The train driver in the courtyard

After Chen Boya considered taking Li Aiguo as his teacher, he was worried that Li Aiguo would refuse.

Now Li Aiguo is a nationally recognized advanced train driver. There are countless people who wish to become his apprentice, including some assistant drivers, while he is still just a fireman.

After driver Zhang learned of Chen Boya's idea, he gave him an idea.

"Duanzhang Xing was muttering a while ago that he should find another apprentice for Li Aiguo. If you go to Duanzhang Xing now, remember that Duanzhang Xing likes to drink."

This was not a problem for Chen Boya, as he had a lot of good wine at home.

Chen Boya took advantage of his off-duty time to return home, went into his father's study, grabbed a few bottles of foreign-traded Moutai liquor and ran out.

"Boya, what did you take?" Chen's father had just returned from the hospital and the two men bumped into each other.

"Wine, I want to become your disciple!"

Chen Boya left a word, opened the door and ran away.

Father Chen was actually quite worried about Chen Boya.

This kid has the enthusiasm of a worker, but also the nobleness of an intellectual. The Chen family had contacted several veteran train drivers, hoping that they would take Chen Boya under their wing.

As a result, this guy seemed very friendly to others, but he couldn't even call them "Master".

"Hey, this kid knows he needs a master? That's great, he's grown up."

"Something's wrong, he just took it away, didn't he?!"

Father Chen sat down and drank some tea, then seemed to remember something. He suddenly stood up, pushed open the study door, and opened the cabinet.

Seeing the empty cabinet, Chen's father wanted to cry: "Five bottles of foreign trade Moutai, all gone! This kid is too ruthless."

"Foreign trade Moutai? Wow!"

"Five bottles!"

In the section chief’s office.

When Director Xing saw the five bottles of Moutai on the table, he reached out to pick them up, but he pulled his hand back.

Director Xing raised his head and looked at Chen Boya, his face became serious: "Comrade Boya, take it back!"

Chen Boya rubbed his hands and smiled awkwardly: "Duanzhang, I want to ask driver Li to be my master. Please help me."

"Become a disciple? Li Aiguo?" After learning the purpose of Chen Boya's visit, Director Xing's expression gradually eased.

In fact, ever since Huang Jing became his apprentice, Xing Duanchang has wanted to find another apprentice for Li Aiguo.

In addition to cultivating outstanding talents, there is also the idea of ​​strengthening the relationship between Duan Li and Li Aiguo.

I just haven't met the right talent yet.

Chen Boya is young, smart, hard-working, and highly conscious, making him a good candidate.

"Comrade Bai Ya, I am very pleased that you are so motivated, but this matter still needs the approval of driver Li."

Xing Duanchang took a look at the bottles of Moutai, thought for a moment and said, "Well, I'll go talk to the patriotic comrades about this."

It's not that he is not reserved, it's just that what others gave him was too much.

"Captain Duan, so you betrayed me because of Wutai Moutai, and you didn't hide it from me?"

In the maintenance workshop, standing under the trench excavator, Li Aiguo was somewhat amazed at the shamelessness of Director Xing.

If you betray someone, you should at least keep it a secret, right?!
Xing Duanchang said confidently: "Aiguo, the train drivers on our railway have an average of four or five apprentices, but you have only trained one.

Comrade Bai Ya is indeed a very suitable candidate. I am doing this for the sake of the work of the section. There is nothing to hide."

Although Director Xing was unreasonable, he was right about one thing - every experienced train driver has to train four or five apprentices on average.

You have to know that train driver is a job that requires special operating experience.

Most apprentices need to be taught by their masters in order to become qualified train drivers.

It is a tradition of Qianmen Locomotive Depot for the old to guide the new.

"Okay, I think Comrade Chen Boya is very outstanding." Li Aiguo considered that he would spend most of his time on equipment research and development in the future, and it was time to take in another apprentice, so he agreed immediately.

"That's great! Aiguo, it's better to do it today than to wait for another day. We will hold a teacher-apprenticeship banquet for you tonight!" When Director Xing Duan saw that Li Aiguo agreed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The news that Li Aiguo accepted a disciple spread quickly.

At dinner time, all the train drivers and crew members in the section knew about it and gathered in the cafeteria.

