Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

Once you sign in early in the morning, you will be happy all day long.

[Ding, you signed in successfully and got 5 yuan in money, half a catty of rice, and a pack of milk toast]

Wang Weidong shook his head helplessly. The system was becoming increasingly ineffective and life was too uncertain.

But milk toast is also good.

In this era, most people eat thin-noodle steamed buns to celebrate the New Year.

Milk toast can only be eaten by foreign experts.

Take out the milk toast from the ring warehouse, peel off a piece, put it in your mouth and bite it lightly.

Fresh milk and refined powder dance a symphony in your mouth.

tasty!

The key is, this thing is easy to clean up.

Just throw the packaging into the ring warehouse.

After eating, Wang Weidong opened the door and went to work in the factory as usual.

As I collapsed on my bicycle, Xu Damao opened the door and walked out.

His nose is bruised and his face is swollen. He must have been beaten by Silly Zhu yesterday.

These days, Silly Pillar feels like he's been on gunpowder.

Beat Xu Damao whenever he sees him.

Silly Zhu has a big man to protect him, and Xu Damao is like a little daughter-in-law who has been domestically abused.

Crying to the heavens does not answer, calling the earth to do nothing.

You can only leave early and come back late, and try to avoid silly pillars.

When Xu Damao saw Wang Weidong, he remembered something important.

He walked forward quickly, stopped in front of him and said with a smile: "Old Wang next door, I'm getting married next month, and I'd like to borrow your truck to haul some dowry for the bride's family."

Proudly: "You know, my future father-in-law is the director of our factory, and the dowry given by him is all good stuff."

Wang Weidong nodded: "Don't worry, the team will be busy at the end of the year, so please let me know in advance."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang next door. I will give you a toast on the wedding day."

After saying that, Xu Damao hummed a little tune and left quickly with his hands behind his back.

He is afraid of meeting a stupid person.

Oh, I'm afraid your marriage won't work out!

Wang Weidong sneered behind him, got on his bicycle and drove out of the compound.

As soon as I walked into the outer courtyard, I saw a lot of people gathered there.

Is there fun to watch?

Wang Weidong squeezed into the crowd.

On the field in the center of the crowd, the third uncle Yan Bugui was carefully wiping a flying pigeon bicycle with a white towel.

Next to them, the three aunts, Yan Jiefang, Yan Jiecheng, and Yan Jiedi, raised their heads with proud expressions.

Everyone was talking about it:

"Teacher Yan also bought a bicycle, which is amazing!"

"I really can't believe that Yan Laoji, who eats a peanut for two meals, is willing to spend money to buy a bicycle."

"Cultural people are just different."

"Now, we have two bicycles in our compound."

…

Shazhu, wearing a brown and green cotton-padded jacket and a scarf, squeezed in, covering his heart.

When I saw the bicycle, my eyes lit up.

Walking up, I wanted to touch the car bell: "Third uncle, have you bought a car?"

Brother Wei Dong won't let you touch his bell, I want to get addicted to it!

Yan Bugui stopped Silhu with a cold face: "Don't touch it, it will damage it!"

"Huh, you're a bitch!" Silly Zhu said disdainfully.

Yan Bugui didn't want to hear it and said with a straight face: "This is a new car. I bought it for 180 yuan and a bicycle ticket."

"One hundred and eighty yuan!" Silly Zhu stared at the bicycle and could no longer move away.

If you sell this car...and give the money to Sister Xiao Qin, maybe spring will come.

Wang Weidong took a few glances and understood that Yan Bugui's bicycle must have been saved at Uncle Liu's bicycle shop.

But it had nothing to do with me, so I didn't bother to expose it, so I got on the car and went to work.

When we arrived at the convoy, one car was missing because Shouhou suffered a work-related injury.

Niu Zhijun, who was supposed to be guarding the dispatch room, also drove a truck to pull goods.

