Siheyuan: Starting from a Truck Driver

Cheng Bojing laughed and handed the dispatch form to Li Xiaodong: "Of course we provide meals! You travel long distances to deliver goods. If we don't provide meals, you won't know how to arrange us when you return to Beijing. Our factory operates 24 hours a day, and the canteen provides meals at any time."

"I still have work to arrange, so I won't accompany you."

"Lao Wang, please take the two drivers to the cafeteria for dinner."

...

The large cafeteria is a building with brick columns, adobe walls and tiled roof. It is about the same size as the small auditorium in a steel rolling mill.

The east side of the cafeteria is about one meter higher and serves as a rostrum for meetings. There are stairs on both sides for people to go up and down, and it may also be used for meetings during normal times.

The fat chef cooked the big pot dish a little casually, with only salt and chili pepper as seasonings, but the portion was enough!

Big fish stewed in an iron pot!

"Drivers, you are so lucky. In the afternoon, Deputy Captain Zhang led the second shift to test the artillery and caught hundreds of kilograms of fish from the river." said the fat chef.

Hey, using a cannon to catch fish, the colleagues at the Third Line Factory really know how to do it.

Li Xiaodong picked up a piece of fish and his eyes narrowed instantly.

The fish meat is firm and delicious, much better than farmed fish.

At this moment, Li Xiaodong was already starving and wolfed down a large bowl of rice.

Lighting a cigarette, he stared blankly at the slogan on the wall that read "Military Merit Production Quality First".

Niu Meng turned on the "eater" mode.

"Uncle, can you give me another bowl of rice?"

"Uncle, another bowl of rice, please."

...

"Uncle, I want rice!"

Sweat oozed from the fat chef's forehead. He leaned close to Deputy Director Wang's ear and whispered, "Go back and tell Director Cheng not to let this female driver deliver goods next time. This is not delivery at all, she is simply trying to bankrupt our factory."

...

It was already late at night after dinner, and it was dangerous to walk on the mountain road, so Li Xiaodong decided to spend the night in the factory.

Deputy Director Wang went to arrange accommodation, and the fat chef came over with an enamel teacup to chat with Li Xiaodong.

Since the Third Line Factory involves confidentiality and implements military management regulations, you need to ask for leave when going out.

Besides, the nearest town is more than a hundred miles away, and the workers usually have no chance to go out.

Now when I meet such a long-distance driver, I am naturally willing to hear new things.

Li Xiaodong is a sociable person.

When he started bragging, what he said was simply fantastic and driver Li was stunned.

Driver Li is a native Sichuanese with first-class cooking skills, so he naturally does not want to be outdone.

"Master Li, let me tell you, even the cooks in the barracks praised the boiled fish I made."

"Hey, speaking of boiled fish, I have an idea."

"What do you think."

“If we use the hottest peppers in the world, will the taste be even better?”

The fat cook's eyes immediately widened like light bulbs: "Isn't our Sichuan pepper spicy enough?"

Li Xiaodong shook his head: "Compared to the ghost peppers from India, Sichuan peppers are much more ordinary!"

The fat cook retorted, "You are going off topic. How can we get Indian ghost peppers?"

Li Xiaodong said confidently: "The spicy shabu-shabu in Yunnan is not inferior, and is even close to the ghost pepper."

The fat cook exclaimed: "Hey, you are a very knowledgeable driver. I remember that the team leader of the fifth workshop is from Yunnan. When he comes back from visiting his relatives, ask him to bring some over."

At this time, two little girls with pigtails pushed open the door and walked in.

They shouted to the fat cook, "Grandpa, Mom wants you to go home and stop telling stories."

"Ying'er, Jie'er, wait a minute, Daddy will be back soon, tell mom." The fat cook waved his hand.

Although the two little girls were worried, they did not dare to pull hard and could only watch.

Li Xiaodong advised: "Laopang, go home and don't keep the children waiting for too long."

The fat cook showed an awkward expression: "How would you know? I finally got transferred to the night shift just for..."

