The little girl had a rare disease and could not be cured locally. The doctor told her that a large hospital in Beijing could treat this disease.
As they were talking, the little girl suddenly arched her body and coughed, wrinkling the blue and white checkered cloth beneath her. Her mother, Mrs. Zhou, hurriedly dug out a glass medicine bottle from her worn army green satchel and gave it to the little girl.
After Zhao Xiaohai finished eating, he chatted with Brother Zhou and his wife.
The train traveled slowly halfway through its journey and arrived at a station. A few people got on and caught Zhao Xiaohai's attention.
The two of them were wearing baseball caps with the brims pulled down very low. As soon as they got on the bus, their eyes were looking around the car.
A man in a plaid shirt was rushing here from another carriage.
Several people began to exchange glances, then dispersed and sat in different seats.
Zhao Xiaohai saw that these people should be gangsters.
In the 1980s, on the Beijing-Guangzhou, Longhai, Beijing-Shanghai, Zhejiang-Jiangxi, Shijiazhuang-Taiyuan railway lines, several gangs known as the "Northeast Attack Team" and the "Southbound Detachment" were very rampant. The probability of encountering them when taking the train was very high, and you would be robbed or stolen from if you were not careful.
However, the money and the electronic watch were in the space, and I only had about ten yuan in change on me, and there was nothing in the shoulder bag I carried with me, so I could take it or not.
Zhao Xiaohai was not worried. At most he would lose a dozen dollars, and then he could take the opportunity to deal with the sack of videotapes.
At around four or five in the morning, a loud shout woke up all the drowsy passengers in the carriage.
"Robbery, take out all the money you have."
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