Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Zeng Wangcai passed the ball to Zeng Laosan, which can be said to be tactful and respectful to Zeng Laosan, but Zeng Laosan passed the ball to Secretary Wang, which was suspected of flattery.

After all, not all of these fish were caught by the members. It is even hard to say how much fish the members could have caught without Zeng Wangcai. Zeng Laosan and all the other members know this.

Fortunately, Secretary Wang was clear-headed and he had other ideas about Zeng Wangcai, so he did not respond and delegated power to Zeng Laosan.

At this time, Goudan raised his hand nervously and asked to speak. After being allowed, he said, "Village chief, let me speak from my conscience. This matter should be decided by Wangcai. Our village has fished before. You know how much we can catch in the end.

"What did we use before? Fish hooks were made of sewing needles, and fishing lines were hemp ropes. This time, Wangcai brought us real fishing lines and hooks. Not only that, they also used secret weapons invented by experts from the Academy of Sciences. How could we catch fish without them? Grandma!"

Well, the ball is back to Zeng Wangcai's feet.

"This young comrade is right." Secretary Wang was thinking about Zeng Wangcai's secret weapon, and immediately agreed with Goudan's point of view.

Zeng Wangcai knew that it would be bad to refuse again, so he immediately said, "Then how about this, I want 700 kilograms, and the rest will go to the village. Last week, we caught only over 700 kilograms. Is this okay?"

Okay, why not!

Zeng Lao San was overjoyed. He thought Zeng Wangcai would take about 1,000 kilograms. If Zeng Wangcai really wanted to take it, he would not dare to object. If you object, you will not have any fish in the future.

Secretary Wang was also very satisfied with Zeng Wangcai's distribution. He had now figured out the interests involved in this matter. Zeng Wangcai made the greatest contribution to the large catch of fish.

"Okay, okay, even though you are in the city, don't forget your hometown!" Secretary Wang patted Zeng Wangcai on the shoulder affectionately.

The most dissatisfied person at the scene was Zhu Laojiu. Zengzhuang suddenly had an extra 800 kilograms of fish, and he showed up in front of the commune secretary, but what about his own Zhujia Village?

Not only did he lose the fight, he also lost face!

"Secretary Wang, what about my son's matter?" Zhu Laojiu was not giving up. He thought to himself, I am here to collect a debt. So everyone in your village is happy and no one cares about me?

Zeng Wangcai had naturally noticed Zhu Laojiu and his two sons a long time ago, and when weighing the fish, Li Baotian found an opportunity to tell him everything, so he now knew the accusation of Zhu Laojiu and his sons.

To be honest, Zeng Wangcai didn't expect Zhu Damao and Zhu Ermao to tell the story about the quilt. He originally wanted to use this incident to create a psychological trauma in the two of them.

Now it seems that there is no shadow, but the two of them might be keeping an eye on it.

Zeng Wangcai had a guess, but he needed to confirm it. He spoke before the embarrassed Secretary Wang: "Village Chief Zhu, I want to talk to your son alone..."

When Zhu Laojiu heard Zeng Wangcai's address, he was stunned for a moment, thinking, why is this address so awkward? You can either call me Zhu Laojiu or call me the village chief...

But his last name is Zhu, so even though it sounds awkward, there's nothing we can do about it.

"If you have anything to say, say it in front of all of us." Zhu Laojiu didn't want his son to have any contact with Zeng Wangcai alone. He knew that his son was definitely no match for Zeng Wangcai.

He had seen what Zeng Wangcai had said and done just now, and could see that although Zeng Wangcai was young, he was like a veteran in this field, and his words and actions were flawless. He had a firm grasp on the tricky distribution of the catch, and all aspects were satisfactory.

"Village Chief Zhu, there are so many people here, and Secretary Wang is also here. Are you still worried that I will eat your son?" Zeng Wangcai brought up Secretary Wang, putting Zhu Laojiu in a dilemma.

At this time, Zhu Damao interrupted and said, "Dad, I'll talk to the second son and see what he can say."

Okay, my son’s elbow is sprained, what else can I say?

