Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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As soon as the train from Pingjiang to Beijing stopped, Ma Lihua began to issue an order: "Old man, you can clean up quickly and buy grilled fish when there are fewer people. Remember to pick fish with fat on the waist and pay attention to the head and tail. Don't ask for the burnt. Don't use food stamps and meat stamps, don't let people pit them."

The man lying in the soft sleeper closed his book, sat up, and complained, "What other grilled fish did you buy? Didn't you bring a bag to eat?"

"A pocket is full of fruit, even the canned food is fruit. The chicken should be kept for dinner. Besides, isn't Nanhu's grilled fish very famous? What's wrong with Xiaoman, isn't it?" Ma Lihua said, Looking at the platform.

This express train has two soft sleepers and four hard sleepers. It is one of the best trains from Hedong Province to Beijing. It took a lot of energy for the literati to buy three seats in the same soft sleeping box, and one of them is still vacant.

Ma Lihua hopes to enjoy the entire box, but it is impossible to pay for the remaining one, so she can only hope that this person will come up later, and it is best to get in the car at night and leave after sleeping overnight.

From her point of view, there are only a few people in the queue to get on the train. Ma Lihua saw the end of the line from the head of the line, and she didn't know if anyone would come to her box.

And a little bit ahead of the platform, beyond the hard sleeper, is a crowded hard-seat carriage.

In the 83's trains also used steam locomotives, which would emit strong black smoke when traveling. In order not to blow into the passenger compartments, the carriages behind the heads were successively chartered carriages, postal carriages, hard seat carriages, hard sleeper carriages and soft sleeper carriages. .

Unseat tickets are also sold in hard-seat cars. When they are in short supply, the cars will be more full than the commuting bus. The conductor had to get off the train every time they stopped and observe to see if the springs of the carriage were compressed.

As for when it will be tight, it is of course not only during the Spring Festival and student holidays. In fact, trains in the 1980s were always tense. In hard-seat cars, passengers who are eager to board the car have no time to get on the car from the door and have to climb in from the various lathes.

The passengers in the carriage felt the same, and they were all very helpful, always pulling or supporting the passengers below.

The soft sleeper where Ma Lihua is located and the hard sleeper in front are much easier, especially the soft sleeper. Every four beds, that is, two high and low beds form a box, and the sanitation inside is also quite clean, except that the speed of the car is slow. Some, a bit noisy when driving, there is nothing to complain about.

The longer the train stops, there are also some benefits, such as getting off the train and rest, and shopping.

The man in the upper berth changed his clothes and got off the train, and returned after buying grilled fish. The train was still not complete, and he parked firmly in the lane, with no intention of moving at all.

"Just grilled, I bought two." The man put two oily grilled yellow croakers on the small table. Then pour water into two special ceramic cups for soft sleepers made in Jingdezhen and push them to the daughter and wife.

"Just buy one, what do you buy two for?" Ma Lihua complained.

"One for Xiaoman and one for you." The man said he was going to the upper bunk.

Ma Lihua smiled a little, pulled the man back, and said: "Eat together, I can't finish it alone."

"I often eat it, no need, you two can eat it." The man pushed and sat down and took the book on the upper bunk down to look at it.

Ma Lihua smiled and pulled her daughter Xiaoman over, and the two shared a grilled fish.

The hot grilled fish is delicious, Xiaoman’s mouth is full of oil, his round face is constantly deformed because of chewing, and his dark eyes are still looking around smartly.

For a 13-year-old girl, it is very interesting to take a train for the first time, and to sit in a soft sleeping box.

"Boom."

The box door knocked twice and was immediately opened.

A young man dragged a trolley box, appeared outside the door, looked inside, and smiled: "I am in a box with you."

"Oh, brother, you're the lower berth here, right." The man looked at the ticket in Yang Rui's hand and handed out the position in a friendly manner.

Ma Lihua was actually not very happy. The three of them happily stayed in a single box, how comfortable it was, and one stranger was too uncomfortable.

However, she also smiled and said nothing. When people buy tickets and ride cars, they are also eligible to oppose it. On the other hand, those who can sit in the soft sleeper are not ordinary people. According to the rules, senior officials like her Lao Wen can only sit in the hard sleeper. They can't sit in the soft sleeper. They also bought it after several levels of relationships. Three tickets.

The young man in front of him wanted to come and bought the soft sleeper ticket. Ma Lihua knew how difficult it was to buy a ticket, so she naturally took a high look at the other party.

Wen Xiaoman hurriedly put the fish in his mouth back to its original position, then covered his mouth with his hand, trying hard to swallow the hard and tough fish.

The image of gluttony is best not to be seen by handsome guys.

This is the simple thinking of a 13-year-old girl.

Yang Rui put the trolley case away, put it under the bed, took off the backpack on his back, and started to pack things.

His current attire is actually no different from when he was in college in later generations. He is still in sportswear, still a bag and a box.

However, Yang Rui's equipment is far more advanced than the migrant workers who used sacks to pack things at this time.

Ma Lihua's gaze also moved with Yang Rui's movements.

