With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Feng Juanjiao wiped away her tears and ran out of the study, returned to the bedroom and took out Xue Ming's manuscript from under the pillow, then ran to the kitchen and turned on the briquettes stove with fire tongs.

Then he threw the manuscript of "Cao Ailing's Bedtime Story" written by Xue Ming into the briquette stove. The temperature of the coal fire quickly ignited the manuscript and emitted bursts of smoke.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Cao Baoshan was frightened by his wife's actions. He reached for the burning manuscript in a daze.

"No, I'm just crazy." Feng Juanjiao lay on the ground and hugged her husband's calf tightly and wouldn't let go.

Cao Baoshan struggled hard but couldn't break free. He could only watch the manuscript being burned to ashes.

"Now there is no proof." Xue Ming, who was hiding in the space, clapped and gave Feng Juanjiao a thumbs up.

"Only you and I know that the story was originally written by Xue Ming. As long as we refuse to admit it, there is nothing Xue Ming can do." Feng Juanjiao said while crying. The 10,000 yuan royalties had already made her lose herself.

"It's useless. That kid Xue Ming is not easily bullied. He will definitely not let me go after the story is published." Cao Baoshan smiled bitterly.

"So you should compensate him according to the original plan. First promote him to the director of the transportation department, and then find a way to transfer him to your transportation bureau." Feng Juanjiao begged.

At this point, Xue Ming finally understood Cao Baoshan's wishful thinking. It turned out that this old guy really did something sorry for me, so he made a promotion plan with Mr. Zhao by handing in meat tickets.

Xue Ming shook his head and said to himself that you still don't understand me. I have no interest in politics, and I will not deprive my subordinates of their rations to dye my own hat red.

The meat ticket will definitely not be handed over, but it is very helpless if you are stuck in the neck and can't buy meat. Meat tickets that can't buy pork are just waste paper.

In the kitchen of Cao's house, Cao Baoshan knelt on the ground to help his wife up, and held her in his arms with open arms.

"Before liberation, I was an underground worker. Later, I was reported by the traitors and arrested by the white bandits. I did the tiger bench and drank pepper water. I suffered all kinds of torture but did not betray my comrades. Torture cannot destroy my conscience, so A royalties of 10,000 yuan cannot destroy my conscience."

These words were righteous and awe-inspiring. Cao Baoshan shook his head, "It's wrong for us to privately submit Xue Ming's articles without his permission, and it's even more wrong to embezzle his royalties. Do you want me to live in guilt for the rest of my life?"

With tears in her eyes, Feng Juanjiao looked at her husband's face and suddenly noticed that her husband had white hair on his temples. He had no white hair before, but he has become haggard since the manuscript was taken away by Chen Zhenzhen.

"Let's return the royalties to Xue Ming. We don't want things that are not ours. I would rather eat chaffy vegetables every day than do anything unjust. Juanjiao, can you understand me?" Cao Baoshan's resolute face shed two lines. Clear tears.

Feng Juanjiao's heart ached. She married him because she admired his integrity and kindness, but now she wanted to destroy his integrity and kindness with her own hands?

"I beg you to return the royalties to Xue Ming. Although ten thousand yuan is a lot, it cannot buy my conscience. I beg you." Cao Baoshan looked firm and persistent.

Feng Juanjiao's mentality completely exploded, and she hugged her husband's waist tightly. Regret and self-blame gradually appeared on her face.

Xue Ming left the space and left the Family Courtyard of the Transportation Bureau, walking with heavy steps and thinking.

That's 10,000 yuan. The salary of a young man who just joined the factory is more than ten yuan, a pound of pork is only 40 cents, and a pound of carp is only 20 cents.

"If Cao Baoshan sends that 10,000 yuan to my house, would I dare to accept it?" Xue Ming didn't know if he dared to accept it. He only knew that the future of the person who wrote the article seemed to be miserable.

"Let's take it one step at a time." He stopped thinking about the 10,000 yuan royalties, found a deserted place, took out his bicycle and went home, and began to think about letting his comrades eat meat.

Within seven days, we must come up with a solution that can convince the public. If we can't convince the public, things will become a big deal. If the transporter goes to the Transportation Bureau to cause trouble, it will be over.

His mother and sister had already prepared dinner. Xue Ming lost his appetite after eating a bowl of rice, so he put down the bowl and chopsticks and went back to the bedroom to rest.

"This child has something on his mind, Xiaoxue, go and ask what's going on." Liu Yue'e whispered to her daughter-in-law.

Zhao Xue also saw that her husband was worried, so she hurriedly grabbed a few bites of food and went back to the house. She saw her husband sitting beside the desk in a daze. She locked the door and sat next to her husband, "Are you worried?"

Xue Ming nodded and concealed the 10,000 yuan royalties, telling the department store that the transportation department was blocked from buying meat, and the promise of a seven-day appointment.

Both husband and wife were silent. Zhao Xue frowned and helped her husband think of a solution. After an unknown period of time, she suddenly smiled and whispered in her husband's ear.

Xue Ming gradually opened his eyes wide and couldn't hold back after listening to his wife's words. "Your little brain is smarter than mine. You can come up with such a good idea?"

"Husband, it's not that I'm smarter than you, but that I'm more wicked than you." Zhao Xue couldn't help laughing.

The next day, Xue Ming rode to his workplace and went directly to Zuo Changzheng's office. The two brothers made a pot of hot tea and chatted while drinking.

"Brother Zuo, this is what I think. Since Cao Baoshan won't let us eat pork, let's exchange our meat tickets for fish tickets to buy fish." Xue Ming said.

Zuo Changzheng was stunned, "This is too tricky, do you think it can be done?"

"It depends on whether Brother Zuo has the courage. Comrades want to eat meat, and fish is also meat." Xue Ming picked up the teacup and drank tea to give him time to think.

"Fish is different from pork. Pork does not require much oil for cooking. Fish has a fishy smell and requires a lot of oil for seasoning. Our oil coupons this quarter will definitely not be enough." Zuo Changzheng shook his head.

"I will solve the oil problem." Xue Ming directly assured him that the five acres of soybeans in the space farm were about to mature, and all the oil extracted would be enough.

Zuo Changzheng fell into deep thought. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and opened the lock on the drawer and took out a pile of money and tickets.

A total of 1,700 yuan, 80 kilograms of cooking oil stamps, 100 kilograms of pork stamps, and 3,600 kilograms of food stamps. This is the total cost of the Transportation Department canteen in the fourth quarter.

Zuo Changzheng thought carefully and put the 100 kilograms of pork coupons into the drawer, "We will hand over the pork coupons according to Cao Baoshan's wishes, and the remaining coupons will be given to you to purchase supplies."

This means handing over the purchasing rights for the canteen. Xue Ming needs to get 3,600 kilograms of grain and 80 kilograms of cooking oil.

There is a vegetable patch in the backyard of the Transportation Department. These days, the superiors do not give food stamps, so the factory takes matters into its own hands to solve the food problem.

"Brother Zuo, I plan to exchange 100 kilograms of pork coupons for 150 kilograms of fish coupons. If you take away the meat coupons, what can I exchange for fish coupons?" Xue Ming asked.

Zuo Changzheng chuckled, "Of the 1,700 yuan, there is 40 yuan to buy meat. It is not difficult for you to buy 100 catties of fish for 40 yuan, right?"

"Damn it, you are such an unkind big brother. How can you leave all the difficult work to me?" Xue Ming stared at him with contempt.