Chapter 161: Grandfather of the local tyrant

Yang Rui and the militia team walked into Xizhai Township in a mighty way.

Everyone sang a variety of majestic songs, attracting countless onlookers. If the uninformed were to watch, most of them would have thought that the villagers were in the middle of the road to welcome the victorious team, the team that had run out of bullets.

In fact, most people are just bored.

Xizhaizi Township, a purely agricultural township, is only a 200-meter-long street, and apart from the popularity of the supply and marketing cooperatives and the vegetable market, this almost sleepy township is like most Chinese towns, calm, lonely and boring......

If Nanhu City is the master, Xixian County is the unfavored concubine at the bottom of the ranking, Xibao Town is the girl who has not been lucky for several years, and as for Xizhai Township, it is more like a fire girl who will never enter the eyes of the master.

In May, when the Falklands War broke out between Britain and Argentina, it was still quiet as if nothing had happened, in June, when Israel launched a full-scale invasion of Lebanon and the Fifth Middle East War, it was still quiet as if nothing had happened, and in November, when the Fifth Session of the National People's Congress decided to resume the March of the Volunteers On December 1, when Li Tiedan's donkey day was the day of Wang Gou's remaining cow, it spread throughout the whole township in one day, and became a joke that people would tell when they met, until December 12, when Zhang's kidnapper was stolen.

The militia in Xizhaizi Township is almost a rare entertainment team in Xizhaizi Township.

And the news that Yang Rui had taken the provincial champion exam also spread unconsciously.

Before Yang Rui returned home with the Thomson submachine gun, the streets of Xizhaizi Township had become boiling.

Suddenly, a jet-black hand touched Yang Rui's head.

As if encouraged, the others frantically dispersed the militia, and then groped Yang Rui. is even more tough, opening the way all the way, protecting his son to touch Yang Rui.

Seeing this, Wei Lin grabbed Yang Rui, who was still in a daze, and ran, no matter whether the people behind knew it or not, they naturally chased after it.

After finally entering the township government, Yang Rui had time to take a breath, pack up the twisted clothes, and asked, "Why is this?"

"I heard that you are the provincial champion, so I am a little happy. Father Yang resisted a light machine gun and seemed to slowly and quickly drill into the iron gate of the township government.

The villagers who followed over looked at the guards who were waiting for the battle and the majestic national emblem, and suddenly felt bored, and withdrew without hesitation.

Yang Rui felt that he didn't know anything about this township, and Mu Ran asked: "I can understand the joy, do you need to touch it to death?"

"You just now, you and the steamed buns of Lao Sun's family at the corner of the street, do you say it's delicious? The more people in line, it's delicious, and some people grab it, what's the matter, you have to be touched twice by the people, do you still have an opinion?" Father Yang glared at the right time and ended the topic.

Yang Rui lowered his head, and couldn't help but ask: "Where did the provincial champion's statement come from? ”

"It has nothing to do with you, can't we find a chance to have fun?" Comrade Yang Feng took up the style of Yan's father, which was really helpless.

Wei Lin got along with Yang Rui for a few days, coughed, and said: "The news is estimated to have spread from the township, and it must have been said that it was the first in the preliminary examination. ”

Of course, the title of the first place in the provincial college entrance examination is easy to miss words in the text, not to mention word of mouth. For people who love the excitement rather than the reality, a loud name is important, and the truth or something is almost enough to patch up.

Yang Rui recognized it, but sighed, and said to Yang Feng: "I'm worried about your reputation, what kind of provincial champion do you say now, those who know can just laugh, and those who don't know are afraid that they will laugh at you." Isn't it very bad to be called the provincial champion or something? Moreover, the college entrance examination is next, and if I don't get a good score, there are not more people who joke about the two?"

The same thing he also said to Rui's mother, and he was sophisified.

Father Yang was obviously not good at sophistry, so he looked at Yang Rui and said, "I'm not afraid of being embarrassed." ”

Yang Ruiren prepared a thousand answers, but he was helpless about this.

The militiamen returned to the township government in twos and threes to assemble, and light and heavy weapons were neatly placed at the front of the queue. Yang Feng looked at it almost, so he asked Wei Lin to go to the front to form the team, and then shook his hand at Yang Rui, the only one who was not in the queue, and said, "You go home first and rest for a while, and then pick up your grandfather in the evening." ”

"Grandpa is coming?"