Before he could finish his words, he caught a glimpse of his wife eavesdropping behind the crack in the door and stopped talking.

He turned to the two girls and said, "Tell your mother that I will go back after I finish this bowl of wine."

The little girls were relieved and skipped out of the door, the three mother and daughters left hand in hand.

The fat cook sighed deeply, stood up, took out a jar of wine from behind the stove, picked up an enamel bowl, and poured a bowl.

Noticing Li Xiaodong's gaze, he smiled and said, "Young man, how about a bowl?"

"Wine? No thanks." Li Xiaodong waved his hand to decline. He had to drive tomorrow, so it would be better not to drink.

"This is no ordinary wine, come and take a look." The fat chef moved the jar of wine to the table. Li Xiaodong took a closer look and couldn't help but gasp.

Oh my god, it's a big piece, and it's covered with barbs on the top.

Seeing Li Donglai's surprised look, the fat cook smiled proudly: "This is a tiger whip! How is it? Have you ever seen it?"

Li Xiaodong pursed his lips. This fat guy really knows how to torture people by using this kind of stuff to make wine.

"Bah, disgusting!" When Niu Meng saw that thing, his little face instantly turned red and he turned around and ran to look at the moon.

"The little girl doesn't understand the beauty of it. In a few years, I'm afraid she will be begging her man to drink it!" The fat cook tilted his head back and drank the wine in the bowl clean. He wiped the corner of his mouth and said loudly, "Refreshing!"

His spirits seemed to be instantly boosted, and his eyes flashed red.

Li Xiaodong gasped again.

This thing, is it more powerful than those blue mysterious things?

After drinking, the fat cook started talking. "I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but all the children in my family were born thanks to this thing."

"...Then you are really incompetent." Li Xiaodong joked.

"...I'm incompetent?" The fat cook slammed the table suddenly and said, "I dare say that in Factory 9621, I have the most children."

As he spoke, he counted on his fingers: "Zhao Di, Jin Di, Laidi, Ying Di, Jie Di, Yin Di, Dai Di, well, there are seven in total now, and I'm only thirty-five."

Li Xiaodong: "Seven golden flowers..."

Fat Chef: “…”

He sighed deeply and said, "If I had another little brother, I wouldn't have to drink anymore!"

Li Xiaodong stared at the jar of wine and fell into deep thought.

The fat chef has a child almost every year. Is it really the effect of this wine?

If I could get it, wouldn't it be possible to realize my dream of forming a football team?

Moreover, even if it is ineffective, tiger penis wine is a great tonic and is rare to find.

After weighing the pros and cons, Li Xiaodong asked, "Brother, are you selling your wine?"

The fat cook had already walked to the door, but when he heard this he turned back.

Raising seven children is no small feat.

Although the treatment in the third-line factories is good and raising children basically costs no money, who would complain about having too much money?

"Sell it. This is real tiger penis wine, brewed with fresh tiger penis. I'll sell it to you for thirty yuan. It's not too expensive, right?"

When it comes to money, the originally simple fat cook instantly becomes like a small businessman, his little eyes rolling around and his little fat hands rubbing constantly.

Li Xiaodong waved his hand: "Wait a minute, you are talking about fresh ones, you didn't go up the mountain and catch them yourself, did you?"

Is it illegal to hunt tigers in this day and age?

He looked the fat cook up and down. His big belly had pushed open the buttons of his black cotton jacket, revealing a piece of snow-white fat.

This guy obviously doesn't look like someone who can carry a gun and go up the mountain to fight tigers.

"Oh, to be honest, half a year ago, when Deputy Captain Liu and his men were testing artillery, they accidentally exploded." In order to facilitate the deal, the fat chef no longer concealed the truth.

Li Xiaodong swallowed hard, oh my god, another test shot.

"If you sell me the wine, what will happen to your plan of having a son?"

The fat cook turned around and took out another jar of wine from under the stove.

Li Xiaodong blew away the dust on it, opened the lid, and inside was another tiger whip.

