Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

From now on, if anyone says that Banggeng is not Jia Dongxu’s son, Li Weijun will be the first to disagree.

This inherited skill of stealing is astounding. It is a long tradition passed down from generation to generation through farming and studying.

When it was Jia Dongxu's turn, he was fine. He directly worshipped Shi Qian as his ancestor and passed down the family business by stealing. When he got ruthless, he even took the coffin.

No wonder they say that evildoers will eventually be punished by evildoers. With such a great son, old lady Jia must be so happy that she can't wait to take off.

Due to the loud noise in the workshop, Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu did not notice Li Weijun's presence.

When Yi Zhonghai heard Jia Dongxu's request for money, he was silent for a moment, then shook his head and pretended to be embarrassed: "I don't think this will work. I plan to save the money for Li Weijun to marry a wife. I can't let the Li family die out."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did Jia Dongxu's face turn green, even Li Weijun, who was eavesdropping on the side, couldn't help but look gloomy.

Yi Zhonghai had a good plan. As an eighth-level fitter, he received a high salary of 104 yuan per month. If he really saved the money for Li Weijun to marry a wife as he said,

Li Weijun can marry a well-educated and well-mannered lady, let alone a lady with a golden border...

As if he realized that his excuse was somewhat untenable, Yi Zhonghai sighed again and said with a kind face.

"You know I have always treated Li Weijun as my own son. This time, with that old fox Xu Fugui managing everything, I think he will definitely lose in the projectionist assessment. I am afraid that Li Weijun will commit suicide, so I plan to spend some money to take your brother Weijun to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a piece of good cloth and find a tailor to make him some nice clothes to get rid of the bad luck."

"Okay, I hope Qin Huairu can bring back some good things when she returns to her parents' home this time, so she can tighten her belt and get through this month."

Was this story by Yi Zhonghai made up by Zhen Ji's father? Zhen Ji's father can make up stories!

Jia Dongxu was a bad guy but not stupid. He understood Yi Zhonghai's excuse and lowered his head in frustration.

I didn't expect that as soon as I finished speaking, I heard someone say, "Uncle, I'm sorry to bother you with money. I'm going to the countryside to show a movie, and I just happen to be in need of a Zhongshan suit that fits me. When I see a tailor tomorrow, you must ask him to sew three pockets on the Zhongshan suit, otherwise it will be uncomfortable for me to wear."

who!

The master and disciple who were whispering turned around and saw that Li Weijun had hidden behind them without them noticing.

He looked at Yi Zhonghai with gratitude and excitement, obviously having heard what Yi Zhonghai had just said.

It would be a shame not to wear the Zhongshan suit that was delivered to my door. Just consider it as the interest that you, Yi Zhonghai, owe me for all these years.

Yi Zhonghai was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, trying to change the subject: "When did Wei Jun come back? He didn't even say hello. Look how scared your brother Dongxu was. He was so scared that he couldn't even close his mouth."

"I think you, an old fox, are scared. You just said something big and got caught. Do you want to buy this dress or not? You might as well bite your back teeth off."

Jia Dongxu pursed his lips and thought secretly in his heart.

Then he pointed at the roaring machine next to him and said loudly: "Weijun, let's talk outside. The workshop is too noisy and I can't hear what you are saying clearly."

Li Weijun knew that this sickly guy wanted to take the opportunity to slack off, so he nodded. Since Yi Zhonghai was there, the few of them filed out without even saying hello.

As soon as he came out of the stuffy workshop, Jia Dongxu couldn't wait to hide in the shade of the trees and fanned himself with his hands to cool down.

Meizizi pulled out a crumpled cigarette from her back trouser pocket, which she probably got from the casino when she was "eating dog meat" last night.

At first, he pretended to hand it to Yi Zhonghai, but was rejected as expected. Then he turned around and was about to hand it to Li Weijun.

Li Weijun avoided him like the plague. Jia Dongxu is a talented person. What's the point of giving him a cigarette?

Why not break a cigarette into several halves and let each of you smoke a little?

Seeing that no one took the cigarette, Jia Dongxu smiled, lit it with a match, and took a puff.

He is a vulgar man, greedy for money, lustful, lazy and good at eating.

Especially after being fooled by Liu Haizhong and getting involved in gambling with a group of young gangsters, things became even worse.

As soon as I got close to the workshop, my back and waist ached, my eyelids drooped, and I wished I could sleep on the floor.

But once he leaves the workshop and sits at the gambling table with a cigarette in his mouth, he feels as happy as a god. His waist and legs no longer ache and he feels full of energy and vitality.

It can be said that the only thing Jia Dongxu can show off is his decent image with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his sweet mouth that can speak sweet words, which makes Qin Huairu very happy.

"Weijun, did you meet your sister-in-law when you went to Qinjia Village to show a movie this time? Did she get any good food? Not like usual, all she talked about was cornmeal, not to mention the hoarse voice, but no oil, meat or fish."

It's more than just a good thing, it's a priceless treasure.

Qin Huairu is in Qinjia Village, and she sells milk puffs and big sausages, which are really nutritious.

It’s a pity that these things can only be eaten secretly and without letting outsiders know.

Li Weijun blinked and looked at the nonchalant Jia Dongxu, but he finally resisted the urge to tell him the truth.

I just said perfunctorily: "I guess I got a lot of good stuff. I stuffed the sausage to Sister Qin, but Sister Qin probably felt embarrassed about it. She shook her head like a rattle and refused to accept it."

When Jia Dongxu heard that Qin Huairu didn't even want such a good thing as the pickled sausages, he was so angry that he slapped his thigh.

"Hey, this loser woman!"

"Why don't you want the sausage? I think you're not hungry enough. Weijun, listen to me next time. Next time there's good stuff like sausage, just force it on your sister-in-law regardless of whether she wants it or not! If she refuses again, you can say it was me who said that. Isn't this a waste of food?"

"Okay, Brother Dongxu, I'll do as you say next time. If Sister Qin blames me, you have to take responsibility for it."

Looking at Jia Dongxu who seemed to have missed something great, Li Weijun couldn't help but twitch his lips.

He turned his gaze to Yi Zhonghai and took out the Shanghai-branded large steel watch receipt that Li Huaide handed to him.

In the face of Yi Zhonghai's puzzled gaze, he chuckled and said, "Here, this is a reward from Deputy Director Li. He said that I must not bring shame to the steel mill when I show movies in the countryside in the future, and asked me to dress up. I thought it would be a pity not to use the tickets I got with great difficulty."

Yi Zhonghai was stunned for a moment, then realized and said, "So, Xu Damao failed the projectionist assessment this time?"

"That's not the case. He's still in the hospital. I heard he had a heart attack from anger. I'll have to take a fruit basket and go check on him tomorrow."

Li Weijun stuffed the bill into his pocket, puzzled.

"Brother Damao, how can you be so stingy? Can't you make a living anywhere? I'm a projectionist and he carries manure. Aren't we both serving the people? There's no priority. We're not the kind of people who don't care about friendship. Tomorrow I'll talk to Aunt Sun from the street and let Brother Damao sweep the streets. It's so glorious to earn a living by working hard."