The train driver in the courtyard

"Driver Li, I believe you!"

Zhang Jinsheng was full of confidence in keeping Yan Jiecheng.

After all, in his opinion, Yan Jiecheng and Zhang Guifang were deeply in love with each other.
Now that God has given us a perfect match that can bring lovers together, how could Yan Jiecheng refuse?

Zhang Jinsheng immediately sent someone to call Zhang Guifang from home.

Li Aiguo looked up. This was the second time he saw Zhang Guifang.

This girl, who usually has a generous and carefree personality, seemed like a different person at this moment. She was as shy as a pretty young wife, with blushing cheeks.

She lowered her head slightly, with a bit of shyness and timidity in her eyes, and greeted Li Aiguo in a soft voice.

After Zhang Guifang listened quietly to Zhang Jinsheng's idea, her big, bright black eyes suddenly lit up.

Then, with the shyness of a young girl, she slowly lowered her head, took light steps, and quietly walked into the warehouse.

Li Aiguo and Zhang Jinsheng did not follow in, but stood at the door of the warehouse, chatting casually and smoking leisurely.

"Driver Li, we were reckless this time, but I can't do anything about it. My daughter has been spoiled by my wife and she is making a fuss at home."

"Once the two children have confirmed their relationship, I will immediately arrange a wedding banquet. You all should stay here for dinner today."

"I shouldn't ask for gifts, but you are railway people. If I don't accept the gifts, it means I look down on you."

Li Aiguo's fingers holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and he thought to himself: This guy is still thinking about asking for a gift?

Zhang Jinsheng noticed his strangeness and quickly explained:

"We are old friends, how can I look down on you!"

How about this, everyone just needs to give two dollars as a gift later."

Li Aiguo: "."

The more Zhang Jinsheng thought about it, the more excited he became. There were more than 20 people coming to the locomotive depot this time, and he would receive more than 40 yuan in gift money later. He would make a lot of money this time.

Why doesn't Zhang Jinsheng go to heaven for a two-dollar gift? Li Aiguo muttered in his heart and was about to talk to Zhang Jinsheng about how much a gift should be these days.

But at this moment——

"Snapped!"

"Yan Jiecheng you bastard!"

A crisp sound and Zhang Guifang's angry voice were heard in the warehouse.

Li Aiguo and Zhang Jinsheng realized that something was wrong and just as they were about to push the door open, the warehouse door had already been pushed open from the inside.

Zhang Guifang walked out slowly. There was no anger on her face. She even smiled at Li Aiguo and said, "Driver Li, I'm sorry to bother you this time. Please take them away later."

Li Aiguo was not surprised that Yan Jiecheng rejected Zhang Guifang.

After all, pure and sincere love is a scarce thing no matter what era it is.

When people are looking for a partner, they often find it difficult to escape the influence of many realistic factors.

What really shocked him was Zhang Guifang's unusually indifferent attitude.

"This is what I should do, Comrade Zhang Guifang. Please rest assured that our locomotive section will give you a proper explanation for the mess caused by Yan Jiecheng."

Li Aiguo nodded at Zhang Guifang, then turned and walked into the warehouse.

Zhang Jinsheng finally woke up from his shock. He grabbed Zhang Guifang's arm and said, "Girl, that little bastard Yan Jiecheng won't let you get married?"

"Dad, a forced melon is not sweet. Brother Jie Cheng and I are not the same kind of people. Let's call off this marriage." Zhang Guifang bit her lip.

Zhang Jinsheng is the Party Secretary of Zhangjiazhuang Commune and a well-known figure in the commune. Now that his daughter's engagement has been broken off, how can he save his dignity?
He was immediately furious: "Okay, okay, city people are great, railway workers are great, we are not the same kind, right? Today I will let this wicked fellow know what it means to keep his word!"

As Zhang Jinsheng spoke, he rushed out of the commune compound angrily.

Li Aiguo realized that something was wrong and quickly waved at Zhou Ke.

Zhou Ke was now ready to withdraw his troops. After receiving the signal, he immediately ordered his team members to guard the warehouse door and prepare for battle.

"Yan Jiecheng is a fickle guy. If possible, I really want to give him a few big slaps."

Yan Jiecheng saw Zhang Guifang standing there in a daze like a wooden man, and whispered to Li Aiguo.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jinsheng rushed over with a dozen members.

The members of the cooperative, armed with dung forks and hoes, rushed to the warehouse door and started shouting loudly.

"Yan Jiecheng, you little bastard, get out of here!"

"You dare to bully my Guifang? Today I will let you know what it means to be powerful."

"Get out! Get out!"