This lump is obviously larger than the previous one.

"This is?"

"Oh, to be honest, half a year ago, when Vice Captain Wang was leading the team to test the artillery, it accidentally exploded."

Li Xiaodong: “…”

Finally, considering the simple origin of the fat chef's tiger penis, the newly opened jar of tiger penis wine was sold at a high price of twenty-five yuan.

The First Evolution

The fat cook took the money and went back to pay the public funds with great anticipation.

Li Xiaodong looked at the tiger whip wine on the table and felt a little shaken.

Do you want to verify the effect?

Then he slapped his forehead heavily.

What are you thinking!

Even if it really works, there is no one to test it on!

Okay, let’s put it in the space warehouse first.

The wine jar was put into the space warehouse, and Li Xiaodong tidied his clothes and prepared to go out.

Outside the door, Niu Meng was sitting on the steps looking up at the stars.

"Master, will you really buy that disgusting thing?" She couldn't hear clearly outside the door, and the voice sounded a little far away.

"Don't you know me yet? I am an upright person. Besides, with Master's strong body, do I need those unorthodox methods?"

Li Xiaodong slowly raised his feet and stepped into the cold air.

The righteousness on his face...

With arms crossed behind the back...

The figure of a cotton coat swaying in the wind...

Everything declares that he, Li Xiaodong, has completely bid farewell to vulgar pleasures!

Behind him, Niu Meng's clear voice rang out: "Master, you've taken the wrong road. The guesthouse is over there."

"Uh……"

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In the living area of ​​Factory 9621, the guesthouse is located on the other side of a small ravine, away from the compound.

More than a dozen dormitory buildings are built against the mountain, and the red brick houses are only five stories high.

There is an adobe wall below, made of rammed earth, apparently to prevent moisture.

Although the guesthouse is simple, it is still clean.

There were two people in a room. The waiter brought a tin kettle and an enamel washbasin, and helped to light the charcoal fire.

In an instant, the house was filled with warmth.

"Comrade, please remember not to close the door at night."

"why?"

"If you are poisoned, we can rescue you in time."

"..."

Li Xiaodong stared at the flickering charcoal fire, fell into deep thought, then turned around and opened the window.

The cold wind penetrated through the cracks, bringing coolness.

It’s okay if it’s cold, at least it’s safe!

After a busy day, Li Xiaodong was already sleepy and his eyelids were heavy.

He lay heavily on the bed, his body forming the shape of the Chinese character "tired".

A dreamless night.

In the early morning, the noisy sound of the loudspeaker woke him up: "Our team is facing the sun, standing on the land of the motherland, shouldering the hope of the motherland... Forward, forward..."

On winter mornings, the warmth of the bed blends with the temperature of the human body, creating a feeling of comfort that you don't want to leave.

Just as I wanted to lie down for a while, there was a hurried knock on the door.

"Master, Master, it's time for us to go out and make money!"

Yes, the apprentice is right, making money is the key.

Li Xiaodong stood up yawning, and after washing up, he and Niu Meng walked towards the parking lot.

The early morning at the arsenal was not peaceful. The sky was filled with thick smoke and the roar of hammering steel frames echoed everywhere.

What surprised him was that there were bullet casings everywhere.

After taking only a few steps, Li Xiaodong stepped on a bullet casing.

The shell flew very far and made a crisp sound when it landed.

After starting the truck, Li Xiaodong suddenly heard the roar of heavy artillery in the distance.

The sound of artillery fire continued, each time more violent than the last. From afar, thick black smoke rose from the mountains.

This may be a platoon leader testing his artillery, hoping to kill a few wild boars.

...

The truck started, the steering wheel was turned, and after being checked again by the sentry, it left the arsenal.

Niu Meng spread the national highway map on the driving platform, as if he had become an artificial intelligence navigation: "Master, look, please turn left at the small road on the left, then turn right, and then turn left again, and we will reach Zhangjia City."

The Gill can reach a speed of 65 kilometers per hour when unladen.