DreamersGN Chapter 628 Encountering a Checkpoint
Chapter 628 Encountering a Checkpoint
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Lu Yao said, "Try it on and see."
Zuo Xiaoying took off her cotton-padded coat and put on a coat cover. It fit perfectly, the waist was just right, and it made her look instantly more energetic.
She looked down at herself, then looked up at Lu Yao, a blush spreading across her face.
The sales clerk nodded: "It looks great on her. She has fair skin, and this makes her complexion look better."
Lu Yao asked Zuo Xiaoying, "Do you like it?"
Zuo Xiaoying nodded, then quickly shook her head, and whispered:
"That's too expensive...it's five yuan and fifty cents..."
Lu Yao ignored her and said to the sales clerk:
"This one. And get me a pair of pants too."
The sales clerk looked Zuo Xiaoying up and down again:
What is the waist size of the pants?
Zuo Xiaoying shook her head again.
The last pair of cotton-padded trousers was made by Grandpa Zuo. Apart from that pair, she has never worn new trousers since she was a child.
The sales clerk took out a pair of blue cotton trousers from under the counter; the creases were neatly ironed.
"This one is about 1.8 feet long, that's about right. It's 200 pieces, you need cloth coupons too."
Zuo Xiaoying went to the back to change, and after walking a few steps, she found that the pants were the perfect length and the waist was neither too tight nor too loose.
Lu Yao glanced at it and nodded:
"Okay, these two will do. And get a scarf too."
Lu Yao noticed that Zuo Xiaoying's eyes lit up as she looked at a red scarf.
He picked it up and wrapped it around her neck once.
The bright red color, combined with the floral print jacket she had just changed into, made her look like a completely different person.
The saleswoman smiled: "Is this your boyfriend? You're such a sweetheart."
Zuo Xiaoying's face flushed red. She lowered her head, clutching the tassel of her scarf, not daring to look at Lu Yao.
Lu Yao didn't explain, but took out a wad of money and cloth coupons from his pocket:
"Let's calculate how much it is in total."
The salesperson fiddled with the abacus: "Coat, five yuan and fifty cents; trousers, two yuan and twenty cents; scarf, two yuan and eighty cents; totaling twelve yuan and fifty cents. Cloth coupons are required for the coat, seven feet for the trousers, and six feet for the scarf. No cloth coupons are needed for the scarf."
Zuo Xiaoying, dressed in a new outfit, followed Lu Yao downstairs.
As she walked down to the first floor, she passed a mirror and secretly glanced at herself in it. She looked at herself again and again, and couldn't help but smile.
After leaving the department store, Zuo Xiaoying, following behind Lu Yao, suddenly asked:
"Brother Wa, why did you buy me so much stuff?"
Lu Yao didn't turn around and walked towards the parking lot:
"You helped me fight last night, this is a reward for you."
Zuo Xiaoying didn't say anything, assuming that Lu Yao considered her his woman, which was why he bought so many things for her.
No matter what, Zuo Xiaoying treats Lu Yao as her man!
She dreams of marrying Lu Yao.
After eating and drinking to our hearts' content, it's time to continue our journey.
We can't afford to waste time.
My wedding day is the 26th day of the first lunar month.
I have to get back before the 25th.
Today is the 22nd. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to get back by the 20th.
Lu Yao drove south across Liaochun Street.
There are more cars at this time.
The Jiefang truck, the Yellow River truck, and a few jeeps all rumbled along.
The most impressive car was a large black sedan, a Hongqi brand, made in China!
This is not something that leaders usually provide.
Horse-drawn carriages also took to the streets, with drivers wearing plain leather coats, sitting on the shafts, cracking their whips loudly, and vying for road space with cars without anyone interfering.
Zuo Xiaoying peered out the car window, a new scarf wrapped around her neck, her face flushed from the heater.
"Brother Wa, why are there horse-drawn carriages in this city?"
"City dwellers have to rely on the countryside to deliver their vegetables and milk; horse-drawn carts and oxcarts have to come to the city every day."
After crossing the main street to the outer ring road, Lu Yao looked for a place to refuel.
