"Da Mao, the leaders of the commune and the Public Security Bureau are here to give you a certificate of honor."
Chen Damao's eyes lit up. It turned out that there was not only a ten-yuan reward, but also a certificate.
A bright red certificate with his name on it was handed to him, as well as a towel, teacup and lunch box tied together with a red ribbon.
Although the commune did not issue a certificate of merit, a military kettle was hung around Chen Damao's neck. Both the kettle and the teacup were printed with the word "prize" in bright red.
"Thank you, leaders of the commune, thank you, leaders of the Public Security Bureau. I will work harder. As long as the security team is here, I will do my best on every shift."
The commune leaders were very satisfied with Chen Damao's answer, and the leaders of the Public Security Bureau also nodded frequently. If it weren't for the fact that this little guy had a low level of education, they would have wanted to recruit him into the police force.
Chen Weidang and Cuihua were even more proud as if they had won a prize. Following Li Huan's suggestion, Cuihua hurried to the kitchen and made a few cups of brown sugar water.
Chen Weidang even took the cigarettes that Li Huan quietly gave him and began to distribute them: "Leaders, please smoke. Leaders, please have some tea."
Everyone sat down, smoked a cigarette, drank a cup of tea, and exchanged a few words. After learning that spring ploughing would begin today, they said goodbye and left without wasting their time.
Li Huan hurriedly followed behind to see him off. When they arrived at the village entrance and there were no villagers around, Li Huan took out six or seven pens from his pocket.
Cheng Qiao found these pens by chance in the warehouse. There were thirty-six pens in a box, and they were all the famous Hero pens of that time.
"This was given to me by a man on the train when I was on my way to Huizhou because he had no food. It is useless for me to have so many of them, so I ask all the leaders to help me digest it."
"This is good stuff. I want two. I'll give you ten dollars."
Li Huan knew that the price of the fountain pen was very expensive. The supply and marketing cooperative sold it for five yuan each. However, it was not his intention to collect the money. Otherwise, why would he take out the fountain pen
"Old leader, I'm exchanging food for this. If you give me money, it means I can speculate. One per person. I won't get any more."
A sincere smile finally appeared on the face of the commune leader. It was not because he was bribed by a pen, but because he saw a good seedling who was good at building good relations with the masses.
"Work hard, and gold will always shine."
The commune leaders and the public security bureau leaders left satisfied. Li Huan returned to the village and picked up the plow to continue his unfinished work.
At noon, Cheng Qiao came to the field with lunch and saw that Li Huan had taken off his old cotton and sweater and was working in the field in a thin cotton sweater.
"Li Huan, wash your hands and eat, and put on your clothes. You will get sick if the cold wind blows."
Li Huan obediently put on his cotton-padded jacket but not his sweater, as he would have to take it off when he got hot while working, so he didn't want to bother himself.
The food Cheng Qiao sent today was very good and sufficient. There was a big lunch box full of fried rice, which was oily and yellow. I didn’t know how many eggs Cheng Qiao put in it. There was also a teacup of hot and sour soup and a big bottle of mushroom meat sauce, which was perfect with rice.
"Cheng Qiao, you guys are eating really well. Can you two finish this big box of fried rice? Or why not give me some."
Xu Laidi came to Cheng Qiao's side like a ghost, staring at the lunch box in Cheng Qiao's hand and swallowing his saliva continuously.
"Xu Laidi, did you know that your Chen Dazhu took Wang Qin to the county hospital?"
Cheng Qiao looked at Xu Laidi, whose belly was obviously bulging. The smile on her lips disappeared in an instant. She glanced at Xu Laidi coldly and asked.
Xu Laidi's heart skipped a beat. Chen Dazhu said that he was going to take a shit. Feces of rural people are also good things. They usually take them at home and can be used to fertilize their own fields.
It’s just that Chen Dazhui hasn’t come back for such a long time. I originally thought that his home was far away, and Chen Dazhui might make lunch after taking a shit. I didn’t expect that he would send that bitch Wang Qin to the hospital.
"What happened to Wang Qin? Why did she have to go to the hospital?"
"Your husband said that Wang Qin was hit on the head by Chai Jianmin, so he accompanied her to the hospital for treatment."
Xu Laidi’s first reaction was that Wang Qin’s head was smashed by Chen Dazhu in order to make Chai Jianmin pay compensation, and Wang Qin also had an excuse to ask for leave.
It has to be said that Xu Laidi knows both of them too well, and their every move cannot escape her eyes. But even if Xu Laidi guessed it now, what can she do? She has no money and no power, so there is nothing she can do.
"I'm hungry, can you give me something to eat?"
"I'm not your parents, and I'm even less your husband. If you need food, go home and cook it yourself. If you don't have food, borrow from the village and pay it back at the end of the year."
"Cheng Qiao, you really don't care about our relationship for so many years. We grew up together, and I have never treated you unfairly."
When Cheng Qiao heard Xu Laidie say that he had never treated her unfairly, her eyes turned bloodshot. Without thinking, she raised her hand and slapped Xu Laidie hard in the face.
"You... the village head's wife is beating someone up, help me..."
Xu Laidi was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran to the ridge of the field, shouting as he ran. Chen Weimin immediately stood up and pulled his two sons to meet him.
Aunt Wang also ran up the ridge and shouted at the top of her voice: "Xu Laidi stole Cheng Qiao's lunch. Xu Laidi is a robber."
Gousheng's mother happened to be next to Aunt Wang. She heard everything Xu Laidie and Chen Qiao said clearly. She also jumped onto the ridge of the field and started shouting along with Aunt Wang.
It was lunch time. Except for those who went home to eat, everyone who stayed in the fields gathered around with their bowls in hand. Xu Laidi didn't expect Aunt Wang to jump out again, and he didn't know how to start talking for a moment.
"Xu Laidi, the slap mark on your face was caused by Cheng Qiao, right? Folks, take a look, Cheng Qiao just became the village chief's wife and she dared to hit people. Isn't this just taking advantage of her husband being the village chief to do whatever she wants?"
"Bullshit, Chen Weimin, don't take revenge on your own. Your Chunhua is a slut and a murderer, so she deserves to be eaten. You are the son of a father who didn't teach his parents well, and you are blaming others for your mistakes. You are shameless."
Since she learned to read, Aunt Wang has been able to say many idioms. Her sentence "It's not the father's fault" won applause from Wang Xiangyang and others. The applause made Aunt Wang tremble with excitement, and she couldn't refute a word Chen Weimin said.
He really wanted to tear this bitch's stinky mouth apart, but when he thought of his own Zhaodi who was still lying on the kang groaning, he could only resist the urge to do it.
Fenqiu wanted to say something, but seeing this, he obediently went back to where he had eaten, picked up the steamed bun and took a big bite. It was so unfair that this second-rate guy was eating fried rice with egg.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Xu Laidi quietly retreated and walked directly to the village entrance. She was hungry, and since Chen Dazhu didn't bring her any food, she would go back and cook it herself. But Wang Qin was the bitch, and she must go and settle the score with her.