Starting from 1950

(Chapter 27, The Little Dark Room, will be available later.)

Su Yang slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a stop.

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see a simple wooden bridge spanning the Hun River a few dozen meters ahead, with a section of the bridge deck completely collapsed in the middle!

"The bridge has collapsed! Help!"

"A car has fallen into the water! Help!"

"Quick, someone come and help!"

Several passersby on the bridge shouted in panic.

Su Yang pedaled his bicycle hard a few times and arrived at the bridge. He looked down at the broken bridge and saw a green Jeep stuck in it.

The Hun River is very long, about two or three hundred li, and runs through the entire city of Shenzhou. The river is also very wide, with the widest part exceeding one li. This side is relatively narrow, but it is still about three hundred meters wide.

There are only three proper bridges across the entire river: two railway bridges and one old bridge for pedestrians and vehicles.

As for the bridge in front of us, it was temporarily built during the war a couple of years ago.

After liberation, the authorities saw that it would be convenient for ordinary people to travel, so they did not demolish it.

However, vehicles are explicitly prohibited from crossing this bridge, so what's going on with this jeep?

At this critical moment, Su Yang didn't think too much. He threw his bicycle onto the bridge and rushed over to help rescue the people.

There were two people underwater, both of whom were obviously good swimmers. Fortunately, the bridge had broken off not far from the north bank, and the water was not deep.

The two were very agile. After getting out of the car, they quickly climbed onto the roof. Unfortunately, the bridge was still two or three meters above them, and they didn't know how to get up there.

There were about a dozen helpful people on the bridge, but they were all as anxious as ants on a hot pan, helpless and frustrated.

"Everyone take off your clothes, tie them together to make a rope, and pull the people up from below!" Su Yang shouted to everyone, seeing that the jeep below was starting to tilt into the mud under the scouring of the water and could overturn at any moment.

"This young man is right! Everyone, quickly take off your clothes and tie yourselves up!"

After Su Yang reminded them, the enthusiastic onlookers realized what was happening and immediately took off their clothes and quickly tied two simple ropes together.

"One, two, three! One, two, three..."

The group split into two teams, chanting slogans, and managed to pull both of them up at the same time.

"Thank you! Thank you everyone!"

The two people who were pulled onto the bridge were soaking wet and looked disheveled, but they still thanked him repeatedly.

The older one was probably not yet forty, with a square face and a calm, authoritative air about him.

The younger ones are in their mid-twenties.

"Why are you driving across this bridge? This is only for pedestrians; cars should use the old Hunhe Bridge," an old man couldn't help but scold.

They usually cross this bridge, but it was crushed by cars. Before this bridge is repaired, they have to take a long detour to cross the river.

"Ahem! We're from out of town, so we don't know much about this," the middle-aged man said awkwardly, his face turning red.

He can't exactly say that he knew where the old Hunhe Bridge was, but just wanted to take a shortcut, can he?

He also participated in the construction of this bridge back then, and trucks could still cross it.

Now that he's back, he wanted to reminisce about the past and walk across the bridge he built himself, but he never expected to cause such a huge mess.

"What about your cars?" someone else asked.

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "I was transferred to work in Shenzhou. Is there anyone familiar with the area who could help me deliver a message?"

He turned his head and saw a bicycle on the bridge. His eyes lit up immediately. "Whose bicycle is that? Could you please go and inform the Limin State-owned Flour Factory in Tiexi District? I'll give you 1 yuan as a reward!"

Upon hearing the price of 10,000 yuan, many people showed interest. Unfortunately, they didn't have bicycles, and the Limin Flour Factory was 20 miles away, which was definitely not an option to walk.

Upon hearing "Limin Flour Factory," Su Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "That bicycle is mine, and I work at Limin Flour Factory. Who are you people?"

The middle-aged man was delighted upon hearing this and reached out to take out his letter of introduction and identification, but found nothing in his pockets.

He slapped his forehead, looking embarrassed. "I left my letter of introduction and identification in the car."

After saying that, he looked Su Yang up and down with some suspicion. "Young man, are you a family member of an employee of Limin Flour Factory?"

Su Yang pulled out his security guard ID from the flour factory from his pocket, showed it to him, and then asked, "Tell me your identities first."

The middle-aged man glanced at it and saw that the document didn't look fake.

However, Su Yang looked like a child of only eleven or twelve years old, and there was no photo on the document. He assumed that Su Yang had stolen the documents of an adult in his family.

He glanced at the crowd, took a few steps closer to Su Yang, and whispered, "I am the newly appointed factory manager of Limin Flour Factory... I... my name is Zhou Zheng."

After he finished speaking, his face turned red again, from embarrassment.

This is so embarrassing. If his old comrades and soldiers in the army find out, he will lose all face.

"Zhou Zheng"

Su Yang read the name aloud, and he was already five or six parts convinced that the other party was the newly appointed factory director.

First, judging from the other person's demeanor, they clearly hold a high position and are most likely a former military officer, which is very common in this day and age.

And since they were driving a Jeep, they were clearly unlikely to be scammers.

He was just a little surprised that it was such a coincidence that he could run into the new factory manager of the flour mill while just strolling around.

"I'm going to ride back and report now. Do you want someone to come with me?" Su Yang asked.

"Political...leader, should I go with you?" the young man asked in a low voice.

"I don't want to be the butt of this show. Li Yan, you stay and watch the car. I'll go with this young man!"

After saying that, Zhou Zheng walked up to Su Yang, who had already picked up his bicycle, with a smile. "Young man, let's go!"

Su Yang nodded and pushed his bicycle toward the main road, with Zhou Zheng following behind him.

Li Yan was left heartbroken, saying he went with Zhou Zheng because he was afraid Zhou Zheng would be in danger.

But according to Zhou Zheng, you don't want to be watched like a monkey, but I do?

Once on the main road, Su Yang hopped on his bicycle and said to Zhou Zheng, "Get on."

Zhou Zheng wanted to say how could he, an adult, let a child carry him, but he couldn't ride a bicycle, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and get on the back seat.

......

The wheels rolled over the not-yet-fully-paved dirt road, kicking up fine dust.

On the way back, there was a small uphill section. Su Yang bent over and pedaled hard on his bicycle.

Zhou Zheng gripped the edge of the back seat tightly with both hands, his body swaying slightly with the bumpy road. His soaked clothes clung to his body, making him look somewhat disheveled, but his back remained straight, exuding the toughness of a soldier.

He saw that Su Yang was riding his bicycle fast and steadily, and wanted to praise him, but he didn't want to disrupt Su Yang's rhythm when going uphill.

After passing the uphill section, we came to a large downhill section.

The wind whistled past his ears, scattering a few beads of sweat from Su Yang's forehead. He stretched comfortably, and only then did Zhou Zheng's voice sound from behind him.