Woo~~~.

With the sound of the train's horn, it is finally at the station, Nghe An City.

But if Luo Cheng wants to go home, he has to take a shuttle.

He was dressed in a military uniform, carrying a quilt on his back, and a water bottle and strap bag on his shoulder, all of which were green.

After retiring from the army, Luo Cheng came home from the army, and there was nothing in his backpack, but when he came back, the white-flour steamed buns issued by the army let him eat on the road.

It's only a few hundred kilometers, and a train has been sitting for more than a day, and Luo Cheng is now confused.

It's just a sleep, Luo Cheng is a technical school student, and yesterday should have been the day he received his graduation certificate at the technical school. But when I woke up, everything changed, my classmates became comrades-in-arms, and I graduated and retired from the army. There were many people who retired from the army together, and Luo Cheng was also confused and followed the procedures together.

There is a discharge pay, as well as a letter of introduction and some proofs. After Luo Cheng came out of the army, he was confused again, not only the school has become a army, but this era has changed. The whole world seems to be in the 60s, there are no cars on the road, there are few people riding on their own, and you have to take the bus to a designated place, not on any road.

And by train, you can't sit without a letter of introduction from the army and a certificate of discharge. So all day, Luo Cheng was confused, even if he got off the train, he didn't know how to return to Nghe An from the army.

With no mobile phone and no ID card, if the address of Luo Cheng's home was not written on the certificate, he would not know where his home was.

After getting off the train, there were no stalls selling food nearby. The steamed buns given by the army, Luo Chengyou is not used to eating them, he likes to eat rice. And the steamed buns are a little hard in the backpack for a day, and he really doesn't want to eat them.

But fortunately, God gave him a golden finger, which gave him a little comfort in his heart. It's a check-in system, and when I'm on the train in the early hours of the morning, the system sound suddenly appears in my head. Then Luo Chengcheng signed in with his mind according to the prompts in his mind.

I don't know if it's because of the train or something else, but it's a bit strange to check in anyway. A pack of unbranded cigarettes, a pack of melon seeds, a bottle of mineral water, eight-treasure porridge, instant noodles, peanuts, and a bottle of beer.

It is a completely simplified version of the train package, cigarettes, beer, drinks, eight-treasure porridge, peanuts and melon seeds. In a certain era, there were special carts on the train to sell these, of course, not only these categories, there should also be bagged chicken legs, duck legs, ham and the like. But it's a pity that Luo Cheng didn't have those items in the check-in.

Luo Cheng has a discharge fee on his body, more than 100 yuan, and the largest face value is the big black ten of ten yuan. On the train, he figured out that it was indeed the sixties, the sixty-first year. The more than 100 yuan on his body are worth a lot of money, and there are a lot of bills.

But now I'm a little hungry, there is not even a small restaurant near the train station, and I don't want to eat steamed buns. I can only explore the system space from my mind.

The train package, which can be slightly hungry, is the eight-treasure porridge. It's also very easy to get things from the system, and you can do it by mind. Finding a corner casually, Luo Cheng cautiously put his hand into the backpack and then took out the eight-treasure porridge with his mind, if he wasn't afraid of being seen, he could directly appear in his hand out of thin air.

A canned eight-treasure porridge without any label, origin, or even production date. Luo Cheng casually squatted in a corner, then opened the lid and started eating.

It's just that he didn't notice that there were eyes staring at him in many corners. If it weren't for the military uniform he was wearing, he looked tall and big, and he would have been robbed a long time ago for his behavior of eating like this.

After all, Luo Cheng is a post-00 generation, and he doesn't know what era this is, and what 61 years represents. This is also near the train station, there are more people, if you go out of the city, what if you wear a military uniform, you dare to eat in front of many people and try.

After eating the eight-treasure porridge, Luo Cheng looked around, in this damn era, there was not even a trash can. But fortunately, there are no inspection personnel, so it won't be good to find a corner and throw away the empty eight-treasure porridge jar.

As for some passers-by from afar, what happened when they saw him throwing garbage, people in this era should not be so moral. The things taken out of this system can't be put back, and Luo Cheng doesn't want to keep holding an empty jar in his hand, so he walks directly to the edge of a wall, and as soon as the empty jar is thrown away, the person naturally leaves.

According to the address of the information, in later generations, Luo Cheng originally lived in the county seat, but now it is just a village. But the approximate location is still where Luo Cheng used to be home, and it may be that in the future, this village will slowly develop into a county seat.

What Luo Cheng didn't know was that as soon as he left, several children in their early teens immediately ran towards the eight-treasure porridge jar he had lost.

"I haven't eaten clean, and I still have some soup, go get some water to rinse it up, and drink some by myself." This jar is made of iron, and you should be able to exchange it for something to eat when you go to the scrapyard. ”

"Brother, that comrade soldier doesn't eat anything cleanly, how can such a good iron can be willing to lose it."

"Maybe he saw us and left it for us on purpose, he looked around just now and should have found us, so the soldiers are good people."

A jar of eight-treasure porridge that was not eaten clean, Luo Cheng didn't expect it to almost evolve into a touching story.

At this time, Luo Cheng was rushing to the bus station, fortunately, the bus station was not far from the train station, to be honest, carrying a quilt and clothes with luggage or something, don't look at Luo Cheng's height of one meter seven or eight, he is tall and big in this era, but his body is really not strong, and he can't walk any way.

God made his world into the sixties, but he didn't give Luo Cheng the physique of this era. It is said that most people in this era can walk dozens of miles without worry, and he feels tired of walking a mile or two empty-handed, let alone carrying so many things.

But this is the sixties, otherwise Luo Chengzhen would have lost all the things on his body. A quilt is only a few dollars, and in later generations, I have seen anyone who got on the train and bus with the quilt. Even if they are migrant workers, they don't have a big bag these days, and most of them go out to work and spend some money to buy them directly.

When I came to the station, it was really a coincidence, and there was just a bus to Longyang Town to depart. Moreover, the transportation is not developed in these years, and the shuttle bus to the township may only run one or two times a day. Some towns may not be open to traffic, so you have to sit at a certain point close to you, and then get off the bus and walk back.

And the same is true in Longyang Town, the car does not drive into the town, and when it reaches a certain intersection, Luo Cheng has to walk about one or two kilometers to get home.

"Comrade, you are also going to Longyang Town, can you do me a favor."

Luo Chenggang put the quilt in the car, although the quilt was not heavy, but it was a little tired to carry it all the way. And at this moment, a girl asked with some embarrassment.

There is also a little girl behind the girl, with two braids, which is particularly age-sensitive. But whether it is a girl who opens her mouth to ask for help, or the little girl behind her, she is the same as people of this era, with yellow faces and thin muscles, even if her facial features look okay, she will not look too good.