Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

"Captain Ma, are you confused now? This is just the beginning. If everyone is as honest as you, Secretary Ma won't be able to climb to that position. You have a lot to learn."

Song Gongming was not surprised by this. He knew the black and white. If Li Weijun really wanted to accomplish something practical, he would only run into obstacles everywhere if he did not compromise or tolerate others but proceeded step by step.

In other words, if Li Weijun was too arrogant, Song Gongming would not throw his pearl into the dark...

The food at the banquet at the Cantou Village Guesthouse was even more sumptuous than that in the morning. The guests and drinking companions were still the same group of people, the only difference was that the protagonist had become Li Weijun.

Chicken stewed with mushrooms, stir-fried Chinese sausage, a small dish of scrambled eggs with green peppers, a bottle of green stick Xifeng liquor, a bottle of Wuliangye, and the fragrant baked carp noodles.

It can be seen that Ma Xuewu was very concerned about this banquet. After a round of drinking orders, he, who usually never drinks, drank until his face turned red. Even so, he still patted his chest to make a promise.

"Brother Weijun, rest assured that this letter of introduction from our Canning Village is yours. If you need anything to smooth the relationship in the factory, just tell me. You are a smart person and a capable person. I am also a smart person. Smart people like to deal with smart people. As for Xu Damao, he is a jerk who can't control his belt. He is worse than pigs and dogs. How can I give him a letter of introduction?"

Ma Xuewu burped several times and looked drunk, but his mind was clear. As he spoke, he observed the changes in Li Weijun's expression.

Li Weijun was also a man who knew how to appreciate things. He knew why Ma Xuewu was so busy preparing the banquet and handing Jiang Yingying over to someone else.

So there was no beating around the bush and he straightforwardly told them about setting up a purchasing point, splitting the profits 40% to 60%, and having Song Laogou be in charge of the canning village and several nearby small villages.

It was said that the profits were split 40% and 60% respectively, with Li Weijun taking 60%, but in reality he only got 40%, and the remaining 20% ​​was coordinated by Song Laogou and several other villages.

As for how much is left for this dog-headed military advisor, that depends on his ability.

"Okay! I, Ma Xuewu, like open-minded people like Brother Weijun, who do things decisively and speak frankly. I toast to Brother Weijun with this cup of wine."

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Seeing that Li Weijun was neither blushing nor out of breath, Ma Xuewu brought over a dozen kilograms of Cantou Village's own grain wine and two or three bottles of Laobai Gan, in addition to a bottle of Xifeng and a bottle of Wuliangye.

As a result, after a round of drinking, several production team leaders who were responsible for accompanying the guests in the Cantou Village became drunk and fell asleep with their faces buried on the table. Ma Xuewu, who had initially wanted to stay sober, fell to the ground.

Li Weijun, who was fighting fiercely with everyone, remained calm and clear-headed.

What a joke, is my indestructible waist playing a joke on you?

Do you really think it's just a simple increase in time? Under high power, the speed of filtering and digesting ethanol is also very good. It's just that urination is a little more frequent, and it's difficult to get drunk.

"Hey, why aren't you drunk?"

Taking a look at Song Gongming who was also sober, Li Weijun felt strange and thought that this guy was born with a high alcohol tolerance.

Just as he was about to say a few words of praise, he saw this dog-headed military advisor smile slyly, pick up the wine bowl in front of him and drink it in one gulp. It seemed that he drank a lot, but in fact, the wine all flowed down his chin...

"What a wasteful thing! Wine is the essence of food. Hurry up and pack up the meat dishes and eggs on the table and send them to the village guesthouse. It's almost time. I have to go to the movie. It will be bad to be late."

After Li Weijun kicked this unruly guy, he did not forget Qin Huairu and asked Song Gongming to clean up so that he could feed the greedy cat in the evening.

Fortunately, the people in Cantou Village got drunk early and didn't even touch the meat dishes.

"Okay, boss, I will do what you ask. You can play your movie, and I will make sure your beautiful job is done properly. You can just wait and enjoy it comfortably."

Song Gongming chuckled, rubbed his hands, and skillfully collected all the meat dishes on the table on plates. He would then place them on the eight-immortals table in the guesthouse.

Seeing that this dog-headed military advisor had considered everything, Li Dengyun did not think about whether there was anything good in it. He wiped his mouth casually and went to the threshing ground to prepare to debug the projection equipment.

These days, the standard meeting place for every farming commune is the threshing ground at the entrance of the village, so in the morning, all the projection equipment was piled up in the threshing ground by Xu Damao and guarded by several militiamen.

When they saw that the person who came was the projectionist Li Weijun whom Ma Xuewu had specifically assigned, these militiamen carrying guns and long guns wondered why Secretary Ma did not come along, but they did not think much about it.

He readily let Li Weijun fiddle with the projection equipment, while the rest of the people ran around to greet the villagers.

Showing movies is the second most important event in the village after celebrating festivals.

Maybe we could only watch a few shows during festivals and around the autumn harvest, and we always hoped that the projectionist would show some new films and more movies.

So even after Xu Damao's scandal, the villagers of Cantou Village still respected the projectionist very much.

A few big and strong men came forward diligently and carried the diesel generator. It didn't take long before the loudspeaker, horn, diesel, generator, projector and film were all ready.

Night falls and cicadas chirp noisily.

At the moment when the men and women of Canning Village were filled with joy, the images on the screen slowly came to life.

Some peddlers, still with snot bubbles running down their noses, were holding packaged peanuts, melon seeds and the like in their hands and shouting out their wares in a low voice.

In principle, cash crops such as sunflower seeds and peanuts are not allowed to be sold, but these are just kids who are still wet behind the ears, and it’s not pleasant to just watch movies with nothing in their mouths.

So these small peddlers were doing pretty well in business. Li Weijun also took some time to buy a small bag of sunflower seeds, 5 cents a bag, about half a pound, with full grains and a sweet original flavor. It was obvious that the man who roasted the seeds was an expert.

Looking at the peddler who was counting money with his head down, Li Weijun suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a space. If he could open up a farm in it, plant food, and raise chickens, ducks, cattle, and fish, then wouldn't there be no shortage of food?

As for those who want to throw all the turtles in the Yongding River into the space for breeding, it is just a thought.

Li Weijun is a lazy man. He finally traveled through time and space. Wouldn't it be nice to live a comfortable life? He has to farm and raise animals, and then he has to face the problem of how to explain his origins?

I am so tired...

With the salary of a projectionist plus the monthly ration from the grain station, wouldn't it be faster to make some by copying it yourself than to plant it?

As for food, clothing and daily expenses, Li Weijun is not picky for the time being, as long as he has enough food, clothing, shelter and transportation to live comfortably, it's enough. What's the point of piling up tens of thousands or tens of millions of kilograms of grain?

If you have this time, you might as well think about how to make money overseas after the economy becomes active...

Earning bundles of money from foreigners is no better than thinking about a piece of land.