Teacher He of the Siheyuan

In an ordinary residential building, it is sunny during the day, but here most of the curtains are drawn, and the room is simply furnished, with only tables and wooden chairs.

There are three other people.

"Old He, you're so mean. This Quanjude Roast Duck is almost starving me to death." Wang Weiqiang kept his mouth full of disappointment, as if he had never seen the world.

"Roast duck, I didn't think much of it when I ate it every now and then, but now that I haven't eaten it for so long, my stomach growls when I look at it, and I really want to eat it." Director Yang was also hooked by the delicious, oily and smooth roast duck on the table. mind.

However, He Daqing could see where the two of them were fascinated by the roast duck. He clearly remembered the glorious days before. At that time, there were people who wanted power and authority. They had never eaten any delicious food. If they wanted to change their tastes, why not It can be eaten on He Daqing's small stove.

"Two leaders, don't think that so many war years have been full of bullets and bullets. Now it is just a small tribulation, and it will pass soon." He Daqing coughed and verbally comforted him.

Hearing the sound of coughing, Wang Weiqiang realized that he put away his emotions, and began to pour wine for the three of them, "Director, and Lao He is here to drink. In addition to roast duck, try my niece's side dishes. It's just right for drinking. "

At this time, Wang Xiaoyue also opened the door and came in, and said softly, "Don't be disgusted with the chaos in the house of the uncles. I just made these peanuts. You can taste the saltiness."

"Xiaoyue, don't be so busy, sit down and eat together," Director Yang greeted.

"Director Wang, you have such a beautiful and capable niece, I really envy you," He Daqing praised with a chopstick of freshly baked peanuts that were still steaming.

Wang Weiqiang was very happy that his niece could give him face, and he was about to leave with a glass of wine.

Wang Xiaoyue blushed slightly, and when no one was paying attention, she glared at He Daqing who was still drinking, her big eyes were filled with reproach.

He Daqing smiled to himself, his tone was not so indifferent, and he said with a smile, "Old Wang, your wine is really good, why don't you bring me two bottles when you leave?"

"Haha, old He, you're out of touch now, what's yours and mine? With our relationship, even if you move the wine cellar away, I'll have nothing to say." Wang Weiqiang also noticed the change in He Daqing's attitude, and he was very happy for him. His niece ordered, "Xiaoyue, hurry up and pour wine for your Uncle He. This is the benefactor of our old Wang family."

"Your task today is to take good care of him, do you hear me?"

Things are changing now, Wang Weiqiang, in order to get closer to He Daqing and make up for some betrayals in the past, he does not hesitate to let his niece be a waiter and a vegetable delivery girl.

But Wang Xiaoyue's face froze at first, and then obediently agreed.

Factory Manager Yang was very happy to see all this, thinking that He Daqing reconciled with Wang Weiqiang for his own face, and now his two generals are having a good time with each other, which will be very helpful for defeating Li Xueqin.

Because unity trumps everything.

In the face of Wang Xiaoyue's caring service, He Daqing gave Wang Weiqiang a face and agreed to the arrangement with a slight refusal. During this period, several people exchanged cups and discussed the future direction of the rolling mill.

Occasionally, I care about the little daughter-in-law who pours wine.

"Xiaoyue, you are very talented in cooking." He Daqing commented on a few side dishes, "It's just this cooking that needs to be more careful. If you practice hard, you won't be able to be a female chef in the future."

"Ha ha"

"Old He, you are too flattering. Xiaoyue still doesn't thank you, Uncle He, for your opinion. This is a well-ranked master in the capital," Wang Weiqiang said.

"Thank you, Uncle He." Wang Xiaoyue held back her shame and thanked her.

He Daqing waved his hand and said, "I like a sensible, long-standing and good-looking niece like Xiaoyue from the bottom of my heart."

Wang Xiaoyue picked up vegetables and poured wine from time to time. The atmosphere in the small room was warm and harmonious, and Factory Director Yang occasionally gave advice.

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A desolate and remote suburb, where there are few people and wild grass, it is very depressed, but now this land has ushered in a lot of people, busy with something.

Li Xueqin is visiting two people at Beijiao Farm.

One has gray hair and numb eyes, like an oil lamp that is about to go out, and the other has a face full of vicissitudes and no blood. The only feature is that the face is relatively long.

Yu Zhixin couldn't stand it anymore, and reminded the two people who were in a daze, "Sun Fugui and Xu Damao, the factory manager is here to see you."

"Xu Damao, don't come here"

When Sun Fugui heard this nightmare-like name, he immediately looked terrified and reflexively moved away from here.

There was only one Xu Damao left, and Li Xueqin wondered what happened to these two people in the northern suburbs farm, and why they looked so unlucky that they were dug out of the dead.

Is this farm really that scary?

When Xu Damao woke up, the first thing he said was to ask for help, "Director, please help me, I really can't stand it here."

"Every day we wake up earlier than chickens, go to bed later than dogs, eat rotten vegetables, and dig the ground endlessly with hoes. When there is not enough water, they let us go to the reservoir dozens of miles away to fetch water. It is even more terrifying. What's worse is at night, and the old man will be beaten at night." Xu Damao poured out all the grievances he had suffered these days, and his tone was more aggrieved than a resentful little daughter-in-law.

Regarding the pain that Xu Damao suffered, Li Xueqin also felt that this life is really not human. It seems that the northern suburbs farm that opened up wasteland is a tormenting devil's den. Here it is.

Li Xueqin didn't answer Xu Damao's topic, because he was powerless to save people, so he asked, "Da Mao, what happened to Sun Fugui just now, why did he run away as soon as he saw you, and you are comrades in arms when you get here to support each other"

"Stir the spoon in a pot, and sleep in a trench regardless of each other. Any suffering, tiredness, and exhaustion will soon pass. When we go outside, this is our world."

The corner of Xu Damao's mouth twitched. Why did Sun Fugui run away? Didn't he have sequelae when he broke through his physical limit in the detention room that day?

It's just that this secret can't be told, because he heard a kind old man say that this kind of thing happens occasionally on the farm in the northern suburbs, and newcomers like them are the easiest to encounter.

"Factory manager, Sun Fugui is an old man after all, he has been tossed here a few times, it is inevitable that he will go crazy"

Xu Damao continued, "Factory Manager, you have to be careful He Daqing. We came in this time to do business for you, and messed up Sha Zhu's marriage. That old fox must still be holding back."

"Xu Damao, this is evidence that you came to the door to say that the He family was reactionary. In the end, there was an oolong and the director Sun Fugui also entered the farm. Don't label the factory director indiscriminately." Yu Zhixin is Li Xueqin's follower Little brother, protect the Lord with great eyesight.

"The factory manager is an old man who doesn't rest on days off in order to come to see you specially, but he took several industrial tickets and didn't rush to make amends to the factory."

Xu Damao also knew that he had said something wrong. He was an ordinary worker with no background and entered the big mill of Beijiao Farm. The only person he could rely on was Li Xueqin.

"Clap"

Xu Damao gritted his teeth and slapped himself twice, "Factory Manager, you don't care about villains. I was really worried that He Daqing would plot against you secretly, so I uttered wild words for a while."