"Weidong, we have a heavy task today. You help the third workshop transport a batch of steel pipes from the warehouse, and then the second workshop needs a batch of buckles..."

There are five or six tasks in total.

Although they are all short distances, from place to place, loading and unloading trucks is very time-consuming.

Wang Weidong stopped dawdling, put up his butt, shook the truck, and started his busy day.

****

the other side.

Xu Damao is a movie projectionist and works in the Publicity Department of the Logistics Department.

Since I often go to the countryside to screen movies, I don't have a dedicated office.

When I don't go to the countryside, I hang out in the office of the University of Science and Technology of China.

Chatting and laughing with a bunch of little girls and old ladies.

Of course, those girls in the capital are not as innocent as the girls in the countryside, and they know his details well.

Xu Damao could only take some verbal advantage.

The wind was biting on the road.

Xu Damao curled up and looked up at the dark sky.

He shook his head helplessly, it seemed that he couldn't go to Bama Commune.

"Hey, the little girl named Fang last time was as tender as a spring onion. If you work harder, you can succeed."

"It seems like she's going to get married in a few days."

"It's quite cool now."

"However, the Lou family has received the betrothal gift, and as long as they set a date, they can marry Lou Xiao'e, and there will be no need to look for food everywhere in the future."

Braving the cold wind to arrive at the factory, Xu Damao cheered up and opened the door of the big office.

Several publicity officers are searching for materials and preparing to publish blackboard reports.

Seeing Xu Damao come in, everyone put down what they were doing.

Someone moved the chairs and poured tea.

This is Director Lou's future son-in-law.

"Da Mao is here, sit down quickly."

"Da Mao, drink tea."

"When will the Lou girl get married? You must inform us then."

Xu Damao sat proudly on the chair, took a sip of tea, looked at the envious eyes around him, and said with a smile:

"It will probably be next month."

"As you know, my father-in-law has a big family and a big business. He is also the director of our factory. He has many distinguished guests."

"Local leaders, Director Yang, and Deputy Director Li should all participate."

"But don't worry, we are colleagues, I will definitely arrange a place for you."

The propaganda officers smiled happily and complimented:

"Da Mao, you have become rich this time."

"That is, with Director Lou's care, Damao will probably become a leader soon."

"When the time comes, please take more care of us."

After a few compliments, the troubled aunt curled her lips and snickered:

"Da Mao, how did you get your face done? Your nose is bruised and your face is swollen. Did you get beaten?"

The publicity officers had actually seen it a long time ago, but they couldn't say it clearly. Now that someone has taken the initiative, they no longer have any concerns.

"Da Mao, you are now Director Lou's son-in-law, and you have been beaten like this."

"Too cowardly. If it were me, I would make him look good."

"That's right, if the Lou family knew about this kind of thing, they might look down on you."

"You won't steal someone else's wife, will you?"

Those who were watching the excitement did not think it was a big deal, and Xu Damao's anger was heated up with just a few words.

Ever since I was little, the thief Si Zhu would hit me every three days.

Beat them on the first day of the junior high school and then beat them on the fifteenth day.

If you're in a good mood, hit.

If you feel bad, hit.

Even if he was in a good or bad mood, he would give me a slap just by looking at him.

What's even more disgusting is that he always kicks me in the crotch.

My chickens haven't grown up yet...

Xu Damao gritted his teeth as he thought of the past sufferings.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late after ten years, but a villain's revenge is never too late!

Xu Damao stood up angrily and rushed out of the Publicity Department.

The propaganda officers looked at each other and spat with disdain.

"Bah, the villain succeeds!"

Ever since Xu Damao became the future son-in-law of the Lou family, he changed his past modesty and started shouting and yelling in the propaganda department.

The entire Publicity Department can no longer accommodate him.

When Xu Damao came out of the Publicity Department, the cold wind blew in along his collar, giving him a shiver.

Gradually wake up from the anger.

Even with my small body, I am no match for that stupid big guy.

It seems that we still need to be smart.