Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

After reporting the supply and demand situation of each village to Li Weijun, Song Gongming rubbed his hands and smiled with some ambiguous meaning: "In addition to these purchase matters, the boss has specifically explained the situation of the pretty widows in each village..."

Hearing this, Li Weijun instantly became interested and signaled the dog-headed military advisor to lower his voice and tell him in detail the intelligence he had collected in the past few days.

It is said that it is easier to get things done with acquaintances. There are many people in the nearby villages, and it would be extremely difficult for one to understand the situation of each person by oneself.

With the assistance of the military advisor, even the worry of asking questions can be omitted, and we can just sit back and enjoy the results.

"Hey, head of the family, you don't know that there are many widows in Qinjia Village. The wife of the former team leader of the production team at the west end of the village, Huang Juan, is only 21 years old this year. She has a very graceful figure. It is said that she escaped from the south during the war. She sings the Yimeng folk song like an oriole. Her face is also beautiful. It seems that water will come out if you pinch it."

As he spoke, Song Gongming deliberately paused for a moment. Just as he was about to sell the lawsuit, he was glared at by Li Weijun in dissatisfaction.

"If you have something to say, please say it quickly. Don't keep trying to kill me. What's the point of filing a lawsuit? Hurry up and tell me what you know."

What Li Weijun hates most is this kind of deliberate showing off and deliberately whetting people's appetite.

If you have something to say, then say it directly. Being straightforward can save both parties’ time and avoid some unnecessary ambiguity and trouble.

"Okay! I feel relieved with the boss's words. Then I'll tell you, Huang Juan can sing Yimeng folk songs, but more importantly, she is a white tiger that brings bad luck to others. People within a few miles say that she is a jinx, so Huang Juan has been living alone all these years."

"What the hell? A white tiger that kills people. How did you figure it out so clearly? Could it be that someone let you see it?"

Li Weijun was shocked when he heard that there was such a character in Qinjia Village.

Even if they come from later generations, they have rich reading experience.

But Li Weijun had never seen such a naturally barren land.

Even if you have seen it, most of them are artificially created and look like a layer of stubble.

"Boss, why are you competing with me like this? I've never seen pork, but I've seen a pig run. I heard this gossip from Wang Erlangzi, the village head. When Huang Juan was squatting in the toilet, Wang Erlangzi secretly lay down to watch, and I just found out about it."

Song Gongming defended himself somewhat aggrievedly, "If you ask me, although Huang Juan's behavior is a bad omen, that is only for ordinary people. I have already told our master about his fortune. He is very rich and powerful, with a bright future and a prosperous luck. Let alone a small white tiger, even if there are ten or eight more, it would not be a big deal."

Not to mention, Li Weijun felt quite comfortable with Song Gongming's flattery.

After nodding slightly, he motioned for Song Gongming to continue: "That's too much. In this new society, we don't believe in face reading. We need to believe in science."

"Yes, yes, yes, what the boss said is very true. Let's talk about science, let's talk about science. Huang Juan is clean and hygienic. Don't think that I was just a storyteller under the overpass before, but I also learned some medicine from foreign missionaries. Bacteria? Yes, it's bacteria!"

"Ordinary people have too much energy, which can hide dirt and filth, and are difficult to clean. They are full of bacteria and are unhealthy, and they are prone to illness. But Huang Juan's body is fully exposed, so there is no place for bacteria to hide. It is much safer. And with the handsome appearance of the head of the family, Huang Juan may come to this room by herself after I tell her."

Song Gongming was so thirsty that he drank a few bowls of water and was just about to continue explaining his research in this area.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Secretary Qin, who had been waiting outside the door, coughed meaningfully.

It was at this time that Li Weijun noticed that Secretary Qin had been waiting for him at the door to inspect the results.

My heart tightened involuntarily, and I was somewhat worried that Secretary Qin might have heard my conversation just now.

But Song Gongming didn't care about all that and continued to talk endlessly about the benefits of the white tiger.

Seeing that this guy was becoming more and more outspoken, he looked at Secretary Qin in front of the door, who was looking in this direction with a look of curiosity.

Li Weijun hurriedly coughed to cover up his embarrassment and turned his back.

"Well, Gongming, you've been busy with the procurement these days. You've really worked hard. So, let's talk about business first, and we'll talk about the rest in the evening."

