Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Sure enough, just as Li Weijun expected, not long after the train left the steel mill and passed by an open space in the suburbs, its speed slowed down significantly.

Not long after, several nimble and quick comrades climbed onto the train. Although each of them was carrying a heavy bag, they made it look like a piece of cake.

They got on the passenger carriage amidst laughter and joking, and the conductor wearing a brimmed hat was already accustomed to this, so after taking the gift, he allowed the group to load the goods onto the train.

By the way, write down the delivery locations one by one. When you arrive at the place, there will naturally be someone to receive the goods to respond.

With just this up and down movement, the flight attendant's pockets began to bulge.

Looking around, there were even many people who tiptoed onto the train to hitchhike in order to save effort and money, which made Jiang Xifeng stunned.

"Wei Jun, these people are lying on the train. Aren't they afraid that they will fall down if they are not careful? Why didn't the train attendant remind them..."

"Fall down? Xifeng, didn't your uncle tell you the story of the Railway Guerrillas? At this speed, let alone climbing the train, you can even dance on the roof by hiding from the tunnel railings. You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are until you manage the household. As long as these people don't steal or rob, just turn a blind eye."

Li Weijun yawned, took out the pancakes Qin Huairu had made that morning from his bag, chewed them with big mouthfuls, and passed them to a few ignorant children standing not far away.

Most of these children were about twelve or thirteen years old, skinny and carrying heavy straw baskets. They must have gotten up early to pick up cow dung along the railway.

Children from poor families have to grow up early, and it is really not easy for them to save some energy by climbing on the train.

When the children saw Li Weijun's thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his easy-going and warm appearance, they gradually relaxed their guard and timidly took the pancakes.

I only dared to take a cautious bite, even if the crumbs fell on my palm, I would tilt my head back and eat them up.

Then he put the remaining cake into his arms as if it were some rare treasure. Li Weijun guessed that he was probably going to bring it to his family.

Standing up and becoming rich is a long and arduous journey.

They went up and down all the way, and when they arrived at Nanzhili Station, Li Weijun and Jiang Xifeng got off the train and got on the train to Shanghai again.

This train was different from the trains used by steel mills to transport industrial products. It was crowded and noisy.

Although population movement these days requires reporting and letters of introduction, the vast majority of people are trapped in that small piece of land and have never even left the county.

But, even if you haven't eaten or seen it, there is always someone who has.

As you carry on with your heavy burdens, there will always be someone who will ensure you a peaceful and peaceful life.

Most of the passengers in Li Weijun's carriage were neatly dressed and well-spoken.

It takes at least a day and a night to take the slow green train to Shanghai, not to mention how painful it is to sit alone in a hard seat.

Unfortunately, I arrived at the ticket office too late and failed to buy a sleeper ticket.

By eavesdropping on the passengers' conversations and complaints in the carriage, Li Weijun realized that the sleeper tickets had already been sold out internally.

Not to mention queuing up in the middle of the day to buy tickets, even if you spread out your bedding and sleep in front of the ticket office all night, you still won't get a ticket.

After a bumpy ride and transfers, even though Li Weijun felt a little sleepy and dozed off, he still looked at Jiang Xifeng, who was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes.

Li Weijun still let Jiang Xifeng sit by the window, while he himself sat in the aisle, looking at the various passengers in the carriage.

The vast majority of them had the same purpose as Li Weijun, to visit Shanghai and study, and a few came to visit relatives and friends.

Their occupations were equally varied; some were steel mill workers, some were cotton mill textile workers, newspaper reporters, garrison soldiers, and even craftsmen such as shoemakers and leatherworkers.

Although their occupations were different, in this sleepy afternoon, most people would just chat for a few words and then fall asleep on their elbows.

Only when passing by a station along the way will the conductor come over and shout, reminding everyone to get off the bus or go to the toilet.

Everyone will then wake up leisurely, rub their eyes and go about their own business.

The interior of the car was cramped and stuffy. After Li Weijun safely and gently placed Jiang Xifeng against the window, he took the opportunity to get some fresh air and buy some cold drinks before getting off the train.

But I unexpectedly noticed that at the intersection of the two carriages, a panicked man was lighting a cigarette with trembling hands and feet, looking into the carriage as he lit it.

Perhaps it was because he was too nervous, his hands had no strength left when he was striking the matches. After several failures, he couldn't even hold the matchbox, and the matches of different sizes were scattered all over the floor.

This unnatural expression and movement caused the two burly men next to him to curse at him.

When he saw some passengers getting off the bus to buy snacks, he lowered his voice, helped pick up the matches, and said nothing more.

"There's something fishy going on with these people!"

Li Weijun bought two bottles of iced Arctic Ocean from the peddler. After drinking one can, he glanced at these people.

I had a bold guess in my mind that the public security situation these days is far worse than I could have imagined.

There is no surveillance and the quality of education is poor, so robbery, murder and arson are common along the way.

Every long-distance truck driver must carry a long gun on his seat to resist robbers.

If he encountered any criminals who dared to block the road on the road, he would just raise his hand and shoot them down, without even having to get out of the car.

Not to mention trains, which are a highly mobile means of transportation that pass through many complex areas along the way.

If a group of evil people really took advantage of the gap to climb onto the train, do their evil deeds, and then jump off the train and escape.

It's hard to identify people when you are not familiar with the place.

As if they noticed Li Weijun's gaze, the few people who were gathered together talking glanced at him fiercely, with a warning and a threat.

Li Weijun was unafraid. He knew a little bit of fancy moves. Although he was not a master, his martial arts skills were more than enough to deal with five or six people.

Besides, there was a Hanyang-made rifle and several homemade grenades in his personal space, which Ma Xuewu had forced on him for self-defense in the Cantou Village.

It would be embarrassing if I were to be intimidated by these bastards.

He took out the removed bayonet from the space, hid it in his sleeve, and was just about to go forward to find out some information.

But I saw the conductor shouting that the door was about to be closed, and the passengers who got off the bus quickly came back to check their tickets.

There was no other way, Li Weijun could only give up in disappointment.

After checking the tickets, he returned to his seat, handed the Arctic Ocean to Jiang Xifeng, and whispered, "Don't sleep so soundly later. Pay attention to the window. I feel like something's going to happen..."

Jiang Xifeng didn't take it seriously. She asked Li Weijun for some more pancakes, then burped after eating her fill.

"It's not as mysterious as you say. You knew when we bought the tickets that we would only issue tickets if we had a letter of introduction. How could a bad guy get in?"

Li Weijun couldn't help feeling a bit troubled by the girl's carelessness.

Of course there is no problem for those who have tickets. The key point is, who says you have to buy a ticket to get on the bus?

There are many examples of people getting on the bus first and buying the ticket later, or getting on the bus without buying the ticket, or buying the ticket and then getting on the bus and then tearing up the ticket...

People are still too naive.