"Nonsense, who are you going to pick up?"

Yang Rui turned his head: "It's also because of the pre-exam?"

"Your test results are good, your grandfather is happier than me, saying that he brought you a bunch of things, you can find a flatbed truck to push it yourself." Yang Feng said this, his tone was much calmer. The son-in-law and the father-in-law always have different psychological games. Yang Feng, who prides himself on being a big boss, in terms of the spiritual world, is not related to his father-in-law, Yang Rui's academic performance suddenly improved, so that he was favored by his father-in-law, Yang Feng didn't say it, he was a little proud in his heart No matter what, it's all my species.

Yang Rui didn't want to stay in the iron gate and be watched as a monkey by the township government staff who came and went, so he said hello a few times and went to the backyard of the township government by himself.

This is the logistics office, not only board carts, but also donkey carts and horse-drawn carts, all of which are used to transport vegetables, rice, noodles and daily necessities to the township on weekdays, and if you convert them to 30 years later, they should be Santana Toyota and Audi.

The logistics office is for government workers, Yang Feng is the biggest leader in Xizhaizi Township, and Yang Rui wants to borrow a carriage, which is naturally a matter of hand.

He doesn't want to really push a cart to pick up people, that thing seems to be labor-saving, and when the road is bad, it is the one who can tire people to death.

Of course, what Yang Rui wanted most was a car that burned oil, but including the hitchhiker truck he took, it was not under the direct jurisdiction of the township, and the logistics office couldn't give it if he wanted to.

The carriage was usually accompanied by a groom, whose status was similar to that of the chariot driver of later generations, and he was also a young man who had retired from the army. At present, the domestic army is still mule and horse-based, and divisions, regiments, battalions, and companies all have military horses and stables, and there are special driver squads. The battalion-level commander has not yet seen a command vehicle, and it is equipped with horses and heralds; the regiment has a military horse station that specializes in treating military horses; the military region has a military horse department; the general rear department has a veterinary university; and the cavalry school and military horse farm are the key units of the whole army. It was not until the great disarmament of 85 years that mule and horse conversion progressed to motorization.

It was also after 85 years that young people who joined the army had the opportunity to learn the two gold medal skills of car driving and car repair. Before that, those who wanted to learn to drive either drove mules and horses, or had to come across cars by chance.

None of the huge military regions can eliminate mules and horses, let alone small township governments.

Yang Rui went home and rested for a while, and then staggered to the intersection with his mother to pick up people.

It didn't take long for me to see my grandfather, uncle and cousin, get off the ride, and unload the big bags and small bags.

"Dad. Rui's mother called affectionately, and she greeted her first.

Yang Rui greeted him a little awkwardly, and together with his cousin and groom, he loaded the things they had brought into the carriage.

Grandpa has a ruddy complexion and a good complexion, he has been retired for some years, but he is not like Yang Rui's grandfather Yang Shan who went to the dry rest house to recuperate, but stayed in the city and actively participated in various activities.

Because the children of the Duan family are well arranged, and most of them are in the state-owned enterprise system, the roots are coiled, and Yang Rui's grandfather's implicit voice has also been greatly enhanced.

This can be seen from the items being loaded, such as tinkling cans, rare milk powder and malt cream, large bags of white sugar, brown sugar and fruit sugar, ham sausages and oily sausages that have not yet been circulated in the market, and a whole little lamb that has been cleaned up.

The caravan, which could seat four people playing cards cross-legged, was immediately filled with all kinds of food.

Even Yang Rui, who has a net worth of 100,000 yuan, was stunned.

At this time, these things are really not something that can be bought with money. Not to mention the necessities such as bills, with the current tight supply, any commodity here has to ask one or two people to buy it, and if you want to buy so much, you have to ask one or two competent people to do it.

Not to mention, if cousin Duan Hang wants to take another step, taking half of anything here is enough to give a gift, take it all out, and maybe smash an official position.

What is a local tyrant?

In 82 years, it was not a local tyrant who had a pocket of money, but a local tyrant who could hold a carriage of food and daily necessities.

Yang Rui looked at the white lamb on the outermost part of the carriage and sighed deeply: I'm still too young.