1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 327: Can you give me some face?

As one of the three old industrial areas in Shandong, Dezhou was actually more like a super-large urban-rural junction before the millennium.

Fortunately, this is an industrial city after all. Although many places in the city look old and dilapidated, there are many state-owned enterprises. Therefore, when a military green jeep appears in the sight of passers-by, it does not attract everyone to stop and watch.

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On the 212, Miss Mu pressed the clutch to the bottom with some difficulty, and then manipulated the extremely simple operating lever without being familiar with it, carefully controlling the speed of the car, for fear of accidentally hitting the pedestrians who were running around on the road.

Mr. Yang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, admired the young lady's nervous expression with a smile, but he grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Hey, hey, hey, Comrade Yaer, it's almost four o'clock now. If you keep dawdling like this, the vegetable market will probably be closed by the time you get there."

Miss Mu, whose body was about to collapse into a prawn, looked at the pedestrians in front of her with fear and trepidation, her tone full of grievance: "I'm not used to driving this car... This gear lever is too hard. If I don't press the clutch firmly, I can't change it at all!"

This is not entirely an excuse for my poor skills. Although the 212 is known for its durability, the early models are also famous for numerous minor problems, poor handling and poor comfort. Moreover, the problems of each car are different, so it is normal to have a car with difficult gear shifting.

Yang Mo glanced at the eldest lady's slender but curvy long legs and immediately laughed.

This young lady basically rides in a car on weekdays and rarely drives. Even if she does, she probably drives imported luxury cars such as Duke, Mazda 929, and Mitsubishi in Dongying, which are definitely not as maneuverable as this 212.

Seeing Yang Mo laughing at her, Miss Mu immediately became embarrassed and annoyed: "You... If you didn't insist on eating barbecue today and you can't drive, would I have made such a fool of myself... How dare you laugh at me!"

Miss Mu is a Hui, so she has some taboos on food. But she doesn't want to go to the cafeteria of Dahua Company to get food directly, so as not to be criticized by others, so she can only go out to buy it herself... But there are not many Hui people living in DZ City. If she wants to buy beef and mutton slaughtered by the imam, she can only cross half of the city and buy it on the Old Hui Street in the west of the city.

Yang Mo was surprised when he heard this, and he stood up straight: "Who dares to laugh at our Ya'er? Who! Who! Stand up for me! I will fight him to the death!"

Seeing him looking around like he was ready to fight someone, Mu Liya couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Stop looking, you're the one making fun of me!"

Yang Mo pointed at his nose in disbelief: "...Me?"

Mu Liya rolled her eyes: "If it's not you, then who else could it be? Could it be that there is a third person in this car... I laughed out loud just now!"

Yang Mo sucked his teeth and looked at Miss Mu with a look of pity: "Comrade Yaer, you actually look at me like this... I am very sad!"

Mu Liya curled her lips when she heard this. Just as she was waiting to hear how this guy was going to smooth things over,
But Yang Mo sighed deeply: "The reason why I laughed out loud is because there is a beautiful woman beside me and there are no flies to disturb me. I can appreciate the beautiful curves of our comrade Yaer openly and honestly. I can't help but feel happy from the bottom of my heart!"

When Miss Mu heard this, she turned her head to look, only to find that this guy was staring at her legs with a green look on his face. She was immediately frightened.

After entering March, she started dressing like many other girls, wearing jeans and a sweater.

The sweater was okay, as she was wearing a large, fluffy sweater today, which basically covered her delicate curves. Outsiders would only find it cute but would not have any bad thoughts.

But the jeans underneath were different. Her legs were long to begin with, and when these slightly tight jeans were pulled apart, her slender yet energetic lines were immediately revealed.

Originally this was nothing, because the sweater was so big that her waist and hips were completely covered. Even if outsiders saw her legs tightly wrapped in jeans, they would not pay too much attention.

But she knew that the animal next to her had a kind of greed for her legs that ordinary people could not understand, so...

Done!

He's been staring at me all the way, he must have bad intentions!

Thinking about the fact that Luo Luo is not here tonight and I’m alone in a room with this bad guy... ?
Miss Mu suddenly became flustered, and for a moment she didn't know where to hide her legs.

"Squeak~!"

With an emergency stop without any sound of tires scraping the ground, the 212 stalled on the road.

"It's okay! It's okay! I didn't get hit~"

Miss Mu patted her chest with lingering fear, her face turning pale.

She was distracted just now and almost bumped into the pedestrian in front of her.

Looking at the woman in front of him who didn't notice anything and walked slowly to the grocery store across the street with a glass bottle to buy soy sauce, Yang Mo looked at Miss Mu in the main driver's seat speechlessly: "Hey, hey, hey, Comrade Yaer, the front of the car is at least six or seven meters away from her, why are you so nervous?"

