Han Qingsong went out to find Minister Zhao.
Sun Zhuowen gritted his teeth angrily, and said to Huang Weizhong, "What is it, I don't even bother to eat it if you ask me to eat it."
Huang Weizhong advised him not to be angry, "The Han Bureau just arrived, just changed jobs, and the troops came, and they don't understand our customs."
Here, new officials usually invite their subordinates to give them a meal when they take office. Of course, the subordinates will also give "little gifts", and they will be friends with each other, and everyone will be happy.
How do you know that this Han Qingsong is playing cards according to common sense, and he is always stupid and out of tune.
Han Qingsong went to Minister Zhao and asked if his food relationship had come.
Minister Zhao smiled and said, "Come on, I'll be in our commune in the future." Then he asked, "Will the Han Bureau eat in the cafeteria or go home?"
Han Qingsong: "I usually eat at home in the morning and evening. If I can't make it in the afternoon, I'll be in the cafeteria."
Except for those whose whole family lives in the compound, they can eat three meals a day from the cafeteria. Others basically eat here in the afternoon, and many even go home for three meals.
In that way, we can bring out the grain, oil, etc. to make it home, and subsidize the family's rations.
Minister Zhao saw that his speech was very serious and serious, which was very different from the style of laughing and mingling with the grass-roots cadres in the countryside.
He said: "I know that the Korean Bureau has no food stamps, so I will send them two days in advance. If you want to go home to eat, you can go to the cafeteria to open an order and then go to the grain management office to pick up the grain."
If you want to get as much as you want, just communicate with the canteen team leader.
Han Qingsong took all his food stamps for this month and next month, and waited for the rest to be distributed with everyone in two days.
He first went to the cafeteria to make an order, and then went to the grain management office behind the commune to pay for 30 catties of rations in advance, half of which was fine grain, and the other half was replaced with more sorghum flour and corn flour in proportion to the thickness.
General office workers have 30 catties of food stamps a month, 60% of fine flour and 40% of coarse grain.
It's a bit messy here though.
The native-born commune members are the steamed buns, wowotou, etc. that are directly imported by a pound. This is a rule passed down during the difficult period. It has not been changed so far.
The relationship between the county and the outside world is that a pound of processed grain can be eaten by making it with noodles.
Han Qingsong's is different from other people, he is 44 catties of whole refined grains.
The advantage of this is that if you want to eat coarse grains, you can exchange your food stamps for yourself. One pound of refined grains can be exchanged for three to five kilograms of coarse grains of different types. If you change to sweet potatoes, it may even be seven or eight pounds.
However, when they are not full, many people exchange fine grain coupons for coarse grains.
He exchanged 15 catties of refined grain coupons for less than 50 catties of corn flour and sorghum noodles, and he also exchanged the other 1 catty of grain coupons for three taels of oil.
The employee of the Grain Management Office also took the initiative to disclose to him all the benefits of the grain management office. He could spend money to buy kerosene without a ticket, up to five kilograms, a small barrel.
A large unit like the Grain Management Office keeps kerosene, and they have several large barrels a month according to their quota.
It wasn’t enough when I was nervous before, but now the economic conditions are much better than in the early 1960s, and the grain management office is very well-off. Not only can their employees receive benefits, but the directors who have more can sell them.
This is not a violation, it is their welfare.
Of course, not just anyone can buy it, basically you have to have a position or a relationship to buy it.
Rural commune members have to receive kerosene tickets from the brigade, which is only three to two and a half catties a month, and five catties a year in difficult times, so they are very nervous.
One and a half pound a month in the city, so there are naturally more cadres, but some state-owned units will provide welfare, which is much better than that of commune members.
This is the difference between urban and rural areas and between commune members and state-owned units, so the common people are envious of those who eat public food, and they want to go to the city after sharpening their heads.
Han Qingsong changed the food and returned to the compound with kerosene. It was almost noon and started to eat lunch.
The cafeteria is also simple. Steamed bread, noodles, and pancakes are large pot dishes. They are basically local vegetables. Naturally, they eat more oil than the members, and there are even meat residues in them.
The staple food needs food stamps and money, and the dishes only need to be paid.
Sometimes the cafeteria also cooks meat dishes, without meat tickets, but the money is more, at least half the cost of buying meat tickets.
In addition, you can order it yourself, which is more expensive.
Han Qingsong didn't eat the food himself. He carried the grain, put the meat in the satchel, and went home with the kerosene barrel.