Zhu Laojiu had no choice but to agree.

Zeng Wangcai and the Zhu brothers walked aside to avoid the ears of the villagers.

"You two, let's talk about what happened before, but what do you mean by the cup? Are you going to tell anyone about this? Do you want to give up your reputation?" Zeng Wangcai asked. He wanted to know the two people's true intentions.

Zeng Wangcai guessed that these two guys might not be viewed with ordinary eyes. They could even tell others such things that could cause their own social demise. They must have peculiar character.

"We are not afraid!" Zhu Damao stared at Zeng Wangcai and said, "You did that to my brother, you must compensate me."

"Hey, tell me clearly, what happened to me? It was you who did it!" Zeng Wangcai was shocked. This guy's brain circuit is unusual.

"We don't care anyway. You have to compensate us. If you do, we won't sue you. Just go home."

"What do you want?"

"Cup, you have to get us both a cup."

Oh shit, it’s for this!

The guess was confirmed, but Zeng Wangcai would never give the cup to them, and the reason was self-evident.

"That won't work. I only have one cup. I want to use this treasure too!" Zeng Wangcai said evasively, "I can..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhu Damao interrupted him: "You already have a wife, so why do you need a cup?"

"You know nothing. A wife is not as good as a cup." Zeng Wangcai said in a persuasive manner, "A cup is so obedient. You can carry it with you and use it whenever you want. When your wife is in a bad mood, she will ignore you. Besides, there are always many days every month when your wife cannot use it..."

Zhu Ermao nodded seriously and agreed: "Brother, I think he is right. Cups are good. I have used them. You still have to support your wife, but you don't need cups."

"That makes some sense..." Zhu Damao agreed with Zeng Wangcai's point of view.

Zeng Wangcai held back his laughter and waited for the two brothers' conclusion.

Zhu Damao came back to his senses: "Then how do we solve this problem? Anyway, if you don't give me the cup, we will cause trouble to you in the future."

As the old saying goes, the stupid ones are afraid of the aggressive ones, and the aggressive ones are afraid of the desperate ones.

Zeng Wangcai didn’t know which type these two guys were, but it was obvious that they needed to be dealt with to avoid future trouble. He thought about it and whispered a few words in Zhu Damao’s ear.

Zhu Damao's eyes lit up immediately: "Are you serious? Can you lend it to us when you find it in the future? Also, does pork really have the same effect as a cup? Will it work if I poke a hole in the pork?"

"Don't worry, go back and try it. If it doesn't work, come back to me!" Zeng Wangcai assured.

He didn't think that this would harm two people. Anyway, the barriers between the two people had been opened. All they thought about every day was that thing. They were either peeping at the young wife taking a bath or knocking on other people's doors. If this continued, something bad would happen sooner or later. When they got too angry and used force, another innocent woman would be harmed, and who knows, a family might even be destroyed.

The solution is different if we leave it to them to solve the problem themselves. At most it will hurt their own bodies, which are limited by their own bodies anyway.

The two sides reached an agreement, and the Zhu Damao brothers went back and never mentioned anything about compensation. They ran away while cursing their father. They were anxious to go back and try the method Zeng Wangcai suggested.

Secretary Wang and his colleagues did not expect the problem to be solved so smoothly, and Zeng Wangcai himself was a little surprised.

However, as long as the trouble is solved, the next step is happy things.

There were ten tables set up in the open space in front of the cafeteria. Li Baotian had already prepared the other dishes, except for the last dish of grilled fish.

Because of the unexpected harvest, Zeng Laosan was generous for a rare time. He asked Li Baotian to select a large fish weighing seven or eight pounds to grill. He first killed the fish and chopped it into large pieces, and each table was served with fish pieces made from one fish.

Amidst the mixture of various aromas, Zengzhuang's banquet began.

However, the meal is both delicious and not delicious.

There are more than one hundred households in Zengzhuang, and the population has not moved out. Now there are five or six hundred people in the village, young and old, and they have all come. It is completely different from what was agreed at the beginning that one family would eat alone.