Mu Liya looked at the culprit angrily and said, "When driving, you should keep a distance of more than ten meters from pedestrians. Don't you know that?"

Eh? ?

Is there such a saying?
With a speed of just over ten yards, do we need to maintain a distance of ten meters?

Are you sure you're not kidding me?

In later generations, keeping a distance of three to five meters from them would be the greatest respect for traffic laws and social ethics!
Thinking of this, Yang Mo suddenly became uneasy: "Comrade Yaer, who did you learn to drive this car from?"

Mu Liya looked at him strangely and said, "Of course I learned it from my coach... At that time, my father even found the best coach to teach me!"

Yang Mo's mouth twitched, and then he asked cautiously: "So which coach also taught you to keep a distance of more than ten meters from pedestrians?"

Mu Liya nodded blankly: "Yes!"

Yang Mo had a toothache after understanding something. He thought for a while and said, "Did your coach tell you that in a traffic jam like this, you can honk your horn to signal others... If you honk, people will give way to you."

Mu Liya nodded, then shook her head: "It seems that this is possible, but I don't like it. It will scare the people in front of me, and it will also make the driver look particularly uncultured, as if he is superior to others."

Yang Mo stroked his head speechlessly. After thinking for a while, he looked at the windshield wipers that had been turned on at some point, and said with a guilty conscience, "Um...Comrade Yaer."

Miss Mu: “Hmm?”

Yang Mo: "Actually, I learned how to drive privately... How about letting me drive for a try?"

Miss Mu: "Eh? When did you learn this?"

Yang Mo: "Well, I learned it during the Chinese New Year. It's very simple. You will get the hang of it after a few tries."

Miss Mu was unconvinced. "You're lying. Learning to drive is hard. It took me three months to learn. And yet, the instructor said I was a fast learner. Most people can't drive without half a year... The Spring Festival is only a few days long. How can you learn it now?"

Yang Mo coughed and said, "Well, you also said that this thing mainly depends on talent. I am gifted and can learn anything very quickly. You know that."

Thinking of Yang Mo's inexplicable skills, Miss Mu thought about it and reluctantly believed it. She unbuckled her seat belt hesitantly, and then said worriedly: "Okay, I'll let you try, but drive slowly, don't be distracted, and listen to my instructions... If I find something wrong, I will remind you!"

Looking at Miss Mu who had a serious face, Yang Mo's lips trembled: "Okay!"

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ten minutes later.

It is an old Muslim street entrance about 500 meters away from the Thirteenth Bureau.

Miss Mu followed Yang Mo with a pouty mouth, muttering angrily: "Liar, liar, liar... He can even park parallel to the ground so well, and you still dare to say you can't drive!"

Yang Mo blinked his eyes: "But I really have never learned to drive before... Look, you know I don't have a driver's license."

Miss Mu was startled, then looked at him suspiciously: "But now, as long as nothing happens, the traffic police generally won't check this. There is no necessary connection between having a driver's license and being able to drive... You really haven't learned to drive, you just practiced during the New Year?"

"Shh~!"

Yang Mo made a gesture to keep quiet, then looked around cautiously: "Sister, keep your voice down, it will be troublesome if the traffic police hear us... Let's go, let's talk inside first!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Miss Mu's hand and slipped into the Muslim Street like a thief.

Eh, eh?

Is there a traffic police here?

no!
Miss Mu, who was being dragged towards the Muslim Street, looked back at the empty street in confusion. She was completely bewildered.

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"Hey, Comrade Yaer, how about we buy some lamb tail oil and put it on the lamb skewers. It will be three lean and one strong, and it will be absolutely delicious when grilled!"

Yang Mo leaned over and carefully examined the huge piece of sheep tail oil on the stall, then turned his head and asked.

"Ah? Ok, ok!"

Miss Mu's face turned a little red. When she heard Yang Mo's question, she agreed without thinking.

This bad guy has already come in, but he still refuses to put his hands down!

Looking at her left hand that was tightly held by Yang Mo, and then glancing at the stall owner with three parts of scrutiny and two parts of smile in his eyes, Mu Liya wished she could dive into the ground.

How embarrassing! Miss Mu greeted the stall owner in the Hui ethnic group's special language just now, so she not only won the stall owner's smile, but also got the right to buy the half lamb ribs that were originally hidden under the table.

Since she had revealed her identity as a Hui girl, the intimate gesture of Miss Mu and Yang Mo holding hands was very meaningful in the eyes of the stall owner.

Many preferential policies at that time were not as perfect as those in later generations, so it was not surprising that Miss Mu did not wear a headscarf... At that time, Hui women working in the unit basically did not wear that layer of veil, so it was impossible to tell from the color of the headscarf whether this beautiful but unpresentable girl was married or not.