Even Zhou Ke rushed back from the subway construction site after hearing the news.

Section Chief Xing took this opportunity to organize a dinner for the entire section, with five dishes and five bottles of beer on each table.

The crew members of Qianmen Locomotive Depot performed more than a dozen programs.

There were solos, small chorus, large chorus, poetry recitation, accordion, flute, harmonica solo, instrument ensemble and so on, which were wonderful.

After the show, Section Chief Xing stood on the table holding a large metal loudspeaker and shouted, "Today is the day when Li Dache of our Qianmen Locomotive Depot accepts apprentices! This is the top priority of our section!"

The applause surged like a tide, and the crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks hitting enamel plates mixed with whistles rose one after another.

Chen Boya sat awkwardly next to Li Aiguo, the cuffs of his work clothes, which had been washed white, still stained with coal dust. At this moment, the old masters around him took turns patting him on the shoulders, and he almost fell off the bench.

Director Xing came over and gave Chen Boya a push: "Xiao Chen, start to become my disciple."

The old-fashioned ritual of becoming a disciple has been abandoned these days, but the necessary procedures still have to be gone through.

Chen Boya stood up and bowed to Li Aiguo, calling him "Master". He then picked up the thermos, poured a cup of tea, handed it to Li Aiguo with both hands, and called him "Master" again.

Li Aiguo took the enamel jar and took a sip, and the whole ceremony was over.

"Li Da Che has to use all his hidden skills!" Someone shouted, causing everyone in the room to laugh.

Li Aiguo stood up with a smile: "I dare not say anything else, but I will teach Xiao Chen two things - you can hear the heartbeat of the rails and see the temper of the steam!"

The crowd suddenly burst into cheers. Some people picked up chopsticks and banged their lunch boxes to accompany the singing. Some people sang "The Train Driver's Song" at the top of their lungs. Amid the off-tune singing, the train drivers quietly wiped their eyes - a new train driver might soon be born.

There was still a night shift in the evening, and many train drivers left after congratulating Li Aiguo.

Seeing that it was getting late, Li Aiguo told Chen Boya to arrive at the section early tomorrow and he also planned to go back.

"Master, wait a minute."

Chen Boya ran to the corner, picked up a bulging canvas bag, and stuffed it into Li Aiguo's arms.

"Master, I don't have anything good, so please accept this little gift."

"Apprenticeship gift, ahem, this kid is quite sensible"

It was natural for a master to take things from his apprentice. Li Aiguo didn't hesitate and directly opened the canvas bag.

Just one look and Li Aiguo's expression changed.

He turned his head and looked at Huang Jing behind him: "Eldest disciple, you should learn from me."

Huang Jing stretched her neck to look inside the bag, covered her mouth in shock, and said aggrievedly, "Master, how about letting me be your senior brother?"

The Chen family at this time.

Mr. Chen just returned home after completing a difficult operation.

Seeing that the study door was ajar, he immediately realized something was wrong and rushed in without even taking off his white coat.

Crouch down and open the bottom cabinet.

The cupboard was empty.

"Where are my seven packs of white cigarettes!" Old Master Chen was furious.

Chen's mother walked in slowly from outside and said with a smile: "Isn't Bai Ya going to become a disciple today? I asked him to send it to the master. Smoke less. It will be good for you."

"." Mr. Chen was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "It's a good gift. We should respect our master. If we have good things, we should give them to him."

After the door was closed, Mr. Chen shook the phone, answered it and said, "Xiao Liu, ahem, Master's cigarettes were confiscated by your mistress again."

*****
When teaching an apprentice, one should be wholeheartedly devoted, not deceive the student, and certainly not treat the apprentice as a servant.

Before liberation, young apprentices in restaurants sometimes had to sell hooks in order to learn how to cook a dish.

We, Li Aiguo, must resolutely fight against this ugly behavior.

"Disciple, this is your senior sister, you already know her." After Li Aiguo left the cafeteria, he pulled Chen Boya in front of Huang Jing.

"Starting today, your senior sister will teach you basic theoretical knowledge, and you will be tested every half a month."

Chen Boya: “.”

Why did he feel that this master was a little unreliable?

However, as a person with experience, Huang Jing understands Li Aiguo's teaching ideas.

