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 want to eat it when I'm waiting for it."

Huang Weizhong advised him not to be angry, "Han bureau just came here, just changed his job, the army came, do not understand our customs."

In general, new officials will invite their subordinates to have a rub when they take office. Of course, their subordinates will also give them "small gifts" to make friends with each other, and everyone will be happy.

Where do you know that Han Qingsong doesn't play cards according to common sense? He is stupid and out of place everywhere.

Han Qingsong went to minister Zhao and asked if his food relations had come.

Minister Zhao said with a smile: "come, later in our commune." Then he asked, "will Han Ju eat in the canteen or go home?"

Han Qingsong: "I usually eat at home sooner or later. If it's too late at noon, I will eat in the canteen." If something happens, it's hard to be busy.

In addition to the family who live in the compound, they can eat three meals a day from the canteen. Most of the other people eat lunch here, and even many people eat three meals at home.

In that way, we can bring out the grain and oil to do at home, and we can subsidize the family's rations.

Minister Zhao saw that his speech was very serious and serious. He was very different from the style of laughing and laughing of rural grass-roots cadres. He could not feel his temperament for the time being.

He said: "knowing that the Han Bureau has no food stamps, I will send them two days in advance. If you want to go home to eat, you can go to the canteen to make a list, and then go to the grain management office to get the grain out. "

If you want to get as much as you want, just communicate with the head of the canteen.

Han Qingsong took his food coupons for this month and next month, and the others will be sent with you in two days.

He first went to the canteen to make a list, and then went to the grain management office at the back of the commune to advance 30 jin of rations, half of which were fine grains, and the other half were changed into more sorghum flour and corn flour according to the ratio of thickness.

The grain coupons of 30 jin per month for ordinary government functionaries account for 60% of fine flour and 40% of coarse grain.

But it's a bit of a mess.

The indigenous commune members are steamed bread, Wowotou, etc. which are imported directly from one kilo. This is a rule passed down in the difficult period. It has not been changed so far. The local grassroots cadres have a lot of opinions. Because there is not enough to eat, they have to find another way.

The relationship between the county and the outside is that one kilo of processed grain can be cooked and eaten by oneself.

Han Qingsong's is different from others. He is 44 Jin of whole grain.

The advantage is that if you want to eat coarse grain, you can exchange it with your own food ticket. One kilo of fine grain can be exchanged for three to five kilos of coarse grain. If you want to exchange sweet potato, it may even be seven or eight kilos.

However, when they are not satisfied with food, many people exchange small food coupons for coarse food. After all, there are more coarse food and more people coming home to fill their stomachs.

He changed less than 50 Jin of corn flour and sorghum flour for 15 Jin of grain coupons, and he also changed three liang of oil for another Jin of grain coupons.

The staff member of the grain management office also took the initiative to disclose to him all the benefits of the grain management office. They can spend money on kerosene without a ticket, up to five Jin, a small barrel.

Large units like the grain management office are equipped with kerosene. They have several barrels of kerosene a month according to their ration.

In the past, it was not enough when we were tense, but now the economic conditions are much better than those in the early 1960s. The grain management office is very well-off. Not only can its own employees receive benefits, but also the more strong points can be sold.

It's not illegal. It's their welfare.

Of course, not everyone can buy it. Basically, you have to have status or relationship to buy it.

When rural commune members want to get coal and oil tickets from the brigade, it's only 30-50 Jin a month, and it's only 5 jin a year when it's difficult. They are very nervous.

In the city, there is a kilo and a half a month. Naturally, there are more cadres and the like, but some state-owned units will provide welfare, which is much better than that of members.

This is the difference between urban and rural areas as well as between commune members and state-owned units. Therefore, the common people are envious of those who eat public food and want to enter the city after sharpening their heads.

Han Qingsong changed his grain and went back to the compound with kerosene. Almost noon, he began to have lunch.

The canteen is also simple. Steamed bread, noodles, cakes and other dishes are big pot dishes. They are basically local seasonal vegetables. Naturally, they eat more oil than members, and even have meat dregs in them.

The staple food needs to be paid for with the food ticket, and the food only needs to be paid.