When Han Qingsong came back at noon, Lin Lan was very pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect him to come back with food and kerosene!
"have you eaten?"
Han Qingsong handed her the lunch box and satchel, "I haven't eaten yet."
Lin Lan glanced to see that there was actually meat in the bag, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
Very good! How many days have I not eaten meat and fishy? She was afraid that the children would be so happy that they would yell at the meat and make others jealous, and she would not make it public. She just wanted to process the meat as soon as possible after eating. There is no refrigerator, and the meat is afraid of spoilage. Basically, it is cut into pieces and dried, and the oil is cooked. As long as no salt and water are added, the rest will not go bad if eaten slowly.
Han Qingsong looked at her with a smile on her face and felt that the meat was a good deal, and even thanked the slaughtering team leader.
When he came back, the children who had been robbing the radio immediately pretended to be okay, and they hurried to eat when they called Dad.
Lin Lan put the food that Han Qingsong brought back on the table, "Let's see if the food in the cafeteria is better than ours."
Sanwang said in surprise: "There is meat residue and oily water in the cafeteria!"
Lin Lan let the children eat the food that Han Qingsong brought back.
Han Qingsong put the food in the jar, washed his hands and came to eat.
Lin Lan stewed pumpkin pancakes, and also stewed eggs with shrimp skin. In autumn, there are fewer and fewer vegetables in the garden, and in a few days, only pumpkins, radishes, and cabbage will be eaten.
Lin Lan said: "You are riding a bicycle, don't walk."
Han Qingsong said: "It's not far, it's more convenient to walk."
The children rushed to finish their meals and hurried to school, for fear of being caught and reprimanded by their father.
Lin Lan said: "Don't be so serious, you see children are afraid of you."
Han Qingsong glanced at her, "Am I serious?"
Lin Lan showed a playful smile, "You're not serious, I'm serious."
Han Qingsong looked at her, his eyes were fixed, and the corners of his lips curved involuntarily, "I have received the food stamps for the last few days of this month and next month, and the other tickets will be issued in two days."
Lin Lan said happily: "It's so nice of you to go home, and we can all follow along."
Thinking of the report letter, she felt a little guilty, for fear that Han Qingsong would have a thorn in her heart, so she naturally wanted to thank him for coming back, let him feel the sense of accomplishment that he was needed, and let him feel the dependence and gratitude of her and her children on him.
Hearing her say this, Han Qingsong felt a little uncomfortable. Country people speak vulgarly, and few people express their feelings like this, which makes people feel nauseous.
But he was very useful.
He told her about the punishment results of Zhao Jianshe's five people. Lin Lan was happy, but said, "Is the fourth child of our family sentenced so severely? I'm afraid the old lady won't accept it."
Han Qingsong said: "It's not a bad thing to go to the farm. Some people are staring at the performance points, so as not to cause big trouble in the future."
Lin Lan said nothing more.
After dinner, he still walked to work. When he arrived at the commune, Huang Weizhong said that the trial notice had been sent in the afternoon, and the sentence would be pronounced in the morning, after which the person could be escorted to the Laogai farm.
Han Qingsong said: "Tomorrow the sentence will be handed over to the Revolutionary Committee."
The Revolutionary Committee pronounced the sentence, and the Public Security Bureau escorted the militia.
Sun Zhuowen believed that it was Han Qingsong who wanted to shirk the responsibility, which made people think it was the Revolutionary Committee who sentenced him. He couldn't help but said, "Han Bureau, the Revolutionary Committee's sentence is fine, but the signature of the trial is ours, so we can't let it go."
Han Qingsong turned his head to look at him, "Let it go? Was the judgment wrong?"
Sun Zhuowen didn't expect Han Qingsong to be so direct and not euphemistic at all, which made it embarrassing that he couldn't get off the stage.
Huang Weizhong immediately said: "No, no, the Korean Bureau has a good judgment."
At this time, a loud voice sounded outside, "Han Bureau, Luo Haicheng is here to report!"
Huang Weizhong immediately said: "Han Bureau, this is Luo Haicheng, Captain Luo, the company commander of our commune militia company, and the captain of the Public Security Bureau."
Luo Haicheng stepped forward, "Han Bureau!"
Han Qingsong stood up and shook hands with him, "Comrade Luo Haicheng, hello."
Sun Zhuowen looked a little sour from the side. When he was working as the director a while ago, this Luo Haicheng was fighting against him and laughing at him.
