The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The time came to January 1965.

The temperature has dropped again in both the north and the south, and it is the coldest time of the year.

Snowflakes were flying all over the sky and falling on the land of Chengdu. The first snow arrived in the middle of the night.

The ground was a bit slippery due to the ice that formed in the middle of the night. The new recruits who had just joined the company, led by some veterans who had been with the company for two or three years, were shoveling the bed boards with shovels.

They had already put on their cotton-padded coats, and their bodies looked very bloated. They walked like penguins, and yet they accidentally slipped and fell to the ground.

People didn't dare to get close to the huge swimming pool because the ice inside was not solid yet, and if they fell in, there would definitely be an ice hole.

Li Nan, with a Leifeng hat on his head, was in a playful mood. On the platform beside the flower bed, he made a small snowball with his hands. When he saw Ke Minmin working, he quietly stuffed it into the back of her neck.

"Oh, Liang, Li Nan, I'm going to be angry~!"

Wearing thick cotton gloves, Ke Minmin tried for a long time, but the small snowballs had melted away and she shivered all over.

"Lululu, if you're angry, then be angry. If you have the guts, put it in my neck~!"

After sticking out his tongue playfully and making sarcastic remarks, Li Nan picked up the shovel and started running. However, he slipped and the Lei Feng cap on his forehead flew off, causing all the new and old soldiers to laugh.

"Just work, don't play around, or you'll get hurt. You still have to practice dancing~!"

Liu Feng, who was sweeping the snow with a big broom, threw away the broom in his hand and patted Li Nan's hat that had fallen at his feet. When she got up from the ground, it fell on her forehead.

"Squad Leader Liu, look, Li Nan, she's playing tricks on me~!"

Ke Minmin was so angry that her face turned red. She stomped her feet and ignored the bed board that was being dragged by the rope in her hand.

"Hey, I fell down too, so we're even now~!"

Li Nan supported her waist and climbed up from the ground. Even though she was grimacing in pain, she pretended to be calm. Especially those who made fun of her were glared back by her.

"Okay, okay, get to work, comrades. Difficulties are like springs. The weaker you are, the stronger they are. Hurry up and work. The canteen is about to open for dinner. The food has been improved. One egg per person~!"

After the recruits were assigned to their companies, the non-commissioned officers who did not have to clean the place stood at the windows, giving the recruits encouragement (and stirring up hatred) without any delay.

"Qi, you look like you've never eaten before. Squad Leader Liu, are we having dumplings for the New Year?"

Compared to eggs, Li Nan craves dumplings more. After his brother took over, even when he just came back to drive the truck, the family had no shortage of eggs to eat, let alone later.

The food in the art troupe is not good, but it is not bad either. It’s just that it’s snowing, so mom should be making dumplings at this time, right?
When winter started last month, Li Nan looked forward to it so much, but she didn’t get the dumplings she had been craving for. Now she has relaxed her requirements. At least she wants to eat them during the Chinese New Year, right?
People in the north are more particular about this now. If you don't serve dumplings on the Beginning of Winter, no one will care if your ears freeze off. Li Nanke doesn't want the ears that didn't freeze off in the north to get frozen off in the south.

"If you want to eat it, you have to make it yourself. It depends on the situation. Sometimes, if you want to make noodles during the Chinese New Year, it depends on whether a pig can be delivered a few days before the New Year~!"

Liu Feng smiled. Dumplings, dumplings stuffed with pork, are not available every year. In the nearly three years since he came here, he has only eaten them once. At the end of the year, the art troupe sent in a pig, so they had dumplings to eat. Without a pig, they basically had noodles to eat.

I still think of it as home. It depends on the situation in the military. If it is the art troupe of the Air Force or Navy, they don't care about these things. The food and benefits are higher than those of the Army.

"I still have to make it myself. Forget it. Noodles. Noodles with an egg on top will do~!"

Li Nan came here with great admiration for the army, and only then did he know what the veterans were like in their daily lives. He heard that they had to take care of themselves, so they would definitely not move, and new recruits would have to come to the company.

Her dumplings are ugly. Her mother makes them at home and doesn’t allow her to make them because the filling will come out once they are put into the pot. So, noodles are also acceptable.

"You little comrade, it's a pity that the squad leaders taught you so much..."

"Hey, pigs, the pigs are here. Hey, I can really eat dumplings this year~!"

Liu Feng looked helpless, but Li Nan was good at playing tricks. When he heard that he had to work, he changed his mind and thought about eating noodles. He had just scolded him for a few words when, finally, a pig was delivered to the door.

A three-wheeled motorcycle that Li Nan and Ke Minmin were very familiar with drove to the camp gate. In the iron cage in the back compartment, a big black pig was looking around with an uneasy look on its face.

His eyes were extremely alert, especially when he heard the loud shouting coming from all around him. Suddenly, a long stream of hot air blew out of his round nostrils. If he had not been in the iron cage, he would have jumped out of the car by now.

A group of 1912-1913 soldiers shoveling snow suddenly rushed to the camp gate. In those days, every household in the city could only afford half a pound of meat a month. This whole pig was quite spectacular, representing that the kitchen team had come to work and they could enjoy a feast.

"Go, go, go back to work. Ask the kitchen staff to come get the pigs!"

