With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

"Chu Baigui, please listen to me and teach my brother how to repair cars to the best of your ability. If you dare to work hard and fail to do your best, let's see how I deal with you." Zhao Dalian gritted his teeth and scolded Chu Sanlei.

The residents in the courtyard all despised Chu Sanlei with blank eyes, because the white bandit was a former soldier of the Guo Army and a serious enemy.

The landlady Hu Liya walked up to Xue Ming, holding her waist, "Comrade Xue Ming, what do you want to do? Why did you let the white bandits come to my house?"

After speaking, he pointed at Chu Sanlei's nose and said, "Get out of my house, you are not welcome here."

Chu Sanlei's face was full of embarrassment and he could only turn around and walk out of the yard. He had long been used to being discriminated against.

"Okay, let's all leave. Sister Hu, don't say a few words." Xue Ming's political stance has always been vague, but he doesn't dislike Chu Sanlei's past identity.

Zhao Dalian put his arm around Xue Ming's shoulders and walked out of the hospital, "This old white bandit drove a truck for the reactionaries before liberation. Our father specially invited him to come over and teach you how to repair the car."

Xue Ming couldn't help but laugh. The Zhao family's way of inviting people was quite special, "Thank you to my dad for me. Please rest assured that I will definitely pass the transportation department's exam."

"As a family, don't say thank you." Zhao Dalian patted Xue Ming on the shoulder and glared at Chu Sanlei, then rode his bicycle and left in style.

Xue Ming led the submissive Chu Sanlei out of the alley, took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

Chu Sanlei hurriedly took the cigarette with both hands. When Xue Ming lit the fire for him, he covered the flames with both hands, looking flattered.

"Are you a car soldier from the Guo Army? Have you ever gone to the battlefield to fight against the Japs?" Xue Ming asked.

"I have fought. I have killed two Japanese soldiers." Chu Sanlei choked on his cigarette and coughed repeatedly. "During the civil war, I became a transport soldier. I only drove and did not kill people."

"Awesome, as long as you kill the Japanese, you are good. Please teach me some simple truck maintenance knowledge, Master Chu." Xue Ming sincerely admired those who fought against the Japanese.

The title Master Chu made Chu Sanlei feel warm in his heart, and he instantly felt that he was respected, "Don't worry, Comrade Xue, I will never hide anything."

Xue Ming took him to the park on a bicycle, quietly took out cigarettes and homemade apple cider vinegar juice from the space, took out paper and pen, and waited for him to impart knowledge.

The juice tasted sweet and sour, and Chu Sanlei was greatly moved and took out a notebook from his pocket, which recorded various intractable diseases he encountered while driving a truck.

Xue Ming opened the chatterbox and explained endlessly. Xue Ming listened carefully and took notes. He soon became engrossed and listened with gusto to the truck maintenance theory.

The two of them stayed in the park for a whole day, and Xue Ming benefited a lot. At noon, they barbecued hares and treated him to meat.

On the afternoon of the third day, Chu Sanlei said cautiously, "Comrade Xue is laughing. I have finished teaching what I can teach, and I will not come tomorrow."

Xue Ming gave him dozens of kilograms of rice prepared in advance, "I have learned a lot from you in the past three days. I will ask you for advice when I encounter problems in the future."

"Thank you, Comrade Xue." Chu Sanlei carried the rice and bowed to say goodbye. He turned around and left with tears in his eyes.

Xue Ming looked at his back and felt that he was very pitiful. He never dreamed that this poor man would save his life in the future.

At noon the next day, he rode to the transportation office to sign up. There was a long line of people in the yard to sign up. Xue Ming also met colleagues from the transportation department of the light bulb factory.

After queuing up to the table and placing the recommendation letter from the factory on the table, the arrogant-looking staff casually asked, "What's your name? Which unit are you from?"

"My name is Xue Ming, and I work in the sales department of the First Light Bulb Factory." Xue Ming took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

The registrar raised his head and stared at Xue Ming, "Are you Xue Ming who single-handedly wiped out the vultures? Show your three heads and six arms for me to see?"

"I don't have three heads and six arms. I only have one nose and two eyes." Xue Ming felt that this guy was a bit brainless, so he reached out and put his work permit on the table.

"After the founding of the People's Republic of China, you are not allowed to become a spirit." The registrar wrote down something in his notebook. After recording, he handed over a piece of paper, "I will take the exam here at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. I won't wait if it's overdue."

"Okay." Xue Ming walked out of the transportation office with the exam notice. Along the way, he found many people looking at him secretly, and some of them whispered to each other while watching.

After registering, I returned home and continued reading. Early the next morning, I came to the examination room of the Transportation Department and was placed in the second team by the staff.

There were ten trucks parked in the examination room, and various obstacles were placed in the square, which looked very much like the second test of the driver's license.

Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind. Xue Ming turned around and saw Zhou Renlong from the transportation department of the light bulb factory. "What a coincidence, Chief Zhou, we are in the same team."

"Are you confident, Xiao Xue?" Zhou Renlong chuckled, "I heard that this exam can be directly graded, and those with good scores will be directly classified as third-level transporters."

"You must have passed Level [-] directly. You are the oldest driver in our factory." Xue Ming gave him a thumbs up.

"Of course, I am a third-level transporter. Xiao Xue, what level do you think you can reach?" Zhou Renlong said with a look on his face.

"I'm a novice and I don't dare to think about getting a grade. I'd be thankful if I could pass the exam," Xue Ming said.

"Don't be discouraged, young man. I'm optimistic about you... Ouch, look at whether that person is Miss Zhao." Zhou Renlong suddenly pointed to the door.

Xue Ming looked up and saw that it was indeed Zhao Xue. He hurriedly got out of the queue and ran over, "Why are you here? Are there no classes today?"

"Are you impressed that I asked for leave to come and accompany you in the exam?" Zhao Xue winked and smiled playfully.

"I'm touched, but you should go back to class. It will be embarrassing if I fail the exam." Xue Ming scratched his head and thought it was funny.

People around her looked at her with envy. Zhao Xue was pretty good-looking, and Xue Ming didn't like her being watched by others.

"I just went to the City God's Temple to ask for a good luck charm for you. Wearing it will help you pass every exam." Zhao Xue put a strange red knot on Xue Ming's neck.

"You seem to want me to be a transporter? For this reason, you would rather not have the house assigned to us by the light bulb factory? Are the eight members of the commune so good?" Xue Ming asked.

"Of course, the transporter is the iron rice bowl among the iron rice bowls. You must pass the exam. As long as you pass the exam, we will have nothing to worry about for the rest of our lives." Zhao Xue nodded heavily.

"A lifetime is too far away, but since you like me, try your best to take the exam. It's a bit cold outside, so go wait for me in the car." Xue Ming took out the keys of the jeep and gave them to her.

Transporters will not be prosperous for a lifetime. In the future, they will be freight truck drivers earning hard money. The salary is not bad but it is too dangerous.

At this time, the exam officially started. The staff called Xue Ming to return to the team. The person at the front of the team had already got on the bus to take the exam.

Xue Ming was waiting in the queue, while Zhao Xue was still standing in the distance watching him.

Zhou Renlong whispered, "Xiao Xue, actually everyone in our factory secretly says that you are not worthy of Miss Zhao. She is an outstanding people's teacher, and you are just an ordinary worker."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Xue Ming felt that this matter was getting more and more interesting.