She knows trolley suitcases. They are sold in major shopping malls in Beijing, ranging from thirty to four hundred yuan. There are also trolley suitcases specially sold to foreigners in the embassy area. The price is often as high as several hundred yuan. Ma Lihua wanted to buy the foreign exchange certificates before, but she was not willing to buy it. This time she went out with large bags and small bags.

Under Ma Lihua’s gaze, Yang Rui took out the thermos cup, filled it with water, took out two more books, and put them on the bedside. Then, he took out the newly bought camera and installed the lens skillfully. Took a picture.

Yang Rui prepared to take photos of all the train stations he passed by as a souvenir.

However, this action made him surprised and broke the family members in the carriage. Today's cameras are all film cameras. One film takes 22 or 23 shots, and then you have to change the film, and each roll of film is expensive.

Taking a photo without including yourself and your family in this way is very extravagant except for professional photographers.

The literary man looked at the camera in Yang Rui's hand curiously, and asked: "Your camera model is Hongqi 20, right?"

"Yes, do you know?" Yang Rui was also surprised. Although it is a domestic camera, the output of the Red Flag 20 is very small and fewer people know.

The man nodded vigorously, put down the book and said, "Know, why don't you know. We also have one in our company, like a baby. I heard that hundreds of units have been produced all over the country. Where did you buy it? Yes, forget it. Introduce myself, my name is Wensi, civilized text, thinking thinking. I work in Beijing Daily and my home is Pingjiang."

At this time, people don't care much about privacy issues. It's common to exchange names and work units on the train.

Yang Rui hesitated for a moment and said, "Just call me Yang Rui. I went to Beijing to study."

"the University?"

"Correct."

"Which school?" Vance asked constantly.

Yang Rui said helplessly: "Peking University."

"Ah...Wen Xiaoman, who is pretending to be a lady, let out a depressed cry, looking at Yang Rui with almost worshipful eyes.

Ma Lihua's expression is also much more harmonious in an instant. College students in this era have been given good words such as civilization, knowledge, progress, politeness, and so on. Even college students who fail to meet this requirement are actually changing subtly under the requirements of society.

In the same compartment, college students are much better travel companions than buyers.

"There are still more than ten days to register for college, why are you going to school so early?" Ma Lihua asked actively.

"I want to go to school first." Yang Rui is thinking about going to school in advance and rebuilding the laboratory.

"Are there any relatives in Beijing? It's best to live with relatives and friends. The hostel outside is very expensive and unsafe. Now the school does not allow students to live on campus in advance?" Ma Lihua said very concerned.

"I don't know the details yet, I am going to report to school after school starts."

"That's fine." Vance took the topic and chatted a few words about the school with interest, then the topic slowly turned to the camera.

The Hongqi 20 camera is the pinnacle of domestic cameras, and it can also be said to be the last brilliance. It is imitated from Leica M3, and has absorbed part of the design concept of Leica M4. It is extremely well-made, mechanical performance is comparable to Leica, but its styling feel is even better. It is a top 135 camera made in China, and it is also a domestic and foreign camera collection. Darling. By the early 1990s, the price of the Hongqi 20 camera had reached US$5,000. Thirty years later, it could sell for a high price of US$15,000. It was one of the few cameras that was more expensive than the prototype.

Of course, the Red Flag 20 is also very expensive. The domestic price of a set of one machine and three mirrors is more than 2,000 yuan. Because the output is extremely low, it is only allocated to high-level news organizations such as Xinhua News Agency, and it is as high as 3,000 yuan at the Hong Kong exhibition. The price of more Hong Kong dollars is enough to ruin ordinary Chinese people.

Yang Rui only bought a Red Flag 20 for archaeological purposes as well as for collection purposes. After a try, it really felt superior to the hand. In addition to the weight, it was better than the one he had come into contact with in later generations. Most cameras are good, so I used them to take pictures.

Vance was out of professional habit. He was curious about Yang Rui as well as the camera, so he couldn't help but keep asking.

"Boom."

This time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was knocked on the car window.

When Yang Rui turned his head, he was surprised to see the trio of Yao Yue, Yao Le and Yao Mu.

"We were late. We didn't find you in the waiting hall, so we came in." Yao Yue whispered.

"Are you here to send me?"

"Or else? I won't go to Beijing until next week. Why are you leaving so early?" Yao Le grabbed the conversation, speaking extremely fast.

Yang Rui had to explain it again and thanked him at the same time.

Yao Yue shook his head repeatedly and said, "It is us who want to say thank you. You must pay attention to your health when you arrive in Beijing..."

She babbled a lot of things, some repetitions, and she didn't even notice.

"Didi——"

When the whistle sounded, Yao Yuecai hurriedly ended his instructions. He took the wooden box from Yao’s mother and handed it to Yang Rui, saying: “This is the cooked food we made for you, so you can eat it on the road... Well, it’s to thank you for your help. Yao Le reported volunteers."

"You did it?" Yang Rui accepted it without declining.

Yao Yue said swiftly: "Some of them were made by me, and some were made by them for me."

Yao Le kept waving his hands, brushing up on his presence.

Mother Yao also smiled and waved, and said, "Good journey."

"Thank you...thank you." Yang Rui waved to them clumsily. The situation in front of him really surprised him.

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