Zhou Ke was a little flustered at this time. He reached out to draw his gun, but Li Aiguo held his hand.

Li Aiguo also ordered the team members not to shoot without orders.

Zhou Ke was puzzled: "Brother Aiguo, what if they rush over?"

"Didn't you see? This is Zhang Jinsheng acting." Li Aiguo said slowly.

Zhou Ke squinted his eyes and looked at it, but couldn't understand it.

These members were all very angry, with their eyes wide open. If they were in a comic book, they would have to have flames burning on their heads.

"This is Zhang Jinsheng acting, not the members." Li Aiguo was worried about something going wrong, so he had to explain: "Zhang Dakuan and the militia were clearly outside, but Zhang Jinsheng didn't let them go out, and instead called these members who had no fighting power to come. Why?"

"He wants to put pressure on the Yan family, but he doesn't want a real conflict! That's why he asked the members to come forward." Zhou Ke understood instantly and slapped his thigh: "Zhang Jinsheng looks honest, but why is he so cunning?"

"Some of those who can become party secretaries in the commune are simple-minded. But this matter has little to do with us. We just need to stop them."

Things happened just as Li Aiguo had expected. Zhang Jinsheng jumped to his feet and angrily scolded Yan Jiecheng. The members of the commune were yelling, but no one rushed into the warehouse.

Zhou Ke and his team members pretended to block the door.

The members couldn't rush into the warehouse, and Li Aiguo and Zhou Ke had no way to take Yan Jiecheng and Yan Bugui away.

Things remained at a stalemate.

But this is not a solution either.

If this continues, we won't be able to make it to the maintenance depot for dinner in the evening.

The cafeteria serves pork stewed with vermicelli in the evening.

Li Aiguo entered the warehouse, grabbed Yan Jiecheng by the collar and pulled him up from the pile of firewood.

"Yan Jiecheng, you have to clean up the mess you made yourself!"

"Brother Aiguo, those people will eat me." Yan Jiecheng was frightened when he saw the angry members outside, and turned around to run.

As soon as he turned around, Li Aiguo kicked him on the butt.

"Why weren't you afraid when you lied to the girl?"

"I really didn't do anything, Brother Aiguo. I didn't even touch your hand." Yan Jiecheng said aggrievedly.

Li Aiguo believed that Yan Jiecheng and Zhang Guifang were innocent, but he still asked with a straight face: "Have you agreed to marry her?"

"." Yan Jiecheng hung his head and said nothing.

"You are deceiving the girl."

Li Aiguo kicked out again, hitting Yan Jiecheng on the butt, and Yan Jiecheng staggered.

Just as he was about to stand up, Li Aiguo kicked him again.

"Your father has no shoes to wear and can't deal with you. Today, I will represent your father to deal with you, this useless beast."

Yan Bugui was still regretting his shoes and was shocked when he heard this.

He wanted to stand up and stop Li Aiguo, but suddenly looked at the angry members outside and realized something.

Yan Bugui gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, yes, Aiguo, this little bastard is useless, you help me deal with him."

Li Aiguo had long wanted to teach Yan Jiecheng a lesson, and this time he was doing it "in the name of Yan Bugui," so naturally he wanted to vent his anger.

He kicked Yan Jie so hard that he fell flat on his back.

He kicked Yan Jiecheng so hard that it hurt so much.

After three kicks, a shoe print appeared on Yan Jiecheng's face.

At first, Yan Jiecheng thought that Li Aiguo was acting, but now seeing Li Aiguo's ruthless behavior, he was so scared that his face turned blue.

"Dad, he's going to beat me to death, stop him quickly."

"Li Aiguo is your father now. No, that's not right. He is taking care of you on behalf of your father!" Yan Bugui said with a little garlic in his mouth, pointing at Yan Jiecheng: "Aiguo, beat him up!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Jiecheng stood up and tried to escape.

But he was no match for Li Aiguo.

Li Aiguo kicked him once more, and with a "thump", Yan Jiecheng was knocked down from behind.

"Brother Aiguo, don't do that." The big foot wearing work protection leather shoes came down, and Yan Jiecheng screamed in pain.

Yan Jie was kicked so hard that his face was bruised and swollen.

He was kicked five times and the corner of his mouth was bleeding.

At this moment, all the members outside were stunned.

The second aunt, who was originally holding a dung fork and wanted to cheer, saw that everyone was silent, so she could only put the dung fork down in a daze.

At this moment, a trace of pity flashed across Zhang Guifang's eyes.

She was so angry that she wanted to tear Yan Jiecheng into pieces immediately.

But when I saw Yan Jiecheng crying so miserably, my heart softened.