But since they could hold hands in public, it was obvious that this beautiful girl was married, otherwise according to the current Hui customs, she would not be allowed to do so... Although even if they were married, holding hands in public was very bold.

So the stall owner was very curious about how this seemingly handsome foreign guy could be worthy of such a beautiful girl.

Ok……

Although it is not clear how this little guy managed to win over such a beautiful girl, but after a closer look, it seems that the girl did not marry unfairly.

The stall owner thought so, then quickly weighed a pound of sheep tail oil for the two of them. After thinking for a while, he cut off a finger more and threw it into the bag, then waved his hand with a smile as a blessing to the newlyweds.

Miss Mu's face turned even redder, but she did not withdraw her hand from Yang Mo. She just lowered her body slightly towards the stall owner and said, "Ansailam Alaikum (May the peace of Allah be upon you)."

The stall owner smiled and nodded when he saw this: "Alaikum Sailamu (May Allah be at your side with peace)."

Although the Hui people do not have their own writing and language and speak Chinese when communicating with the outside world, due to historical reasons, many of them know some Arabic and Persian words. Chinese mixed with these words has become a special language for them to greet and communicate with each other... Of course, in later generations, there are fewer and fewer young people who can speak these special languages, and only some old-school Hui people will insist on learning these things. But at present, using this special language to greet and confirm identity is a normal thing.

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"Jamili Sadik, Gamali Sadik, Niuguo Kankan, Hushi Nuti! (Beautiful friend, handsome friend, look at the beef here, it will definitely satisfy you)"

Facts have proved that no matter what era, appearance is an all-purpose pass. Even though Miss Mu was a stranger who appeared in the Old Muslim Street for the first time, she still won the enthusiasm of these stall owners wearing white hats without any surprise.

"Sewab! Dekir Mete, Anselal Mubarak! (Thank you, thank you for your gift, I wish you good luck and health!)"

Seeing the stall owner in his fifties generously giving her an extra half finger of beef tenderloin and patiently helping her cut the beef tenderloin into dices, Miss Mu thanked him sincerely.

This is the North, not the South of later times. It is not uncommon for someone to give you more things if he likes you, but it is basically wishful thinking for him to go to the trouble of cutting you into dices... This shows how much the old Hui Muslim likes Miss Mu.

Yang Mo, who was carrying several bags in one hand, looked at the smiling Miss Mu with some jealousy. He knew that good looks could be eaten, but Miss, you are too popular. Not only will the stall owners take out the best meat and sell it to her at the price of ordinary parts, they will even generously give her a bunch of things of not low value... You have to know that this is not the future when materials are extremely abundant. Even in the future, buying two pounds of beef and getting half a pound of beef tenderloin for free is an exaggerated behavior, let alone now?
Thinking of the looks those stall owners gave him, Yang Mo felt a little unhappy, but then he became happy again.

Humph, when I get my gun-carrying permit in the future, I will send Comrade Yaer out to buy groceries every day. Based on this comrade's popularity, won't I be able to save hundreds of dollars on groceries in a year?

Hehe, who says that the young lady can only warm the bed after you marry her?
Well, at least when it comes to buying groceries, it’s very practical!
Seeing Yang Mo's obscene smile, Miss Mu didn't know if she had any wrong thoughts. She glared at him with a red face, and then, when no one was paying attention, she kicked him lightly on the calf.

"Hey, Yang Mo, we've almost finished shopping. Is it heavy to carry so many bags in one hand?" Miss Mu looked at him with a smile, and then naturally hung the bag of beef tenderloin on his left hand.

Yang Mo said with a bitter face: "It's heavy, of course it's heavy! More than ten kilograms of things are tied to one hand, anyone who lifts it will know!"

Yang Mo and Miss Mu were not the type to be frugal, so they bought whatever they liked along the way, including lamb tail fat, lamb ribs, lamb ribs, beef tenderloin, beef brisket, etc. They bought at least one or two kilograms of each.

But it has to be marinated before putting it on the grill, so there are a lot of oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and various marinades including pork and pork, so Yang Mo has to hold a lot of things in his left hand.

Miss Mu poked her head out and looked at Yang Mo's five blue fingers with some distress: "The things have been sold out, do you want me to help you carry some?"

Yang Mo was overjoyed: "Of course you can help me share the burden, my fingers are about to be broken!"

Miss Mu blinked her eyes and said, "Sure, but you have to let go of my hand first. You're holding my left hand, so I can't help you divide the bags."

Yang Mo was furious. You treacherous woman, you actually want to escape from my clutches?
With a sneer, Yang Mo bared his big white teeth and said, "Comrade Yaer, I can let go of your hand, but I have to remind you that it's still early, so you have to be mentally prepared!"

Mentally prepared?

Mu Liya was stunned for a moment, and then her legs and feet felt weak.

This bastard was clearly threatening me. If I didn't dare to let him shake my hand, he would do something even more extreme that night.

