Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 121 Express train bound for Yangcheng

"I don't think you're going home, you're probably doing something else."

In Dormitory 307, Li Jiankun has packed his luggage and is ready to leave tomorrow.

Holmes Hu looked like he had seen him through and through.

Gao Jinxi and Wu Yingxiong enjoyed watching the excitement. Watching these two bickering every day became one of their biggest sources of relaxation and entertainment during their busy studies.

"Don't make blind guesses."

Li Jiankun said angrily.

"This is called reasonable analysis!"

Hu Ziqiang snorted: "It's only been a while since I've been back for the Chinese New Year. It's not a holiday. Why don't you go back to Laoshizi's house?"

"Is there something wrong at home?"

"Excuse me, classmates."

There was a sudden sound at the door, and the four of them turned to look.

He was an uncle postman wearing a big-brimmed hat and a dark green uniform, holding a letter in his hand.

"Excuse me, Li Jiankun, are you from this dormitory?"

Li Jiankun was confused, whoever wrote to him now was still a "express delivery". As Brother Qiang said, he had only been back in Beijing for the Chinese New Year for a few days.

Then he walked forward and said with a smile: "I am."

"Oh, I have your registered mail."

Li Jiankun touched his pocket, took out his personal seal, stamped it, and received the letter.

It's not a letter, it's a telegram.

He spread it out and took a look, his pupils shrank and his brows raised.

Seeing this, the Three Musketeers came over one after another to find out what was going on.

There was only one line in the telegram:

"My father was robbed on the road and half of his money was lost. He is safe, but the equipment is difficult to access. Construction of the brick factory has begun!"

This is quite long for a telegram.

Biaozi beat him.

Everything that needs to be said has been made clear.

"This...is something really happening at home?"

Hu Ziqiang smiled and hurriedly apologized: "It's my fault, my fault. Okay, Jiankun, if you want to be more open-minded, it's okay. You are a thief who can make money anyway. Looking at this situation, do you want to build a brick factory at home? Hey!" What a great opportunity!”

Wu Yingxiong clicked his tongue and said, "Been, robbed?"

Gao Jinxi sighed quietly.

I don't know since when, not picking up things on the road and not closing the door at night suddenly became history. When he returned home during the New Year, he also heard some things.

Quite sad.

In recent years, factories have been reforming, many people have been laid off and unemployed, and more young people are unemployed. Foreign movies have appeared in cinemas, Western books have appeared in bookstores, and people in rural areas are encouraged to engage in diversified businesses.

These are all predisposing factors.

But the general policy of economic development is definitely not wrong.

When making money, you can't be unscrupulous and use any means, right?

He privately believes that this phenomenon must be curbed and regulated to prevent it from getting worse.

Li Jiankun forced a smile, waved his hands to indicate that he was fine, and returned to the bed to sit quietly for a while. In fact, he had been worried about this at the beginning.

If you don't think so, you'll be afraid of whatever comes next.

Hey, at least everyone is fine.

Fortunately in misfortune.

Unable to sit still, he stood up and said, "I'm going out for a walk."

The three swordsmen each said a few words of comfort.

After going downstairs, Li Jiankun pushed up the [-]-meter pole, exited the small south gate, and rode leisurely towards Haidian Town.

Prepare to send a telegram back to Biaozi.

On Haidian Street, there is a post and telecommunications office, which is quite large.

These days, the postal and telecommunications system is a behemoth, covering letter delivery and telephone services.

In the future, China Mobile, China Unicom and Telecom will all be born out of post and telecommunications. One is a compatriot from the same mother, one is a nephew, and the other is an adopted son.

In 98, Posts and Telecommunications was split into Postal and Telecommunications.Telecom and China Mobile were established in the millennium.Yang Xianzu, former deputy of the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, was the first head of China Unicom.

It was the golden hour in the morning, and there were many people in the post office.

There are several rows of wooden chairs in the middle of the hall. People are waiting patiently with their call sheets in hand.

On the inner side, against the wall, there are partitioned boxes, which look like telephone booths that were once popular on the streets in later generations and then disappeared.

You can see through the glass window that it is full of people.

These days, the telephones in state-owned stores on the street, including general public institutions, can only make local calls.If you need to make a long distance call, you can only come to the post office.

