Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Under Wei Dachun's disdainful gaze, Xu Damao leaned against the stove to warm his trousers for a while. Just as he was about to scoop some rice into the pot, he was shocked to find that there was no rice in the iron pot, not even a trace of residue or crumbs. Only the sponge gourd used for scrubbing the pot was floating in the sewage.

"No, you guys ate all the food? There's not a single drop left!"

Forcibly suppressing his inner anger, Xu Damao looked at Wei Dachun who was eyeing him hungrily, and could only roar while trying to remain calm.

He always felt that he was so unlucky these past two days that even drinking cold water would get stuck in his teeth. First, when he was riding in a donkey cart, he bumped into something and fainted. Then the projection work was ruined. He finally got to rest at night, but he had nightmares all night long. After waking up, he not only wet the kang, but also felt extremely tired.

This feeling of exhaustion is difficult to describe in words. It is not just physical fatigue, but also mental weakness, as if I was not sleeping last night, but had been digging in the fields for several days and nights.

Now I went to the village office with a hungry stomach to have some breakfast, but was turned down again. Not to mention breakfast, I probably couldn't even get a sip of hot water.

"I say, you kid, stop whining. If you don't want to eat, just go away. Do you really think this canteen of the village guesthouse is your home? Although we in Qinjia Village are warm and hospitable, for some jackals, the only thing we can offer them is a hunting rifle!"

Thinking about how Xu Damao had taken advantage of the situation last night and threatened the commune with the issue of showing movies, Wei Dachun felt so angry that his teeth were itching. Although he was of a certain age, his hatred for evil was just as strong as when he was young.

If he hadn't been afraid that Xu Damao was a projectionist from the city, and couldn't afford any mistakes, Wei Dachun would have tied Xu Damao to a tree and whipped him with a real cowhide whip. If he hadn't been beaten to a pulp, he would have been a stepmother's son!

"Okay, Wei Dachun, you are a brave old man. It won't be too late to settle this account later!"

Seeing that he couldn't get any advantage, Xu Damao said these harsh words and then climbed onto the donkey cart with his tail between his legs in shame.

He was thinking to himself that he must be proud of himself after arriving in the Cantou Village. Since the secretary of the Cantou Village, Ma Xuewu, had some connection with Xu Damao's father Xu Fugui, and Xu Damao even called Ma Xuewu "uncle" when he saw him, Xu Damao was confident that he could get the letter of introduction to the Cantou Village.

All the grievances and frustrations suffered in Qinjia Village must be repaid double!

Li Weijun had no idea what Xu Damao was thinking. After asking Wei Dachun to move the projection equipment onto the donkey cart, he went to the village office to ask Secretary Qin for the letter of introduction.

Things turned out just as Li Weijun had expected. Secretary Qin highly praised Li Weijun's move of playing the movie to save the situation last night. He not only handed Li Weijun the letter of introduction with a red stamp, but also generously stuffed five yuan into Li Weijun's hand.

"Comrade Li Weijun, you deserve all this. I hope that the next time you come to our Qinjia Village to show a movie, it will be as successful as last night. I thank you on behalf of the elders and villagers of Qinjia Village."

Li Weijun was not polite. He took the money for the screening and assured Secretary Qin: "Secretary Qin, don't worry. From now on, when we show movies in Qinjia Village, I will select the latest movies and we can show them as many times as you want. It's just that I have a little problem that I can't say. It's embarrassing..."

Li Weijun's hesitation successfully made Secretary Qin smell something special, but he did not rush to agree. Instead, he asked tentatively: "A small trouble? Why not try to talk about it, what if this little trouble is not a trouble?"

Hearing this, Li Weijun quickly took advantage of the situation and briefly told Secretary Qin about his plan to set up a purchasing point in Qinjia Village. In this era of material shortages, the steel mill canteen was extremely hungry for material things.

Each cadre canteen even has a dedicated purchasing agent. These purchasing agents have nothing else to do but to tinker with some rare items in the surrounding communes every day, such as sausages, egret chicken, eggs, and bacon.

The buyers went to the commune to purchase these foods, and then brought them to the canteen of the steel rolling mill. As for the expenses, they were naturally reimbursed by the factory. This was a lucrative job that not only pleased the cadres, but more importantly, it was free and unrestrained.

Li Weijun wanted to take advantage of his time as a projectionist to show movies in the surrounding communes and develop all the communes he could contact into his own food purchasing points. In this way, he could purchase supplies while showing movies and earn some extra money.

Of course, another important point is that with the pretext of purchasing supplies, there will be more opportunities to communicate with Qin Huairu in the future.

Otherwise, Jia Dongxu is full of energy now, and if he were to have fun under his nose, he would be in danger of being exposed.

And choosing Qinjia Village as the place for him to exchange knowledge with Qin Huairu was the most appropriate choice.

Qin Huairu could find an excuse to go to her mother's house to beg for money and stay in Qinjia Village for several days. In this way, when Li Weijun went to Qinjia Village to purchase supplies, he would have plenty of time to be happy.

"Isn't it just purchasing supplies? This is a simple matter! We in Qinjia Village are eager to do this. Even if Comrade Wei Jun doesn't say it, we are also thinking about it."

Secretary Qin agreed hurriedly. Although the Qinjiacun Commune had a large population, they were all farmers who worked in the fields. Their hard work every day was paid with work points, and these work points were used to exchange for salt and grain in the village production team. As for the cloth coupons, grain coupons, sugar coupons, oil coupons and other things used in the city, the entire Qinjiacun could not even get a few of them.

This also led to the fact that light industrial products in the city were very valuable to Qinjia Village. Even a bar of soap or a bottle of clam oil made many members of Qinjia Village envious.

If Li Weijun went to Qinjia Village to purchase supplies, the whole village could still come up with some eggs, meat and local specialties if they gritted their teeth. After they had money, they could go to the department store or Pigeon Market in the city with a letter of introduction and buy a lot of urgently needed things.

This would kill two birds with one stone and be mutually beneficial, so Secretary Qin naturally had no reason to refuse.

Seeing that Secretary Qin was so understanding, Li Weijun did not hide anything and directly expressed his feelings: "Secretary Qin, although it is convenient to purchase supplies in your village, sometimes it is inappropriate to have no place to rest when it rains or snows or the roads are slippery."

"No problem. We don't have much in Qinjia Village except houses and land. As long as you don't despise those adobe houses and reserve one room for purchasing, the room will not be a problem!"

Li Weijun was delighted: "Secretary Qin, I don't have any other hobbies. I just like the bed in my room to be big..."