Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

After saying goodbye to Qinjia Village, with Wei Dachun's skillful donkey-driving skills, a big blue mule carried Li Weijun and Xu Damao and swayed towards the Cantou Village.

As for the big black donkey from yesterday, it was lying leisurely in the stable chewing the soybeans that Wei Dachun secretly fed it. This rare thing is only available to breeding donkeys at specific times, in order to supplement nutrition for breeding. In other cases, most of them eat grass and wheat straw.

It can be said that Wei Dachun truly treated these livestock as his family members and served them wholeheartedly, which was a world of difference from the way he treated Xu Damao and ignored him.

Along the way, Li Weijun looked at the farm scenery in front of him with great curiosity. On this winding road, he often met children carrying straw baskets and picking up cow dung. Because of the wind and sun, their dark faces were a little cracked, and both the cloth shoes on their feet and the clothes on their bodies were all patched up.

While hunching over to pick up cow dung, he only dared to secretly stare at everyone with a complicated look.

I don't know if he was waiting for the big blue mule to defecate, or if he was curious about the well-dressed Li Weijun and Xu Damao.

"When prosperity comes, the people suffer; when decline comes, the people suffer... When will the people be able to live a good life, have enough to eat and warm clothes to wear?"

Li Weijun was feeling a little low. Although the original owner was living a miserable life, he at least had a city hukou and could get a quota of grain from the grain station. In addition, because of his parents' special status, the street would take extra care of him and he could get an extra allowance.

Even if I don’t become a projectionist this time, I can still be a worker in a foundry workshop. It’s just that the work is harder. But what about my peers in the mountains?

They can only face the loess and dig for food in the fields. If the harvest is good, they can fill their stomachs. If the harvest is bad, they will starve to death.

It seems that we need to get out fertilizer as soon as possible. With this panacea of ​​fertilizer, if nothing else, the famine problem can be greatly alleviated or even eliminated.

Li Weijun was thinking that if he had time he could find a few chemists at the National Library and maybe he could come up with a systematic scientific method for making fertilizers.

"What's the matter? Is Mr. Li feeling sorry for you?"

Xu Damao, who was sitting at the side with his eyes narrowed, laughed shrilly, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly with contempt: "This is nothing. When there was a famine last year and the year before, there were more stray dogs than people. The women in the village were raped after every meal. They were asking for trouble. If they weren't hard-hearted..."

As soon as Xu Damao finished speaking, he heard Wei Dachun, with a gloomy face, grumble, and stopped the car. Without waiting for Xu Damao to wonder, Wei Dachun raised the whip and whipped Xu Damao viciously.

"Look at you, you donkey. We don't have enough food to eat, but you are so happy, aren't you? If you weren't a projectionist from the city, I would castrate you like a donkey and throw you into the ravine to feed the wolves."

The hot horsewhip hit his face, instantly tearing his skin and flesh apart. Xu Damao rolled on the ground in pain, begging for mercy.

"Old comrade, old comrade, that's not what I meant. That's not what I meant. You misunderstood. I'm worried because the peasants don't have enough to eat."

Seeing Xu Damao's ridiculous performance, Li Weijun sighed helplessly, stood up and asked, "Uncle Dachun, how far is this place from Cantou Village?"

Seeing Li Weijun interrupting, Wei Dachun knew that it was time to quit. Otherwise, if Xu Damao was really found to have a problem, it would be a big trouble. So he took advantage of the situation, put away the whip, took out the water bag and drank a sip of water: "There are still five miles to go. The projection equipment is heavy. It will probably take an hour."

"An hour?"

It was midsummer and the scorching sun was hurting my eyes.

Although Li Weijun was anxious, he could not put the projection equipment into the space in front of everyone. He could only take the water bag and drink some water, then wonder whether Qin Huairu had found her childhood friend in the Canned Village at this point.

Whether he can get the letter of introduction from Ma Xuewu, the secretary of Cantou Village, and get the position of projectionist, really depends on Qin Huairu's final decision.

If Xu Damao fell into this beauty trap and was exposed in public, even if Ma Xuewu was Xu Damao's adoptive father, he would probably be powerless to do anything.

"If this little devil Qin Huairu can really accomplish this, she must be rewarded well. As for whether it should be a spiritual or material reward, Li Weijun needs to think about it carefully. It would be better to just give her both spiritual and material rewards, which would save time, effort and money..."

Time passed in a flash. An hour later, Wei Dachun drove a mule cart and slowly stopped in front of the crowd who came to greet him at the Guantou Village office.

"Oh, my dear nephew is here. You must have come all the way from the city to our Canning Village to show movies in this hot weather. Come on, come on, take a rest at the village office and taste the big watermelons grown by our Canning Village. They have green skin and sandy flesh, and they are so sweet."

Ma Xuewu from the Can Tou Village lived up to his name, with a long sallow face, big bags under his eyes, and a somewhat unsteady step. After leading the production team leader of the Can Tou Village to take over the projection equipment, he invited Xu Damao, who looked aggrieved, to have dinner at the village guesthouse.

As for Li Weijun and Wei Dachun, they were left aside. Apparently, Ma Xuewu had discussed with Xu Damao and his son in advance and engaged in insider trading. They knew that the letter of recommendation for the projectionist position was for Xu Damao, so Ma Xuewu didn't even bother to pretend.

"Well, Uncle Dachun, they are so happy to come to Cantou Village, just like they are going home, but we are ignored. Whatever, they are our relatives who are like dogs."

Li Weijun got off the mule cart with a self-deprecating look and complained to Wei Dachun who was feeding water to the mule.

Wei Dachun seemed to have anticipated this result. After drinking the mule's milk, he took out some dry food from his bag and handed it to Li Weijun.

"Comrade projectionist, I am an old man with a poor tongue and I don't understand much. I only know one thing: if you treat me well, I will treat you well with all my heart. Next time you come to our village to show movies, we will still serve you with delicious food. If we eat, the projectionist will also be there. But for now, let's just make do with one bite to fill our stomachs. We live under someone's roof, so how can we not bow our heads?"

As soon as Wei Dachun finished speaking, Li Weijun excitedly led the mule to a cool and conspicuous place, and then poked Wei Dachun in the waist: "Xu Damao can't eat alone. Our mouths are on our chins. Secretary Ma has no say on whether we eat or not."

"Come on, Uncle Dachun, let's go to the Cantou Village Guesthouse to meet this Ma Xuewu and see what delicious food this wolf-like relative has made. If I don't eat it, I will have to eat less!"

"But this..."

Wei Dachun looked at Li Weijun in surprise, and the blood in his bones seemed to be ignited. He threw the half-chewed dry food to the mule, and ran straight to the guesthouse with a long rifle for self-defense on his back.