Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

At Bai Wanxi's urging, Niu Zhijun got on his bicycle and went to the logistics office to ask Mr. Zuo for materials.

There are red bricks, yellow sand, quicklime and no cement in the logistics warehouse.

Cement is a controlled substance, and the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill can only distribute dozens of tons of it every year.

Niu Zhijun plans to use quicklime instead of cement.

In these years, when building houses in rural areas, yellow clay mixed with straw was generally used, and quicklime was used only when conditions were good.

Dig a hole in the ground, pile quicklime in it, and pour water over it.

After a while, the quicklime began to boil, emitting white smoke, and gradually turned into slaked lime.

Hydrated lime can be used to build walls instead of cement, but its strength and weathering resistance are far inferior to cement.

The repair stand has to bear a truck weighing more than three tons. If it is not made stronger, it will collapse easily.

Once it collapses, no matter what, the whole village will go to Bai Wanxi's house for dinner.

Wang Weidong finally asked Niu Zhijun to go to the logistics office again. He owed Old Man Zuo a meal and brought back two cement tickets.

Since cement is a heavy object, most supply and marketing cooperatives and stores will not have it in stock.

Wang Weidong could only drive a truck to the Liulihe Cement Factory.

Liulihe Cement Factory is located in Fangshan and is the earliest cement factory in Beijing.

Formerly known as North China Cement Co., Ltd., the factory was established in 1939.

At that time, the heads of all departments in the factory were Riben people. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, they were taken over by Guomin. In 1948, after the liberation of Beijing, they were taken over by Junguanzu.

Cement is a controlled material during special periods.

In recent years, as the situation has eased, cement coupons have been issued to the private sector.

The billowing black smoke from the tall chimneys dyed the nearby sky pale gray.

Not only did the nearby residents not complain, they were happy to live near this well-known factory.

The cement factory is very large, with railroad tracks and a small train inside the factory.

Wang Weidong handed two cement tickets and three yuan and fifty cents to the salesperson.

A thin old man, covered in dust, looked like he had crawled out of the mud.

On a cold day, I walked into the warehouse wearing a long coat, a towel with an unclear color on my head, and no mask.

After a while, he picked up a bag of cement with his thin shoulders, shrugged his shoulders, and easily threw it onto the truck.

A cement bag weighing a hundred pounds is like a ball of cotton.

These days, although people are undernourished and have sallow complexions and thin muscles, they are still very strong.

Even the lesbians in the factory can easily carry a channel steel weighing more than fifty kilograms, except for lazy people like Qin Huairu.

Soon, ten bags of cement were packed.

Wang Weidong drove the truck back to the factory.

Niu Zhijun had already prepared the green bricks, and also borrowed a master from the third workshop who was said to have built a pig pen, as if his hometown was Nantai Commune.

Before noon, several people covered in dust set up a repair platform.

Lao Bai led two repairmen into the repair platform, picked up the electric welder and began to weld the iron sheet and channel steel to the girder.

While spot welding, he stretched out his head and said, "Weidong, it's much more comfortable down here. You, boy, are quite capable."

"In the evening, I will ask your sister-in-law to cook some dishes and come over to eat together."

In an era when food and clothing are scarce, treating someone to a meal is the best way to express gratitude.

Wang Weidong smiled and declined: "Let's wait until next time. I've eaten my fill in the past two days."

The salary of a repairman is much lower than that of a truck driver, and is equivalent to that of an ordinary worker.

Lao Bai has been working for a long time and can earn thirty-seven and a half yuan a year. There are three and a half sons in the family, and his wife has no job. The whole family is pointing to his salary expenses.

No one has enough to eat, will Wang Weidong be full?

Lao Bai understood that Wang Weidong was saving money for him, he looked moved and nodded heavily.

My gratitude cannot be expressed in words.

With the repair station, Bai Wanxi and his two apprentices can go into battle at the same time.

The three welding guns flashed brightly, and it took only two hours to weld the truck beam.

