I Had a Home In 1982 Chapter 41

   Chapter 41

  Wang Yi boarded the passenger ship with a pocket of money.

   This time, it's Sea Hero II.

  Compared with the passenger and cargo transportation of Hero 6 at Sea, Hero 2 is a special passenger ship. It travels on a single number every month, and everyone who buys a ticket to board the ship has a seat.

  Wang Yi sat down and tightly covered his pockets.

  In 1982, the law and order was very poor. The thieves on the passenger ship were no less than the rats in the warehouse of the brigade. This is what Liu Hongmei told him: she went to the city to visit relatives this year, but after boarding the ship, all four pockets were taken out!

   Not even a rag to wipe your nose!

   Now his pockets are full of money, in parts and pieces, totaling four hundred and fifty-five yuan and eighty-six cents.

   Among them, 400 yuan was borrowed by Wang Xiangxiong from the apprentice's family, 50 yuan was borrowed by Wang Dongxi from his uncle in the village, and 5 yuan and 8.6 cents were collected from the group.

All    is used to buy food, they hope Wang Yi can buy as much food as possible.

   Wang Yi's attention was all on his pocket.

   At this time, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

   He didn't look back.

  Because he has a wealth of social experience from 22 years, he guessed that this is a trick that thieves want to play!

   However, a familiar voice sounded behind him: "Hey, Comrade Wang, it's you! I recognized you, why don't you look back?"

   Wang Yi turned his head in surprise.

   is Zhang Youxin from the Post and Telecommunications Bureau!

   Zhang Youxin was still wearing green uniforms, with a bright smile on his face. Wang Yi turned his head and cursed abruptly:

   "Fuck off! You're a motherfucker, you still deserve a beating when you board the boat without your eyes?"

   This scolding was abrupt and cruel, and saliva sprayed onto Wang Yi's face.

  Wang Yi hurriedly turned his head, and a simple and honest man stepped back with a smirk.

   He knew what was going on without explaining it.

   Sure enough, he was targeted by the thief!

   Zhang Youxin stopped the thief and whispered to Wang Yi: "Comrade Wang, you are so bold, you dare to get on the boat with your pockets full? Are you not afraid of thieves?"

  Wang Yi said helplessly: "I didn't expect the thieves on the boat to be so rampant, why did the public security comrades ignore it?"

   Zhang Youxin smiled ambiguous and did not answer.

   He said: "You sit with me, I dare not touch you with these three hands."

  Wang Yi is as good as he is, and immediately changed his seat to sit next to him: "Brother Youxin, do you know the thief on the boat?"

Zhang Youxin said: "I can't recognize it completely, because there are too many, and they are now forming gangs, saying that they are practicing rotations like learning from the war in the southern border. Each gang and each faction will change their sites every once in a while. Don't talk about me, it's just Our police comrades can't recognize it either."

   Wang Yi was speechless.

   This **** crime is organized and premeditated.

   Zhang Youxin continued: "But they know me, or the uniform I wear. Believe it or not, the most deterrent to the three hands on our shipping line is not the public security but our post and telecommunications bureau!"

  Wang Yi said: "I definitely believe it, because if you have Brother Xin, your name is called 'Believe in Words'."

Zhang Youxin laughed suddenly, he explained: "I'm not lying to you, the three hands on this route really dare not touch our post and telecommunications office, because our leader is a cadre who has changed his career from the coast guard. ."

   "When the time comes, our colleagues will change into casual clothes, stuff their pockets with newspapers or get a wallet full of newspapers, and if they dare to reach out with three hands, the coast guard will immediately grab them, grab them, hang them and beat them!"

   Wang Yi was in awe.

   Awesome!

   Zhang Youxin said a little helplessly: "There is nothing we can do. We shoulder the responsibility of transporting people's letters and property. If we don't frighten them, then our mailbag will be their small treasury!"

  Wang Yi said: "Understood, it makes sense."

   He asked again, "What about your mailbag, Brother Xin?"