Han Qingsong had a chat with Luo Haicheng to learn about the security situation in the commune's jurisdiction. He knew that there was no problem, mainly because of the training of the militiamen.
Luo Haicheng handed over the training plan to Han Qingsong to review, "Han Bureau, please advise."
Han Qingsong glanced at it, "Yes, you can follow this. The militia training of each production team should be flexible, practice in slack farming, go to work when farming is busy, and pay attention to the patrols of each team to watch the youth."
"Yes!"
"After the sentence is pronounced tomorrow, I will ask Captain Luo to escort them to the farm." Han Qingsong said.
Luo Haicheng smiled and said, "The Han Bureau ordered, that's for sure."
Sun Zhuowen can't wait to kick Luo Haicheng away, he needs your diligence, what are you pretending to be
In the afternoon, Han Qingsong familiarized himself with the environment and went to the temporary detention center of the Public Security Bureau.
The so-called detention center is just a small yard in the corner. At this time, the prisoners do not need to be tied up.
Han Qinghua was sent back to the commune two days ago and is now locked up with the four Zhao Jianshe.
When they first met, Zhao Jianshe was furious and beat Han Qinghua together with the skinny guys.
If it wasn't for Han Qinghua telling him the 1,500 yuan, how could he have had that evil intention and lead someone to steal the money, only to be caught by Han Qingsong
He even wondered if Han Qinghua did it on purpose, but Han Qinghua said he was wronged, he was just providing information, how could he rely on him
He didn't know that the third brother came back at that time.
Han Qingsong stood outside the wall and looked at a few people in the yard.
Zhao Jianshe was still their little leader. When he looked at Han Qinghua, he was very unkind.
Seeing Zhao Jianshe walking towards him, Han Qinghua immediately shouted, "Help, help, I'm going to beat someone again!"
The militiaman in charge of the guard roared: "Zhao Jianshe, be honest."
Zhao Jianshe held the grass roots in his mouth, and said stubbornly, "How can it be, I'm very honest, he is the new director's younger brother, how can I dare to move a finger."
As he spoke, he spat at Han Qinghua, and said contemptuously, "Your brother is the director, so you can't beg for mercy and let him let you go."
There are threats inside and outside the words, let Han Qinghua think clearly, quickly intercede, it is best to let go of himself.
In fact, as long as Han Qingsong releases his younger brother, Zhao Jianshe will have a way to follow him. It is impossible to only release his younger brother and imprison others.
So Han Qingsong can be free as long as he lets go of his younger brother.
Han Qinghua was so wronged that she hated Lin Lan and Dawang very much, and naturally she hated and angry with Han Qingsong.
If he can go home, he will definitely get his revenge!
If it wasn't for Lin Lan, he would not have been arrested, nor beaten by Zhao Jianshe, nor would he have been imprisoned here, and he would have been sent to a labor camp!
"He will only kill relatives righteously, how could he let me go." Han Qinghua said angrily.
At this time, the guard militiamen came over and took Han Qinghua away.
Zhao Jianshe said yin and yang strangely: "Yo, this is going to be let go."
Han Qinghua was very happy and immediately followed.
Soon, he was led to the room used for interrogation. He saw Han Qingsong standing there at a glance, and immediately raised his head and said stubbornly: "Why, are you going to let me go to my house now?"
Hmph, I knew you didn't dare to lock me up, to see that the old lady didn't talk about you to death.
Han Qingsong stood at the window with his arms in his arms. At this time, he turned to look at him and motioned to him: "Sit."
Han Qinghua grabbed her neck and said stubbornly, "Tell you, it's too late!"
If you don't bring yourself home as soon as you come back, can't stand the pressure of my mother and let it go again? I haven't come back yet
He said proudly: "I tell you, if you don't ask for my 1,500 yuan and a thousand-dollar IOU, I won't go back."
Han Qingsong looked at him in surprise, "Did you have any misunderstanding?"
Han Qinghua groaned in her heart, "Why, how dare you not let me go?"
Han Qingsong: "You have no intention of repenting at all."
Han Qinghua: "What am I going to change? What if I just read a book? You ask who doesn't read it in school? What is the purpose of going to school? It's not allowed to go to university, nor is assigned a job, so the rest is to read books. Books? Books are not allowed to be read, and you still go to school?"
Han Qingsong raised his eyebrows, let go of his arms, and stared at him coldly, "You don't have the slightest remorse when you invite outsiders to steal?"
