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At six o'clock the next morning, Zhao Weidong and his father went to the bus station together to send his mother and younger brother on the bus to the provincial capital. Back home, Zhao Weidong also set off this morning to go to the place where the queue was cut, because my father is now the first deputy secretary of the county party committee and the deputy director of the county revolutionary committee, and the administrative department of the revolutionary committee took the initiative to arrange a jeep to send Zhao Weidong to report to the Zhoukeng brigade.

Zhao Weidong finally boarded the car to transport wood to the Yuanwei Brigade, he sat in the cab, glanced at the thin and tall driver, and felt a little familiar, Zhao Weidong felt a little strange, his time in the county in this life is very limited, it is certain that he has not seen it, but how can he have a familiar feeling? Zhao Weidong was very puzzled, so he asked the driver and said:

"Master, hello, may I ask your surname?"

"Don't be expensive, my surname is Yi, our age should not be much different, my name is Yi Hongping, you call me Xiaoyi...... 269s," Yi Hongping replied.

Hearing the driver say that his surname was Yi, Zhao Weidong immediately came to his senses, no wonder he felt familiar, it turned out that the hitchhiker who went to the countryside in his previous life was his car, no wonder he felt familiar, history is really amazingly consistent, but he has changed a lot from his previous life.

It's just that Xiao Yi doesn't know, although he said that in his previous life and this life he was a sixteen-year-old teenager, in his previous life, because he lived in an era of material scarcity, most of the children were malnourished, relatively small, and he was the same, compared with adults, he was almost a head shorter, and he was still a child, so he communicated very little with Xiao Yi and himself, and the driver of this era was very bullish, and there was such a saying in the society "one kills pigs, two dudu", the most bullish profession is to kill pigs, The second bull fork is the master who drives, talking nonsense to you little kid.