How could a cunning man like Song Gongming not know what Li Weijun was thinking?

After pausing, he instantly realized that Secretary Qin was still waiting outside the door.

Li Weijun was the first one to discover that walls have ears, while he was still kept in the dark.

This was simply an insult and dereliction of duty to the top military advisor. Song Gongming quickly slapped his mouth in self-blame: "The boss is right, I was impatient, I apologize, the boss is here to take care of the purchase, how can he care about these romantic things..."

Seeing that his top military advisor was so capable, Li Weijun nodded with satisfaction.

Speech is an art. Sometimes you can speak profoundly to someone you just met, and sometimes you can speak profoundly to someone you just met. This requires flexibility and the ability to respond flexibly is a test of your agility of thinking.

Facts have proved that Song Gongming was worthy of his life as a crosstalk performer who once walked the streets under the overpass to tell stories. His eloquence and the ability to adapt to different people were honed to perfection.

"Hey! These two are tinkering with something."

Secretary Qin, who was standing outside the door to avoid suspicion, looked at the two people arm in arm in the room and felt completely confused.

He just vaguely heard something about tigers and thought that the two were telling the story of Wu Song fighting the tiger, or discussing which mountain there were some fierce tigers.

These days, although the tigers that once committed crimes have been hunted down almost entirely by the militia teams formed in each village, there are still a few that have escaped the net.

In addition to tigers, there are also wild wolves on the barren hills not far from Qinjia Village. Although there are not many of them and they can only sneak into the village to steal chickens, they are indeed a considerable hidden danger.

But due to my status, I couldn't ask and could only let my imagination run wild.

He took out a self-rolled cigarette from his pocket and lit it with trembling hands. He felt the burning sensation of the smoke passing through his lungs and couldn't help but shed tears.

There's no way, I'm really afraid of being poor.

Although the Qin army relied on its upstream position to have a good harvest every year, the members of each household could only barely make enough to avoid starvation.

Some large families don't even have decent clothes. It's okay in the summer, but in the cold winter, the whole family can only huddle miserably under straw quilts.

I pray that I don’t catch a cold and spend this cold winter safely.

So, when Li Weijun proposed to come to Qinjia Village for purchasing, Secretary Qin was deeply moved.

Speculation? Not happening!

Live by the mountain, live by the water. What's wrong with catching fish from the river and selling them to the hard-working workers to improve their food?

To show their gratitude, the worker comrades donated some matches, soaps and cloth. Doesn't that reflect the close relationship between workers and peasants?

But Secretary Qin’s only worry was that Li Weijun might not be able to eat so much.

These days, Secretary Qin has inquired about a lot of information from several nearby villages and communes. The canning village alone has prepared thousands of kilograms of goods. How could a small projectionist be able to consume so many supplies?

He didn't know that Li Weijun couldn't eat so much, but Li Huaide could, and not only that, but he had a big appetite.

The steel rolling mill exceeds its target tasks every year, and part of the economic benefits generated are used to support construction, while the other part is intercepted by the steel rolling mill itself for life.

Otherwise, who will provide the welfare benefits in such a large factory with tens of thousands of employees?

In those days, the steel rolling mill was extremely wealthy, and even the people standing guard in the security department were much more well-off than ordinary police officers.

As Secretary Qin was waiting anxiously, he saw Li Weijun waving with a smile on his face.

"Secretary Qin, I trust you with the weight of this batch of fish, so we won't weigh it. Let's keep it steady. We're old acquaintances. I'll round it up. If you have more than 500 kilograms of fish, I'll take 600 kilograms of fish. The salted fish and ordinary fish are the same price. What do you think?"

With Song Gongming keeping an eye on things these days, Li Weijun wasn't afraid of falsification of the weight. Besides, fish are highly water-loving, and the prices of idle fish and live fish are different. To save trouble, he just purchased about 600 kilograms.

Anyway, this batch of goods will not be eaten for a few days after it arrives at the steel rolling mill. If we work hard to make it, all the employees will finish it in one meal.

"Okay, no problem, Comrade Projectionist, you've helped us a lot. Don't worry, the catch this time was small because everyone was not mobilized. Next time, I promise, it will definitely not be this amount!"