"Remorse?" Han Qinghua raised her chin, "What do I regret? Where did I go wrong? Your wife stole my money and forced me to write an IOU, why don't you tell me? She has 1,500 yuan, who in the village doesn't know? Why did I tell you? What if I told you? Brothers are like siblings, women are like clothes, you forgot? We are a family, that woman is just an outsider, you should leave her, or sooner or later your mother will also make her mad..."
With the punch of "Bang", Han Qinghua fell to the ground and looked at Han Qingsong in disbelief, "You, you hit me? You are no longer my third brother!"
Han Qingsong released his clenched fist and turned his wrist slightly, "This is called a warning. You should go to the farm to reflect."
He only used 10% of his strength, how could he be called a beating
Han Qingsong turned around and left.
Han Qinghua was so scared that her face turned pale, she didn't care to stand up and crawled towards Han Qingsong, "Third brother, third brother, don't ignore me, third brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, please put me back quickly Home, I don't want to work on the Laogai farm!"
Han Qingsong ignored him, but strode away.
When passing by the yard, Zhao Jianshe came up and said with a smile, "Juju Han, a little bastard, the little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, please ask Juju Han to calm down."
As he said that, he raised his hand and gave himself both mouths.
Han Qingsong didn't look at him, and continued to stride out.
Zhao Jianshe followed him anxiously, "Ju Han, don't have the same knowledge as a little bastard like me. I'm still young, I haven't grown up, I'm always such a bastard, my uncle..."
Han Qingsong said coldly: "I don't care whether you are your uncle or your uncle. If you commit a crime, you will need to reform through labor."
He left without looking back.
Zhao Jianshe saw that he left so ruthlessly, and there was Han Qinghua's heart-wrenching cries coming from the back room, so he sneered loudly: "Han Qingsong, don't make a toast or eat a fine drink!"
He was also spoiled by his family since he was a child, and he caused trouble outside. If others came to say that your construction hit our children, they would say, "Our construction is a good baby, sensible, and never hits people". After going back and forth like this, Zhao Jianshe became more and more perverse. In addition, there is an uncle in the factory revolutionary committee, everyone has to flatter, the uncle has no son and loves him the most, making him more and more outrageous.
In the county, even if the children of the leaders of the Revolutionary Committee were not as arrogant as he was, they all thought he was the son of the Chairman of the Revolutionary Committee when they went out and wandered outside.
As a result, no one thought that Han Qingsong would not sell that face at all, neither afraid of offending people nor being humane, which made people hate it.
…
In the Office of the Public Security Bureau of the County Revolutionary Committee, Deputy Director Li was about to go out, and Uncle Zhao Jianshe was carrying two bottles of wine, "Director, are you going out?"
When Zhao Jianshe fooled Han Qinghua, he naturally didn't reveal too much of his personal connections. Basically, he said that his uncle knew people in the Armed Forces Department and the Military Service Department. In fact, his second uncle had a very close relationship with the county revolutionary committee. can talk.
Deputy Bureau Li and Uncle Zhao are elementary school classmates, and they have always had a good relationship with each other. Li joined the Public Security Bureau and became the deputy director, and Zhao joined the Factory Revolutionary Committee.
He smiled and nodded to Uncle Zhao, "You still give me this set, it's okay, the old man is not feeling well, take him to the hospital to have a look. You are a weasel greeting the chicken for the New Year, haha."
The two made a few jokes, and Uncle Zhao sighed, "Brother, I have to count on you for construction."
Deputy Bureau Li knew that it was Zhao Jianshe's business, and he helped send Han Qinghua back to the commune.
Before Zhao Anpin didn't need to think about it, he just said hello to the commune. He and Sun Zhuowen could also talk about it. Just send some benefits and send the construction back for education.
It was a very simple matter, but who knew that Han Qingsong would not agree with him, but he had to be sentenced to five years for the construction.
The family was in a hurry all of a sudden, and could not wait to snatch the child back immediately.
The elder brother and sister-in-law also complained about him. They wanted to have a relationship before and immediately fished out the child. He said it was fine. Han Qingsong's younger brother was still in the county, so he wasn't afraid that he wouldn't let him go.
He even thought about Han Qingsong, the old man, because he was afraid that Han Qingsong, an upright soldier, would not know how to be flexible and would not dare to come to the county to plead for his brother.
They discussed sending Han Qinghua back, so that Han Qingsong didn't have to go to the county to plead for mercy, and directly taught him to bring his younger brother home.
