Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1253 Bullets, Farewell (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)
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Fang Yan was taken aback, then remembered the pistol that Situ Jie had given him before.

I reported it to my superiors at the time, and they told me to just keep it.

Because when Situ Jie was about to give it to him, they had already taken the bullets, even though the national gun control law was not formally established and fully implemented until 1996.

However, Fang Yan inquired with people and learned that Beijing issued the "Management Measures for Small-caliber Rifles" in 1957, and subsequently introduced a number of targeted regulations to strengthen gun control.

Revolvers are now classified as military firearms.

There are specific requirements regarding the identity of the holder; those who do not meet the requirements cannot legally hold the certificate.

Although Fang Yan's current status is not that of an ordinary citizen, he doesn't seem to belong to the category of holders either.

Although his superiors told him it was fine to keep it, that was only if there were no bullets.

Now things are really messed up; Jin Wubing has brought all the bullets with him.

"Don't just stand there, there aren't many, take them and play with them." Jin Wubing said, trying to shove the bullets in his hand into Fang Yan's hand.

"If you give me this, will anyone else know?" Fang Yan asked Jin Wubing instead of taking it.

"It's just a few bullets, who else would I tell? I knew your gun was out of bullets, so I specially got some for you and brought them over," Jin Wubing paused, then asked suspiciously, "You don't think it's too few, do you?"

Dialectal wave:
"I don't care about having too little, even one is too much for me. No, no, take it away, it's useless to keep it now." He said in his dialect and left.

He now feels that he has no need to carry a gun at all.

This thing is actually a hassle to have in my hands.

"How is it useless? You can use it to shoot guns when you're bored!" Jin Wubing caught up with Fang Yan, who was about to leave, and continued to hand it to him.

"And I know you encountered spies last year. Having this in your hands is definitely better than not having it, right?" Jin Wubing told Fang Yan about what happened after the mid-year conference last year.

Fang Yan stopped, glanced at Jin Wubing, and then said:
"Alright, but I need to let the higher-ups know. If they don't allow me to take it, you can take it back yourself."

Upon hearing this dialect, Jin Wubing immediately patted his chest and said:
"Just say it was a gift from our China Zhi Gong Party, and they'll definitely agree."

"Ha!" Fang Yan was amused; this kid actually knew how to play like this.

At this moment, Jin Wubing had already stuffed the bullet into Fang Yan's hand. This time, Fang Yan did not refuse, but took it and opened the box.

Inside, there were more than twenty bullets neatly arranged.

Although it's not a lot, it's not a small amount either.

Especially when dialects are added to the system, "every bullet can eliminate an enemy" is a piece of cake.

Upon seeing that Fang Yan had accepted his gift, Jin Wubing happily said:
"I'll get you another one when you're done using it."

Fang Yan was speechless and said to him:
"You can hope for me, okay?"

What will happen if this stuff runs out?

"Oh, I meant shooting birds, or just for fun," Jin Wubing tried to cover up.

The two talked as they walked home.

Today, Mr. Zhu is returning to Nantong, and his family is preparing to see him off.

The train tickets were arranged by Zhu Jianye at the train station. Originally, Mr. Zhu could have taken a sleeper berth, but this time he managed to get two consecutive soft sleeper tickets.

However, this time the two of them went back together, while the other comrades from the Nantong health department would stay in Beijing for a few more days, mainly because they had to attend several meetings here.

However, Mr. Zhu and his colleagues don't need to go back to the hospital. Despite his advanced age, Mr. Zhu still insists on seeing patients every day, even when he is over ninety years old.

They persisted until he was completely unable to move.

Being able to rest for a few days at Fangyan's home is a rare holiday for him throughout the year.

Seeing Fang Yan return, Old Zhu glanced at his watch, stood up, and bid farewell to everyone:

"It's about time. Our train is at ten o'clock, so we need to get there early. That's all for now. If you have time, come visit Nantong. I'll treat you well then."

At this moment, Zhu Guangnan stepped forward and said to Old Zhu:
"Uncle, here are some sesame candy and poria cocos cakes that I packed for you. They are from a well-established brand in Beijing. You can have some if you get hungry on the way."

"And this jar of honey, it's freshly harvested from one of my students' homes. You can mix it with water and drink it to soothe your throat. You talk a lot when you're seeing patients, so don't tire yourself out."

Old Zhu smiled as he took the cloth bag, weighed it in his hand a couple of times, and said with a smile:

"well!"

Others also came forward to give them some food for the road. Their travel bags were already full, and now the food for the road made it even bigger. Chen Youqing, who was in charge of carrying the bags, felt a lot of pressure.

Meng Jimin, who had arrived earlier, quickly went over to help with the weight.

After a reluctant farewell, Fang Yanmeng Jimin and his father-in-law drove the old man to the station.

This time, we're using three cars to drop people off; there are many family members, and we plan to send them off as well.

After arriving at the station, Zhu Jianye was already waiting there. He led everyone into his office in the waiting hall, treating it like a VIP room. He made tea and told everyone to wait there and follow him when it was time to leave. Boarding the train in the soft sleeper section was not as crowded as the hard seat section; they just needed to board on time.