As a master, the worst thing to do is to know everything and feed knowledge into the apprentice's mouth. Instead, the master should let the apprentice figure it out on his own and understand it through practice.

"Brother, don't worry. Follow the master and I guarantee you will become an excellent train driver."

After hearing this, Chen Boya secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This senior sister seems quite reliable.

Li Aiguo was ready to go back, but Huang Jing suddenly stopped him: "Master, I got a piece of gossip today."

"what?"

Huang Jing looked around and saw that there was no one around. She lowered her voice and said, "It seems that the higher-ups are planning to make a movie about the last train rescue."

Li Aiguo was also shocked by the news.

"This is what the flight attendant Xiao Zhou told me. Xiao Zhou's sister works at the Beijing Film Studio. The information should be reliable."

The full name of Beijing Film Studio is Beijing Film Studio. It was one of the eight film studios in China at that time. It produced a series of excellent works such as "The Battle of South and North", "Glorious Family", "Railway Guerrillas" and "White-Haired Girl".

By the way, the famous film “Bao’s Father and Son” was also a production of Beijing Film Academy.

This kind of gossip is often more reliable.

"Master, which actor do you think should play me?" Huang Jing was obviously very excited and tilted her head and asked, "Yao Xiangli, Yu Lan, or Yang Jing?"

These are the beauties of Beijing Film Studio, with excellent image and temperament.

After saying this, Huang Jing felt it was inappropriate again.

After all, these factory beauties are indeed very beautiful and down-to-earth, but they lack the daring spirit of the train drivers.

“It would be great if I could play myself.” Huang Jing sighed.

Chen Boya laughed: "Acting in movies is the job of professional actors, how can ordinary people get in?"

As soon as he said this, he realized something and quickly shut his mouth, but it was too late. Newly promoted senior sister Huang Jing glared at him and said, "Go home tonight and memorize the "Internal Structure of the Patriotic Type 1 Steam Engine". I will conduct a random check tomorrow."

"Yes, Senior Sister." Chen Boya shrank his head.

Li Aiguo looked at the two of them, smiled and shook his head.

It is only natural for a senior sister to teach a junior sister a lesson, and we cannot stop her.

"Okay, we've been busy all day, you all go back."

Li Aiguo raised his wrist to check the time. It was almost half past six, so he picked up his canvas bag, got on his bicycle and headed towards the courtyard.

The bicycle rolled over the bluestone road, and the jingling of the bells broke the summer heat.

It was still early at this time.

The locust trees on the roadside cast mottled shadows as several old men sat on stools playing chess. Their shouts rose and fell across the border between Chu and Han.

In front of the popsicle stand diagonally opposite, white mist rose up the moment the tin box was opened. The children stood on tiptoe, holding coins in their hands, to look in, and their saliva almost dripped into the tin box.

Wandering around, you can feel the flavor of everyday life.

Just when Li Aiguo was accepting a disciple, something big and small happened in the compound.

This matter started with the recent shortage of matches.

The number of match tickets is limited. If you go too late, you won’t be able to get one. If you go too early, you won’t have the ticket yet.

Xu Damao was a cunning guy. He took the opportunity of showing a movie to reserve several good seats for Xiao Wang from the Street Office, thus bringing the two closer together.

Xiao Wang is responsible for collecting tickets from the district and can provide accurate time.

In this way, Xu Damao is always one step ahead of others.

The same thing happened this afternoon. After learning that there were match tickets, Xu Damao put on a Zhongshan suit, put on thousand-layer-soled shoes and went out.

As soon as he walked out of the front gate, Xu Damao met two people dressed as members of the cooperative. One of them had a short face like Xu Damao.

Xu Damao saw the brother with the shoe-horn face wandering around the gate, and he started to talk to him without even turning his eyes.

"Comrade, you are from the countryside, right? Hey, you are carrying something, do you want me to help you carry it?"

The bag is bulging and looks like it contains a lot of stuff, maybe some jujubes!
It’s no wonder that Xu Damao is so cunning. The members of the cooperative are all honest and simple. If they help a little, they might be able to exchange them for a handful of jujubes.

The brother with the shoe-horn face was moved by Xu Damao's enthusiasm and waved his hand: "There are good people in the city, too. Comrade, let me ask you about someone. Is there a person named Jia Dongxu in your compound?"

