Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

The task is on hand, don’t think too much.

I'm a truck driver.

Wang Weidong sounded the horn, and the passengers on the platform took the initiative to move out of the way.

Drive the truck and find the eleventh compartment.

Only then did Wang Weidong finally understand.

The train itself is a passenger train, with a freight car temporarily attached.

It's considered a tow truck.

On the platform, a truck loaded with sacks was unloading.

Wang Weidong could only park the truck aside.

Open the door and walk towards the staff responsible for supervising loading.

The staff was instructing the loaders to load the goods. When they saw Wang Weidong approaching, they turned around.

"Which unit is it from?"

"Comrade, I am the driver of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, delivering workpieces." Wang Weidong handed over the dispatch list.

The staff checked the number and put the list in the folder.

He breathed a long sigh of relief: "Comrade, you came in time. This batch of goods was temporarily transported. I thought it wouldn't be delivered."

Wang Weidong's heart moved and he took the opportunity to ask: "Where are these goods sent?"

The staff member's smile gradually faded, and his eyes were slightly red on his face shrouded in white mist.

Gritting his teeth, he spit out three words: "Old Maozi!"

Old man!

Wang Weidong immediately understood that this batch of goods was to pay off the debt.

I could only smile and shake my head, wandering to the side of the truck that was unloading.

That truck was even more dilapidated than Wang Weidong's truck. The cabin was made of wood and there were several dents in the front of the truck.

Truck drivers all over the world are like one family.

The truck driver saw Wang Weidong approaching and jumped out of the cab.

He is a middle-aged man in his forties who has all the qualities of a truck driver.

His skin is rough and dark, with thick bags under his eyes. When he smiles, his teeth are burnt yellow by tobacco smoke.

He talks carelessly.

"Comrade, are you from Beijing?"

Wang Weidong was about to take out his cigarettes out of habit, when he saw the "Strictly No Fireworks" sign next to him.

I can only put my hands to my mouth and take a breath of hot air.

He smiled and said: "Wang Weidong from Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, what about you?"

The middle-aged man grinned: "I am a truck driver for the Shigezhuang Construction Commune. My name is Zhou Hongbing. It took me two days and two nights to reach the capital."

"Damn it, I almost died from exhaustion."

Good guy, he always uses profanity in every sentence, another characteristic of an experienced driver.

Wang Weidong poked his head into the carriage: "Comrade Red Soldier, what's in the sack?"

Zhou Hongbing smiled bitterly: "What could it be? Of course it's wheat."

After saying that, he turned gloomy, spat hard, and cursed:

"This wheat is carefully selected by our commune and does not contain any impurities."

“I can’t even bear to eat it!”

"It's such a waste to send such good food to Lao Maozi!"

Wang Weidong thought to himself, Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill is not the same.

Each workpiece on the car is made by a master craftsman and undergoes four inspections to ensure it is 100% qualified.

However, in this situation, it is useless to say something to vent your anger.

Everything depends on strength.

When the spring breeze blows, I must let Lao Maozi taste the taste of my black iron rod.

Wang Weidong gritted his teeth, squatted on the ground, and watched the stevedores loading the truck.

The stevedores were wearing single clothes in the winter, with a red towel around their necks.

Some even had their backs bare.

In the cold wind, sweat dripped down my clothes like raindrops and condensed into ice pimples.

The sack is made of burlap and is the size of four sacks. They are all bulging, weighing at least more than 400 kilograms.

The stevedores carried the sacks, their muscles all tense and their steps wobbly, but they couldn't bear to take a break.

With such hard-working people, there is no need for the country to be prosperous and strong!

Wang Weidong felt endless emotions in his heart.

Only after arriving in this era did he realize that China's rise to the top of the world was the result of countless sweat.

It is not easy and should be cherished.

A truck of grain was quickly loaded, and the staff signaled Wang Weidong to drive the truck over.

Wang Weidong patted Zhou Hongbing on the shoulder: "It will get better!"

Zhou Hongbing nodded heavily, stood up, and stuck out his butt.

He took out his own black iron rod and shook the truck.

Before leaving, he left a message: "Brother Wei Dong, when you pass by Shigezhuang and sit down at home, I will treat you to donkey meat and burn it."

"sure!"

Wang Weidong started the truck, made a circle on the platform, and then steadily pointed the bucket towards the car.

The staff member exclaimed: "As expected of a master, the distance from the train car is less than ten centimeters, which makes it easier for the master workers to load the car."

"It's not like some truck drivers who drive far away for fear of hitting the train cars."

Oh, train cars are very expensive these days.

In case of damage, it is a trivial matter to pay for it, but if it fails, it will be labeled as sabotaging production.

Those truck drivers also have more to do than less to do.

Wang Weidong smiled and said: "We are all worker brothers, we should help each other."

The staff had a better impression of Wang Weidong and became enthusiastic.

The two chatted for a while.

Wang Weidong knew that due to the tightness of freight trains, the station would hang freight cars behind transnational passenger cars.

This time, the carriage contained a total of three goods, eggs, wheat and workpieces.

They are all top quality goods.

Even when sifting eggs, members will cut standard round holes on cardboard.

An egg that passes through a round hole is unqualified!

After the staff member finished speaking, he couldn't help but curse: "Old man, you are so disgusting!"

It only took five or six stevedores more than ten minutes to load and unload the finished parts.

At this time, it was time for the train to depart.

Of course, in this era, trains are not always on time, so delays of several hours are normal.

The staff signed the dispatch form and handed it back to Wang Weidong: "Comrade Weidong, remember to go to the station dispatch office and stamp it with the official seal."

After that, get on the train.

The sharp sound of the whistle cut through the cold air.

A burst of white smoke came out of the black chimney of the locomotive.

Accompanied by a rhythmic sound of wheels hitting the rails, the train started slowly.

Wang Weidong reluctantly looked back, started the truck, and drove out of the station.

There are already traffic police in the train station square, and parking is prohibited.

Wang Weidong followed the instructions of the traffic police comrade, parked the truck on the side of the road, and then entered the station with the dispatch list.

He wants to stamp it with his official seal.

As soon as I entered the station, I saw a group of people standing in front of the escalator.

There was curiosity and fear in their eyes.

The staff hurriedly came from not far away and stood up to give a demonstration.

"Comrades, this is an escalator. Look, as long as you stand on it, you can go down directly without moving."

Only then did people have the courage to put their feet on it.

"Hey, it's amazing that it can move on its own!"

"Ouch..."

Some people failed to grasp their center of gravity for a moment and almost fell down, their faces full of panic.

When I found that I was really descending slowly, I suddenly became excited again.

Adults become children successfully.

Especially some children simply regard escalators as toys.

I went down to the bottom and came up from the escalator next to it. It was a great time.

From time to time, he would burst into laughter.

The child becomes a dog successfully.

No wonder they are so excited, this thing is novel and the only one in the country.

The station staff were very nice and did not stop me. They only reminded parents and comrades to pay attention to the safety of their children.

Wang Weidong took the escalator to the underground floor, found the dispatch office, and successfully affixed his official seal.

Then get on the truck and return to the Red Star Rolling Mill.

As soon as the truck stopped, I saw a security officer hurried into the dispatch room in the distance.

Did something happen?