There are more locomotives and coal cars, new water needs to be added to the boiler, and the coal may be filled up. The conductor is still the same Semyonov. When the train enters the station, he is the only one who does not get any rest. Instead, he has to focus on figuring out the stocks of coal and water.
, to evaluate future driving.
After doing this, he still needs to supervise the railway workers to inspect all wheel axles, including replenishing lubricants.
All kinds of work lasted for a long time. The military train entered the station at eight o'clock in the morning and occupied this lane until it set off again at eleven o'clock.
Therefore, Yang Mingzhi was left with three hours of rest time.
"Dear, stop looking. It's still windy and rainy outside. Let's... let's go sit inside the train station for a while?" Yang Mingzhi asked.
"Well, the next step is the work of those workers. If we stand here, it will hinder them." Yang Tao continued to hold her husband's arm and yawned lazily.
"Well, as expected, I slept in the carriage and it was so bumpy that I couldn't sleep comfortably?"
"Of course. But it's also good to go out for a walk."
At this moment, there was another long train whistle, and a new military train appeared in front of everyone.
Yang Mingzhi looked for the sound, and the first thing he saw was billowing black smoke. Finally, the front of the car appeared. The huge red five-star at the front was really unique!
"Ha! Another military column, it's very busy here too?!"
"Of course!" Filudov said loudly: "It won't stop and will rush over like a cheetah. I'm sure it's carrying a bunch of potatoes to support the big cities in the East!"
"How many more military columns are there like this? I mean, how many military columns will pass by in the next two hours?"
"Who knows?" Feliudov shrugged, "Maybe one bus every ten minutes."
A large number of military columns are heading east. They have their own tasks, and most of them will not stop in Nizhny Novgorod.
"Okay, now I just want to go to the waiting hall of the station for a walk. If possible, I also want to go shopping in the city."
"This..." Feliudov immediately panicked, "General, I suggest you not to do this. Our time is very limited, and besides..."
"Forget it, who am I kidding? It's too noisy here on the platform. You see, a lot of workers are still busy. Let's go to a quieter place and sit for a while. Just go to the waiting hall. That should be fine, right?"
"certainly!"
"By the way, there should be some shops in the waiting room, right?"
"Of course there are shops, but..." Feliudov looked confused.
"What? Is it possible that the store is closed?"
"No, probably not. Do you want to buy something? Maybe the store won't sell anything."
"Why?"
"Materials are in short supply."
"Okay, okay, there is a shortage of supplies again. When will the Soviet Union not be in shortage of supplies?" Yang Mingzhi grinned and shook his head. He knew very well that the Soviet Union was in shortage of supplies at all times.
He looked at Feryudov and Castliura: "You all know that I am from China, and we Chinese have a habit of being open-minded."
"What habit?" Feliudov asked curiously.
"What else can there be? I've come here. When I go to Nizhny Novgorod, it's like traveling. I always have to take something with me. I don't care what the store sells. If there are cigarettes, I will buy some. If there is wine, I will
Just buy a bottle. Let’s go, don’t waste time.”
Feryudov and Castliura, the two officers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, knew little about the objects they were escorting, except that the organization provided some materials.
What kind of personality the other person really has can only be understood after being in contact with him for a period of time.
The two of them didn't understand why the general had to take something away, as if not doing so would be a huge regret.
In this way, Yang Mingzhi, escorted by more than a dozen people, strode towards the waiting hall with his wife, and decided to wait here for departure.
…
"Ah, different time and space, but the same feeling."
By Soviet standards, Nizhny Novgorod is quite a big city.
But by the standards of first-century China, measured by population, it was a third-tier city.
The population of Nizhny Novgorod in this time and space is 600,000. After the war broke out, hundreds of thousands of people immigrated here. It absorbed a large number of immigrants from the west, especially some urban areas in Moscow, and its population has grown to one million.
A large city of people.
The population is huge, but the train station is not big.
Yang Mingzhi and his party entered the waiting hall and quickly attracted the attention of the staff. For no other reason than that they were a group of Ministry of Internal Affairs personnel. They walked in from the platform, as if they were attacking the enemy.
After some pleasantries with the staff, the misunderstanding was completely resolved. Yang Mingzhi took Yang Tao and found a long wooden chair to sit down quietly. The same was true for his guards.
Look at where we are now!
Yang Mingzhi raised his head, glanced at the ceiling covered with white ash, and then looked at the surrounding walls.
In that dimension, China and the Soviet Union learned from the Soviet Union in many aspects. For example, the internal conditions of the train station have a rather Chinese feel in the 1980s and 1990s.