When Xu Damao heard this, he immediately became excited.

"Jia Dongxu, this guy is not a good person. He has been stealing since he was a child. He has been a first-level fitter for several years and has not been promoted because of his character problems."

When the brother with the shoe-horn face heard this, he frowned and said, "No wonder this guy would do such bad things. It turns out he has a criminal record."

After these words were spoken, Xu Damao was more certain that these people were really here to cause trouble for Jia Dongxu.

With the idea of ​​trying his best to make the best of the situation, and at least disgusting the person if he couldn't kill him, Xu Damao generously took out a pack of Daqianmen and gave one to each of them.

Xu Damao pointed to the backyard and said in a more serious tone: "Comrade, let me tell you, you don't know about Jia Dongxu's master, right?

"What?" The brothers with shoe-horn faces felt that they were all one family.

Xu Damao looked around and lowered his voice: "You may not know yet, but Jia Dongxu's master Yi Zhonghai was placed under quarantine a while ago for attempting to sabotage military manufacturing."

"It's Dieter!" The brother with the shoe-horn face lit a cigarette and turned to look at the members behind him: "What did I say? Jia Dongxu is a bad guy. We must not trust him."

"Yeah, who would set fire to their own ancestral grave? Isn't that a mental problem?" The members also nodded.

What ancestral grave? Forget it, never mind, anyway, I just want to make sure Jia Dongxu doesn’t have an easy life.

Afterwards, Xu Damao kept on talking for more than ten minutes, saying everything from Jia Dongxu peeping into the women's restroom to bullying an eighty-year-old woman. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he blamed Jia Dongxu for everything.

The brother with the shoe-horn face was so angry that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Comrade, thank you. We will go back now and kill Jia Dongxu." The brother with the shoe-horn face tightly held Xu Damao's hand and said gratefully.

"Yes, it collapsed, it collapsed immediately. What? It collapsed?" After Xu Damao reacted, he was stunned for a moment.

Xu Damao is the kind of person who has the desire to steal but not the courage to do so. If you ask him to use some shady tricks on black people, he is very good at it.

But when the real thing came, he became afraid again.

At this time, the third uncle saw that something was wrong, came over from the side, and quickly stopped the brother with the shoe-horn face.

"Comrade, don't listen to Xu Damao's nonsense. Jia Dongxu is not a bad person."

"Are you from the commune? If you have any questions, you can contact our street office."

The brother with the shoe-horn face turned to look at Xu Damao, but Xu Damao had already turned around and slipped away when he saw that he had caused trouble.

Although the third uncle didn't know what was going on, he gave up the plan of generating electricity by human power and went to the street office with his brother with a shoe-horn face.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Huairu was coaxing her child at home when she suddenly saw Secretary Liu from the Street Office coming to the Jia family and notifying Qin Huairu to go to the Street Office.

"Secretary Wang, is there any news about my Dongxu?" Qin Huairu hurriedly sent Banggeng and Xiaodang to the neighbor's house next door.

"You'll know when you get there. By the way, bring twenty dollars with you."

Although Qin Huairu had no idea what was going on, she could only put the money she had saved for half a year in her pocket and followed Officer Liu towards the street office.

Qin Huairu arrived at the street office and was called into the office by Director Wang of the street office.

"Qin Huairu, Jia Dongxu has been found."

"Really? That's great. I've been so worried about you recently." Qin Huairu was delighted.

"Don't be too happy too soon." Director Wang of the Street Office asked Officer Liu to bring Jia Dongxu to the office.

In addition to Jia Dongxu, there is also a member of the Shoe Horn Club and a non-member of the Shoe Horn Club.

Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office pointed at the two members and introduced them: "These two are militia comrades from Jiajiazhuang Commune. Jia Dongxu was captured by them."

"Catch?" Qin Huairu was shocked and turned to look at Jia Dongxu: "Dongxu, what bad thing have you done?"

Jia Dongxu seemed to have suffered a lot of torture. His face was red and blue, with several bloody cuts. His hair was messy and his clothes were torn.

If it was placed on the street, Qin Huairu would definitely not recognize it and would have to throw two cents into his bowl.

Jia Dongxu said aggrievedly: "I didn't do anything bad. I just wanted to make our family's life better, so I burned the ancestral grave."

