Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Li Weijun tossed and turned in the village guesthouse, unable to fall asleep. At daybreak, he simply picked up an oil lamp, found a lakeside and began to practice the Eight-Section Brocade taught by his grandfather.

The so-called Eight Section Brocade is actually a kind of guided Qigong, but the "Qi" here means regulating the breath. The movements are continuous and if you practice it diligently, it can help to cultivate your body and mind and prolong your life.

Li Weijun was practicing the Wu Ba Duan Jin, a form of Northern Ba Duan Jin. His moves were sharp and vigorous, his movements were smooth and flowing. After only a quarter of an hour, he felt a warm sensation in his lower abdomen, and even his indestructible waist seemed to have become stronger.

Exhaling a breath, Li Weijun felt that the little bit of strength he had gained from struggling with Qin Huairu last night seemed to have recovered.

"If I had known that I should have practiced Ba Duan Jin to conserve my energy before paying my taxes last night."

After retracting his action, Li Weijun looked at the calm lake and felt a little melancholy. In this era of extreme material scarcity, without games, comics, movies and other entertainment, time seemed so long and unbearable...

However, we can't say anything too absolutely.

Smelling the faint scent of Qin Huairu's cold cream on his lips, Li Weijun suddenly felt that the world was not so boring after all. He took out a cherry red bellyband from his pocket, chuckled and put it into the space.

This was something Qin Huairu accidentally left behind when she left in a hurry. Since it has no owner, it should naturally belong to someone with virtue.

For example, in later generations, there were various popular immortals in various fields. Those who were good at barbecue were called barbecue immortals, and their representatives were Li Mei, who was good at making barbecue, and Hua Tiegan, who was loyal and brave. Those who were good at playing basketball were called Aikun immortals, and their representative was Ji Ge. After much thought, Li Weijun felt that it would be better to call himself the Bellyband Immortal.

Qin Huairu, the sweetheart whom Sha Zhu had tried so hard to get, was made to obey him just by talking to her. She was even willing to lend money to him to buy a bicycle without telling her husband Jia Dongxu.

What do you call this? This is called ability. A wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat, and a dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit.

In the courtyard of Nanluoguxiang, Qin Huairu was not the only one wearing a bellyband, and Li Weijun happened to be a collector, so there was nothing he could do.

Thinking of his frail and petite eldest daughter Lou Xiao'e, who was equally lovable, Li Weijun felt full of energy.

No, I must find a way to pursue Lou Xiao'e before this beautiful flower is contaminated by Xu Damao's pile of cow dung.

After getting Lou Xiao'e, apart from other things, he would have no worries about food and clothing. You know, the Lou family can now be considered a wealthy family, and Lou Bancheng's reputation is not undeserved. As for the family's decline, that happened 65 years later.

If Li Weijun had managed to win over Lou Xiao'e during these years of being alone, with Lou's father as his strong backer, he would have no problem competing with Li Huaide with his experience and abilities from two lifetimes, let alone being a projectionist in the Propaganda Department.

But these are all things to come for the time being. What is more important right now is how to kick Xu Damao out of this projectionist review.

There are three villages to be investigated. After Xu Damao's trouble and self-destruction, Secretary Qin's letter of introduction to Qinjia Village must be for himself. As for the remaining two villages, as long as Qin Huairu can complete the deployment as planned last night and make Xu Damao fall into the beauty trap, then Li Weijun can be said to have a sure grasp of the projectionist position.

Only if you become a projectionist can you be said to have a bright future. Otherwise, you will be called a vagrant by the neighbors in Nanluoguxiang.

After getting himself in a good mood, thinking about the long journey to the Cantou Village to show a movie after breakfast, Li Weijun hummed a little tune and happily arrived at the village guesthouse.

Qinjia Village is a medium-sized village, neither too rich nor too poor. The food provided by the village guesthouse is pretty good. Although not as rich as last night, the white flour buns, homemade pickles and boiled eggs are all good.

Li Weijun peeled two boiled eggs, drank a large bowl of white rice porridge and four large white steamed buns. He licked his lips with satisfaction only after he had slurped up the last grain of rice in the bowl.

Wei Dachun, an old man who was responsible for escorting Li Weijun and Xu Damao to Cantou Village to show movies, also got some benefits because of his job and ate big white steamed buns and rice porridge with Li Dengyun.

Li Weijun was only eight-tenths full when he started picking his teeth. However, Wei Dachun, who usually ate dried sweet potatoes and steamed bread to fill his stomach, had finally got this opportunity and naturally would not let it go easily.

As the saying goes, if you have a good deal, you'd be a fool not to take advantage of it. Anyway, the meals were paid for by the village committee, so Wei Dachun naturally had no reason to be polite.

He swallowed rice porridge, white flour buns, and brightly colored pickles in one gulp, as if he didn't even chew them. He ate with a look of intoxication and forgetfulness.

Even the middle-aged woman who was cooking nearby couldn't help but complain: "Dashachun, watch your eating manners and don't embarrass our village in front of the projectionist. If you keep eating, the other projectionist will have no food left. Then what about the projectionist from the city who will be left to starve?"

It would have been better if she hadn't said anything. After she finished speaking, Wei Dachun ate without any worries. His cheeks were bulging with food, and he muttered incoherently, "It's his fault that he didn't get any food. If I don't eat, the food will get cold. It will be wasted. Besides, it wasn't Xu Damao who showed the movie last night. Xu Damao should be hungry!"

After saying this, Wei Dachun rushed to the ladle and took out the two boiled eggs of Xu Damao. He handed the larger one to Li Weijun, and after wiping the other one with his sleeve, he stuffed it into the middle-aged woman who was cooking next to him.

The female comrade struggled for a while with a complicated expression, but thinking of the hungry children at home, she finally took the egg.

Li Weijun was not polite. Although he was full, the more eggs, the better. Besides, Qin Huairu's bottomless pit would not be able to be filled if she didn't eat something rich in high protein to replenish her body. Even an iron body would not be able to withstand it.

Wei Dachun finally patted his stomach and burped a few times in satisfaction. At this time, Xu Damao, with dark circles under his eyes and a tired look, walked in yawning.

As soon as he came in, he immediately went to the stove, curled up his hands and looked like his body was hollowed out.

Li Weijun keenly noticed that the kid's pants were the wrong color, and he had obviously wet the kang, but he just smiled and didn't expose him.