The walls are white, with almost the entire lower meter covered with green paint. The waiting hall is small and compact, with public toilets and a small shop.
"Grishenko."
"arrive."
"Take your hat off and go to the store."
"General, do you want to buy something? You..."
"Don't waste time, see what's on sale. If you think you can, just buy it and I'll reimburse you."
"Okay, I'll go, but hat."
"Oh, dear young man, do you still want to show the salesperson your Ministry of Internal Affairs certificate? They will be stunned."
Just now, a group of people had negotiated with a group of staff. In principle, of course, passengers are not allowed to enter the waiting hall in the opposite direction. The so-called passengers should go directly out of the station after getting off the bus. Since the people who came are all from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, they are a group of ordinary people who cannot
Since the guys from the Ministry of Internal Affairs just want to take a rest here, who are the ones they are willing to offend, what else can they refuse? Which idiot would dare to ask them to leave with integrity?
It was through this negotiation that Yang Mingzhi understood something. The current waiting hall has always been deserted and can only be lively for a while on weekends.
It turns out that the current alliance-wide railway system has basically given way to freight trains and military trains, and passenger trains, which were not very developed in the first place, have been compressed to the lowest limit.
Only on Sundays every week, Moscow will send two passenger trains. What's worse is that once the frontline war becomes tense, the only two trains will be suspended.
The passenger trains have been compressed like this, and ordinary people have no complaints here. After all, if there is no chance and no reason to take the train to another city, they will naturally not complain about the fact that there are only two trains per week.
At the same time that the Soviet Union won the battle to defend Moscow, the great eastward migration of the population was basically successfully completed. Many large cities east of Moscow had a large population increase, especially a large number of young women. The cities absorbed these women and quickly transformed them into labor forces.
.
Nizhny Novgorod is an important industrial city. After absorbing a large number of young women, its manufacturing capabilities have been greatly improved.
The city has imprisoned a large number of people. Under the strict rationing system, how do people of all kinds choose to leave in order to make a living and receive food on a regular basis?
Grishenko left in a hurry and came back very quickly. He was holding some paper packages in his hand and the expression on his face was really complicated.
"General." He hurried over and showed what he had in his hand: "You can't believe that... there are actually cigarettes here. It's incredible."
Yang Mingzhi took one look, and every hair on his head stood up immediately.
"What? How is that possible? This is clearly American. What is going on? Camel cigarettes?"
Those present were all employees of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Due to the way they worked, they not only had access to products from countries other than the Soviet Union, but they also had to take classes to understand the basic conditions of capitalist countries and understand their customs, customs and products, which made them
When conducting infiltration operations to spy on intelligence, they will not be exposed.
Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but be shocked, and Grishenko was also greatly surprised: "It's really strange, cigarettes that are not available in Moscow are actually available here!"
"Perhaps it was transported by the railway." Feliudov held his chin and thought for a while, and suddenly an idea suddenly dawned on him, "Ah! I understand."
"What do you unserstand?"
"First of all, these cigarettes must have been shipped from the northern port, and their final destination must be Kuibyshev?"
"What does it matter?"
"Comrade General, you should know that a large number of foreign embassy personnel, especially American diplomats and Western journalists, have moved to Kuibyshev. They are a large group of people who live luxuriously, as if Soviet bread cannot be eaten. All
Everything wants to be made in the U.S.A. I even heard about a black sugar water, oh that’s so weird.”
Yang Mingzhi was a little surprised that Feliudov looked at Americans in this way. On the surface, this man was criticizing Americans for their luxury, but he was probably envious of them deep down.
After making such a guess, Yang Mingzhi believed that this was the fact.
The so-called British and American aid that has just been unloaded in Murmansk, Arkhangelsk, etc. must be of various kinds.
The United States participated in the World War. A large country with a population of nearly 140 million mobilized 53 million of its people to participate in the war. American businessmen stood up and announced to the citizens of the entire federal government that American soldiers would fight on any battlefield.
You can drink Coke for five cents a bottle. And the huge output of spam luncheon meat manufacturers soon made the soldiers who were tired of eating complain why they didn't send real meat.
The United States is fully implementing the national strategy that Congressmen and Roosevelt jointly implemented - all material production must be twice that of the Axis countries, making the United States the arsenal of democratic countries.
They are transporting a large amount of canned meat to the Soviet Union, as well as filtered cigarettes, which are considered luxury goods. With the increase in transportation volume, most soldiers can enjoy the cigarettes that are hardly produced in the Soviet Union and roll their own tobacco with Pravda.
The era of is gradually coming to an end.
Yang Mingzhi estimated that Nizhny Novgorod has received some daily necessities aided by the United States, and cigarettes are no longer surprising.