Zhang Guifang took a few quick steps, went over and grabbed Zhang Jinsheng's arm, and said anxiously, "Father, forget it, forget it. Yan Jiecheng and I have no relationship anymore. If you continue to make a fuss, it will only embarrass your daughter."

"Do you think I'm doing this to vent your anger? My daughter, Daddy is..." Zhang Jinsheng was suddenly startled by Li Aiguo's action, and blurted out what Zhang Guifang said.

By the time he came to his senses, it was too late to shut up.

Facing the angry Zhang Guifang, Zhang Jinsheng could only scratch his head dryly, muttering in his heart: This train driver is too cunning, he saw through my thoughts at once and turned the tables on me.

Now, the dream of getting a high compensation from the Yan family is probably going to be shattered.

Zhang Jinsheng is not stupid. The Qianmen Locomotive Depot has sent so many armed railway police officers. Can he stop them from taking Yan Jiecheng away?
His only wish was to get some compensation. After all, Yan Jiecheng had ruined the girl's reputation, so he should at least give her some compensation, right?

Who could have thought that Li Aiguo would suddenly "in the name of his father" and beat Yan Jiecheng so badly that he almost killed him.

If he still asks for a huge amount of money at this time, wouldn’t he be considered an insatiable person?

After thinking it over, Zhang Jinsheng sighed helplessly and walked forward to stop Li Aiguo. "Driver Li, Yan Jiecheng made a mistake. Even if you beat him to death now, there is no way to save him.

Yan Jiecheng has ruined Guifang's reputation. She may not be able to get married in the future.

Let's discuss what to do next."

In this kind of situation, whoever brings it up first will be at a disadvantage in the negotiation.

"That's what I meant." Li Aiguo suddenly put his feet away, straightened his collar, pointed at Yan Bugui and said, "Old Yan, your son did this terrible thing. Today, you can solve the problem with me as the middleman."

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui breathed a sigh of relief and came over skipping.

"Brother Zhang, I'm really sorry about this, but you also know that I'm just an old teacher, my monthly salary is only more than 30 yuan, and I have several children at home..."

Yan Bugui started crying poor as soon as he came up.

Zhang Jinsheng smiled, took out a list from his pocket and handed it over: "Old Yan, this is my price, take a look."

The list was made of paper from an elementary school exercise book and had traces of pencil writing on it.

Yan Bugui took it and looked at it, his eyes widened: "One hundred and twenty yuan?! Zhang Jinsheng, you are robbing me."

"One hundred and twenty? Oops, I took the wrong form." Zhang Jinsheng remained calm, took out another form from his pocket and handed it over, then took the original form back and put it in his pocket.

Yan Bugui was stunned and thought that this guy was really a cunning one. He had already planned out Li Aiguo's tricks and even prepared two price tags.

As expected, the price this time was much more normal, only 43.25.8 yuan. "This is more than 40 yuan." Yan Bugui was still crying poor.

Zhang Jinsheng took out a list from his pocket and handed it over: "Old Yan, this is our expenses. It lists every item clearly."

Yan Bugui took it and glanced at it, then his face dropped. He handed the list to Li Aiguo.

Li Aiguo took a closer look and almost gave a thumbs up.

The list was so detailed: "Yan Jiecheng took away 20 corn cobs and 50 kilograms of sweet potatoes from Zhang's house..."

Zhang Guifang helped Yan Jiecheng wash clothes fifteen and a half times, with a labor fee of 3 yuan and a soap fee of 1 yuan.

Zhang Guifang went to see Yan Jiecheng, she had worn out the soles of two pairs of shoes, the price...

Yan Jiecheng came to Zhangjiazhuang Commune to look for Zhang Guifang eleven times, delaying eight members for half an hour each time. All this work added up..."

The list is packed with at least a hundred charges.

Each item has a basis and is in accordance with the rules.

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"Secretary Zhang, you really put a lot of thought into this." Li Aiguo couldn't help but praise him.

"Well, patriotism means you won't be poor if you eat and spend enough, but you will become poor if you don't plan well." Zhang Jinsheng puffed out his chest, quite proud.

Yan Bugui: "."

He didn't expect that the words he often said would come out of someone else's mouth today.

Moreover, he is a person who only schemes against himself.

Li Aiguo read the entire list and laughed: "I think you still haven't calculated one thing."

"What?" Zhang Jinsheng was stunned. He racked his brains to figure this out.

Li Aiguo said slowly: "Air."

"Air?" Zhang Jinsheng was confused: "Can you charge for that thing?"

"You don't understand this, don't you? Not only can you make money from the air, you can also make money from the land." Li Aiguo counted on his fingers to teach the old party secretary: "When Yan Jiecheng came to your commune, he must have breathed the air, right?
Whose air is this? It belongs to your commune.

