Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 247 A Different Station
Song Yi polished the hard-won Jinggangshan brand bicycle at home.

Not even a speck of mud can be seen on the rims of the wheels.

When I first got it back, at Song Yi's request, Lin Yuzhu made a dark thick cloth cover to cover the seat cushion, the girders were also covered with cloth covers, and the handlebars were wrapped with cloth strips.

That's a baby.

Song Erdou and Song Sandou borrowed to learn how to ride a bicycle at their home, so they inevitably bumped into each other.

The boy has a solid skin, bumps and bumps are common things, and he doesn't complain of pain. He pats the mud on his body and hands, and continues to learn how to ride with all his strength.

People are fine, but the car suffers.

The wheel fenders had chipped paint crookedly, and the chain fenders were pitted with pebbles.

Every time Song Yi wiped the car and looked at the damaged place, his heart ached so badly that he wished to give the two brothers a loud brain crash.

Lin Yuzhu sat in the back seat, wrapped Song Yi's waist with one hand, and headed towards the entrance of the village by bicycle.

"Brother, sister-in-law, why did you come here!" He Jin stretched his legs on the ground and greeted the two of them with his bicycle.

When Lin Yuzhu saw the bicycle, she knew it was the one Zhao Hongmei had won in the lottery.

It is also a baby egg, and the place that can be wrapped is carefully wrapped tightly.

Xia Mingzhen was sitting in the back seat of the car, holding the lovely Wenwen on her lap.

The couple are also white shirts and black trousers.

"Ah, the family is delayed." Lin Yuzhu looked at the radiant He Jinsheng and replied with a smile, "Let's go, let's go to the commune first."

The two bicycles were running side by side, and He Jinsheng was very happy from the bottom of his heart. He never stopped talking along the way, and kept discussing with Song Yi and his wife about the details of the wedding.

Although he has participated in many weddings and is familiar with the process by heart, he has never done it in his own family, so he is inevitably excited.

"Sister-in-law, you can't give Mingzhen any more tricks...I'm stupid, you are too cruel..."

He Jinsheng was afraid when he thought of the day when he picked up the bride.

It's okay to do it all over again, I'm afraid they will come up with new tricks, it's hard to guard against.

"Oh, then I don't know. I'm married, so I can't be a bridesmaid." Lin Yuzhu smiled and looked at Xia Mingzhen who was opposite, "Sister Mingzhen, why don't you let my sister make trouble for you?"

Xia Mingzhen blushed and felt uncomfortable, she quickly waved her hands, "That's it, no need..."

After all, she was married twice, so how could she be so high-profile.

If it weren't for this man's first marriage, there would be no need to serve wine, and the whole family and relatives and friends would have a lively meal, which would be considered a pass.

"Hey, yes, yes, look, my family Mingzhen will live a good life!" He Jinsheng smiled happily, "My brother sealed a bunch of red envelopes that day, let's make those girls happy~"

"Oh, this is your family's Mingzhen?" Lin Yuzhu laughed at him teasingly, "Two days ago, she was the health worker Xia~"

"That's right, once the marriage application and the marriage introduction letter are stamped, she will be my wife!" He Jinsheng replied heartily, without any shyness, very proud.

"You..." Xia Mingzhen pinched him secretly with a blushing face, "Why don't you have a clue..."

"What's the matter, my brother and sister-in-law are not outsiders." He Jinsheng smiled brighter and grabbed her hand, "I have waited for so many years to marry a beautiful wife, why don't you let me express my feelings~"

"I hate it! You are getting more and more shameless..." Xia Mingzhen didn't dare to look up at the other side.

Lin Yuzhu was amused by the small movements of the two of them, and leaned on Song Yi's back, sighing inwardly.

It is still the simple feelings of this era, not mixed with so many material measures, and a sincere heart that will accompany the other party until old age is enough.

Bikes enter the town and go straight to the commune. The marriage introduction letter not only needs to be stamped by the brigade, but also has to be stamped at the commune.

Lin Yuzhu and Xia Mingzhen's mother and daughter didn't go in, but the two men came out quickly, turned the bicycle in one direction, and went straight to the station.

It's not necessarily true of the station, there is not even a stop sign, it is just a conventionally agreed departure point for cars.

At the three-way intersection at the end of the Yuejinmen main road, there are private houses on both sides, and there is a martyr's cemetery nearby.

There is a lack of means of transportation, and buses to the counties leave on schedule, only once a day.

You have to wait early to grab a seat. If you can’t wait, you can only walk or ride a bicycle. It’s a very lucky thing to meet a tractor master who runs transportation on the road.

There is a green brick and tile house on the side of the road, the door is open, and the male owner of this house is considered to be half a public family.

In the martyr's cemetery not far from the forked road, every May [-]th Youth Day, the junior high school in the town will organize students to visit the grave and lay wreaths.

Those wreaths left there were weathered and needed someone to clean them up.

Usual grass pruning also needs someone to take care of it regularly.

Their family receives subsidies from the commune, and the couple are warm and kind.

The fellow villagers who came from various production teams to wait for the bus went to his house to rest.

There are several sets of tables and stools in the lobby, and there are large porcelain pots with handles on the tables. In summer, the hostess makes herbal tea with Prunella vulgaris and Centella asiatica.

There are several buses parked on the side of the road, with square heads and square faces, about eight meters long, with uniform white paint on the body and blue paint below the windows, and diesel fuel.

The big red flowers hanging under the front windshield have faded and turned dark. These are the buses that replaced those old cars that were too old and rattled when they hit the road two years ago.

Depart at [-] o'clock uniformly, some drivers and conductors are waiting in the car, and some go down to drink a bowl of herbal tea and chat with people.

A Jiefang CA10 truck was parked on the road opposite the row of buses. It was painted in classic military green and had a triangular head with a big nose. On the nose was the classic Chinese characters [Jiefang] in red and an eagle logo.

The headlights are divided into one large and one small, and they are all designed on the fenders on both sides. The chassis of the whole vehicle is relatively high, which is suitable for the current generally poor road conditions.

Since the cab itself is not high, only one deck of pedals is designed.

It is very convenient to get in and out of the car, and the overall interior design is very simple.

When the old truck was designed, it was only a simple means of transportation, with integral seats that could not move back and forth.

The backrest angle is fixed, and there is no package, and the comfort of driving and operation is not considered.

There is no synchronizer and no steering assistance, which tests the driver's understanding and control of vehicle speed, gear, and engine speed.

Ordinary people can't open it.

A driver who can drive this kind of truck requires not only excellent skills, but also strength.

Without the unicorn arm, there is no way to get on the road.

A cart was parked next to the truck, and two men stood in the truck bed, while other men kept throwing sacks up.

The driver was a man in his early forties, wearing a dark blue uniform, red collar badge, and liberation cap.

A Z-shaped half-arm-long iron rod was hung on his waist, and he squatted on the side of the road smoking a cigarette, and looked back at the men loading the goods from time to time, with a calm expression on his face.

Song Yi parked his bicycle in the big house next to him, locked the car, and politely told the hostess a few words to help watch the car.

In the eyes of the hostess, this is just commonplace. She smiled and exchanged a few words, turned around and got busy again.

Song Yi chatted with the driver for a while, climbed into the back of the truck, helped to stack the medicinal materials neatly, and stood at the rear of the truck to reach out to Lin Yuzhu.

After Lin Yuzhu got on the back of the car, she dragged a bag of medicinal materials over to sit on it, feeling very emotional.

It is also in this era that people who mix goods with goods will not be caught by the traffic police...

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