The patrol team at the camp gate was also having a headache at this time. They also had to shovel snow. The area near the camp gate was subcontracted by them. They had no time to remember names and report as there were too many people.

Everyone else was looking at the pigs, discussing whether the kitchen staff should prepare pig-killing dishes or big meat buns today, but Li Nan was the only one looking at the car.

At first glance, this three-wheeled vehicle has not been modified by the steel mill. The rear compartment is open, and it is a pure naked vehicle. At this time, the driver was squatting beside the open door, scratching his head and kicking the starter lever from time to time, but the three-wheeled vehicle did not respond at all.

The pigs in the car were screaming in anxiety. The driver outside the car was also screaming in anxiety. He got out of the car to show his ID. After turning off the engine, the car would not start.

"What's going on, Platoon Leader Qin? Let the driver drive in. The kitchen team is here to pick it up. The pig has turned around and ran away. It's so big, it's really hard to catch it~!"

Liu Feng, who grew up in the countryside, has seen the scene of pig slaughtering during the Chinese New Year. The big fat pig on the car weighs at least 200 pounds. If it really runs, it will be like a small tank.

"The car won't move. Can you fix it?"

The platoon leader of the patrol team glanced at Liu Feng and waved his hand impatiently. He also felt the situation was a bit tricky at this moment.

This touched upon Liu Feng's blind spot in knowledge. He could repair tables, chairs, benches and the like with his family's inherited carpentry skills. He also learned how to connect electricity, change fuses and light bulbs after joining the army, but he really couldn't repair a car.

"How about I come and take a look?"

This driver, dressed in military uniform, looks like an expert.

In the crowd, Li Nan couldn't help but speak, and immediately attracted the attention of dozens of recruits and squad leaders.

"you?"

The platoon leader of the patrol team looked at Li Nan, who had rolled up his sleeves, with some doubt in his eyes.

It's no wonder. Nowadays, cars are driven by men. In theory, only men can repair them. There is no young girl who can do these things.

"I have a car and tricycle driver's license. I graduated from Beijing Ping An Driving School. The driving school taught me how to drive and repair cars~!"

My goodness! The driver who was squatting in front of the tricycle was looking at Li Nan with some annoyance. The tricycle broke down and he was already very annoyed. He felt that the little girl was causing trouble for him.

After hearing what she said, I was completely stunned. This car came from Beijing, and there were not many people in the logistics department who could drive it, but the art troupe had an experienced driver.

Not only the driver was stunned, but also Liu Feng who picked up Li Nan from Beijing and the platoon leader of the patrol team were stunned. There was actually a rare female driver hidden in the art troupe, and she had a license.

"It snowed last night and the weather was cold. I guess you didn't preheat the engine when you started it. Also, the throttle should be kept open when the temperature is below zero. After the engine is started, it should be kept idling for more than three minutes in winter, and then the throttle should be closed~!"

This is recorded in the instructor manual issued by Dongfeng Three-Wheeled Motorcycle Factory to Ping An Driving School. All students will take this class.

Unfortunately, Li Nan is the deputy factory director's sister. Unfortunately, Principal Jiang taught her sister carefully without Principal Li's knowledge.

At least, although Li Nan hasn't touched a car for several months, he still remembers these knowledge about tricycles.

Compared to the driver in the logistics department who was transferred from an unknown position, Li Nan graduated from a driving school and is undoubtedly a professional. An expert can tell whether he is good or not just by looking at his driver.

Not only can he speak, Li Nan adjusted a few switches based on the knowledge recorded in his mind and the tricks he learned from the manufacturer's master, and then stepped on the starter lever of the engine.

“Boom~Boom~!”

"Oh my, Li Nan is really good at it. What is this Ping An Driving School? Is it a school that teaches driving?"

"You know what a driver's license is? You need this license if you want to drive in a local area~!"

"You really know how to drive, Li Nan, can you repair a car?"

Facts speak louder than words. Li Nan restarted the stopped tricycle. The driver just now had been struggling for a long time but still couldn't get it to work as she did. For a moment, people at the entrance of the camp suddenly started talking.

"Repairing a car is something that is taught in the driving school, but it requires tools. I can repair a small car and I can drive a large car, but I can't repair my own large car because I don't have the strength~!"

Li Nan patted the non-existent dust on his hands and walked out of the cockpit of the three-wheeled motorcycle. The arrogance on his face was almost the same as that of Wang Yousheng from the independent regiment when he was looking at the warehouse gate.

"Oh, she is from the dance team, right? This female soldier is amazing. Not only can she dance, she can also drive and repair cars. She is amazing~!"

Ke Minmin, who had just been stuffed with a snowball by Li Nan as a prank, opened her mouth wide. She had never expected that Li Nan had actually obtained a driver's license before joining the army.

Everyone in Beijing, especially young people, knows about Ping An Driving School. Driving school instructors are very popular now. It is completely different from the makeshift team when it was first established. It is now a subsidiary unit of a formal state-owned factory.

"Liu Feng, you have to keep an eye on your people now. Watch out for the car crew, or they might poach your choreography team!"

Being in the art troupe and being able to sing and dance is not uncommon, but being able to drive, having a license, and being a female soldier is 99% rare! (End of this chapter)