If he didn't sentence his younger brother, the construction certainly couldn't be sentenced either.
Sending Han Qinghua over and bringing Zhao Jianshe back, everyone is happy.
In fact, this is a trivial matter in itself. If you want to leave it with others, you don't need to send it back to greet you, and then you will be pulled over.
They also mentioned Sun Zhuowen specially, that several of Zhao Jianshe belonged to the county, and they were supposed to be sent back to the county for sentencing and could not be disposed of in the commune.
Who knew... There are such unreasonable people in this world, really...
Deputy Bureau Li didn't go back to sit down, and continued to walk out. Zhao Anpin followed him with the wine.
Deputy Bureau Li said: "This Han Qingsong is not simple."
"It's not easy, brother, you are the county commissioner, but you can't beat him? It's just a matter of words." Zhao Anpin said.
Deputy Bureau Li turned his head and looked around. There was no one around. He whispered, "Deputy's, Han Qingsong too."
"Hey, can he compare with you? His deputy is just a nominal name. Didn't someone say it was just to raise wages for him. This kid looks like a greedy for money, so he can't give him two hundred yuan?"
Deputy Bureau Li shook his head, "It's not that simple. That one also wants to win him over."
Deputy Director Li didn't tell Zhao Anpian the truth, even if he didn't agree to send Han Qinghua back to the commune, it was useless. Another Deputy Director Gao wanted to sell Han Qingsong's face, and even the old director wanted to sell his face.
After all, Han Qinghua was just reading a few books. If it wasn't for the fact that her classmates had made a serious report, the Revolutionary Committee would have been too lazy to catch them.
He and Gao have fought openly and secretly for so many years, and the old director will retire after two years, so he can't make mistakes.
The more local grass-roots level, the more intertwined, the more intense the struggle.
This Han Qingsong looks like a rude, uneducated, and unsavory, but he has military merit, and several commanders in the army value him very much.
If his old leader hadn't been implicated and criticized, Han Qingsong wouldn't have changed his career, I'm afraid he would have to go a step further.
If nothing else, just look at the attitude of Director Qin of the County Revolutionary Committee towards him.
Director Qin is the person who can watch people serve dishes the most. He is not very respectful to the old director, but he is polite to Han Qingsong.
Although he is a fool, he can't help but be a bit of a savvy.
Deputy Bureau Li naturally won't tell Zhao Anpin all the truth. In this era of fast-changing struggles and unfortunate outbreaks overnight, only he can trust him.
Zhao Anping tentatively said: "How about I go to negotiate with the surnamed Han myself?"
Deputy Director Li laughed and patted Zhao Anpian on the shoulder, "Can't you talk to Minister Zhang? Han Qingsong is his direct subordinate."
Apart from being the director of the public security bureau of the commune, this Han Qingsong is also the minister of armed forces. Although he is a paid idler, he is indeed under the leadership of the county armed forces department.
Minister Zhang is his direct leader.
"Brother, you still have a trick, I'll go and ask."
"Go ahead, it just so happens that Minister Zhang likes to drink a little wine." Li Kuangjiu pointed to the two bottles of wine.
Zhao Anpeng hurriedly went. He felt that Minister Zhang was easier to talk than Deputy Director Li. He was a simple and direct person. Deputy Bureau Li is an old fox, he is too careful and wilted.
However, Minister Zhang has a slightly closer relationship with Deputy Bureau Gao on a daily basis. Because of his close relationship, it is not easy for him to go directly to find him, so he came to this person to make a little chat.
Now that Deputy Bureau Li took the initiative to propose it, he didn't have any scruples, and hurriedly went away.
The next day, as soon as Han Qingsong came to the commune, Director Jia of the Revolutionary Committee greeted him.
Han Qingsong entered the office.
Director Jia motioned for him to sit down and poured a teapot of boiled water himself, "Han Bureau~~"
Han Qingsong looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, not understanding why he was gasping for words.
"Han Bureau, Han Qinghua is young, just reading a book. It's wrong, but well, it's also good for education. Ah..."
Han Qingsong: "Director, they are the most likely to go wrong at this age, and punish them with small punishments."
It can even pull words!
Director Jia was a little embarrassed and laughed twice. This kid is really a big stupid guy. He looks handsome and doesn't look like a fool. Why can't he understand the overtones
If you don't let Han Qinghua go home, how can you let Zhao Jianshe go
Headache.
