Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

After being kicked several times, Jiang Hualong, a big man, lay on the ground and rolled around. No matter how Ma Xuewu threatened or tempted him, he just stuck out his neck and shouted loudly that he was injustice.

If the charge of being an enemy spy was proven, he would be severely punished. He gritted his teeth and refused to admit it, his cunning triangular eyes rolling around.

She loudly talked about how her family had been poor peasants for generations and that her ancestors were clean, and that Ma Xuewu was torturing and forcing a good woman into prostitution.

There was no other way. Ma Xuewu frowned and was just about to ask a few militiamen to put this guy in solitary confinement in the woodshed.

Li Weijun, who was watching the show on the side, was calm and composed. He walked forward and observed Jiang Hualong carefully.

His hands and feet are calloused, his skin is cracked, these are indeed the marks left by years of farm work. If he were thrown into the crowd, he would look like an old farmer.

Judging from his appearance alone, he has nothing to do with enemy spies.

"Comrade Jiang Hualong, I believe you have been wronged. The eyes of the masses are sharp. The army and the people are like fish and water. They will not wrongly accuse a good person for no reason, nor will they let any bad person go. Back then, the reason why our army won a great victory in the Huaihai Campaign was that countless people pushed the victory with carts. The people are everything. What do you think?"

As if he had not expected that Li Weijun would actually protect him, Jiang Hualong nodded with gratitude: "Isn't it true? The army and the people are as close as brothers and sisters. Think of the Battle of Xuzhou and Bengbu..."

As soon as the words "Xu Beng" came out, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Except for people on Chiang Kai-shek's side, no one would call the Huaihai Campaign the Xuzhou-Bengbu Campaign.

This Jiang Hualong has confessed himself.

Li Weijun's amiable smile instantly turned cold, and he stared seriously at the enemy spy who was talking nonsense subconsciously.

Jiang Hualong realized that he had said the wrong thing, swallowed hard, and smiled uglier than crying: "Huaihai, it's the Huaihai Campaign. Look at my mouth. I tend to say the wrong thing when I'm nervous..."

"No, no, no. I heard about the Xuzhou-Bengbu Campaign. Secretary Ma heard about it. Everyone heard about it. We all know whether you are an enemy spy or not. If you confess, you will be treated leniently. If you resist, you will be treated severely. You will be sprayed with pepper, put on the tiger bench, and have your nails clamped with pliers...tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm afraid your little body can't handle it."

Jiang Hualong's face turned red, and he hesitated for a long time. He seemed to realize that it was useless to quibble, so he could only lower his head dejectedly, like a defeated rooster.

"I admit defeat. If you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet. I was on guard against everything, but I didn't expect that you would trick me out with just one sentence. I am an enemy spy stationed near the capital when President Jiang retreated. My code name is Fox Shadow. My mission is to incite the rich peasants and prepare for a counterattack at any time."

Jiang Hualong sighed with relief, and spilled out everything he knew like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

You know what, Li Weijun really caught a big fish.

This seemingly honest and simple farmer was actually a Whampoa student who specialized in spying in the Military Control Commission and was a top student.

After the fall of the capital, he and a large number of enemy spies split up into small groups and scattered like birds and beasts, disguising themselves as all kinds of people and lurking around the capital.

Over the years, his colleagues were either arrested for using snow-white toilet paper when going to the toilet, or were discovered because of the calluses on their hands from shooting, or died of starvation due to the famine.

Jiang Hualong took refuge with a cousin in Cantou Village. With his cousin's protection, he has been able to survive safely to this day.

Despite this, Jiang Hualong has had enough of the life of fear over the years.

At this point, Jiang Hualong smiled miserably: "Don't worry about you laughing at me. The funds haven't been allocated for ten years, and the contact person has long disappeared. My mission is so far away that it seems like a joke. You can kill me or rob me, it's all up to you!"

"Bah! You scoundrel, you're still trying to be a hero. If you eat a peanut, your brain will be beaten into white tofu!"

Ma Xuewu was just about to call a few militiamen to whisk the enemy away to the town commune to await punishment.

Li Weijun shook his head and asked Song Gongming to lock the enemy spy in the woodshed first.

Then he said to Ma Xuewu who was confused, "Let's play the long game and catch the big fish. Jiang Hualong must be hiding something. Otherwise, how could he have been loyal to Jiang Guangtou for so many years? And today he deliberately provoked a fight between the two villages. I think it's better to wait and see, deliberately leave a loophole, let him go, and then follow the clues to find the real culprit..."

After a while of whispering, Ma Xuewu's eyes sparkled and he gave Li Weijun a thumbs up: "Brilliant, this is really a brilliant move. Don't worry, brother Weijun, I have my own tricks for this matter. If we can catch another big fish, the commune will have to send a silk banner to the steel mill. Then we will be completely successful."

Looking at Ma Xuewu who was ecstatic, Li Weijun had a calm expression.

Capturing the enemy spies was just icing on the cake for Li Weijun.

Having this achievement would indeed help him get promoted. More importantly, when the storm comes in a few years, coupled with his status as the orphan of a martyr, he would definitely be granted a golden certificate of immunity from death.

Remind Ma Xuewu not to forget the important matter of purchasing. It is a difficult problem to transport these thousands of kilograms of watermelons to the steel mill as soon as possible.

Ma Xuewu patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Brother Weijun. As long as the purchase order is fine, I can find a way to bring all the watermelons to the factory, no matter how many there are. At most, I can deliver them day and night."

Seeing his promise, Li Weijun did not hesitate and handed the purchase order that had been prepared in advance to Ma Xuewu, and left Song Gongming in the Canning Village to supervise.

He rode his bicycle and prepared to continue to Zhaojia Village to find out the situation.

After such a long delay, it was already dark.

Ma Xuewu also specially lent Li Weijun a head-mounted mining flashlight.

The highlight of this purchase was from Zhaojia Village, with several hundred kilograms of beef and mutton, some chickens and ducks raised on the back hill, cultivated mushrooms, and the honey that Director Yang's wife had been craving for.

If this purchase order had not gone wrong, with Li Huaide's operation, it would not take long for him to be easily promoted to the head of the purchasing department.

At that time, it will be much more convenient to call on the steel rolling mill's trucks and cars for purchasing.

Why is it necessary to do it like now, with mule carts, donkey carts, and horse carts all in action?

Li Weijun had just pushed his bicycle out of the Cantou Village office and was preparing to take a running start to get on the road.

Unexpectedly, I suddenly felt the back seat was heavy.

Then, a strange yet familiar female voice said in a sad voice, "You heartless enemy, it's been so long since last time and you've completely forgotten me. The boating in Beihai Park and the roast duck at Quanjude were all scams. You're a traitor! Be careful or I'll chop you off with the dragon-headed guillotine."

Li Weijun's scalp stiffened when he heard the delicate voice. He turned his head and saw that it was indeed Jiang Yingying, the charming widow from Cantou Village.