Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

When the third uncle Yan Bugui saw Li Weijun approaching with a serious look on his face, he relaxed a little, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan and trying to get close to him with great enthusiasm.

"Hey! I didn't expect that this brother Song from the countryside actually knew you, Li Weijun. I just thought he came to our courtyard to steal manure, and I just questioned him for a long time. Now it seems that the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and family members don't recognize each other anymore."

My goodness! Li Weijun had thought that the third uncle Yan Bugui and Song Laogou were of the same mind and were chatting about the things that storytellers should talk about, such as highbrow literature and pedantry. Now it seems that it was purely wishful thinking on his part, as Yan Bugui simply treated Song Laogou as a dung thief.

This is normal. In the years without chemical fertilizers, the growth of crops depended entirely on manure. The horse manure, cow manure and dog manure from the surrounding rural communes were all rare treasures.

In the early years, when wealthy landlords went out to meet friends, relax and wish each other a happy new year, if they encountered cow dung on the road, they would even mark it to indicate that it was theirs to prevent it from being picked up by outsiders.

Under this situation, some communes in the surrounding areas that focused on production would regularly organize production teams to go into the city to collect excrement. However, there were more people than excrement, and the material life of city dwellers was not affluent in those days. They ate less and excreted less. It was often reported that several production teams that went into the city to collect excrement would quarrel over the ownership of the excrement.

Later, the residents of the courtyard houses and slums also became more cautious. They were willing to collect excrement and exchange it for some food. Although the amount was not much, it was still a fee.

Some people who are more cunning will be like Song Laogou. They will send a spy to warn people first. If there are no strong young men in the courtyard, but only the elderly, the weak, women and children, they will directly force their way into the courtyard to dig out the excrement. By the time the strong men come back, the people will have already patted their butts and slipped away.

Song Laogou didn't care about the misunderstanding of his third uncle Yan Bugui. At this moment, he wiped away his tears excitedly and quickly immersed himself in the role with tears and snot.

"Boss, you don't know. I haven't seen you for a while. People say Xu Damao has regained power and is now a projectionist and a purchaser. Ma Xuewu, the secretary of Cantou Village, is a beast. He changes his ways according to the situation and flatters the powerful. The supplies we collected with great difficulty..."

After crying to this point, Song Laogou finally realized that the walls had ears. He quickly stopped crying and glanced vigilantly at the third uncle Yan Bugui who was listening next to him.

The old man was listening with great interest at the moment. Seeing Old Dog Song looking over here, he hurriedly scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment and said shamelessly: "It's okay, it's okay. You guys talk about your own things. I'm old and my memory is bad..."

"This……"

Old Dog Song looked to Li Weijun for help. He had just arrived and was unfamiliar with the place. Although he was well-liked in the village commune, when he came to the capital, he was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, a country bumpkin. Otherwise, he would not have been played like a monkey by the third uncle Yan Bugui without realizing it.

"Oh, it's okay. This is our third uncle Yan Bugui. He is a kind-hearted man. He just likes to take advantage of others. It won't affect this. He will definitely not talk nonsense. He knows the importance of things. Besides, look at the calligraphy hanging on the plaque in front of my door."

Li Weijun glanced meaningfully at the third uncle Yan Bugui next to him, and pointed at the old man's handwriting hanging on the plaque on his door, appearing very confident.

There's nothing we can do, since this is the old man's own handwriting. It's no exaggeration to say that with this thing to protect the house, no one dares to touch Li Weijun.

Mr. Yanbu is very smart. He knows what to say and what not to say.

In addition, Li Weijun really wanted his third uncle Yan Bugui to help him take care of the purchasing matters.

Although he said that he would no longer work as a projectionist in the steel mill, Li Weijun did not turn down the idle job of purchasing agent. On the one hand, he considered that too many people were involved, including his younger brother Song Laogou, Qin Huairu's father, and so many elders from Zhaojia Village, Cantou Village, and Qinjia Village who had made promises.

Li Weijun has always been a man who keeps his word and honors his promises. Now that he has the golden medal of immunity from death, he will naturally be even more unscrupulous in handling the procurement matter.

If I had my third uncle Yan Bugui, who was literate and smart, as my helper, it would undoubtedly save me a lot of trouble. When I go to Liben to participate in the World Olympics, or go to other brother provinces to participate in touring friendly matches, Yan Bugui will at least be able to handle the trouble.

It won't happen that when I go out for something, everyone will be like headless flies.

"Oh, since the boss said so, then I, the old man, will not treat you as an outsider. I believe in the judgment of our boss, he will never make a mistake. What was I saying just now..."

Yan Bugui was really distracted by Song Laogou's constant calling of "big boss" all the time. If someone didn't know, they would think this was Liangshan Marsh, where all the heroes gathered.

He waved his hand and added helplessly: "Song Xiaoyou, you just said that the secretary of Cantou Village, Ma Xuewu, is a beast. What happened to the supplies you collected..."

"Oh, yes, that's what I was talking about just now. Big boss, you don't know that Ma Xuewu and Xu Damao are actually related in some way. After knowing that Xu Damao had become a projectionist again, he actually took the initiative and didn't discuss it with me. He directly bypassed us, the responsible persons, and said that Xu Damao would be responsible for purchasing matters in the future. We and the people in Zhaojia Village disagreed and wanted to take back our supplies. As a result, we were beaten up by people sent by Ma Xuewu..."

After some explanation, Li Weijun finally understood the whole story and his face darkened.

There were early signs that Ma Xuewu, the secretary of Cantou Village, was sitting on the fence. After all, Ma Xuewu and Xu Fugui, the father of Xu Damao, were sworn brothers.

Li Weijun had known about this matter for a long time, but at the beginning Li Weijun used his emotional and polite words to move Ma Xuewu to betray Xu Damao, thus convincing himself as a projectionist.

I thought the old guy would keep his promise, but now it seems that he is a treacherous person. No wonder he and Xu Damao are in the same boat.

Among the three villages of Qinjia Village, Zhaojia Village and Guantou Village, the villagers of Zhaojia Village are more tough. However, the population of Zhaojia Village is too sparse. Moreover, they make a living by hunting, and everyone is a good hunter, so there is no militia to protect the village at all.

The Can Village has the advantage of having more people and more militia. If a fight really breaks out, the Can Village will definitely win.

Therefore, Li Weijun would have to go to the countryside himself to figure out a solution to the current procurement turmoil. He would temporarily arrange for Song Lao Hu to stay at the home of his third uncle Yan Bugui for one night.