Not to mention sending telegrams.

On the right hand side of the door, there is a row of counters responsible for business reception.

Li Jiankun walked over. There was no need to queue up to send a telegram, and there were no people waiting. This was high-end business.

One word, triangle and five points.

Like the telegram Biaozi typed, it was 22 words long and cost a total of seven yuan and seven cents.

Not everyone can afford it or be willing to spend it.

Li Jiankun took the pen and paper from the salesperson and wrote in block letters:
"It's good that everyone is safe. Don't tell mom about the lost money or the specific amount. I believe Li Guifei is not that stupid. I can comfort you by letting you know.

"He finally got a little bit motivated, but he suffered this blow. If it's hard for him, my mother will be hard too. You and your sister-in-law go home more recently. My mother likes your sister-in-law.

"Since the brick factory is under construction, let's continue to build it. There is no need to worry about the equipment in advance. I will ask around to see if I can get a set from here. Brother-in-law's side..."

"Not finished yet?"

The saleswoman sat behind the counter, raised her head and said, "Is it because the language is not well organized, or is there something wrong with the words? If not, I will write it for you, and you can just report it."

Li Jiankun glanced at her condescendingly, "Do you know who you are talking to?"
If she hadn't seen that she had good intentions, Li Jiankun would have taken off his clothes and asked her to take a look at the four characters on his vest -

These are probably the earliest batch of cultural shirts in the country. He got them from the school basketball team. There are many printed ones. There is news that a few pieces can be sold. Isn't this just in time for a trip?

ten bucks.

"Okay."

He handed over the slip.

The saleswoman took a look at it and blushed. Her first thought was, what a good word!Then my scalp became numb.

I asked you to send a telegram, but you are leaving it here to write an article!

"Comrade, you say so many words?"

"What's wrong, can't you?"

He didn't count the number of words, but it should be within four hundred.

This is the maximum word count for a telegram.

Telegraph is a wired transmission, and the design is cumbersome. It requires many telegraph offices to coordinate transmission. The equipment's memory and paper tape all have specific specifications.

Of course, you can send more than [-] words, which is called a long telegram.

The charging standards are different.

If you are willing to spend money, they will send you section by section, multiple copies, go to the terminal and put them together piece by piece.

The salesperson girl glanced directly behind their eyes, bang bang bang, quickly dialed the abacus a few times with her little hands, and then stretched forward, "Payment, 325 words, 110 three yuan and seventy-five cents."

Ning is also a ruthless person, so he finished counting the words so quickly?
Li Jiankun touched his pocket and paid.

Upset.
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"Sewage!"

March 3, a quarter past ten in the morning.

An express green train departing from Jingcheng Station and bound for Yangcheng left the platform.

Express is the key.

It only takes one day and one night to get to Yangcheng.

The three of them, Li Jiankun, bought a sleeper berth at a fare of 59.2 yuan per person.

It's a little more expensive, but comfortable.

Every time he travels from his hometown to Beijing, he doesn't want to take the express or sleeper berth.

Isn't this true?

They're pretty good over there. It's not uncommon to see people riding tank trucks in many places these days.

This train is extremely crowded!
I don’t know if it’s because of the express or the destination, but this is the first time that Li Jiankun has experienced the joy of Spring Festival travel in this era.

When boarding the train, the three of them did not go through the main entrance.It's not just the three of them, most people are the same.

Just climb up the window!

You can dig in one by one and throw your luggage in and it will count.

"Damn, taking a train is more tiring than a marathon!"

Wang Shanhe looked like a dead dog, slumped on the narrow white bed, and was indeed sweating profusely.

Li Jiankun and Chen Yajun are also similar.

There is a private room with four beds, but the other one has not been touched yet.

Li Jiankun was lying on the lower bunk opposite Xiao Wang, on the right side by the window, with his hands behind his head, looking out the window at the slightly afterimage buildings.

Satisfied.

It is said that after leaving the city, slowly accelerating, it can reach 200 kilometers per hour.

It’s faster and much faster than the third brother’s house in the 2020s. Who dares to sit on the roof of the car?
What else can I be dissatisfied with?

(End of this chapter)