Do you think Yan Jiecheng should pay for it?"

"It's your fault!" Zhang Jinsheng's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Li Aiguo continued, "Yan Jiecheng came from outside to your Zhangjiazhuang Commune, so he had to walk. Should he pay for walking on your land?"

"You have to pay for walking. Driver Li, aren't we going a bit too far?" Zhang Jinsheng scratched his head.

Li Aiguo persuaded him: "You are too kind. Let alone the road, even the low altitude can be sold for money.

After all, this low altitude also belongs to your commune, right?
If anyone doesn’t want to walk and wants to fly in the sky, they have to pay.”

After saying this, Zhang Jinsheng took a deep breath and said, "Can we do this?"

"What do you think?" Li Aiguo asked instead of answering directly.

"That's impossible. How can a person be so calculating?"

Zhang Jinsheng thought Li Aiguo was "ridiculing" him and smiled awkwardly: "Driver Li, there are indeed some unreasonable aspects of my charging items. Let me change them now."

Zhang Jinsheng hurriedly took the list from Li Aiguo and started working on it with his butt sticking out.

Li Aiguo smiled bitterly and shook his head: That's it? Zhang Jinsheng thought he was a master of calculation, but in fact, it was just that.

Zhang Jinsheng wrote and drew for a while, then stood up and handed the list back.

"Thirty-five dollars and twenty-three cents! This is my bottom line."

Yan Bugui was a person who would consider himself a lost person if he didn't pick up money when he went out, so how could he be willing to give away so much money? At that time, he asked Zhang Jinsheng to give him less.

Li Aiguo stopped him and said, "Uncle, you have to admit your mistakes. Yan Jiecheng really went too far this time. If you are not willing to pay the money, our locomotive section will no longer interfere in this matter."

Yan Bugui was shocked. If it weren't for Li Aiguo and Zhou Ke, he would not have been able to take Yan Jiecheng away, let alone thirty-five, even if it was one hundred and thirty-five.

"Okay, okay, I'll pay for it, but I don't have that much money on me, so I have to go home to get it."

"That's easy. I'll send someone to take you back together." Zhang Jinsheng was not worried.

No matter what, Yan Jiecheng did make a mistake. If Yan Bugui dared to cheat, Zhang Jinsheng wouldn't mind letting Yan Bugui taste the iron fist of a member.

After the matter was settled, both sides shook hands and made peace.

Yan Bugui was about to leave, and just after he jumped up, he suddenly remembered something.

He grabbed Zhang Jinsheng's arm and said, "Brother, where are my shoes? Give them back to me."

"Shoes?" Zhang Jinsheng was in a dilemma. He didn't really need a pair of worn-out shoes, but he couldn't swallow this humiliation.

Zhang Jinsheng suddenly remembered what Li Aiguo said and smiled strangely: "Let me ask you, how did you come to our commune?"

"Of course by walking." Yan Bugui felt something was wrong.

Zhang Jinsheng chuckled and said, "All the roads around here belong to our commune. If you walk on the road, you have to pay a toll."

Yan Bugui: "."

Zhang Jinsheng went on to say: "I only confiscated one of your shoes, which is already considered a lie.

You should keep both shoes.”

Yan Bugui said shamelessly: "What if I flew here? No matter how I flew, I didn't pass by the road of your Zhangjiazhuang Commune."

Zhang Jinsheng chuckled: "The sky also belongs to our Zhangjiazhuang Commune. Oh, and it has a resounding name, called low-altitude economy!"

Zhang Jinsheng learned and applied what he learned immediately, and Yan Bugui couldn't find any reason to refute him.

Yan Bugui could only look at Li Aiguo: "Aiguo, my shoes"

"Having no shoes won't stop you from walking." Li Aiguo saw through Zhang Jinsheng's thoughts.

If people don't vent their anger about this matter, there might be trouble in the future.

Yan Bugui had no choice but to jump and follow Li Aiguo towards the train.

Yan Jiecheng was lying on a stretcher made of wooden boards. When he left the village, he took a last look at Zhang Guifang who was standing in the distance. A tear rolled down the corner of his eye and he gently turned his head away.

Woo woo woo. Eat, eat, eat.

The commuter train slowly left Zhangjiazhuang Commune and rushed all the way back to the Qianmen Locomotive Depot in Beijing.

When Section Chief Xing and the other leaders in the section learned that the people had been rescued, they all came to the station to greet them.

Section Chief Xing wanted to give Yan Jiecheng a good beating, but when he saw Yan Jiecheng lying on a stretcher, he could only wave his hand at him and said, "Go back first. We still need to discuss how to deal with you."