Secretary Qin was flattered to take the purchase slip. After confirming the authenticity of the red stamp and signature again and again, he looked at it left and right and was extremely happy.

Although it is just a light piece of paper, with this piece of paper, you can go to the steel mill and get things that you cannot dig out from the ground.

Li Weijun was also happy when he saw the excited Secretary Qin. He took the opportunity to tell Qin Huairu that he wanted Qin Huairu's father, Old Man Qin, to be in charge of purchasing for the village.

For future purchases, Song Gongming can just discuss it with Old Man Qin.

In terms of remuneration, Li Weijun and the commune each contributed a little, which was a drop in the bucket compared to the proceeds from procurement.

Although Secretary Qin was puzzled by this, he did not think much about it and agreed readily.

As the village secretary, his main task is to focus on production, so it would be great if he could have someone to share the pressure of purchasing.

He happily took the purchase order and went to inform Wei Dachun to go fishing.

Taking advantage of this time, Song Gongming led Li Weijun to inspect the resting place specially vacated for Li Weijun in Qinjia Village.

Since purchasing is a long-term job, one would be in the countryside for several days, and just living in the threshing ground was not a good idea.

Therefore, Qinjia Village deliberately chose a time when the sun was high in the sky and invited the young people in the village to build a spacious adobe house with three entrances.

The roof was made of bamboo, dried straw and tiles. Li Weijun entered the adobe house and looked around. He found that in addition to the kitchen, there were bedrooms and storage rooms.

Especially in the bedroom, according to Li Weijun's instructions, an extremely sturdy and durable bed with a length and width of two and a half meters was built.

There is a layer of reed mat on top, so it is cool to live in in summer.

"Boss, are you satisfied? I picked this Feng Shui treasure land specially. It's warm in winter and cool in summer. There are mugworts around, so there are few mosquitoes. I also specially asked for a tabby cat to catch mice. From now on, the next room will be used to store the purchased things, and the other room will be used for cooking. As for such a big kang, hehe..."

Li Weijun couldn't help rolling his eyes when he saw Song Gongming's malicious smile.

"You're just too talkative. Secretary Qin almost overheard what we said. If you have anything to say, let's talk behind closed doors to avoid being overheard. By the way, is your mother doing well these days?"

"It's fine. Thanks to the head of the household for taking so much trouble to provide rice, flour and white roosters. The white roosters lay eggs every day, and my mother is very happy at home."

When Song Gongming saw that Li Weijun was concerned about him, he felt that all his running around these days was worth it.

Because he used to be a storyteller and singer under the overpass in Beijing, after returning to the village, he could not carry anything with his hands or shoulders, and was not good at farm work.

So the commune specially arranged for him to perform crosstalk for everyone every once in a while, and he would still receive work points.

That's why Song Gongming had the spare time to take care of the purchasing, and there was a reason for that. There were several nearby communes, and they were busy performing crosstalk and moving around, and they got all kinds of information.

"Crosstalk? That's good. I think that if you go from village to village, you will be well-informed about everything. That's good. But when it comes to our procurement, you must be careful and keep your mouth shut to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Li Weijun stroked the head of the tabby cat that was looking around at him, and looked at the layout inside the adobe house. There were pots and pans and some simple tables and chairs. Although it was simple, it had everything he needed. It was usually used as a place to stay when he went to the countryside, and it was indeed convenient for him to spend the night.

"Don't worry about that. If things are not kept secret, they will not be accomplished. I have done everything the head of the family ordered me to do without any leaks. Not to mention outsiders, even our village secretary doesn't know what I have been busy with recently."

In addition, Li Weijun had previously told him about the pretty widow, so Song Gongming really brought a lot of good news this time. He was just about to tell Li Weijun with a wink.

The next second, Qin Huairu's clear voice was heard outside the room: "Wei Jun, I brought my father to see you. He is willing to help you share the purchasing work."

Speaking of this, Li Weijun remembered what Qin Huairu had said before, that is, to ask his father Qin Rongguang to help him with things.

On the one hand, even if he wanted to repay Qin Huairu for her sincere care for him these days and get some benefit from it, on the other hand, Qinjia Village is really a big village, and Song Gongming could not take care of everything by running back and forth alone.

He placed his own spy and helper in Qinjia Village to facilitate his purchase work in the countryside.