"Education and education, if the Revolutionary Committee meets every day to criticize and let them sweep the compound, it's similar to going to the farm."
"Is no one sweeping the floor in our compound?" Han Qingsong was a little surprised, "Then send a few militiamen on duty."
Director Jia: "..."
This, is this a sweeping thing
"Han Bureau, look, they are not very old, so they are not sensible."
"Then send it to the farm and get a good education." Han Qingsong's handsome face is serious, his lips are almost straight. Han Qinghua, who doesn't know how to repent, should be well educated. Anyway, it is similar to the educated youth going to the countryside.
Director Jia found that he didn't explain it to him directly. It seemed that he didn't understand, but it was really frustrating to say it directly.
He had an idea and called Sun Zhuowen.
Soon Sun Zhuowen came in, unable to hide the smugness on his face, what's the matter, let him say it right.
Director Jia gave him a look and asked him to speak.
Sun Zhuowen said to Han Qingsong: "Han Bureau, although Zhao Jianshe committed theft, but he did not succeed, there is no result, this is called an attempt. The above thinks that our sentence is a bit heavy, why don't we change it to one year of education and education? Got it."
If it takes a year, you need to start and finish, and prepare. In fact, you don't need to go to the labor camp.
Han Qingsong said: "I just took office and I don't understand the regulations. So, what do you think of the director?"
Director Jia said haha, "Well, the Public Security Bureau has the final say in handling the case, and the Revolutionary Committee is in charge of the administration and economy. Haha, you have the final say." At this time, the county court and procuratorate were all confused, and the commune was even worse. No, most of them are confused.
Sun Zhuowen's eyes are all round. According to the usual practice, this Han Qingsong is not insane, right? According to the usual practice, Zhao Jianshe has been locked up for ten years, and he has to hang a sign to parade through the streets.
Han Qingsong glanced at Sun Zhuowen, "It seems that the director is busy, Deputy Bureau Sun should go and pronounce the sentence."
Then he said to Director Jia: "Do we have to hold a meeting to criticize, lest others follow suit and ruin our commune's security."
Director Jia hurriedly said: "Han Bureau, this is not necessary. You see, we don't have enough staff. We will be busy with the autumn harvest in two days. The cadres are busy going to the countryside to guide the autumn harvest..."
When he said this, the cadres in the office looked at each other in dismay, and hurriedly went to "guidance" quietly.
Sun Zhuowen's small resentment eyes turned into substance, almost poking Han Qingsong into two holes.
However, Han Qingsong was so thick-skinned that he said goodbye to Director Jia and returned to his office.
Huang Weizhong said hurriedly: "Minister Han, Minister Zhang of the County Armed Forces Department is calling."
The Revolutionary Committee of the commune had a telephone, which was connected to the post office, and was transferred from the post office.
The telephone is in the secret room of the Revolutionary Committee, not in the director's office. All calls must be registered and recorded strictly.
Han Qingsong raised his eyebrows. The commune did not have a serious Armed Forces Department at all. He was the only official minister, and the County Armed Forces Department didn't know it, and could still call him.
Needless to say, it's also for this, otherwise, whoever is full will think of him, unless he wants to sack him and swallow his salary.
He went to the confidential room, and the female operator helped to register and dial, and gave the phone to Han Qingsong.
The phone rang as soon as it made a call, and it seemed that the other party had been waiting.
Han Qingsong: "Hello."
His voice was magnetic and low, and he was in a bad mood at the moment, so it naturally became more and more low.
The female operator who was peeking at him was so frightened that she quickly lowered her eyes.
There, Minister Zhang was still chatting and chatting, and wanted to turn the topic around to Zhao Jianshe, and asked Han Qingsong to release people quickly, so as not to offend people.
"Han Qingsong, you have a bright future. Your future should not be limited to the commune. Your future is bright. You have to look far ahead, be ambitious, and think about your future when you come to the county..."
Han Qingsong frowned and muttered, "The phone is broken, I can't hear you clearly."
As he spoke, he handed the phone to the female operator and turned away.
The female operator listened to the passionate and mobilizing words from the opposite side, her ears almost deafened, and she quickly said loudly: "The phone is really broken, I can't hear anything clearly, I have to get someone to fix it quickly, Korean Bureau, you. Don't worry, I'll find someone to fix it."
She put the phone on the table and called out, "Xiaojie, Xiaojie, this broken phone is broken again—"
Minister Zhang on the other end of the phone: "..."