Pooh!
Do you think I don’t know what you are thinking?
Now Luoluo has left for Qingdao, and there are only two of us here. It would be strange if you could let me go!
Thinking of this, Mu Liya blushed and glared at him angrily, then pulled her hand away, and without saying a word, took a few bags from Yang Mo.

Yang Mo was overjoyed when he saw this.

Hehe, does our comrade Yaer agree that we can go a little further at night?

Thinking of Miss Mu's slender waist and long legs, Mr. Yang's heart became hot.

"Hey, it's getting late, Comrade Yaer, let's go back and prepare the barbecue!" Yang Mo's tone was filled with a hint of impatience, like a hungry wolf.

Upon hearing this, Mu Liya spat softly.

The words were about barbecue, but how could she not know what it actually meant?

Blushing, she glared at him, gritted her teeth, and gently hit his calf again: "Hmph~!"

Looking at Miss Mu who was fleeing towards the street corner in panic with the bag in her hand, Yang Mo chuckled.

"Little white rabbit, so white, with two ears standing up..."

Humming a strange nursery rhyme, Mr. Yang happily walked towards 212 carrying his bag...

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Two minutes later, Yang Mo walked slowly out of the street corner and took out his keys. He was thinking about whether to collect some interest in advance from Miss Mu who had deserted the battlefield, but he saw that there was suddenly a black Volga behind the army green 212.

Look down along the highly recognizable logo on the hood that looks like a half-bent mirror...

Ok?
Is this Dahua's car?

Glancing at the familiar license plate, Yang Mo frowned.

In these days, the imported Volga has always been a luxury car with a strong administrative color. Although it cannot be compared with the Hongqi in terms of level, and its symbolic meaning is not as clear as that of the Shanghai brand car, it is definitely much more awesome than the famous Crown, Duke and other luxury cars... Although the latter is widely known in later generations, it is actually just a simple luxury car.

Although Dahua Company was equipped with two Volgas due to work needs, and there has been no opportunity to use them, the procedures for the release of vehicles of this level are very strict. Even if they are collected dust in the garage, you cannot drive them out casually.

There are only a few people who have the qualifications and ability to ignore relevant rules and regulations and use these two Volga buses for personal purposes.

and so……

Looking at the handsome guy at the junction of the two cars who was smiling and talking to Miss Mu, Yang Mo was not surprised at all.

Seeing Yang Mo coming, Miss Mu hurried over, turned her head to look, and then whispered: "Yang Mo, Brother Song is also a Hui, and he came here to buy something today, and we just happened to meet."

After explaining the whole story, Mu Liya bit her lip and said, "Well, Brother Song wants to treat us to a meal... Can you please give me a favor for my sake?"

Yang Mo looked at Miss Mu, whose expression was not very natural, and then looked at Song Wenxuan, who smiled and nodded to him. He frowned and said, "But we have already bought everything, and...this Mr. Song and I don't get along. You know that, why should I give him this favor?"

In fact, if Miss Mu hadn't said the last half of the sentence, Yang Mo might not have frowned, and might not even have refused Song Wenxuan's request for dinner.

After all, we work in a state-owned enterprise. We are all in the same company and are core cadres, so we have to do the minimum work to maintain our reputation.

Besides, having a meal and calling each other brothers at the wine table doesn’t mean anything. After leaving the table, those who deserve to be stabbed will still stab, and those who deserve to be killed will still continue to kill.

He knew that Mr. Song had been pursuing Miss Mu, and he also knew that the parents of both sides had tried hard to bring the couple together, so he didn't care about Miss Mu's unnatural expression.

But the last sentence, "Can you please do me a favor?", really made him very uncomfortable.

Miss Mu's words were certainly meant to support Song Wenxuan, but the stance behind them made Yang Mo feel that they were a couple and he was just an outsider.

Seeing Yang Mo's face suddenly frown, Mu Liya felt a little uneasy, but she didn't think the key point clearly. She just thought that Yang Mo was stubborn and didn't want to deal with Song Wenxuan, his enemy.

He immediately whispered, "Yang Mo, I know you don't like Brother Song, but for my sake, can you please put up with it a little? The Song and Mu families have always had a good relationship, and Brother Song grew up with me, and he has always taken good care of me. No matter what, I can't let him down... He's a very face-conscious person."

Yang Mo's mouth twitched when he heard this.

Although he knew that Miss Mu's original intention might not be this, to him, these words sounded like those fairies in later generations asking those spare tires to swallow their pride and cater to their real boyfriends.

Thinking of this, he slightly suppressed the discomfort in his heart, glanced at Miss Mu with a smile, then looked up at Song Wenxuan, who was always looking at him with a sunny smile on his face.

"it is good……"

Yang Mo nodded, his tone lacking emotion.

(End of this chapter)