrie, with concern on their faces:

"Dahong, are you having fun with today's blind date?" the older aunt asked.

"It will definitely work. The person who went on a blind date with Dahong is my nephew. He grew up in Huling. He learned martial arts from Zen Master Wei Mi and fought wolves with his bare hands. He is very good at it." The younger aunt said with a smile.

"That's right, that's right, Dahong has finally met her lover. You two are a match made in heaven." The older aunt clapped her hands happily.