Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

"Oh, it's Sister Qin. Wait a moment. We are neighbors living in the same courtyard. We'll see each other sooner or later. Uncle has come to my place. I guarantee you've come to the right place. You can never mistreat Uncle Qin, even if you mistreat anyone else."

Li Weijun didn't expect Qin Huairu to pull Old Man Qin over and revive him so quickly. He waved to the dog-headed military advisor in a hurry.

Seeing this situation, how could Song Gongming not know that the boss must be having something fishy going on with this beautiful lady.

He chose to remain silent wisely, and hurriedly and respectfully led Qin Huairu and the honest and hesitant old man Qin into the house.

He looked Qin Huairu up and down with his cunning little eyes, and suddenly his eyes lit up. She had almond-shaped eyes, curved eyebrows, skin as white as cream, and a well-proportioned and voluptuous figure.

That kind of novelty of being charming without being vulgar, enchanting without being gaudy, is definitely what makes her a pretty girl in the area. No wonder the head of the family is so obsessed with her.

On the contrary, the father, Old Man Qin, had a dark face, a straight nose and a wide mouth.

He was wearing high-waisted trousers and straw sandals, dressed like an ordinary farmer. When he saw Li Weijun and Song Gongming, he scratched his head nervously and grinned.

"Thank you for your hard work, leader. I heard from the girl that although I am not good at talking, I can endure hardships and work hard. If the leader tells me to go east, I will never go west. Whatever the leader says is what I do."

Seeing the old man Qin showing his loyalty, Li Weijun naturally did not dare to be arrogant.

He quickly asked Song Gongming to pour a glass of boiled water, and then glanced at Qin Huairu who was beside him with full of expectation.

Knowing that this little devil was extremely happy at the moment, he simply flattered her.

"Old comrade, you can just call me Weijun. We comrades don't talk about those empty words. This time, our steel rolling mill wants to purchase materials from various brother communes. I think I can't live in Qinjia Village all the time, so I want to find an agent. It happens that Sister Huairu said that the old comrade is familiar with the local customs and knows every detail, so I want to bother the old comrade. The issue of remuneration is easy to discuss."

"Leader, you, you have helped our family a lot. I, Qin Rongguang, kneel down to you. After Huairu married and moved to the city, her mother was in poor health and could not earn work points in the fields. There were also several half-grown boys in the family. How could we afford to feed them by digging in the soil..."

Qin Rongguang cried and was about to kneel down.

Fortunately, Li Weijun and Song Gongming were quick to stop it, thus avoiding an embarrassing situation.

Qin Huairu saw her father crying and sobbing.

I couldn't help but be touched. Indeed, my father's back had become hunched over the years, and his jet-black hair when he got married had now turned completely white.

He worked in the fields every day and could only earn a few work points, while still having to take care of his mother who was constantly ill and his younger brother who was still growing up.

However, this unfilial daughter would go to the countryside to beg for money every once in a while, only caring about her husband's family and completely forgetting about the famine in her own family.

Especially after learning the true face of the Jia family, Qin Huairu felt extremely remorseful. She couldn't help but have red eyes and choked up a little.

"Sister-in-law, this is a good thing. Why are you crying? Everyone should stop crying. I will cook for you this afternoon. Let's have fish."

Song Gongming rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook.

Although this adobe house was built not long ago, there is indeed a lot of firewood piled up inside, which is all the leftover firewood from building the roof.

Song Gongming also brought bowls, chopsticks, oil and salt from home. There was an earthen kiln in their village, which usually fired pottery or took on the task of firing red bricks.

So getting some ceramic bowls, pots and the like is nothing.

After comforting Qin Rongguang, Li Weijun briefly explained to Qin Rongguang some specific matters and precautions of the purchase.

It’s actually simple. Usually, Song Gongming is responsible for contacting Qinjia Village, Guantou Village, Zhaojia Village and several nearby small villages.

All Qin Rongguang had to do was to do some weighing and counting, be responsible for contacting various families, provide cover at critical times, etc. Most of the time he was free to go to the fields and earn work points.

If you encounter any emergency, just report to Song Gongming in time.

After learning that his task was so simple, Qin Rongguang rubbed his eyes in disbelief and said in amazement: "Leader, you are serious, this is the only job? Then I can't do it, wouldn't it be taking advantage of you? Although I am poor, I still have some backbone."

Seeing that her father refused, Qin Huairu shook Qin Rongguang and said, "Dad, this is the intention of the Wei army, so don't refuse it."

Li Weijun didn't expect that the old man would be so stubborn.

I thought, "Old man, how can you be considered freeloaders? If you don't agree, then what I promised Qin Huairu before will become empty words, right?"

After some persuasion from the two, Qin Rongguang was flattered and agreed.

For some reason, he always felt that there was something subtle about the relationship between Qin Huairu and the purchasing agent.

He knew his daughter well. She was neither happy nor sad every time she came home from the countryside, but after entering this house, the smile in the corners of her eyes never stopped.

Even before coming, she washed her face with soap and put on rouge.

There might be something fishy going on here.

Could it be?

Qin Rongguang was thinking about all sorts of things in his mind when the production team leader Wei Dachun came rushing over in a hurry.

Panting, he said, "Weijun, it's bad. You should go to the west end of the village. Ma Xuewu, the secretary of Cantou Village downstream, has brought a large group of people, wielding hoes and rakes, and is attacking us without any explanation!"

"What? Ma Xuewu from Cantou Village is leading the members to attack us!"

This remark caused a thousand waves. Li Weijun, who had finally sat down and drank a sip of water, stood up suddenly.

Without time to think, he quickly put on his clothes and trotted to the west end of the village with Wei Dachun and others.

At this time, at the west end of Qinjia Village, at the small bridge and flowing water, two gangs of ferocious and aggressive members were confronting each other across the bridge.

The weapons in their hands were of all kinds, including rakes for raking grass, shovels for digging ditches, and spiked rakes for hoeing the ground. These original farm tools had now become handy weapons.

If it is raised high, it will cause a bloody cut if you are not careful.

On the other hand, the momentum of Qinjia Village seemed much weaker.

Several burly farmhands huddled tightly in front of Secretary Qin, fearing that they might accidentally hurt the village secretary when a fight broke out, leaving them with nothing in their hands.

But it's not their fault. The incident happened suddenly, and everyone was fishing with great interest, so they didn't have time to get their equipment. They could only go out with their bare hands. Only a few people held harpoons with their eyes wide open.

It can be said that Ma Xuewu's surprise attack this time really caught everyone off guard.

Ma Xuewu, the secretary of Cantou Village, had a cigarette in his mouth and was followed by a group of young men. He was greeting Secretary Qin with sweet words.