The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

Chapter 137

Fortunately, it was noon, and there were not many pedestrians on Jingcheng Road.

Amidst Yan Bugui's fear, the jeep rushed straight and stopped at the entrance of a narrow alley.

"Donglai, where is this?" Yan Bugui felt like he was about to pee.

"Sit here and don't move, I'll shake people."

Under Yan Bugui's suspicious gaze, Li Donglai walked into the depths of the alley.

More than ten minutes later, when it reappeared, it was followed by a dozen strong young men.

The lads were wearing light gray shirts, and each of them was holding a half-cut brick in their hands. Coupled with their short hair, they gave off a strong sense of oppression, and they looked like they were not to be trifled with.

Is this the reinforcements?Now those guys at the black waste purchase point will suffer.

I can get my bike back too! !

Not long after Yan Bugui was happy, he realized a big problem.

With so many people, can you sit down?

While worrying, the side door was pulled open.

A young man with a scar on his face stared and said, "Grandpa, squeeze in a little bit."

Yan Bugui moved his butt.

"Squeeze a little more."

Moved again.

"It's still a little bit close to closing the door, squeeze a little more."

Yan Bugui moved again, and just as he felt a stick being poked under his buttocks, Li Donglai's roar sounded in his ears: "Third Master, don't sit on the pole!"

Yan Bugui: "..."

At this time, the back seat has already started to pile up Arhats.

Five or six young men huddled together, and the trunk was also full of people.

The compartment door is not lit.Two boys' feet were still sticking out.

They were cool, but Li Donglai wanted to cry but had no tears.

If this is in later generations, the underpants must be confiscated.

When Li Donglai saw so many people in the compound just now, he was immediately taken aback.

There are only five people on the other side. It is estimated that he and the second son can handle them all.

I wanted to be tactful, but was blocked by Wang Wuye, "Let these boys get familiar with the working environment first."

Well, this old man is also impatient, so Li Donglai had no choice but to accept it.

The jeep shook violently and was packed to the brim.

Li Donglai looked around and always felt that the jeep was stretched too big.

"Brother Donglai, it's alright, let's go." The young man with his legs stretched out waved his hand.

Pouting his buttocks, shaking violently, starting the car, Li Donglai carefully turned the steering wheel.

I'm afraid the jeep fell headlong into the ditch next to it.

Just kidding, it looks like a can of sardines.

Once an accident occurs, no one can escape except for the two young men in the back seat.

Although it is not easy to drive a jeep in this era, Li Donglai, as a veteran driver who got a perfect score of three in the C1 driving test, can still get used to it very quickly.

The jeep can drive in a straight line, and the pedestrians on the side of the road don't have to go far, just jump onto the curb.

Of course, the speed cannot be raised.

When the accelerator is pressed to the bottom, it only has a speed of thirty yards.

Slow down and be safe. What makes Li Donglai feel unbearable is that every time he shifts gears, he has to dig it out of Yan Pugui's legs.

If you accidentally touch a pencil end, Yan Bugui will let out a happy scream.

Li Donglai no longer shifts gears himself, but directs Yan Bugui to use Yan Pugui as a human flesh shifting machine.

"Third master, first gear!"

"Roger that!"

"Second gear, quick, get into second gear!"

"understand!"

. . .

Yan Bugui spread his legs apart, sat on the gear shifter, and had a great time holding the gear lever.

Li Donglai looked at him in the rearview mirror, his face flushed, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

When I get back to the rolling mill, I must remember to remind Zhou Dao to clean the Jeep thoroughly, especially the gear lever. ． ．

In this era, the outskirts of the capital were desolate, with low-rise houses everywhere, and large white slogans painted on the yellow mud walls.

There are busy members of the commune in the fields, and donkey carts pulling goods can be seen from time to time on the road.

Every time he passed the donkey cart, Li Donglai would lightly brake to slow down the jeep.

Otherwise, the roar of the jeep would probably startle the donkeys.

It took more than an hour for a short distance of more than ten kilometers.

According to Yan Bugui's guidance, the jeep wobbled into narrow dirt roads.

There is a small yard at the end of the dirt road.

The yard is built with old bricks, and there is a crooked earthen embryo house in the middle.

The yard is full of cardboard, wine bottles, broken copper and iron.

Four or five rags waiting to sell scraps squatted in the yard chatting, waiting for the Qingpis in the black purchase point to open the door.

There is no way, the price of waste here is [-]% higher than that of the state-run purchase point.

Inside the house, four or five Qingpis were drinking wine and eating roast duck bought from Quanjude.

A sip of oily roast duck and a sip of strong wine are delicious.

A young man who looked like a younger brother said: "Brother Hou, I don't think we need to collect waste products anymore, and we can just grab the junk. Anyway, they dare not call the police."

A man who looked like a big brother said: "San'er, you kid's thinking is very dangerous. You know that when I ran from home to the capital to hang out, I went from not even having pants to being able to afford such a big purchasing station. What is it?"

When the two young men next to him heard that the eldest brother started to impart his successful experiences, they both put down their wine bottles and asked in unison: "Brother Hou, what is it, tell us quickly."

Hou Ge stood up, with a solemn expression, exuding the unique aura of the unrivaled hero, waving his big hand, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go to the wrong side, and don't do anything wrong. If we can eat meat, don't delay others from drinking soup." .”

"Chicks don't pee, each has its own way, without those rags, relying on our brothers, where can we collect so many waste products?"

All the brothers nodded in praise: "Big brother is wise!"

. . .

At this time, the jeep stopped firmly outside the purchase point.

Li Donglai honked the horn twice, and the clear siren sound woke up the people inside.

San'er went to the window to take a look, then quickly turned around and reported: "Brother Hou, something happened, a jeep came outside, it looks like it's looking for trouble."

Brother Hou put down the wine bottle, and said flatly, "Why panic, this is our territory, and we are afraid that a jeep will fail."

With that said, he asked the brothers to bring their guys and prepare for the battle.

And he took an iron rod, pushed open the door and walked out.

"What's the noise, are you looking for death?"

Those rags waiting to sell their scraps also gathered around to watch the fun.

When Li Donglai saw that the master had come out, he squeezed out of the jeep with difficulty, followed by Yan Bugui.

"Dong Lai, this kid stole my bicycle!" Yan Bugui's eyes turned red.

Seeing Yan Bugui, San'er's eyes lit up: "Oh, we stole your scrap aluminum, and you're looking for someone to take revenge!"

"Snapped!"

Brother Hou slapped him on the head: "Idiot!"

San'er covered his head and squatted aside, with a pitiful look, he muttered in a low voice: "Of course it is, why can't I say it?"

Brother Hou stretched out his right hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows. He could have denied it, but now he can only force it.

He strode over and poked the iron rod hard on the ground, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "You two, this is my Hou San's territory, wait a minute, the knife and stick have no eyes, and accidentally broke an arm and a leg, but Don't say that we bully you too much."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the three brothers behind him surrounded him.

Clasped fists with both hands, fiddled with the joints, and made a "pop" sound.

Li Donglai turned around and knocked on the car door, and shouted inside: "Everyone come down, he said he wants to surround and beat us."

"Siege?"

"Hahaha!"

"Are you kidding me?"

. . .

A young man carrying a brick came out of the left car door.

Two young men carrying bricks came out from the right door.

Three young men carrying bricks jumped out of the trunk.

. . .

Soon, Brother Hou's face was dark enough to drip ink.