Zhao Anpin looked at Zhang Jinke expectantly: "Minister Zhang, how is it? He agreed."
Minister Zhang hung up the phone with a suspicious expression on his face, but nothing happened.
"You can't make a phone call, why don't you make a trip in person? If you don't meet and talk, you won't be friendly. It's different when people arrive." Zhang Jinke told Zhao Anpian.
Zhao Anpin said: "Minister Zhang, it stands to reason that the construction should be brought back to the county, and his younger brother will be sent back to the commune, why can't the construction be brought back?"
This is really impossible to say, there is no certain rule, it all depends on the local practice or local style.
Stealing things are basically punished locally. If a foreigner is caught stealing things locally, the local militia company will deal with it, and few of them will be sent back to other places.
Besides, this is not a bright thing, let the County Revolutionary Committee and the Public Security Bureau openly ask people from the commune
It's not that big.
Otherwise, there is no need for Zhao Anpin to move around by himself.
Zhao Anpin thought that his sister-in-law was crying and wiping her tears at home, and nodded, "Okay, I'll go and give him this face! No, it's Minister Zhang who has a lot of face."
He left the Revolutionary Committee and immediately went back to prepare. His eldest brother would also be with him. The two brought 300 yuan and a few other gifts.
I thought that Sun Zhuowen would help them to delay, even if the sentence was pronounced, they would have to wait until after dinner before going to the farm. As a result, when they hurried to Shanshui Commune, Luo Haicheng, the active man, had personally led the five of them to go to the Laogai farm without food.
The two brothers Zhao Anpin didn't care to get angry, and immediately divided their troops, the elder brother went after him, and Zhao Anpin went to Han Qingsong.
Han Qingsong is having a meal in the cafeteria. He sees that there is no oil or water today, just ordinary dishes, and they will not be delivered home if there is nothing special.
After he finished his meal, he used the ticket of two thin-faced steamed buns to make six mixed noodles, and sat there and ate potato chips stewed with radishes.
He ate quickly, cleaned the boxed lunch by himself, and took it back to the office.
No one else in the office was there, except for one person who didn't know him.
He glanced at it, "Who are you looking for?"
Zhao Anpin stood up immediately and said with a smile, "I'm late, I'll invite the Han Bureau to dinner a few minutes earlier." But his heart was full of anger.
Han Qingsong poured himself a lunch box of boiled water and drank two sips.
"Whoever invites me to dinner during work hours, I will invite him to jail." Han Qingsong said casually, but his face was very serious.
Zhao Anpin was choked for a moment, "Han Bureau really knows how to joke."
Han Qingsong: "I'm not joking."
Zhao Anpeng felt that the other party was just a stick.
How did such an unworldly person become the director
Why not just change jobs and let his family repair the earth
It just pisses people off!
He couldn't help but slander that Han Qingsong must have offended the leader of the army who was driven back. He was blind for so much credit. If he gave so much military credit to others, he would have left the division earlier.
Damn, it's better to get promoted, so as not to come back and harm them.
Zhao Anpeng deeply felt the sadness of the local officials pooling money to give Hai Ruipao his promotion, and he would be happy to promote Han Qingsong if he could!
"Han Bureau, let's open the skylight and say something bright." Zhao Anpeng went out of his way.
Han Qingsong looked at him, "Zhao Jianshe's family is exempted from talking. The verdict has been read out, and people are also sent to the farm to visit there, there are no restrictions."
Zhao Anpin felt like he was going to spit out a mouthful of blood at any time.
"Korean Bureau, let's not talk to death, we should be accommodating..."
Only then did Han Qingsong look at him seriously, "Are you the uncle of Zhao Jianshe?"
Zhao Jianshe tugged at his neck yesterday and called him to have a relationship, and let Han Qingsong get out of the way.
Zhao Anpin nodded with a smile, sweat on his forehead, wondering if he should take the money directly
He put the two bottles of wine and two packets of tea at his feet forward, indicating that they were given to Han Qingsong.
Han Qingsong's brows did not move, "Hurry up and take it back, lest I catch you as a bribe model, no joke."
Zhao An sneered, "The Korean Bureau is just humor. I know you don't like this little thing."
He took out another stack of tickets, including cloth tickets, cotton tickets, oil tickets, kerosene tickets, and so on, all adding up to a pile.
If you have a ticket, you have to spend money. Zhao Anpin also attached a hundred yuan. This is a great gift, and no one is not tempted.