   Zhang Youxin patted behind the seat confidently: "This is not this, this..."

   He looked back, and there was nothing behind him: "Yeah, where's my mailbag?!"

  Wang Yi is anxious.

   Wasn't it because Zhang Youxin was in the heat of chatting with him just now that people were touched, right? So he is also responsible.

   As a result, Zhang Youxin laughed: "You college students are so innocent. I'm going to visit relatives today, so why would I bring a mail bag? If I bring a mail bag, I will take the Hero 6, which is a special ship for our work!"

  Wang Yi smiled helplessly.

   I'm from 22 years, I have a lot of social experience, I have a fart...

   Zhang Youxin only brought an old-fashioned briefcase with a briefcase on it, with golden words on it: dedicated to the Post and Telecommunications Bureau of Haifu County, Wengzhou City.

   Many passengers around him were looking at his bag and his uniform with envy.

   As the so-called 'iron rice bowl, steel rice shovel, if you want to eat a few bowls, eat a few bowls, and eat a toilet and smoke rolls', in this era, the postman is the iron rice bowl.

   Zhang Youxin is also aware of this, so every now and then he will mention his purse or stretch his sleeves.

   is very showy.

   But when he was stretching his sleeves, Wang Yi noticed the red envelopes that were bitten by fleas, and asked, "Have you used up the ointment you exchanged with me last time?"

   Zhang Youxin whispered: "No, how can I use that thing myself? Hey, I changed it with you to send it to my relatives in the city this time."

   He opened the bag and showed Wang Yi the Ding Ding ointment.

The    ointment was beyond recognition, the words on it were all scraped off with a knife, and it became a white tube.

   Zhang Youxin explained: "My relative is an old revolutionary and hates little devils the most, so I scraped off all the words like worms crawling on it!"

  Wang Yi gave a thumbs up.

here you go!

   Now it is impossible for anyone to find the problem with the ointment.

  Zhang Youxin obviously misunderstood what he meant. He smiled and said, "Am I smart? The old man is most afraid of insect bites, so I use this ointment as a gift for him, which is definitely better than anything!"

   He put the ointment in it, and then Wang Yi inadvertently saw a big red booklet in his purse, very beautiful.

  The cover has a large national emblem pressed out by a machine, and below it is a row of gilded characters: Stamp of the People's Republic of China, 1981.

  Wang Yi asked, "What kind of booklet is this? It's beautiful."

   Zhang Youxin smiled smugly: "Pretty, right? Although you college student has a lot of knowledge, you must have never seen this thing. This, this is called a stamp yearbook."

   "It collects all the stamps issued in a certain year in one booklet. You see, it contains the background, content, and release time of the stamps."

   "This is called, with pictures and texts. It is a good treasure issued by our Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications. Most people can't buy it. I only bought such a book because of my close relationship with our leaders."

  Wang Yi has never seen this thing.

   But he estimates that the value of this thing is not small, this is a collection of stamps for a year!

   But how many kinds of stamps does the country have to issue a year, can this booklet collect them all?

   With this question, he asked.

Zhang Youxin opened the booklet and said, "You don't believe it? Look, there are so many stamps in it. At the beginning of each year, we make a yearbook of stamps for the previous year. This was last year, it was only published last month, and we only came to us at the beginning of this month. "

"I got a copy and I'm going to give it to my relatives as a gift along with the ointment. Hehe, my relatives will definitely like it. When he mentions my name in front of the big leaders, I'm not sure I can go up. !"

   Wang Yi's heart moved when he heard this.

   Zhang Youxin's relative is probably not an ordinary leader.

   In addition, this stamp yearbook is not an ordinary treasure. A monkey stamp in 1980 is worth tens of thousands, so the full set of yearbooks in 1981 must not be worth more?

   So he moved his mind and said, "Brother Youxin, I don't think you can impress your relatives with this gift."

   "Why? Because things are rare and precious, I am afraid that this stamp yearbook has a lot of circulation? Your relatives may like it, but it is impossible to treat it as a treasure."