Of course, if the truck is said to be repaired if two pieces of channel steel and three pieces of iron sheet are roughly wrapped around the beam, it will not disintegrate for the time being.

Truck drivers usually work hard on the road, but they are very leisurely in the factory. As long as they don't leave the truck, they have rest days.

Wang Weidong squinted in the dispatch room for a long time and was about to wander back to the courtyard.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and an urgent voice: "Where's my brother? Where's my brother? Something happened, something big happened!"

This voice seems familiar...

Before Wang Weidong could think of it, a large Niu Zhijun wearing a red cotton-padded jacket and pigtails rushed in.

Valkyrie, Niu Dahong!

Niu Dahong looked panicked, panting, and the white hot breath coming out of her mouth covered her frightened face.

"Dahong, what happened?" Wang Weidong stood up and stretched.

He was already used to Niu Dahong's fiery temper.

"Brother Wei Dong, where is my brother?" Niu Dahong grinned, the corners of his eyes were red, and he was about to cry.

Wang Weidong realized that something serious might have happened, and hurriedly walked over: "Your brother is in the repair shop, watching Lao Bai and the others doing maintenance on the car."

With that said, he took Niu Dahong to the repair shop.

In the repair shop, the truck chassis cover is open.

Lao Bai is holding the oil bottle and adding engine oil to the truck.

Niu Zhijun and the two apprentices stood aside and watched.

When Niu Zhijun saw Niu Dahong's appearance, he immediately approached him: "Dahong, what's wrong? Who bullied you?"

This sentence made Lao Bai and the two apprentices next to him curl their lips.

With her figure and strength, who dares to bully her!

"Brother, Maverick... Maverick, he has a stomachache." Niu Dahong was so anxious that he couldn't even speak clearly.

Xiao Niu is Niu Zhijun's boy. He is cute and cute. He always likes to listen to Wang Weidong talk about sports cars.

The tension on Niu Zhijun's face suddenly disappeared, and he said nonchalantly: "My stomach hurts. Just drink some hot water. Is it worth it for you to come all the way?"

"My stomach hurts so much that I'm rolling on the ground. My sister-in-law and I can't hold it down." Niu Dahong stamped her feet anxiously.

"Isn't it just a stomach ache? Let that kid hurt for a while. I have a mission tonight and can't delay it." Niu Zhijun frowned.

"That's a calf!" Niu Dahong was furious when he heard this. He raised his fist as big as a sandbag and was about to hit Niu Zhijun.

"Dahong, don't worry." Wang Weidong quickly stepped forward to stop him.

Niu Dahong gritted his teeth and said with a cold face: "Brother Wei Dong, you don't know, the calf is in terrible pain. He is lying on the bed, screaming."

In these days, going to the hospital is a rare thing, and minor illnesses and disasters can be dealt with in a short time.

Even the children are very tough.

The last time the calf fell from a one-meter-high wall, its head was broken, but it didn't even cry.

This time it seems really serious.

Stomachache...the problem may be big or small...

Wang Weidong's heart moved, he stepped forward, looked at Niu Dahong, and asked with concern: "Is it because it hurts above the stomach, and then it hurts below the stomach?"

"Also, you have a high fever and a rapid heartbeat?"

Niu Dahong raised his head with a surprised expression: "Yes, brother, how did you know?"

"The calf started to hurt in the morning, but my sister-in-law didn't care and made him drink two bowls of boiled water. She also didn't let him eat lunch."

"Unexpectedly, I started to have a high fever just after noon. I kept holding my belly and my face turned pale with pain."

Niu Dahong said with a distressed look on his face.

As an unmarried old girl, she usually lives in Niu's house. In addition, she has a child-like personality and plays crazily with the calf and the little girl all day long. The calf and the little girl are like her own children.

How do I know...because I had this disease, and it almost killed me.

It was an outdoor shooting on an island.

Wang Weidong originally didn't want to go, but he was given a lot of money.

As a result, as soon as the ferry left the island, my stomach started to hurt.

The pain lasted all day and night before I was sent to the hospital.