"Ah?! What did you do?"

Qin Huairu couldn't believe her ears, her mouth opened so wide that she could swallow the pear.

She remembered Jia Dongxu saying that only after Li Aiguo's ancestors' graves were filled with smoke could he become the deputy commander-in-chief, and he had to go home to burn the graves.

However, I thought it was just a joke, but I didn’t expect Jia Dongxu to actually do it.

Qin Huairu was both angry and amused at the same time. She took a breath and said, "Even if it's a fire at the ancestral grave, it's nothing."

"If only the ancestral grave was set on fire, it would be nothing." The militia captain raised his hand and said, "Next to the ancestral grave of Jia Dongxu's family is a threshing ground. The fire ignited seven or eight straw stacks."

Qin Huairu: "."

What happens next needs no explanation.

Wheat straw was a precious fuel in those days, and the members relied on wheat straw for cooking and heating. When they saw the straw stack on fire, they rushed from all directions to put out the fire.

The fire was not put out, but the arsonist Jia Dongxu was caught.

If someone hadn't recognized him as Lao Jia's son, it would be hard to say whether he could come back alive.

At this time, the militia captain was very vigilant and demanded an investigation into whether Jia Dongxu was a bad element, so he brought people to the courtyard to conduct a mass investigation.

As a result, he met Xu Damao, who almost defeated Jia Dongxu with his powerful attack. Fortunately, the third uncle stopped him.

After finding out the whole story, Director Wang from the Street Office asked someone to invite Qin Huairu over.

It would be embarrassing to spread the news that there's an arsonist in the neighborhood.

After all, Jia Dongxu was a resident of the neighborhood, so he had to come forward.

Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office came out to smooth things over: "Comrade Captain, this is just a misunderstanding. I think we should let Jia Dongxu apologize to you and compensate for the losses. How about that?"

The militia captain also knew it was a misunderstanding, so he agreed: "There are seven straw stacks in total, plus the fine, the total is fifteen dollars."

Jia Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief when he was able to clear himself of the charge of arson. He shouted at Qin Huairu, "Hurry up and give me the money."

Qin Huairu really couldn't bear to spend money.

Since Jia Zhang left, Qin Huairu has been in charge of purchasing for the family, and she saved the twenty yuan bit by bit.

Seeing that Qin Huairu didn't respond, Jia Dongxu became anxious: "Qin Huairu, what are you doing standing there? You don't want me to get shot, so you want to be a widow, right?"

There was no other way, Qin Huairu could only pay the fine for Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu was released only after he apologized to the militia captain and wrote a letter of apology.

By this time, Xu Damao had already brought back the match tickets and was telling the residents about Jia Dongxu's great achievements.

"I really didn't realize that Jia Dongxu was actually capable of doing big things. Arson, if this happened before liberation, he would have been taken to Caishikou and beheaded!"

As he spoke, he swung his hand down fiercely, as if to behead someone.

"Who are you going to kill, Sun Thief?"

Jia Dongxu just came back from outside with Qin Huairu. When he saw Xu Damao slandering him, he couldn't help it and rushed over to push Xu Damao.

His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and he kicked Xu Damao before he even landed on the ground.

"Xu Damao, you son of a bitch, you are making up stories about me in front of the militia captain today, right? You want me to get shot! If I don't beat you up so badly that your mother can't recognize you, you'll be lucky to run away!"

While cursing, Jia Dongxu moved forward and slapped Xu Damao in the face.

Xu Damao knew that Jia Dongxu's fighting power had greatly increased and he was no match for him. After being slapped a few times, he turned around and ran back home.

When he came out again, he had the fine steel pot on his back, holding a stick in his hand, and pointed the stick at Jia Dongxu: "Come on, let's fight to the death!"

A character full of rage has a buff bonus, and his strength and agility values ​​increase greatly.

One incarnation becomes a scapegoat and has maxed out his defense.

At this moment, the two men's fighting power was actually evenly matched, and they were enjoying the fight.

The residents in the compound had not seen such a wonderful martial arts scene for a long time. They watched with great interest and applauded from time to time.

Li Aiguo pushed his bicycle into the courtyard and saw the lively scene. He nodded in admiration: "This is the atmosphere of life that is unique to the courtyard."

(End of this chapter)