Sometimes the canteen will also make meat dishes, not meat tickets, but more money, more than half of the price than taking meat tickets to buy at least.

In addition, you can call yourself Xiaochao, which is more expensive.

Han Qingsong did not eat the meal himself. He carried the grain, packed the meat in his satchel, and went home with a kerosene bucket.

At noon, Han Qingsong comes back, Lin Lan is very surprised, did not expect that he carried grain back, and kerosene!

"Have you eaten yet?"

Han Qingsong gave her lunch box and satchel. "I haven't eaten yet."

Lin Lan's eyes brightened when she saw that there was meat in the bag.

Excellent! I haven't eaten meat for many days. She was afraid that the children would be too excited to hear the meat, which would make people blush. She didn't make it public. She just wanted to have the meat processed quickly after dinner. There is no refrigerator, the meat is afraid of bad, basically is first cut dry fried, the oil fried out, as long as no salt and water, the rest of the slowly eat will not be bad.

Han Qingsong looked at her with a smile, and felt that the meat was very cost-effective. He also thanks the head of the slaughter team.

When he came back, several children who were not willing to eat and were robbing the radio immediately pretended that they had nothing to do, and called Dad to eat quickly.

Lin Lan put Han Qingsong's meal on the table, "see if the canteen is better than our family."

Sanwang surprised: "the canteen has meat, oil and water!"

Lin Lan let the children eat Han Qingsong's meal.

Han Qingsong put the grain in the VAT and washed his hands to eat.

Lin Lan stewed pumpkin cake, and shrimp stewed eggs. In autumn, there are fewer and fewer vegetables in the garden. In a few days, we can only eat pumpkin, radish, cabbage and so on.

Lin Lan said: "you ride a bicycle. Don't walk."

Han Qingsong said, "it's not far. It's more convenient to walk."

The children scrambled to eat and went to school in a hurry for fear of being caught by their father.

Lin Lan said, "don't be so serious. Children are afraid of you."

Han Qingsong looked at her, "am I serious?"

Lin Lan showed a witty smile, "you are not serious, I am serious."

Han Qingsong looked at her, eyes set, involuntarily also lips bend, "the last few days of this month and next month's food tickets are received, other tickets to be issued in two days."

Lin Lan said happily: "it's good for you to go home, and we can all enjoy our happiness with you."

Thinking of the report letter, she felt a little guilty. For fear that Han Qingsong would take root in his heart, she naturally wanted to thank him for coming back, let him feel the sense of achievement needed, and let him feel the dependence and gratitude of her and her children on him.

Han Qingsong is a little weak when she says that. The country people are vulgar and seldom express their feelings in this way. It makes people feel numb.

But he was very helpful.

He also told her the punishment result of Zhao Jianshe's five people. Lin Lan was very happy, but she said, "is our senior also so severely punished? I'm afraid the old lady can't accept it. "

Han Qingsong said: "it's not a bad thing to go to the farm. Some people are staring at nengben to avoid big trouble in the future."

Lin Lan said nothing more.

After dinner, he still went to work on foot. When he arrived at the commune, Huang Weizhong said that he had sent out the trial notice in the afternoon and sentenced him tomorrow morning. After that, he could escort people to the reform through labor farm.

Han Qingsong said, "the verdict will be handed over to the reform committee tomorrow."

The Revolutionary Committee pronounced a sentence, and the Public Security Bureau escorted the soldiers with them.

Sun Zhuowen decided that it was Han Qingsong who wanted to shirk his responsibility and made people think it was decided by the Revolutionary Committee. He couldn't help saying: "Han Bureau, the Revolutionary Committee has no problem in pronouncing the judgment, but the signature of the trial is ours, which can't be relied on."

Han Qingsong turned to look at him and said, "why not? Is it wrong? "

Sun Zhuowen didn't expect that Han Qingsong was so direct and not euphemistic at all, which made him feel embarrassed.

Huang Weizhong immediately said, "no, no, the Korean Bureau has made a good decision."

At this time, there was a loud voice outside, "Han Ju, Luo Haicheng came to report!"

