Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

During this period, with Li Weijun's generous teaching and Qin Huairu's own extraordinary talent, she was able to perform the Eight-Section Brocade very well, looking like a contemporary female hero.

I can take this opportunity to achieve the achievement of Temptation of a Heroine.

Who would have thought that I was so busy worrying about Qin Huairu's illness yesterday that I completely forgot to go to the tailor shop to pick up the custom-made clothes and leather boots.

This matter was neither successful nor unsuccessful, and Li Weijun will regret it for the rest of his life.

"Damn it! How could I forget such an important thing?"

Qin Huairu, who was standing by, looked at Li Weijun who was beating his chest and stamping his feet, but she was puzzled. She walked up to Li Weijun and touched his forehead in confusion: "You don't even have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

Li Weijun took the opportunity to lie in Qin Huairu's arms and rubbed against her: "Sister Qin, look, there is no one around here, the sky is clear and the wind is gentle, it's so romantic, just hold on to the tree later..."

Qin Huairu's pretty face flushed instantly. Looking at the spacious environment of the corridor, she stammered, "This, this is not good. What if we run into someone? We will be arrested. There is a cornfield in front. Why don't we go to the cornfield? It's hidden there and no one will find us."

Li Weijun shook his head and refused, trying to persuade him: "I won't go. It's too irritating in the cornfield. There's no wind at all. It's very stuffy. I like this open and spacious place."

"What if I run into someone? Wouldn't my innocence be ruined?"

Li Weijun looked at Qin Huairu who was hesitant, and said confidently: "It's okay, I have good ears and eyes. Besides, I didn't ask you to take off your clothes, you just need to take off a little bit..."

Qin Huairu couldn't stand Li Weijun's constant nagging and had to compromise...

By the time they were on the road again, half an hour had passed. Although Qin Huairu had been very resistant at first and felt that she couldn't move her hands and feet, she seemed to be enjoying it afterwards and hugged Li Weijun's waist dependently.

Li Weijun followed Qin Huairu's instructions and headed towards Qinjia Village at a leisurely pace.

This trip to the countryside for purchasing was the first time that Li Weijun integrated the resources of several nearby villages.

Qinjia Village, Guantou Village, Zhaojia Village and other large villages nearby, as long as they can reap the sweetness of this purchase, they will definitely treat Li Weijun as a guest of honor and serve him well in the future.

In this procurement network, Li Weijun is the undisputed center and weaver, but he is just hiding behind the scenes and controlling the entire process remotely.

Whether it was the secretary of Guantou Village or the secretary of Qinjia Village or Zhaojia Village, the only one who dealt directly with these people was Song Gongming. Even if there was a disaster, Li Weijun would not be implicated.

As for management, although Li Weijun spends most of his time in the city, thanks to the cunning nature of the military advisor Song Gongming, he is able to handle things flawlessly and in an orderly manner.

Yesterday, when Li Weijun was in the Propaganda Department, he called Ma Xuewu from Guantou Village and asked him to inform Song Gongming to wait for him in Qinjia Village Commune in advance and report on the progress of the past few days since he was away.

It is very convenient to get a feel for how many purchase orders we can take on this time.

The purchase order that Li Huaide gave to Li Weijun was open to him to fill out. The more supplies he got, the more money he would make.

Near noon, the outline of Qinjia Village finally came into view.

After instructing Qin Huairu to follow the plan and introduce Old Man Qin to him, in order to avoid suspicion, they entered the village one after another.

In the reception office of Qinjia Village, Secretary Qin was smoking a cigarette anxiously and pacing back and forth in the room.

Song Gongming, who was standing aside, seemed calm and composed, flipping through the historical novel at a leisurely pace.

Finally, Secretary Qin lost his temper and said, "Gongming, will Li Weijun come to purchase the goods this time? If we delay any longer, the fish we raise will all turn upside down. If we salt the fish again, our village won't be able to collect that much salt!"

Song Gongming stretched himself lazily and said slowly, "Old Secretary, why are you so anxious? It's not lunch time yet. How can we be short of these little things? Just wait. I think you should ask Wei Dachun to catch these fish after dark, cover them with wet straw, sign a note, and then haul them to the steel mill overnight while it's still cool, so that they won't stink."

Qinjia Village is located upstream, so there is a dense network of rivers and any randomly enclosed area can be a pond for raising fish.

During this period, in order to cooperate with Li Weijun's procurement, some members went to the river in the dark to catch fish. The lively fish were kept in pens, while the fish with white eyes were dried with bitter salt to make salted fish.

Everyone has been holding back their energy these days, just waiting for Li Weijun, the tough guy who came out of nowhere, to bring the purchase order.

So that all the hard work of these days can be exchanged for tangible benefits.

"Well, Comrade Projectionist, I can certainly trust you, but the sky is high and the sun is shining, and the fish in the pond will be starved of oxygen and their bellies will turn white. They will stink and rot, which is a pity!"

Secretary Qin put out his cigarette, took a long sigh, and was just about to call Wei Dachun to secretly organize some strong young men in the village to go to the river to catch fish as soon as possible.

But the next second, Li Weijun, wearing a straw hat, walked into the guesthouse with a smile: "Old Secretary, how are you? I haven't seen you for a while, and you look better. Is there any good news?"

"Hey, as soon as you mention the devil, here he comes. See, old secretary? Our boss is here. Even the Speedy Dai Zong can't beat him at this speed. So, don't worry, you won't lose the fish."

Song Gongming, who had been drinking tea calmly, saw Li Weijun coming and hurriedly stood up and respectfully reported the situation in Qinjia Village and several nearby villages in the past few days.

Due to the special water conditions, Qinjia Village was able to purchase as much as 500 to 600 kilograms of fish, including more than 120 kilograms of salted fish, grass carp, crucian carp, silver carp, bighead carp, shrimp and the like, totaling more than 400 kilograms.

The demands are very simple. They want some money or daily necessities, such as matches, soap, fruits, snacks, etc. The money will be used to purchase better wheat seeds.

The Canning Village can purchase over a thousand kilograms of green-skinned watermelon, seven or eight hundred kilograms of corn, and more than two hundred kilograms of mutton.

These were all done privately by Ma Xuewu, the secretary of Cantou Village, who ordered the bold production teams to do them. They were not included in the public grain tax. Otherwise, the more than 600 acres of melon fields in Cantou Village alone would have been more than enough to supply watermelons to the tens of thousands of people in the steel mill for their summer consumption.

Ma Xuewu's appetite is indeed big, he only wants money. This demand is actually the easiest to solve. Li Weijun can fill in the amount on the purchase slip and he can just go directly to the logistics department to go through the process and get the money.

As for Zhaojia Village, which is located in a remote and cool area, it can purchase more than 400 kilograms of mutton and more than 500 kilograms of chicken, as well as some honey and mushrooms, which are all secretly raised in the back mountain of Zhaojia Village.

There is only one demand, and that is food, nothing else.