Han Qingsong looked at the colorful tickets, picked up one and looked at it, it was 20 catties of peanut oil.
Oh, big deal.
Zhao Anpin had a smile on his face, but he was very contemptuous in his heart: You bastard, let you see and see! Grandpa can kill you with a ticket!
Han Qingsong's handsome face was covered with thick clouds, and the forcing momentum spread out, which made Zhao Anpin feel uncomfortable.
However, Zhao Anpian believes that Han Qingsong must be greedy for money.
He thought very well that Han Qingsong would give as much as he wanted, and save his nephew home first. After giving it, I immediately went to the county revolutionary committee to report it, and slapped this unreasonable and greedy Han Qingsong!
"Han Bureau, as long as you say a word, it's fine to want as much as you want, and there are still two hundred catties of fine noodles." Zhao Anping narrowed his eyes and looked very proud, "I asked you to build a house, brick. How about wrapping around me?"
Han Qingsong frowned deeply into a Sichuan character, and said word by word: "No wonder the members of the commune are not full of grain and oil, and there is no cloth. It turns out that they are all here with you."
Zhao Anping was stunned for a moment, what are these words
Why did you come to me
He smiled and said, "The Han Bureau is a sensible person. You won't be able to finish it within two years. I'll help you exchange money..."
"Okay, you don't have to go back anymore, let's go to the farm with Zhao Jianshe." Han Qingsong threw the bills and money into a file bag, then grabbed Zhao Anpin with big hands, "Let's go."
Zhao Anping was stunned, he didn't understand what Han Qingsong meant, and he never expected that there was such a person who gave him money by himself, but he actually wanted to arrest him.
Has anyone offended the God of Wealth like this
"Han, Han Qingsong, what do you mean?"
Han Qingsong frowned, "Are you stupid? Didn't I make it very clear?"
"How dare you!" Zhao Anpian became anxious when he realized that Han Qingsong was not joking, but took it seriously.
He Zhao Anpin has managed so many relationships, and he has never seen such an unethical person. It is a shame for a cadre!
Han Qingsong grabbed him like a pair of pliers, showing no face at all. At this time, Sun Zhuowen and Huang Weizhong invited Director Jia to come with him.
Director Jia smiled and said: "Misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding, Han Bureau, don't be impulsive."
He stepped forward and pulled Han Qingsong's wrist, trying hard to grab Zhao Anpin.
Once Han Qingsong's hand clasped something, it was like an eagle's claws, and no one could break it off.
Director Jia was very embarrassed and smiled, "Ju Han, take the opportunity to speak."
Han Qingsong said: "Director, I want to report Zhao Anpin, how much is his salary a month? How can he be so generous to bribe a commune cadre."
Han Qingsong shook out the contents of the document bag and laid out a colorful table.
Sun Zhuowen subconsciously touched his pocket, which also contained cloth coupons and food coupons.
Director Jia was even more embarrassed.
Han Qingsong said righteously: "His behavior is a hundred times worse than that of Zhao Jianshe, and he is official..."
"Han Qingsong, you don't want to spit, what's wrong with me taking it out and counting? If you see it, I will spit it out if you don't give it to you!" Zhao Anpian was already at a loss for words, "You are not qualified to arrest me, I belong to the county. "
Sun Zhuowen scolded Zhao An for being a poor idiot, while laughing with him: "Han Bureau, we really don't have the right to arrest people."
He was about to poke his eyes into the sky. You said that Han Qingsong is a big face, and he really thinks he is a chief director.
If a commune has a broken bureau chief, even a cadre is not good enough.
Most of the sesame and mung beans are not available, not even the director of the supply and marketing cooperative and the director of the grain management office! At most, it's like a director of public security. You say what are you doing, and there are three fires for a new official to take office.
Zhao Anpian really made a lot of money, and Han Qingsong was so generous in managing him. He hadn't given himself so much in the past few years!
It's really good, I have to report to Bureau Li!
Han Qingsong: "So you didn't come to plead for Zhao Jianshe?"
Zhao Anpin was almost speechless as if he had been stabbed.
Han Qingsong: "You came to my office to see me alone, not to plead for Zhao Jianshe, but just to... count your tickets?"
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Zhao An was unable to ride a tiger and kept a swarm of wasps in his head. He broke the jar and shouted: "What happened? I can count where I want! Who can control it, who dares to arrest me?"
Han Qingsong said coldly, "You are the one who was caught."