Huang Weizhong immediately said: "Han Bureau, this is Luo Haicheng, Captain Luo, the company commander of the militia company of our commune, and the leader of the Public Security Bureau."

Luo Haicheng strides in, "Han Ju!"

Han Qingsong got up and shook hands with him. "Hello, Comrade Luo Haicheng."

Sun Zhuowen looked sour. When he was the director of activities a while ago, Luo Haicheng was still against him and laughed at him.

Han Qingsong talked with Luo Haicheng a few words to learn about the public security situation in the commune area. He knew that there was no problem, mainly the training of the militia.

Luo Haicheng gave Han Qingsong the training plan, "Han Ju, please give me your advice."

Han Qingsong took a look, "it's good. Just follow this. The militia training of the production teams of each production brigade should be flexible. They should practice in leisure time, go to work when they are busy, and pay attention to the patrol of each production brigade. "

"Yes

"After the sentencing tomorrow, we will ask captain Luo to escort them to the farm." Han Qingsong said.

Luo Haicheng said with a smile: "Han Bureau orders, that is certain."

Sun Zhuowen would like to kick Luo Haicheng away. He needs your hospitality. What are you pretending to be.

In the afternoon, Han Qingsong got familiar 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 don't need to be tied up. They go directly to the inside and are sent to the reform through labor farm after the sentence is pronounced.

Han Qinghua was sent back to the commune two days ago and is now locked up with Zhao Jianshe.

When we first met, Zhao Jianshe was very angry and beat Han Qinghua with some skinny people.

If Han Qinghua didn't tell him that 1500 yuan, where would he use that evil idea and take people to steal money? As a result, he was caught by Han Qingsong?

He even doubted whether it was Han Qinghua's intention, but Han Qinghua said he was wronged. He just provided information. How can he rely on him?

He didn't know when the third brother came back.

Han Qingsong stood outside the wall, looking at several people in the yard.

Zhao Jianshe is still their little leader. When he looks at Han Qinghua, he is not good at it. He always wants to make trouble and give Han Qinghua another beating.

As soon as Han Qinghua saw Zhao Jianshe coming towards him, he immediately called out: "help, help, we're going to hit again!"

The militia in charge of the guard roared: "Zhao Jianshe, be honest."

Zhao Jianshe has a grassroots in his mouth and is full of ruffians. "How can I? I'm very honest. I'm the younger brother of the new director. How dare I move a finger?"

Then he spat at Han Qinghua and said contemptuously, "your brother is the director of the Bureau. You don't beg for mercy, let him let you go."

Inside and outside the words are threats. Let Han Qinghua think clearly and ask for help. It's better to let him go.

In fact, as long as Han Qingsong releases his younger brother, Zhao Jianshe has a way to go out with him. He can't just release his younger brother and detain others. In that case, he can write to report.

So as long as Han Qingsong releases his younger brother, he can be free.

Han Qinghua is wronged to death. She hates Lin Lan and Dawang very much in her heart. She also hates Han Qingsong.

If he can go home, he will take revenge!

If it wasn't for Lin Lan, he would not have been arrested, beaten by Zhao Jianshe, even less locked up here, and sent to the reform through labor farm!

"He will only kill his relatives with great righteousness. How can he let me go?" Han Qinghua said angrily.

At this time, the guard militia came to take Han Qinghua away.

Zhao Jianshe said: "Oh, this is to let go."

Han Qinghua was happy and immediately followed him.

Soon, he was led to the room used for interrogation. He saw Han Qingsong standing there at a glance. He immediately held his head high and said, "why, now I want to go to my home?"

Hum, I know you don't dare to lock me up. I don't want to talk about you.

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 down."

Han Qinghua stubble neck, hard airway: "tell you, late!"

If you don't take yourself home as soon as you come back, why don't you let go of my pressure? I'm not going back?

He complacently said, "I tell you, if you don't get my 1500 yuan and 1000 yuan IOU back, I won't go back."

Han Qingsong looked at him in surprise, "do you have any misunderstanding?"

Han Qinghua heart a Deng, "how ah, you dare not let me go?"

Han Qingsong: "you don't mean to repent at all."