Zhu Jianye hadn't seen her for a long time. He inquired about his wife's health. After being treated by Zhu and Fang Yan last year, she had recovered quite well and was now able to get out of bed and do simple daily chores.

Although he can't return to his previous athletic level, he's basically back to normal.

It felt like they hadn't been chatting for long when someone came to tell Zhu Jianye that he could take his people to the car.

The group followed Zhu Jianye toward the platform. These days, it was possible to see someone off at the platform, but you needed to buy a ticket, which cost only a few cents. However, Zhu Jianye was a leader there, and the ticket checkers at the gate let them in directly.

The last time I came to see someone off was when I was seeing my second sister off to Shanghai.

This time it was a similar itinerary.

The only difference is that last time it was a hard sleeper, and this time it's a soft sleeper.

The soft sleeper carriages on the green trains of 1978 were a rarity in railway travel. The entire carriage was painted a bright, dark green, and compared to the hard seat carriages, the windows were polished to a brighter shine. Even the brass handles on the doors were polished to a warm gleam, clearly not intended for ordinary passengers.

Upon stepping onto the train, the first thing you smell is a faint scent of disinfectant mixed with the aroma of old wood.

The floor of the sleeper car was covered with dark brown wooden planks, and the gaps were clean. There were no sunflower seed shells or cigarette butts, which are common in hard-seat cars. Even stepping on it only made a soft "thump" sound.

The carriages are arranged in a "compartment-style" layout. Each soft sleeper compartment occupies two rows of seats, with one upper berth and one lower berth on each side. The four berths surround a small square table in the middle. The table legs are metal, and the tabletop is covered with a light gray plastic sheet. The edges are worn and shiny, but there are no scratches.

The berths are much wider than those in hard sleeper berths. Two people can sit comfortably on the lower berth. The berth is covered with a faded but smooth blue and white striped coarse cloth sheet. The pillows are made of buckwheat hulls and have matching pillowcases. They feel heavy in your hand. The bedding in soft sleeper berths has been ironed and dried in advance at the station's laundry room.

Old Zhu sat on the lower bunk, with a small cloth bag hanging on the brass railing. Inside the bag was a "Passenger Guide" book and two neatly folded coarse cloth hand towels.

"It's much more luxurious than the hard sleeper train to Shanghai," Fang Yan said.

Zhu Jianye smiled and said in dialect:

"At your level, you can also buy a sleeper berth ticket."

Fang Yan paused, then said, "That's right..."

Unfortunately, I've already upgraded to flying.

They exchanged a few more words here, and just as the train was about to depart, Fang Yan and the others said goodbye to Old Zhu. Old Zhu said to Fang Yan:

"I'll send some medical records over when I get back, and you and Jimin can take a look at them together."

Fang Yan and Meng Jimin both nodded.

Meng Jimin bid farewell to Zhu Lao and Chen Youqing:

"Senior brother, take good care of Master on your way back!"

Chen Youqing waved her hand:

"I know, I know, don't you trust me to handle things?"

Then Old Zhu reminded Fang Yan again:
"Keep a close eye on Wang Huiyuan's illness with Lao Tao. If her tongue coating is still yellow and greasy at the next follow-up visit, then we should start treating the dampness. I believe that if the dampness in the spleen isn't removed, the effects of the antidote won't be effective."

Fang Yan nodded thoughtfully after hearing this.

Then, Mr. Zhu said with a smile:

"The next time I come will be for your child's one-month celebration."

Fang Yan said with a smile:

"Okay, I'll definitely let you know when the time comes!"

At this moment, Zhu Jianye addressed the crowd:

"The car is about to move, hurry up and get off!"

Just then, the train conductor's whistle sounded outside the carriage, its long "whoosh" piercing through the noise of the platform.

Fang Yan and the others quickly got off the train, and as soon as they did, the tracks began to vibrate slightly.

"Have a safe trip!" Fang Yan waved to Zhu Lao and Chen Youqing in the car, and the others also waved goodbye.

Soon, the train slowly started moving, its dark green carriages gliding forward like a long snake.

Then the train sped up, and the figures inside the windows gradually became smaller.

After they could no longer see each other, Zhu Jianye called out to the crowd:

"Let's go!"

Fang Yan came to his senses and called the others to follow. Then, the group left the station, said goodbye to Zhu Jianye, and got on the train.

There's also Jin Wubing at home waiting for him to take pictures.

When I drove home, Jin Wubing had already finished taking pictures of the certificate that Fang Yan had placed in the study, and was chatting with his second sister about life in San Francisco, USA.

When my second sister heard this, her illusions shattered. She never imagined that their daily life was so different from the America she had imagined.

When Jin Wubing saw Fang Yan return, he immediately came over to ask for a photo.

He had Fang Yan sit behind the desk, then stood beside her, grinning like an idiot, and had his sister-in-law, a professional photographer, take several pictures of him.

They said they wanted to achieve the feel of "The Godfather".

My sister-in-law had never seen one of those things, so she had no idea what the texture was like; she just pressed the shutter button and that was it.

After filming, Fang Yan checked the time and it was almost 11 o'clock. He had to meet with the nine experts from Northeast China in the afternoon. Since he still had some free time, he called Director Liao.

P.S.: I still owe you 2000 words after finishing this chapter.

(End of this chapter)