Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Qin Huairu didn't take the criticism and complaints of the third aunt Yang Ruihua to heart at all. How could she not understand the situation and relationship of the matter?

However, the ironclad fact is that no matter whether it is Jiang Xifeng or Ji Xiaotao, although they are both latecomers, there is a huge difference in their identities and status. Qin Huairu, a widow who has lost her husband, has no ability to compete with Jiang Xifeng and Ji Xiaotao no matter how hard she tries.

It was precisely because she was aware of the essence of the fact that Qin Huairu seemed flattered, and her heart was moved by the light and meaningless words "Madam".

Li Weijun had sharp eyes and ears, so he naturally noticed the provocation of Third Aunt Yang Ruihua. He glanced meaningfully at this famous gossiper in the courtyard, but didn't say much.

The old fox Yan Bugui on the side could no longer sit still. He rolled his eyes at the third aunt, quietly held Yang Ruihua's hand from behind, and whispered something.

"Watch more and talk less. Don't cause trouble for me at this critical juncture. The purchase has finally come to fruition. If you mess around, it will affect the quality and standard of our family's life."

After this reminder, Yang Ruihua finally realized and covered his mouth. He smiled and said apologetically: "Wei Jun, you see, I am a person who is used to speaking without restraint. I don't have any bad intentions..."

"Come on, Third Aunt, I'm not that petty. People say that a prime minister's stomach can hold a boat, and a general's forehead can hold a horse. I automatically filtered out all the words you said. Don't worry, I will go to Luosha Country to participate in a friendly competition during this period. Third Uncle will handle the procurement of the capital. If there are any corners that need attention, Song Gongming will assist you."

After hearing Li Weijun's assurance, Yan Bugui was overjoyed and smiled so hard that his mouth almost reached his ears.

"Wei Jun, leave the procurement to me, and you can rest assured. I don't have any other skills. I don't know how to climb up and down, repair cars, or cook, but I can handle paperwork and accounting. You can go to Luosha Country to participate in the competition with peace of mind. I will make sure that everything in the capital is handled perfectly."

Yan Bugui patted Song Laogou's shoulder as he spoke, hoping that this little brother, with whom he had just been drinking and chatting happily, would say a few good words to consolidate his position in Li Weijun's heart.

Song Laogou has been in the underworld for many years and has seen all kinds of people. Naturally, he knows that since Yan Bugui was entrusted with an important task by Li Weijun, he must have won Li Weijun's trust.

Through the brief contact in the morning, he felt that although Yan Bugui was usually a bit stingy, he ordered meal replacements at noon and the only meat dish he made was a salted fish that had been hanging under the eaves for who knows how many years. It was very salty even if you try hard to say it.

The loose liquor I drank was the worst kind of turbid liquor. One sip would make my nose choke and my throat burn. It would take me a long time to recover from the effect.

Moreover, he always spoke in a pedantic manner, showing off his accent like a bookworm, just like an old scholar. Under normal circumstances, Old Dog Song would definitely despise Yan Bugui to the extreme.

But now, since it is a task assigned by the big boss Li Weijun, then he, as the military advisor, can only assist with all his strength.

So he coughed and said in a friendly manner, "Boss, what Uncle Yan said makes sense. I think Uncle Yan is old after all. As the saying goes, an old man in the family is like a treasure. In addition, Uncle Yan is a teacher in the school. I think he will be able to arrange the purchases in a reasonable way. You can rest assured to go to Luosha Country to participate in the competition."

"Hey, Mr. Song, why call me Uncle Yan? If you don't mind, just call me Brother Song. We don't care about these things, right? I think in the future we should stick together like pomegranate seeds, stick together, and work together."

Yan Bugui was obviously in a very good mood. He gestured to Third Aunt Yang Ruihua to go back to the house quickly to avoid saying anything bad later.

Even though Yang Ruihua was dissatisfied, he thought that if Yan Bugui really took over the purchasing tasks in the capital, his family would no longer have to eat corn paste and pickles all day long, or even eat the pickles by the roots at each meal.

So he didn't complain and obediently led Yan Jiecheng, who was joining in the fun in front of the door, back to the house to eat the leftovers.

Li Weijun naturally noticed this detail. After arranging the things Qin Huairu needed to pay attention to during this period, he sent the loyal Song Laogou away alone.

He glanced encouragingly at this subordinate who always followed his lead, and felt very satisfied.

Although this guy keeps talking about being the boss all the time, making it seem like he is the boss of Liangshan Marsh, there has never been any doubt about Li Weijun's loyalty to Song Gongming.

Merits will be rewarded, and faults will be punished, so Li Weijun wanted to take advantage of the time when he left Luosha Country to let Song Gongming do a purchasing job in the logistics of the steel rolling mill canteen. In this way, Song Laogou would have the status of a worker, and it would be much more convenient for him to go to the Canning Village, Qinjia Village, or Zhaojia Village to do purchasing.

However, this matter would still require the trouble of Jiang Xifeng. After all, her family's network of relationships in the capital is complex, so it should not be a problem for her to deal with Director Yang.