Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

At the Cantou Village Guesthouse, Xu Damao was covering the burning wound on his face and complaining to Ma Xuewu.

"Uncle Ma, you don't know, that old beast whipped at me with his horse whip. If my nephew hadn't dodged quickly, I would have died on the road. And those unruly people in Qinjia Village didn't even leave me a bowl of hot rice, wuwu..."

At the dinner table, listening to Xu Damao's exaggerated description, Ma Xuewu felt that the Wuliangye in the wine cup seemed to have lost its taste at that moment.

"Don't be angry, nephew. Now that we are in my territory, we can avenge our grievances and revenge our enemies. After this meal, Uncle Ma will help you get back at justice."

Ma Xuewu picked up a pig's ear with chopsticks and was just about to comfort Xu Damao when the door curtain of the guesthouse was suddenly lifted and Wei Dachun and Li Weijun appeared in front of everyone with long guns on their backs and serious faces.

"Wow! The meal is quite sumptuous. I was wondering why you were eating alone with the door curtain closed. Uncle Dachun, don't be polite. Come on, you eat this chicken leg and I'll eat the rest. I'm so tired on this journey. If I don't eat something good to replenish myself, I won't have the energy to watch a movie tonight."

Li Weijun grabbed a big chicken leg and ate it with great pleasure, while Wei Dachun was even more generous. He directly picked up the Wuliangye liquor and drank it directly. He exclaimed that it was so spicy and delicious.

"No, I said you are starving ghosts?"

Seeing Li Weijun and Wei Dachun picking up chopsticks to eat as soon as they sat at the table without caring about their image, everyone in the Canned Food Village was stunned. Xu Damao was so surprised that he didn't even notice that his chopsticks had fallen to the ground.

"Did you two make a mistake? The projectionist we invited from Cantou Village is Xu Damao, and the food and drinks at this guesthouse..."

Ma Xuewu reacted quickly and asked his men to calm down. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Wei Dachun suddenly take out the gun from his back, loaded it with a click, and then put it on the table and muttered, "Can the projectionist and the driver eat?"

"I'm afraid that's not possible. We in Cantou Village only recognize Xu Damao as the projectionist, so the food and wine are naturally..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Weijun took out the projectionist's letter of introduction from his pocket and slapped it on the table, then pointed at Wei Dachun's fire stick and said, "This plus this, can you eat this meal?"

As if to cooperate with Li Weijun, Wei Dachun pulled the bolt.

The unique crisp sound of metal seemed so creepy at this moment.

Looking at Wei Dachun's weather-beaten, expressionless face, everyone present swallowed their saliva and their palms were sweating involuntarily.

Although Cantou Village has its own militia, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. If the driver Wei Dachun is really angered, everyone will be in trouble.

As the saying goes, when a common man gets angry, blood splatters five steps away.

No one was willing to take the risk for a meal, just like no one was willing to seek justice for Xu Damao who was whipped.

"We can eat, we are all comrades, there is no need to resort to violence, it's just a meal and wine, isn't it?"

Seeing this scene, even the knowledgeable Ma Xuewu felt a chill down his spine. He quickly forced a smile and enthusiastically asked Xu Damao to pour wine for Wei Dachun.

"Uncle Ma, didn't you just say you wanted revenge? How come..."

When Xu Damao saw Ma Xuewu surrender, he instantly became furious. He didn't believe that Wei Dachun would be bold enough to use violence in the Cantou Village office. If violence really happened, with so many members in Cantou Village, everyone could drown Wei Dachun with a spit.

But unfortunately, Xu Damao forgot the saying that the soft are afraid of the hard, the hard are afraid of the tough, and the tough are afraid of the desperate. Wei Dachun was a childless rickshaw driver with half of his body buried in the loess, and among the people from the Cantou Village present, the lowest-ranking ones were the production team leaders.

Those who are barefoot are afraid of those who wear shoes, and those who wear shoes are afraid of those who are barefoot. No one dares to guarantee that Wei Dachun will not shoot peanuts, so after weighing the pros and cons, everyone chose to remain silent and act like grandsons obediently.

"Revenge? What revenge? We are all comrades, brothers, beloved relatives and friends, and a loving family. What kind of hatred can there be? Damao, you too, old comrade, have come through the journey and traveled hard, you should show some understanding."

Ma Xuewu quickly stopped Xu Damao from talking, fearing that this bastard would anger the vicious Wei Dachun, so he nodded and bowed to Wei Dachun to eat and drink well.

"Secretary Ma said it well. He is worthy of being the secretary. Or rather, he is qualified to be the secretary because he speaks well! Uncle Dachun, you are the same. I said that Cantou Village would not mistreat us guests who came from afar. Hurry up and put away your guns. If they accidentally discharge and injure someone, even gods cannot save them."

Li Weijun didn't want to offend Ma Xuewu completely, so he took advantage of the situation and asked Wei Dachun to put away the fire stick. Only then did everyone return to their seats in fear.

Li Weijun and Wei Dachun enjoyed the meal very much. The whole table was filled with meat dishes, such as roast chicken, pig ears, stir-fried pork with green peppers, and pickled vegetables and tofu. They were very happy to eat them. With a glass of Wuliangye liquor, which was not too intoxicating, they were even better than the emperor!

But everyone in the Canned Food Village suffered, including Ma Xuewu. They all had gloomy faces and ate in fear, fearing that Wei Dachun would be unhappy and make a mess.

Under normal circumstances, this time they would not leave until they were drunk, and the cups and plates were in disarray and their faces were greasy. The people from the Can Village would never leave the table.

But today's situation is special and my calves are trembling with fear. How can I have the mood to pick up my chopsticks?

Xu Damao was so angry that his stomach ached. He secretly blamed Ma Xuewu for being timid and cowardly, and for feeling so aggrieved in his own village office, not even as brave as a coachman.

"Secretary Ma, you are rich and your belt is thicker than ours. We country folk have never tasted such good food. Is it okay for us to take some away?"

Picking his teeth comfortably, Li Weijun suddenly thought of the little village woman Qin Huairu who had rushed all the way to the Canning Village and probably hadn't eaten yet. If the plan was to be implemented, he would have to reward this capable and virtuous wife, so he came up with the idea of ​​using these leftovers.

Wei Dachun didn't even say hello. He stuffed half a roast chicken into his bag with a gloomy face and even took away the wine bottle.

Facing these "pockmarked bandits" in front of him, Ma Xuewu dared not say a word of objection at this moment. He could only force out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Of course, of course, you're welcome, you're welcome."

Looking at the weakling Ma Xuewu, Wei Dachun showed a trace of contempt. He thought that people of Ma Xuewu's level would be as upright and unyielding as the heroes described by storytellers.

Now it seems that he is no different from the lazy man in the village who is afraid of death.

However, Li Weijun did not let his guard down. Sometimes, people who can hold their own are the real dangers. After all, they are now in Ma Xuewu's territory. If they are not careful, they may run into unnecessary trouble.