Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

With the help of advanced projection technology, Li Weijun was able to show movies with ease. Even if the film jammed or flickered, it only took a little effort to fix the problem.

Apart from some obscure plots that needed to be sorted out, Li Weijun spent most of the time acting as a spectator, watching the movie with great interest along with many villagers in Huanggang Village.

Although it is not as good as the special effects blockbusters of later generations, the plain and delicate plot and literary drama are still fascinating.

By the time the movie was over, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

After Li Dengyun announced that today's screening was successfully completed, he simply packed up the projection equipment, gave a cigarette to each of the militiamen guarding the equipment, and then staggered back to the village guesthouse alone.

In the dark and quiet guesthouse, a single lamp shines brightly.

Li Weijun discovered that his own military advisor, Song Gongming, was squatting at the threshold of the guesthouse smoking silently. When he saw the real boss coming, he quickly put out the cigarette, took small steps forward, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Master, I have arranged everything. When the young widow heard that it was a projectionist from the city, and that Secretary Ma was the guarantor, she happily agreed without even having to use my eloquence. It was a piece of cake. With this little country girl warming your bed, you will definitely sleep well."

"A little widow warming the bed? Why warming the bed in the middle of summer?"

Li Weijun listened to the noisy chirping of cicadas in the elm tree next to him and was a little confused for a moment.

Could it be that this dog-headed military advisor of mine had tricked Jiang Yingying into coming here?

This, this is probably a little inappropriate...

He had just been flirting with Qin Huairu and was so happy, and now he was hanging out with Qin Huairu's childhood playmate. If Qin Huairu knew about this, wouldn't she be jealous?

When it comes to major issues, Li Weijun can still tell the difference.

Although Jiang Yingying, this beautiful little country girl, is very attractive, we should not lose the watermelon while picking up sesame seeds.

Li Weijun is not a man who is too ambitious. His principle in life is to love what he does, and steady and solid progress is the key to success. Otherwise, if he takes too big a step, he may easily pull his crotch.

Qin Huairu hasn't unlocked all the levels and scenes yet, so she doesn't have the time or courage to confront Jiang Yingying.

"Boss, Jiang Yingying volunteered. Besides, you asked me to put away some meat dishes on the table. Isn't your purpose to have a candlelight dinner with Jiang Yinyin? I understand. I won't disturb you and leave first. Boss, eat well, drink well and sleep well."

Song Gongming left with a sly smile and a wink, never expecting that he, the boss, actually had a secret meeting with someone else at night.

There was no other way. With such fat meat right in front of him, Li Weijun had to take a chance even if it was a dangerous place.

When she pushed the door open, she saw Jiang Yingying, who looked charming and delicate during the day, sitting shyly on the edge of the bed. When she saw Li Weijun, her eyes lit up instantly.

He has bright features and is tall and strong, and his masculine aura makes him seem even more heroic.

Jiang Yingying just took a look and thought that water had seeped into the ointment and it had become damp.

Having been a widow for nearly a year, it was really unbearable to be alone in the boudoir, but she was much more unbearable than Qin Huairu's hunger.

But this depends on the person. If it's Wang Ermaizi from the village, he definitely won't be interested at all.

Since ancient times, heroes have loved beauties, and why don’t beauties choose heroes?

Li Weijun was at the age of vigor and vitality, and he had a good appearance, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a sturdy and tall stature. He was indeed a hero.

After Li Weijun entered the house, he felt his scalp tingling at the young widow's look of contempt, so he could only pretend to be calm and said, "Sister Yingying, I heard from Sister Huairu that I have to thank Sister Yingying for Xu Damao's matter this time."

"Thank you? Little brother, how do you want to thank me? I, your sister Yingying, don't buy into superficial things. If you really want to thank me, you have to show some real strength. Don't just say some open words that sound good but are useless."

Jiang Yingying was not an inexperienced girl. She was neither ashamed nor annoyed when she said such nonsense. Instead, she stared at Li Weijun with a smile and her eyes were full of love.

She has a pair of seductive eyes, and the faint teardrop mole at the corner of her eyes makes her even more charming and alluring.

We are all adults now, so when doing things, we should be like Guan Gong attending a banquet alone and speak frankly.

So Jiang Yingying took it by surprise and suddenly untied the floral shirt, only to find that it was empty.

"Sister Yingying, this is not good."

Li Weijun only felt dry mouth and a sweetness in his throat.

Under Li Weijun's surprised gaze, Jiang Yingying came up to him.

The lights were blown out at the right time, and only the sound of waves could be heard.

Jiang Yingying suddenly sobbed softly, with big tears falling.

Li Weijun thought he was being reckless and rude to this beautiful village woman, but he never expected that Jiang Yingying would roll her eyes, wipe her tears, and sob.

"You are a good guy. I don't know which girl will marry you in the future. I always felt empty inside before. I lived without any purpose. Now I feel much better."

Jiang Yingying said with a pout, her eyes moving around with a melancholy look on her face.

Li Weijun did not dare to pause: "How do I compare to your husband?"

Jiang Yingying covered her beautiful face and cried, "Only today did I know the joy of being a woman, and I know what it means to be a real man!"

Li Weijun looked at Jiang Yingying's extraordinary conversation and found it strange: "Sister Yingying, have you ever been to school?"

Jiang Yingying nodded silently: "I graduated from junior high school. I have many younger brothers, so I was assigned a job early."

Li Weijun nodded when he heard this. In the countryside, for a beautiful girl like Jiang Yingying, who was only 18 or 19 years old, matchmakers would have already knocked on the door to look for her.

In addition, there are many male children and the burden is heavy, so they have to start working and take care of the family early, and getting married is basically the final destination for most girls of this era.

Most families with a little ability and conditions hope that their daughters will marry into the city and have a stable life, so that they don't have to dig in the countryside all their lives and become a hard-working, yellow-faced woman in her thirties.

It's just that Jiang Yingying had a bad life. Her father was not a good person and she had a short-lived husband. Her life could be said to be dark.

Li Weijun listened to Jiang Yingying sighing, but he was powerless to do anything. Although it was just a fleeting romance, Li Weijun didn't want to talk about marriage so soon.

Not to mention marrying Jiang Yingying, so he had to work harder to make Jiang Yingying comfortable every second.

However, we cannot achieve long-lasting and stable happiness.

Life is probably like this, enjoy life while you can, and don't care what happens after I die.

While Li Weijun was busy, Qin Huairu was not idle either. After paying the promised money to Jiang Yingying's parents-in-law, the little village girl thought that Li Weijun should have finished the movie, so she walked towards the guesthouse with a pounding heart.