I saw a yard by the roadside with a pole at the entrance and a wooden sign hanging on it, with the words "Gas Station" crookedly written in red paint.
The yard wasn't big, with a few cars parked inside. Along the wall was a row of gas pumps, metal-cased and painted red, with their glass covers covered in greasy stains.
Lu Yao drove the car in and parked it next to a gas pump.
Next to the gas pump was a small hut with a window open. Inside sat an old man wearing a dog-skin hat and a cotton-padded jacket stained with engine oil, drinking water from an enamel mug.
Seeing the car arrive, he put down the jar and came out of the hut.
"How much?"
The old man walked over, holding a greasy rag in his hand, and glanced at Lu Yao's car window.
Lu Yao got out of the car and took out his gas coupon from his pocket.
This was still the oil coupon that Shi Shouyin gave him:
"Number 70, fill it up."
The old man turned around to pick up the gas pump nozzle, inserted it into the car's fuel tank, and cranked the handle on the gas pump with his other hand.
The crank made a creaking sound, and the needle on the fuel gauge slowly turned.
"Your car looks pretty new," the old man said, shaking it as he spoke. "Is it a Beijing 212? From the military, right?"
"It's from the county."
The old man looked at the license plate again: "Jiangzhou? It's not close to here."
"A thousand miles away."
The old man filled the gas tank, pulled out the nozzle (oil was still dripping from it), wiped it casually with a dirty rag, and asked Lu Yao:
"Have you checked how many liters?"
Lu Yao glanced at the fuel gauge:
"Fifty-three liters."
The old man nodded, tore the oil coupon in half, and returned the other half to Lu Yao:
"Alright, let's go."
Lu Yao got into the car, started the engine, and drove out of the yard.
The further away from the city you go, the fewer buildings there are and the more bungalows there are.
Farmland began to appear on both sides of the road.
After driving for about ten minutes, the car suddenly got stuck in traffic.
A large Jiefang truck, two horse-drawn carriages, and several bicycles were all parked there without moving.
Lu Yao's heart tightened.
He stepped on the brake and looked ahead.
There was a bamboo pole blocking the middle of the road ahead, and behind the pole stood several people wearing blue uniforms and peaked caps.
There was a military green truck parked by the roadside, with several soldiers sitting on the side of the truck, their guns resting on their knees.
Temporary checkpoint.
Lu Yao gripped the steering wheel but didn't move.
Zuo Xiaoying also noticed something was wrong:
"Hey kid, what's wrong?"
"It's an inspection. Don't talk nonsense, listen to me."
The car in front slowly moved forward.
A horse-drawn carriage loaded with firewood was stopped. The old man driving the carriage jumped down, took out a stack of papers from his pocket, and handed them to the uniformed officer. The officer looked at the papers for a long time, then circled the carriage, poked the firewood pile with an iron rod, before waving him off.
Another Jiefang truck drove by, but it was empty except for a few empty oil drums.
The driver handed over a piece of paper, which the uniformed officer glanced at before letting them pass.
It was Lu Yao's turn.
He slowly drove the car to the front of the bamboo pole and stopped.
A young man in a blue uniform walked over and glanced into the car at Lu Yao and Zuo Xiaoying.
"Where did it come from?"
The young man asked a question.
"From Jiangzhou Shuiling Town."
Lu Yao handed the letter of introduction and the pass out the window.
The young man took it, looked at it, and then looked up at Lu Yao:
"Going to Panlong Mountain?"
"right."
The young man glanced at the back seat:
"What's that coming from behind?"
Lu Yao's face remained expressionless:
"The leather goods of the production team all belong to the public."
My heart was pounding as I spoke.
This is a legitimate checkpoint.
You can't resort to force or brute force; if they find out you're involved in speculation and profiteering, you'll definitely be arrested.
I kind of regret bringing Zuo Xiaoying along.
Don't drag other people's children into this.
If I were to go in, I reckon Mei Ping and Hao Limin would be willing to help me get out.
The young man looked at the pockets again:
"Open it so I can see. If it's a large quantity, even a letter of introduction won't be enough."
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