I'm really just the village head

"You follow the car?"

Seeing Liu Chunlai and his party, Song Shiyuan didn't understand.

"Passenger trains are much faster than trucks. The escorts arranged by the Shancheng Light Industry Bureau will wait until tomorrow morning to take the passenger train directly after loading the goods tonight, and they will arrive one or two hours earlier. It's too boring."

"Uncle Song, it's okay. Anyway, we have nothing to do. These goods are very important to us..." Liu Chunlai also knew that the environment in the stuffed tanker was very bad.

On a hot day, the cabin is airtight, and the temperature will be much higher than outside.

At the same time, because there is no double line, many times the wrong car needs to be parked temporarily in some places.

In these places, it is easy for people around to pick up trains and steal things from above.

There is a saying that is called backing by mountains to eat mountains, relying on the sea to eat the sea, close to the railway, naturally eating the railway.

The train is slow now, and some people will take risks along the way.

As long as the goods of relatively large value are transported, there will usually be escorts.

Liu Chunlai is not worried about this.

He knew that the railway system these years couldn't arrange guards everywhere on such a long road.

This is not the era that will be hailed as the safest country in the world in a few decades.

"Uncle Song, the long-term freight train is really impossible?"

Liu Chunlai looked at Song Shiyuan expectantly.

He hopes to be transported by train from here for a long time.

If the wagon cannot be transported, it is naturally impossible.

"Our conditions are not good. From the county town to the mountain city, the waterway can be reached. But if you transfer trains from the mountain city, it is even more difficult. There are too many supplies, and the trains are too few. Not to mention the slow speed. Go here by waterway and then transfer. Time can be much faster... The problems in the mainland are not yet prominent, but in the coastal areas, any product on the market, as long as the market is good, it will soon be followed by production."

In this case, Liu Chunlai had no need to hide anything.

Currently he needs to get a stable train skin for a long time.

Song Shiyuan stared at him with a stern face, "Yesterday's train skin is an exception. If it weren't for the mountain city, the number of train skins had not been determined before, and there were five carriages left, which would not be tuned for you in the short term. However, you can arrange it. People are here, confirm the arrival time of the goods, and then go to the dispatch room..."

Song Shiyuan didn't let up on this matter at all.

Liu Chunlai thought that he would consider the relationship between his father and him, and be accommodating.

It was accommodating yesterday.

Anything, with the first time, there will be a second time, a third time...

But now, Song Shiyuan didn't even mean the second time.

Liu Chunlai didn't know what to say.

"You keep people here, and you just need to arrange them in advance." Song Shiyuan emphasized again.

Liu Chunlai was a little speechless.

There must be no problem arranging people to line up here to get train skins.

The point is that he himself doesn't know when each batch will arrive, and he can't determine how many wagons are needed.

"Uncle Song, if it doesn't work, I'll find another way. I can't determine the time of each delivery." Liu Chunlai sighed, stood up, and said seriously to Song Shiyuan: "Thank you, Uncle Song. The financing, maybe our batch of goods are in our hands."

Liu Chunlai said this very sincerely.

Song Shiyuan didn't make arrangements, it was indeed a big problem.

The coast is the biggest market for these novel clothing.

"What did your father not tell you when you left?" Song Shiyuan suddenly asked Liu Chunlai.

Liu Chunlai shook his head blankly, "Nothing was explained, this letter was written by him alone in the office."

Liu Chunlai wondered if there was a problem with the letter.

Song Shiyuan stared at Liu Chunlai in a daze. After watching for a long time, he sighed, "Your father didn't write anything in the letter."

"Impossible? If he doesn't write anything, he wouldn't be like this..." Liu Chunlai was speechless.

Rao thinks that he is knowledgeable, but he is still too tender compared to the old guys on the battlefield.

The old man also posted three chicken feathers on it, so he was not allowed to see it, and sent it over.

Nothing is written on it?

Can anyone understand what it means?

"To ask for a train skin, did you mean it or your father?" Song Shiyuan's words made Liu Chunlai a little surprised.

Liu Chunlai's mind suddenly moved. Perhaps Song Shiyuan wanted to prove that Liu Fuwang had not lost his principles and pleaded with him. He did it in the name of his father?

Although this guess is very likely, Liu Chunlai was not sure for a while.

The brain quickly analyzes various situations and speculates the true purpose of Song Shiyuan's question.

Liu Chunlai also asked Zhao Dongsheng separately, the relationship between Zhao Dongsheng and Song Shiyuan does not seem to be very iron.

Zhao Dongsheng only said one thing, not the same army.

They belong to the same division, not even in the same regiment.

This surprised Liu Chunlai even more.

Early this morning, Zhao Dongsheng went to do his own affairs and did not accompany him to see Song Shiyuan.

Song Shiyuan looked at Liu Chunlai calmly, waiting for his answer.

Seeing that Liu Chunlai didn't say a word, he even took out the letter directly, took out the folded two pages of letterhead and handed it to Liu Chunlai.

Liu Chunlai took it and looked at it again.

"Peng County Government Letterhead" printed on the head, nothing else.

This can't be fake.

Even if this is the case, Liu Chunlai still does not believe it.

Dad originally went back to the office to write.

Liu Chunlai didn't know what medicine he sold in the gourd.

"At that time I asked how many people my dad had blocked bullets for. My dad's answer was to ask me how many people blocked the bullets for him."

That was the sentence at the beginning.

Song Shiyuan looked at Liu Chunlai with no expression on his face.

The look in his eyes did not change at all.

I couldn't guess what he was thinking.

After listening to Liu Chun's words, Song Shiyuan was obviously relieved: "Let me just say, the old company commander won't say this."

Liu Chunlai sighed in his heart.

He wanted to tell the other party that his old company commander had changed.

In order to treat the poor of the brigade, Captain Liu had no principles at all.

Rubbing the magistrate’s meal, touching the secretary’s cigarette, playing rogue with the commune secretary...

Even the poor in Gesancha and Wupao counties want support.

The kind that requires a catty of food.

"That's it this time. If you have time when you come back, let's have a good chat. You have to arrange someone to be here... the warehouse and the office, I will help you ask."

Song Shiyuan did not directly make any promises.

This result made Liu Chunlai very content.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, it was hot outside.

Song Shiyuan sent someone to the guest house to inform Liu Chunlai that the carriage had arrived and he could load the carriage from the ship.

The first two sections are reserved for the Shancheng Light Industry Bureau.

At this time, the cargo ship of the Shancheng Light Industry Bureau had not arrived yet, and it was not known if it was in order to avoid conflicts between the two parties that Liu Chunlai and the others loaded the cargo first.

With less than 30,000 sets of clothing, the two stuffy tank cars were not fully filled.

Liu Chunlai asked people to leave room for the middle compartment door.

They have to follow the goods, and there is space by the door, which is much more convenient.