Han Qinghua: "what should I change? I just read a book. What's the matter? You ask who doesn't watch in school? What's school literacy for? If you don't want to go to college, and you don't want to be assigned jobs, you're left with a book? I'm not allowed to read books, and I'm going to study bullshit? "

Han Qingsong picked an eyebrow, released his arm, and stared at him coldly, "you lead an outsider to steal, don't you have any regrets?"

"Remorse?" Han Qinghua raised her chin, "what do I regret? What's wrong with me? Your wife stole my money and forced me to write an IOU. Why don't you say that? She has 1500 yuan. Who in the village doesn't know? Why did I tell you that? What if I told you? Brothers are like brothers, women are like clothes, don't you forget? We are a family. That woman is just an outsider. You should give her a break, or my mother will make her angry. "

"Bang" punch, Han Qinghua fell to the ground, can't believe to look at Han Qingsong, "you, you hit me? You are no longer my third brother

Han Qingsong opened his clenched fist and gently turned his wrist, "this is a warning. You'd better go to the farm and reflect. "

He just used ten percent of his strength. How can he call it a fight?

Han Qingsong turned and left.

Han Qinghua was so scared that she turned pale that she could not stand up and climbed towards Han Qingsong. "Third brother, third brother, you don't care about me. Third brother, I'm wrong. I'm wrong. Please put me home quickly. I don't want to work in the reform through labor farm."

Han Qingsong ignored him and strode away.

When passing by the yard, Zhao Jianshe came up and said with a smile: "Han Ju, a little bastard, a little man with eyes and no sense of Taishan, please let Han Ju calm down."

Then he raised his hand and gave himself two mouths.

Han Qingsong did not look at him, and continued to stride out.

Zhao Jianshe was anxious to follow him, "Han Ju, don't give me the same opinion as this little bastard. I'm still young and I haven't grown up. I'm always such a jerk. My uncle..."

Han Qingsong said coldly, "I don't care about your uncle or your uncle. If you commit a crime, you have to reform through labor."

He left without looking back.

Zhao Jianshe saw that he left so mercilessly, and Han Qinghua burst into tears in the back room, so he sneered: "Han Qingsong, don't toast, don't drink!"

He was spoiled by his family when he was a child. If others came to him and said that Jianshe had beaten our children, they would say that "Jianshe is a good baby, sensible and never beat people.". With this kind of coming and going, Zhao Jianshe is becoming more and more perverse. In addition, there is an uncle in the Revolutionary Committee of the factory, and everyone has to flatter him. The uncle has no son and loves him most. He is used to him more and more.

In the county, even if the children under the leadership of the Revolutionary Committee are not as strong as him, they all think that he is the son of the director of the Revolutionary Committee.

As a result, no one thought that Han Qingsong didn't sell his face at all. He was not afraid to offend others, and he didn't talk about human feelings. It was a pain in the teeth.

……

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

When Zhao Jianshe fooled Han Qinghua, he naturally didn't talk about his family's too many contacts. Basically, he said that his uncle knew people in the Armed Forces Department and the military service department. In fact, his second uncle was very close to the county Revolutionary Committee, and he could basically talk.

Deputy bureau Li and uncle Zhao are primary school classmates. They are also children. They have a good relationship. A few years ago, they were also activists. Li then joined the Public Security Bureau, became deputy director, and Zhao joined the factory reform committee, which is also a powerful faction.

He smiles a little bit Zhao Er Shu, "you return this to me, nothing's wrong, the old man is not comfortable, take him to the hospital to have a look.". You're a weasel giving new year's greetings to the chicken. Ha ha. "

Two people gag play poor a few words, Zhao Er Shu sighed, "brother ah, construction still depends on you."

Deputy bureau Li knew that it was Zhao Jianshe who helped to send Han Qinghua back to the commune.

Before, Zhao Anpin thought that he didn't need to trust much relationship. He just said hello to the commune. He and sun Zhuowen were also able to say something. Just send back the construction and education.

It was a very simple thing. Who knows Han Qingsong didn't agree. He had to sentence the construction period to five years.

The family was in a hurry and wanted to get the child back immediately.

