Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

By the time the old secretary finished speaking, it was almost 10 o'clock.

Li Weijun took out a copper pocket watch that was exquisitely crafted, simple and elegant from his shirt pocket, looked at the time and frowned.

The movie shown today is a long film, which takes about two hours from screening to curtain call. Secretary Qin's short meeting lasted more than 40 minutes. If it is delayed any further, it will probably last until midnight.

In addition to working in the fields to earn work points during the day, the farmers in Qinjia Village also have to bring their own dry food to clear the canals. If they don't get a good rest at night and delay the work, they're afraid that as a projectionist, they'll be blamed.

If Li Weijun wants to be a projectionist comfortably, he will have to deal with Qinjia Village in the future, and he doesn't want to make enemies with the people in Qinjia Village because of this matter.

While he was hesitating whether to continue showing the movie, Secretary Qin, who was dry-mouthed, spoke.

"Comrade projectionist, you see I'm a talkative old man, so I'll apologize first. You can continue showing the movie, and anyone who wants to continue can stay here, and anyone who doesn't want to watch can go home and rest."

After hearing what the old secretary said, many members of the threshing ground looked at each other, and no one was willing to pick up their benches and leave.

For them, the monotonous work every day has already exhausted them. They finally have the chance to watch a movie to relax, so naturally no one wants to ruin this good mood.

Seeing this, Li Weijun no longer had any worries and continued to fiddle with the film equipment. Then he saw Wei Dachun, who drove the donkey cart that pulled him during the day, quietly put a round object into his hand.

"This is?"

Seeing Li Weijun's confusion, Wei Dachun grinned and said, "Boiled eggs. There is a rule in our village that whoever works hard gets to eat, and whoever doesn't gets to eat shit."

After hearing this, and looking at Xu Damao who was looking at him with resentment in the crowd, Li Weijun instantly understood.

After saying thank you, he put the egg in his pocket.

With the current price of eggs and pigeons at 1 cent each, Li Weijun would certainly not treat himself badly for the sake of face.

After the second movie, it was already midnight.

The members still felt that they had not yet had enough, and it was not until Secretary Qin started to drive them away with a gloomy face that they reluctantly carried their benches home to rest.

Li Weijun had been playing the movie non-stop for such a long time that he felt a little thirsty. He took out a water bag from his messenger bag and drank it down in one gulp. Only then did he feel better.

"Comrade projectionist, please leave the equipment in the threshing floor. The militia is watching over it. Let's go eat first. Don't let your stomach get hungry."

The old secretary is quite clear about things and is not petty-minded.

In order to reward Li Weijun, he specially ordered people to slaughter a chicken, and made some stir-fried bacon, mushroom and wild vegetable soup, big white steamed buns, and a bottle of Laobaigan, so that Li Weijun could eat as much as he wanted and not be shy.

There was a large table filled with farm dishes, but only five people sat there: the old secretary, the militia captain, and two production team captains.

Xu Damao was tactless and wanted to move closer to the table, but was pushed back fiercely by Wei Dachun.

"A lazy donkey pees a lot when he's on the millstone, but he's very active when it's his turn to eat. I'm telling you, no way!"

Xu Damao was speechless. He didn't expect that the people in Qinjia Village were so vengeful.

When he thought of the steamed corn bread and corn paste he had eaten, and then looked at Li Weijun drinking and chatting happily with the secretary and team leader at the dinner table, eating a big white steamed bun in one bite, and then happily picking up a piece of chicken with chopsticks, eating with his mouth full of oil, Xu Damao was so angry that his head hurt.

But when he looked at the shotgun in Wei Dachun's hand, and recalled how Qinjia Village had overwhelmed Cantou Village and Zhaojia Village with its own strength last year in order to compete for water resources, he suddenly felt guilty.

After mumbling a few words in a low voice, he went back to the school to rest like a defeated rooster.

Li Weijun took in everything that happened. After expressing his admiration for the simple folk customs of the people there, he just focused on eating.

From time to time, he played finger-guessing games and clinked glasses with everyone. The liquor was strong in alcohol and tasted very spicy with a strong aftertaste. Li Weijun felt a little dizzy after drinking only a little.

"Secretary Qin, I have an unwelcome request. I hope Secretary Qin will take care of it."

When he heard that the projectionist had a request, Secretary Qin quickly patted his chest and agreed, saying with a kind look, "Young comrade, if you have any request, just ask. We in Qinjia Village will never treat our distinguished guests badly."

Wei Dachun, whose face was flushed from drinking, also interrupted and said, "That's right, Comrade Projectionist, if you have anything to say, just tell the secretary. We have good wine for our friends and hunting rifles for our wolves. You can show us movies on an empty stomach. You will be a distinguished guest of Qinjia Village in the future."

Li Weijun had a full stomach after eating so much that he put down his chopsticks and said embarrassedly, "My comrade is snoring, grinding his teeth, farting, and his feet are smelly. I was thinking if we could find a secluded place in the threshing ground to rest at night instead of going back to the school."

Secretary Qin was stunned when he heard this. He thought Li Weijun was going to make some excessive demands, but he didn't expect it was just a matter of taking a break.

After laughing a few times, he quickly said that it was no problem, it was just a matter of freeing up a room.

Li Weijun felt relieved when he saw that Secretary Qin was so easy to talk to. The reason why he wanted to sleep separately from Xu Damao was to wait for Qin Huairu to come to his house in the evening.

If I were to share a room with a rough guy like Xu Damao, all my good things might be ruined.

After another round of drinking, Li Weijun, picking his teeth and staggering with the leftovers in his hand, was led by Wei Dachun to the threshing ground where the grain seeds were stored and he made a simple bed.

"Comrade projectionist, these grains are our hope for the next quarter. You have to take good care of them for us. Otherwise, if we go hungry, I won't be able to report to the secretary."

After Wei Dachun made a simple joke, he lit the cattail stick used to smoke mosquitoes. In order to avoid burning the wheat seeds, he hung it in the air with a wire.

After seeing Wei Dachun off, Li Weijun turned on the lamp and looked around the place where he would stay tonight. Since it was summer, he simply laid a straw mat on the wooden board.

Although it is hard to lie on, not as hard as the Simmons mattress in the previous life, it is not uncomfortable and does not shake.

Li Weijun is not that picky about sleeping, as long as he doesn't sway tonight.

While Qin Huairu was not here yet, Li Weijun began to review everything that happened today.

The copying system can not only copy skills and items, but can even add some upgrades. You will rely on this system to become successful in the future.

In addition, there is a portable space. Although every time traveler has one, it is indispensable.

Some things that cannot be seen in public can be put in the portable space, such as food, meat coupons, antiques, toys, etc., but I don’t know if living people like Qin Huairu and Lou Xiaoe can be put in it.

"Prison is the disgrace of the widow!"

I guess it won't work.

Otherwise the book will disappear...

As for the three villages of the Red Star Commune, Qinjia Village is foolproof. As for the strategy proposed by Qin Huairu in Cantou Village, as long as it works and successfully traps Xu Damao, the position of projectionist will definitely be his.

As for the consequences for Xu Damao, Li Weijun could do nothing to help.

In this world, you either get eaten or eat others...

I was daydreaming when I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Qin Huairu is here!"

Li Weijun became alert and opened the door quietly.

He knew that Qin Huairu would never miss a free meal. Although the food served this time was not as good as the special meals eaten by the steel plant cadres, it was still rare in that era.