In the driving room, the attendant Yuan Dingyu was standing by the window, looking at the wheat field that he had sown by himself not far from the building, it may be that there has been little rain and snow since the beginning of winter this year, and the wheat has some seedlings yellow and thin, Yuan Dingyu's eyes showed an anxious look.

Hearing the knock on the door, Yuan Dingyu turned his head and glanced at the two Zhuge masters and apprentices who came in, didn't say a word, and turned his head to continue to look at his wheat.

When Zhuge Huaizhi saw Yuan Dingyu, he immediately felt a sense of disgust in his heart, this middle-aged man who was not tall and had a stubble on his face, his dark face and a few deep wrinkles made him look more like the unearthed Yuan Dynasty dried corpse on display in the museum.

What's even more disgusting is that Yuan Dingyu often makes small reports to the stationmaster, and he also plays with Zhuge Huaizhi and these young people who are not deeply involved in the world, and borrows the hands of the stationmaster to rectify people, and the young people are not vegetarians, and they are angry with him when they find an opportunity.

Once, Duan Shang counted a table and called to ask for his name, and he said: "My name is Yuan Dingyu, Yuan Shikai's Yuan, definitely Ding, Yu...... Excess excess. ”

This let a few young people hear it, according to the characteristics of his preference for fishing, he made a limerick poem, laughing everywhere, the poem is like this: "Speaking of Yuan Dingyu, this person is really redundant, sleep when you go to work, and fish when you get off work." ”

This time it made him angry, but he couldn't help it, so he had to blow his beard every day and stare at people.

Zhuge Huaizhi thought of these things, couldn't help but laugh secretly, and his mood was a little happier, and he asked: "Teacher Yuan, you have made several mistakes for me and Teacher Zheng in this month's attendance, so let's change it." ”

"What? Attendance? I'm just scratching casually, and I really have to redo it again at the end of the month. ”

"No, I asked Zhang Huan yesterday, and he said that the one reported had to be copied according to the original records. ”

Silent.

After a long while, Zhuge Huaizhi couldn't help but get angry, "Who wrote it, it can't be just like this!"

"The stationmaster said that it should be filled in according to the attendant, because Zhang Huan's character is written well, so the stationmaster asked him to recopy it!" Zheng Yunxin also spoke.

"The stationmaster said to find the stationmaster, I can't change it anyway!"

"Okay, just look for it!" Zhuge Huaizhi took off the wooden clip that clamped the attendance sheet and pulled Zheng Yunxin out of the driving room.

The stationmaster's surname is Yan, and he is a spirited old man in his fifties, probably because his face is relatively dark, and he usually gives people a sense of majesty.

After work, he doesn't care what you do, but as soon as he takes over, his eyes will be round, his eyes will be like a knife behind him, staring at you at work, a little perfunctory, he will immediately jump over and yell, scaring you to work honestly according to the rules.

Especially the people in the driving team, when he was away, secretly scolded him: "This old black head!" After scolding, they had to look up nervously around as if he would appear behind him at any time.

Although Yan Keqin is very strict in the management of work, but in fact he is a cold-hearted person, which worker has difficulties at home, there is a conflict between husband and wife, Yan stationmaster is always the first to lend a hand, I heard that he is poor at home in the field, working for more than 30 years, not saving a few money, have helped others.

Zhuge Huaizhi knocked on the door of the stationmaster's room, "Come in!" Yan Keqin's voice came from inside.

"Stationmaster!"

"Oh, Zhuge , Lao Zheng, is there something wrong?"

Zhuge Huaizhi told Yan Keqin about Yuan Dingyu's lack of attendance and refusal to change it, Yan Keqin frowned, "This old Yuan!

Zhuge Huaizhi didn't say anything more, looked at Yan Keqin with a blank eye, Yan Keqin pondered for a while, and said: "In this way, it's not just you who will reflect this problem, and in the future, the attendance will be publicly hung on the wall of the driving room.

"Stationmaster Yan is really wise!" Zheng Yunxin gave a thumbs up in admiration.

The problem was solved, but Zhuge Huaizhi's heart had another layer of disgust for Yuan Dingyu, he had already heard Wang Liqiang say that Yuan Dingyu relied on himself to be a duty officer, and he had some power in his hands, and if he had nothing to do, he would ask the young people in the carriage room to buy him cigarettes, and if anyone dared to resist, he would give people small shoes to wear.

The sun is still lazy, the calendar hanging on the wall without tearing off is already very thin, it is about to end the year, but the weather is not very cold, few people in the town go out, Zhuge Huaizhi only sold two tickets in the morning.

Zhuge Huaizhi felt a little hot in the passenger room, so he pressed the burning stove with wet coal, took off his cold-proof clothes, wore only a sweater, sat lazily on the chair, opened the drawer, took out a copy of "Two-way English", opened it casually, and saw a piece of foreign ants he didn't know, he yawned, and his thoughts flew to the sky again......

In the dream, he returned home, rode a bicycle for nearly two hours, and returned to the city of Yimeng, where the streets were full of cars, the crowds of people in a hurry, and the commercial street full of signboards.

Zhuge Huaizhi's mood was much better, and he finally returned home, naturally his mother came to open the door, and immediately, some old faces showed surprise and love, followed by his brother's greetings and his sister's lively smile.

The home is so warm, Zhuge Huaizhi put his tired body on the sofa, smelled the fragrance of the food slowly wafting out, listened to the sound of the spatula and the pot colliding, and watched his mother in and out of the kitchen busy, he felt extremely happy and satisfied.

Six dishes, including his favorite cold pork ears and Chinese cabbage stew, and finally a steaming casserole, which I haven't eaten for a long time.

The days of family reunion are numbered, and my brother said, "I'll open the wine!" Zhuge Zhenguo took the wine bottle and slammed the bottle cap vigorously on the stool with his hand: "Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang ......"

"Bang bang bang!" "Hey, buy tickets! Do you still sell tickets?" Zhuge Huaizhi woke up, the pig ears were gone, the hot casserole was gone, he raised his head, opened his eyes, and found that he was still in the passenger room.

There was a pressed unseemly English book on the table, a few rays of lazy sunlight shining through the windowpane, the dust swirling in these pillars of light, the stove had not yet lit, and several passengers were knocking on the glass of the ticket gate, and he felt a little cold.

Zhuge Huaizhi took a look at his watch, it was time to sell tickets, he walked to the duty room and put on a cold-proof suit, and went to stab the stove again, he hated these passengers to death.

"Where are you going?" asked angrily.

"Into town. Whispered and stingy replied.

Zhuge Huaizhi filled in the ticket, and with a "hiss", the five tickets were torn off together, to see that there was no one outside, he was too lazy to go out, he picked up the ticket scissors and hinged it, took out five yuan, put it together, and put it on the table at the ticket office.

"Annoying! I was interrupted from my dream!" Zhuge Huaizhi saw that the window was empty, and he lazily lay on the table again.