Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

"Boss, how about this? Pick some of these wild mushrooms and bring them down the mountain. We'll need them to make chicken and mushroom stew. Leave the rest of the mushrooms alone to avoid those people in Zhaojia Village getting aggressive."

Song Gongming grinned and chuckled, the thief had better not leave empty-handed. He had finally gone up the mountain to get something, and if he didn't take anything and went back empty-handed, he would always feel bad in his heart.

Seeing that this dog-headed military advisor was not going to give up until he got something, Li Weijun smiled helplessly and let Song Gongming grab and grab left and right to eat up all the few mushrooms.

He chose a piece of rugged rock nearby to dry it in the sun. After it was dried, Song Gongming wrapped it in his coat, leaving no trace.

According to the existing technology, stick mushrooms cannot be cultivated artificially. They can only be found in rotten and damp forests, so it is not wrong to say that they are wild.

Thinking that he would be able to use them after returning to the city, Li Weijun didn't hesitate. After drying them, he took some and stuffed them into the space.

After some time, it was almost dusk when we got down the mountain.

The threshing ground of Zhaojia Village was already filled with villagers carrying small stools. Xu Damao was standing in the crowd, talking nonsense with a few old men whose faces were wrinkled when they smiled.

In his opinion, although Lao Cong is old and ugly.

But it can relieve fire!

Along the way, he was first confronted by Wei Dachun, and then was tricked by Jiang Yingying when he arrived at the Cantou Village. He was very angry.

If Xu Damao hadn't known that there was a screening task in the evening, he would have probably been fiddling with it on the kang by now.

"Brother Weijun, come this way..."

Ma Xueli could make do with it. He moved a stone and sat on the back, puffing on the cigarettes he rolled himself.

Seeing Li Weijun and Song Gongming arriving late, he hurriedly gave up the stone he was sitting on and turned around to find a wooden block from somewhere.

After Li Weijun sat down, he looked around and did not see any trace of Zhao Kaitai, the secretary of Zhaojia Village. After all, he was a thief, and he felt a little uneasy.

Song Gongming, on the other hand, maintained a calm state of mind. It was obviously not the first time he had done such a thing, and he was still able to flirt with those old-timers with a cheerful face.

Occasionally, some old friends would be curious about Li Weijun's identity and would come up to him to chat, but they were all ignored by Li Weijun.

Only when some pretty young wives looked over here did Li Weijun's expression fluctuate.

Li Weijun doesn't like girls who are too old. He feels disgusted if he is kissed by someone of this age.

I also don’t like people who are too young and skinny. Being too thin is really uncomfortable.

After turning off the lights, the thin washboard was so thin that it was hard to tell the front and back of the stem...

On the contrary, I prefer girls in their twenties with some flesh on their bodies.

Not only is it moist, it also looks energetic and healthy.

But plumpness is not obesity. There is a difference between plumpness and a pig standing up.

It's just the right amount of fat, fat where it should be fat, and thin where it should be thin without a trace of fat.

Currently, the only ones who meet this standard are Qin Huairu, Jiang Yingying, Lou Xiaoe, and the little village girl Qin Jingru.

Since the people in Zhaojia Village only have one meal at noon, there is no breakfast or dinner, and the projectionist is no exception.

So everyone was chatting in the threshing floor, waiting for night to fall.

Half an hour later, everything around became pitch black.

Xu Damao quickly started the diesel generator, and after the power was turned on, light and shadows began to flicker on the empty screen...

Zhao Kaitai arrived not long after the movie started. This burly man had an angry look on his face. He glanced at Xu Damao who was showing the movie on the stage, then looked at the villagers who were concentrating on watching the movie. He seemed to want to say something but stopped himself several times.

Until he discovered Li Weijun, Song Gongming and others mixed in the crowd.

Instantly, he was filled with anger and had a place to vent. He rushed forward and grabbed Song Gongming by the collar in anger, "Were you the ones who went up the mountain and ate those mushrooms?"

"Mushrooms? Oh, Secretary Zhao, you mean those wild mushrooms that grow natively in the mountains. If you find them, you're afraid they'll be wasted. Is there a problem if you pick them?"

Song Gongming picked his nose and looked disdainful.

"Take it off, you are so brave! You didn't even check where you are when you steal."

When Zhao Kaitai saw Song Gongming admit it so frankly, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was successfully angered by this arrogant attitude.

People’s hearts are no longer as they used to be in this world. Thieves don’t even avoid people anymore.

Unexpectedly, Song Gongming, relying on the presence of the big boss, was not at all stage-frightened, and a hint of provocation flashed in the corner of his eyes.

"Stealing? How can you say that unowned things in the wild are stolen? Could it be that Secretary Zhao secretly planted those mushrooms?"

"You, you are talking nonsense, when did I ever say that I grew those mushrooms!"

"Since Secretary Zhao didn't plant them, they are just ownerless things in the forest. What's wrong with me picking these mushrooms?"

Song Gongming talked a lot and used such slick words that the rough man Zhao Kaitai became incoherent. For a moment, he didn't know whether to admit it or not.

The atmosphere was strangely deadlocked until Li Weijun coughed and said slowly: "Secretary Zhao, it doesn't matter who planted those mushrooms in the valley behind the mountain. What matters is, what can they be used for?"

"What can I do? Eat!"

Zhao Kaitai said angrily that he had known that the projectionist from the city was going to do something bad, so he specially sent people to keep an eye on Li Weijun and others.

Unexpectedly, the man was so busy watching Xu Damao tinkering with the projector that he completely ignored Li Weijun and Song Gongming.

When we discovered it and ran up the mountain to take a look, we saw that the small patch of mushrooms had been badly burned.

Fortunately, these people still have some conscience, and the shiitake mushrooms and flat-head mushrooms that they focused on growing are safe and sound.

Otherwise, Zhao Xiangsheng would not have come here unarmed to ask for punishment...

"Eat? How can you fill your stomach with mushrooms?"

Li Weijun shook his head and offered his chips under Zhao Kaitai's puzzled gaze.

If Zhaojia Village is willing to join his purchasing network, Li Weijun is willing to purchase these mushrooms regularly and exchange them for money or cornmeal, flour and other grains.

In this day and age, speculation is no joke, especially when it comes to important daily necessities like food.

But if Li Weijun went through the steel rolling mill channel with proper letters of introduction and formalities, the situation would be very different.

Being able to purchase materials on behalf of the public in an organized manner is a sign of ability and skill, and is significantly different from buying low and selling high.

Anyway, the purchase price depends entirely on Li Huaide's words.

Based on Li Weijun's familiarity with Li Huaide's relatives, this old guy is a black-hearted man and will take any job that is lucrative.

In this way, the steel rolling mill could occasionally have some side dishes such as mushrooms to improve the food, and Zhaojia Village also had some food as staple food.

Li Weijun made a lot of money and benefited a lot.