Now, he must figure out one thing.
"Grishenko, I see you bought five boxes. How much is the total?"
"General, I paid for it out of my own pocket. Each box is worth fifty rubles."
"Well, the total value is not high." Yang Mingzhi could see that his guards were obviously dissatisfied with the price. Think about it, Lao Maozi's food prices are already very high, and American cigarettes that should be cheap are also priced high.
The price is lower, but the price is not more expensive than food.
Five packs of cigarettes is two hundred and fifty yuan. This number is really unlucky. Yang Mingzhi thought for a moment and handed Grishenko three hundred rubles, "Go and buy me another pack."
"I'm sorry General, there are only five packets left."
"What? It's... it's amazing."
Am I really going to do 250? Bah!
"Grishenko." Yang Mingzhi raised his voice, "Now obey my orders. I will give you five minutes. You must spend another fifty rubles. No matter what you buy, buy it for me."
"As you command!"
His soldiers ran away in a hurry. Yang Mingzhi, who had calmed down and felt comfortable for more than ten seconds, suddenly remembered something embarrassing.
What can be found in a store? There are no instant noodles in this time and space, there are no beautifully packaged instant cakes, and there is no Fat House Happy Water in plastic bottles.
Wait a minute! There are Camel cigarettes here, maybe even Coca-Cola?
Thinking of this, Yang Mingzhi simply stood up, leaving Yang Tao confused.
"Brother, do you want to go to the toilet?"
"No, come with me to the store and see what other American products we can find."
Grass can grow on the empty shelves. The small state-owned store does not sell anything. What else can you buy here? Yang Mingzhi is interested in a set of razors. It is said that this thing is quite precious. He is in
I didn't buy it when I went shopping in Moscow. However, the thick dust on the packaging box is really suspicious. If it was really a good thing, someone would have bought it long ago.
The staff in the store were all young women. They had never seen such a battle before. In their lifetime, they were watched by more than a dozen Ministry of Internal Affairs personnel, as if they had committed a great crime.
Feliudov's attitude was also very arrogant. He knocked on the glass cabinet that also contained nothing and said: "Take out all the best things you have here!"
They were all young women, probably forced to live frugally, and they were indeed very slim, but their faces were a little unhealthy. Being frightened by Feliudov made their situation worse.
After all, there are still people who are calm. A calm female staff member is not afraid of power, "Comrade, as you can see, all our products are at the counter. If you need it, you can just pick it up yourself. If you are a disabled customer,
, we will do it for you."
"You! You are mocking me, do you know who we are?"
Yang Mingzhi saw that the woman continued without flinching: "I know that you are all citizens of the Soviet Union. Since you are citizens, you need to act in accordance with the law."
At this point, Yang Mingzhi could hardly stand it anymore. He tried to persuade the excited Feliudov, but he was rejected.
Felyudov signaled to his close comrades: "It seems there is something fishy about this store!"
"Yes!" Castellia directly showed his ID: "According to the laws of the alliance, I have the right to inspect this store. You are actually selling American goods. If you have anything else, take it out!"
"You..." The female staff member suddenly panicked.
The Ministry of Internal Affairs has police power, and the IDs of Kasteura and Filyudov directly indicate that they are from Lubyanka. How can we still provoke such people?
Several female employees were at a loss for a moment. Their worries were really suspicious. Filudov simply rolled up his sleeves: "It seems that the Ministry of Internal Affairs is going to exercise its power to search this store. Grishenko, you and your
People are also ready to take action.”
Yang Mingzhi originally wanted to dissuade him, but after thinking about it, he realized that the Ministry of Internal Affairs was probably used to being domineering, and it was really inappropriate for him to mess with it blindly.
If Youdao was found out, it would be better to take it out on your own initiative. The two female employees did not want to get burned, so they took out a small wooden box from the warehouse. They did not care about the store manager's displeasure and confessed to the internal affairs personnel.
One person said: "This is the most precious commodity we have here. In addition, there are a few bottles of wine."
Originally, Yang Mingzhi had already pulled his wife to take a few steps back subconsciously. The so-called matter had absolutely nothing to do with him.
What was the so-called "most precious commodity"? He glanced along the gap and almost spit out his breakfast.
He immediately let go of his wife's little hand, pulled away his two guards, squeezed directly to Filudov, and pointed at the wooden box with interest: "What's the price of this thing? I want it all."
For Yang Mingzhi, it can be said that whatever he desires comes to him.
What was so special about this wooden box? It was clearly nailed very close to one another, because there was an extremely special spray-painted word in an artistic style in the inscription on the box, a word that made him feel familiar and comforted.