   This makes sense, Zhang Youxin is a little frustrated: "I think so too, but I'll try it anyway, I tell you, the old revolutionaries' preferences are uncertain."

   Wang Yi said: "Brother Youxin, the old revolutionaries like cigarettes, and your relatives like to smoke."

   Zhang Youxin said: "Of course, but what's the use? His old subordinates give him cigarettes every year, and the people I can find must be tired of smoking."

  Wang Yi turned his wrist and lit an iron windproof lighter.

  The sea is cold and windy.

   He opened the lighter cover with a flick of his hand, and with a click, a blue-red flame 'chichi' rose up.

  The wind never blows!

   Zhang Youxin said on the spot, "My mother!"

   His eyes were straight, and he went straight to look.

  Wang Yi quickly put out the fire and said: "You are crazy, this is a lighter, be careful to burn you."

   Zhang Youxin's lips trembled. He stared blankly at the lighter and asked, "Is this a lighter? No, I know the lighter, but you have to slide the hot wheel to ignite. How can you blow this one out?"

   "And that's all it's a fire. Your fire is not afraid of the wind? The sea breeze is so strong, can it still blow?"

Wang Yi said: "You don't understand, right? This is called a windproof lighter. It can prevent wind. This is not a new thing. It should have been invented for a hundred years. If your relatives like smoking, he must know this kind of lighter. "

   "But he must have never seen a windproof lighter like mine."

   As he said, he flicked the lighter cap, there was a sound of 'click', and the flame burst out again 'chichi'.

  Wang Yi showed the flame and lighter to Zhang Youxin: "Look at the skin of my lighter, there is a pine tree on it, do you know what's the point?"

   Zhang Youxin stared blankly at Huo Miao and shook his head.

   Wang Yi said: "This is called Huangshan Longevity Pine!"

   Zhang Youxin nodded blankly.

  Wang Yi flicked off the lighter cap again, opened Zhang Youxin's hand and patted it in his palm: "You can use my lighter as a gift for your relatives, isn't it better than the stamp yearbook you get?"

   Touching the cold and smooth touch unique to the stainless steel of the lighter casing, listening to his words, Zhang Youxin was excited:

   "College student brother, what do you mean?"

Wang Yi said earnestly: "Brother Youxin, you just helped me block a thief and took care of me all the way. I have nothing else to express my gratitude to, so I will give you this graduation gift from my university tutor... "

   "This is not good, brother this is not good, this thing is precious." Zhang Youxin quickly pushed out.

  Wang Yi smiled and said, "Emotions are precious! I don't smoke, so it's useless to keep it."

   "And your relative is an old revolutionary. As a contemporary college student, I admire these old comrades very much. As the so-called sword is given to heroes, red makeup is matched with beauty, this lighter should belong to your relative!"

   Zhang Youxin said excitedly: "Brother college student, I don't know how to thank you, well, let's see how much money I have on me..."

   "Brother Xin, talking about money is vulgar." Wang Yi stopped him, "Otherwise, I have classmates who like to collect stamps, can you send me this precious stamp album? I'll give it to me..."

"That's too good." Zhang Youxin handed him the stamp album directly, and then showed an embarrassed expression, "Brother, I fooled you just now, this stamp album is not expensive, our colleagues in the post and telecommunications office have one copy for each, no money, give it to you. We do it as a memorial."

"So otherwise, your classmates like to collect stamps, I have some stamps for you here, and this, I have food stamps, meat stamps and sugar stamps, and I also give them to you, you will definitely use them in your team. !"

   He took out a stack of tickets from the pocket and handed it to Wang Yi.

   Now it's Wang Yi's turn to be embarrassed.

   Brother, do we want to play real?

   Brother, this lighter was bought for 60 yuan. Although it is a high-quality windproof lighter, it is too small compared to the value of your things!

   He had a hunch that compared to the last time he traded a tube of ointment for six monkey tickets, he would make more money this time around!

   (end of this chapter)

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