Yan Bugui asked Yan Jiecheng's friend who worked as a coal carrier in the locomotive section to carry Yan Jiecheng back to the courtyard. Zhang Dakuan followed behind them.

The group of people was huge and particularly eye-catching.

As soon as I reached the door, I bumped into Liu Haizhong.

"You little bastard, you peed in the wine jug without even noticing. Wait till you see what I'm going to do to you today!"

Liu Haizhong was grabbing Liu Guangfu's collar and dragging him into the yard, but when he saw what Yan Bugui and the others were doing, he immediately let go.

Liu Guangfu ran away without a trace.

Liu Haizhong didn't care about Liu Guangfu anymore. He looked at Yan Bugui and said, "Old Yan, what's going on? Why did Jie Cheng get beaten? Who is so bold as to beat up someone from our compound? Let me show you how I'll deal with him."

Liu Haizhong had no good feelings towards Yan Jiecheng in the first place, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to win over the third uncle.

He thought that if he could gain the Yan family's gratitude by saying a few harsh words, it would be a good deal.

But this time, the bangs didn't go as planned.

Yan Bugui: "Old Liu, you misunderstood. You thought I asked Aiguo to fight."

"You asked Li Aiguo to beat up your own son?!" Liu Haizhong was a little confused and couldn't understand what Yan Bugui was thinking.

How can I let others do such a good thing as beating my son?
Liu Haizhong rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Aiguo is a train driver, usually very busy. Lao Yan, if there is such a good thing next time, you can call me."

Yan Bugui: "..."

Yan Jiecheng: "..."

When Liu Haizhong saw that he didn't get any benefits, he remembered that he also had a son.

"Liu Guangfu, where have you been hiding, you little bastard?" Liu Haizhong pulled out a copper-headed leather belt and went around the compound looking for Liu Guangfu.

The coal carrier from the locomotive section carried Yan Jiecheng into the house and left.

Zhang Dakuan didn't hesitate and stretched out his hand to Yan Bugui: "Money!"

Just as Zhang Jinsheng expected, Yan Bugui was a sensible man and did not dare to cheat in the face of powerful members.

Yan Bugui walked into the room, stuck his butt out, and dug out a porcelain jar from under the bed.

He blew away the ashes on the altar and pulled out a pair of underpants with threads hanging from them.

He opened his shorts and found a roll of banknotes inside, with various denominations, one cent being the most common.

"One cent, two cents... Thirty-five dollars and twenty-two cents... Thirty-five dollars and twenty-three cents..."

Every time Yan Bugui counted a bill, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

It took me half an hour to count them all.

Yan Bugui took the money to the main hall and handed it to Zhang Dakuan: "Here, this is compensation."

"Do you mind if I count them?"

"How could I mind..."

Zhang Dakuan took the money, glanced at Yan Bugui, dipped his fingers in his saliva, and began to count the money.

"One point, two points..."

This was a large sum of money, so Zhang Dakuan was extremely careful and checked each bill to see if it was real.

Yan Bugui couldn't stand it anymore. Looking at those piles of money, he groaned with heartache.

Finally, Yan Bugui couldn't stand it anymore and reminded him, "Captain Zhang, can you please count the money?"

"Thirty-five dollars and twenty-one cents...ah..."

Zhang Dakuan heard the sound and quickly gathered the bills together, saying in annoyance, "What's wrong with you, old man? Don't you know that you can't disturb someone when they are counting money? Now you have to count it again."

Yan Bugui: "."

Zhang Dakuan scolded Yan Bugui for a few words and then started counting again.

“One point…”

“Two points…”

"Three points..."

The long sound echoed in the room, and Yan Bugui felt like he was being tortured.

This time, Zhang Dakuan took another half an hour to finish counting.

He put the money in his pocket and stretched out his hand to Yan Bugui again: "Money?"

"Hey, what's going on? Didn't I give you the money?" Yan Bugui was confused.

Zhang Dakuan pointed at the wooden board under Yan Jiecheng's body and said, "This wooden board belongs to our commune. It costs 20 cents per piece. You have to give me 40 cents."

"Hey, this board has been used, but it's not unusable. Why don't you just take it back?" The third uncle didn't want to pay.

Zhang Dakuan walked over, picked up the wooden board, and also picked up Yan Jiecheng.

"Then I will take all these back to the commune now."

"Dad, you've spent so much money, don't be reluctant to give up the four cents." Yan Jiecheng was anxious. He had finally escaped, and if he was taken back to Zhangjiazhuang Commune, all his efforts would be wasted.

(End of this chapter)