Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

In the hard seat carriage, although many passengers had gotten off at the previous stop, when the door opened, Dabao almost thought he had entered a vegetable market.

The hard seats at this time were real hard seats, consisting of rows of wooden seats. If you look closely, you can see that they are covered with scratches.

The carriage was filled with noise, and several dialects were intertwined. No matter whether the person on the other side could understand or not, they just kept talking.

This is the first day of the trip to Xinjiang. These passengers are still energetic. You wait until you sit and sleep for a night. By the next day, there are fewer people interested in chatting. By the third day, except for the crying of children, there is only tired silence.

The smell in this carriage was more than twice as strong as that in the hard sleeper carriage, and there was even a smell of chicken shit inside, because Dabao had already seen the chicken coop on the luggage rack, with two hens in it.

Yang Yong, a train police officer, and Zeng Hongying, a flight attendant, looked at Dabao in amazement. They had traveled extensively and had seen a lot. When they saw Dabao in the morning, almost everyone had a feeling that this young man was not ordinary. Now, seeing the soldiers with guns behind Dabao, their guess was confirmed.

Dabao smiled and greeted them. At this moment, his consciousness had spread out, and everything in the car was under his control.

Dabao turned around and whispered a few words to the two men under the Dangjian Army. They nodded and walked quickly to the other end of the carriage with two soldiers, guarding the door.

Dabao slowly walked into the carriage, and the soldiers behind him also came in. At this moment, the carriage suddenly became quiet and all the passengers were stunned. What was going on?

Dabao walked forward slowly without saying a word, his hands behind his back, until he stopped in front of the third row of seats. There were two men sitting side by side in this seat. One of them was wearing work clothes and looked like a worker. He was originally chatting with a fat man in cadre clothes opposite him, but when he saw Dabao and the others, he immediately shut up and sat down obediently.

Dabao leaned over and patted the sleepy man in a coat next to the worker.

"Okay, stop pretending,"

The man opened his eyes, rubbed them, picked out the mucus, yawned, and said, "What's wrong, comrade? Is there something wrong?"

Dabao snorted: "Who is gay with you? I'm not a thief."

"Ah? Public Security Comrade, what do you mean by that? Thief? Who is the thief?"

Dabao pulled him over and said, "Are you still pretending? You don't look like one." As he said that, he pulled the corner of the man's clothes, and with two ding sounds, two blades fell off.

The man was stunned, and Dabao grabbed his chin.

"Spit it out! Or I'll do it myself."

The man knew that his unique skill of hiding a razor blade under his tongue, which he was usually proud of, had been exposed by the police. He had no choice but to spit the razor blade under his tongue on the ground in shame.

This caused a cry of surprise among the passengers.

Dabao threw him to the soldiers, and two soldiers pulled out the thief's belt and tied him up.

Dabao pointed to an old man in the fourth row and a middle-aged woman in the fifth row and hooked his finger.

"Come here honestly. Are you three in the same group? Leave all your things here. I'm telling you, it's nothing serious. Don't talk nonsense to me. If you do, small things will become big things."

The old man and the woman stood up dejectedly. They had not checked the almanac before going out today. They had just gotten in the car and spotted a few targets, but before they could hunt, they were caught.

They were both gangsters, and they knew that Dabao was telling the truth. They didn't go hunting when they got in the car. Even if they were taken to the police station, they would only be beaten and locked up for a few days. If they exchanged a few more punches and kicks with the police and tried to escape, they would get angry and all of them would have to spend several years in prison.

Dabao ignored them and continued walking forward until he reached the eighth row, in front of a young couple. The couple's clothes were patched up with patches on top of each other, and they looked like ordinary people.

But the boy in the woman's arms was white and chubby. He looked about two or three years old. The clothes he wore were made of good material without any patches. The child was just drowsy.

Dabao stood in front of them. The young couple were nervous. The husband stood up and stammered, "Comrade, is there anything wrong?"

Dabao frowned and snatched the little boy away: "Is this your child?"

The wife jumped up with a cry and screamed heartbreakingly: "Give my child back to me."

The passengers started talking about it, and some even started to blame Dabao.

"Comrade Public Security." An old man in a Zhongshan suit stood up, coughed twice and said: "I think your working method is very problematic. Just like those three people just now, they didn't do anything. Why did you arrest them?

Also, you snatched this lesbian's child without asking any questions. What's wrong? Are you a policeman from the old society?

When the wife heard this, she cried even louder.

Dabao slapped her back, silencing her cries. He said contemptuously, "Look at what you are wearing, and then look at what this child is wearing. Can you afford to buy his clothes?"

The husband, seeing someone speaking up for them, straightened his back and said, "My husband and I love our child so much that we saved money to buy him some clothes so that he can go to his grandmother's house. What's wrong with that?"

The old man also said with a stern face: "Yes, can't people buy their children some nice clothes? You, the police officer, are making unfounded arguments."

After saying this, he looked at the passengers complacently, and the passengers gave him praiseful glances.

Dabao glanced at him with contempt: "Whose crotch didn't hold you tight and let you out? You kept talking for a long time. I didn't want to pay attention to you, but you kept coming up to me.

I hate old people like you the most. You always try to attract attention by acting like a moralist. You don't do any research or investigation, and you are so self-righteous. You act like you have all the truths in the world and everyone should listen to you. Bah! Shameless!

Judging from your appearance, you should be a cultured person, a teacher, right? I advise you to go home and farm, and stop misleading the students.

The old man was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at Dabao and shouted, "How can you talk like that? I am much older than you, so I am your elder, right? You are so disrespectful and insult me ​​wantonly. What kind of person are you?"

"Forget it." Dabao said disdainfully: "There is no elder as shameless as you in my family. Go wherever you want."

The old man fainted with a creaking sound.

Dabao ignored him and said to the young couple: "I will let you die knowing full well. You keep saying that you love your child, but let me ask you, which mother would let her child go barefoot?

This is clearly the child you stole. While escaping, one of the child's shoes fell off.

Also, if it was your own child, would you give the child sleeping pills?"

When the young couple heard this, their faces turned pale and they collapsed on their seats. Soldiers came up and tied them up.

Dabao waved to Yang Yong and Zeng Hongying, and handed the child to Zeng Hongying.

"Brother Yang, please tell the conductor and the conductor that they must have abducted the child from the previous station. Please ask the conductor to contact the previous station."

Yang Yong and Zeng Hongying were overjoyed. Dabao was really giving them credit. Now they could get a salary increase.

Now the passengers in the carriage were all convinced. I don't know who took the lead, but everyone started to applaud.

Dabao smiled and saluted. He glanced disdainfully at the old man who had just woken up, and led his men to the next carriage...