The elder brother and sister-in-law also complained about him. They wanted to have a relationship with each other before, and they immediately fished out the child. He said no problem. Han Qingsong's younger brother is still in the county. He is not afraid that he won't let people go. At most, he is just going through the stage and educating them.

He even thought about Han Qingsong, a tough old man. He was afraid that Han Qingsong, an honest soldier, would not come to the county to intercede with his brother. He went to Li Kuang Jiu to see if he would send Han Qinghua back to the commune.

They discussed sending Han Qinghua back, so that Han Qingsong didn't have to go to the county to plead for mercy, but directly taught him to take his younger brother home.

He doesn't judge his younger brother, so can he.

Send Han Qinghua over and bring Zhao Jianshe back. Everyone is happy.

In fact, this itself is a small thing that can't be done any more. If you want to leave it with others, you don't need to send it back. If you don't owe a favor, you will be pulled down.

They also specially mentioned sun Zhuowen that Zhao Jianshe was from the county. He was supposed to be sent back to the county for sentencing and could not be dealt with in the commune.

Who knows... There are such unreasonable people in the world. It's really

Vice Bureau Li did not go back to sit down and continued to walk out. Zhao Anpin followed him with wine.

"This Han Qingsong is not simple," Li said

"What's not easy, brother? You are the county director, but you can't beat him? In a word. " Zhao an is poor.

Li vice Bureau looked around, no one, he whispered: "vice, Han Qingsong is also."

"Hey, can he compare with you? His vice-president is a nominal one. Some people say it is just to raise his salary. This boy is a greedy man. I can't give him two hundred yuan. "

Deputy bureau Li shook his head. "It's not that simple. That one wants to woo him, too. "

Vice Bureau Li didn't tell Zhao Anpin the truth. Even if he didn't agree to send Han Qinghua back to the commune, it was useless. Another vice Bureau Gao wanted to sell Han Qingsong face. Even the old director wanted to sell face.

After all, Han Qinghua just read a few books. If his classmates didn't report badly, the Revolutionary Committee wouldn't bother to catch them.

He and Gao have been fighting openly and secretly for so many years, and the old director is looking forward to retiring after two years. Naturally, he can't make mistakes.

The more local grassroots, the more intertwined, fierce struggle.

Han Qingsong looks like a big old man. He has no culture and doesn't know how to be worldly. But he has military merit. Several commanders in the army value him very much.

If his old leader had not been implicated in criticism, Han Qingsong would not have changed his job. He was afraid that he would have gone further.

Let's not say anything else. Just look at the attitude of director Qin of the county Revolutionary Committee towards him.

Director Qin, who is the best judge, is not very respectful to the old director, but is polite to Han Qingsong, and takes the initiative to ask about Han Qingsong's household registration.

Although he is a fool, he can't stand it.

Of course, vice Bureau Li will not tell Zhao Anpin all about it. In this era of rapid changes and misfortune, only he can trust it.

Zhao Anpin said tentatively, "why don't I negotiate with Han by myself?"

Deputy Li chuckled and patted Zhao Anpin on the shoulder. "Can you talk to minister Zhang? Han Qingsong is his direct subordinate. "

Han Qingsong is not only the director of the Public Security Bureau of the commune, but also the Minister of the armed forces. Although he is a salaried idle job, he does belong to the leader of the Armed Forces Department of the county.

Minister Zhang is his direct leader.

"Brother, you still have a way. I'll go and ask."

"Go ahead, Minister Zhang likes to drink a little wine." Li Kuang Jiu pointed to the two bottles of wine.

Zhao anxiu went in a hurry. He felt that minister Zhang was easier to speak than vice president Li. He was a simple and direct person. If the relationship or things were in place, he was easier to speak. Deputy bureau Li is an old fox. He's more careful and shriveled.

However, Minister Zhang's daily relationship with Vice President Gao is a little closer. He is close to his relatives and friends, so he can't go directly to find him. That's why he came to find him to nag.

Now vice Bureau Li took the initiative to put it forward, so he didn't have to worry about it and went to shayazi.

The next day, as soon as Han Qingsong arrived at the commune, director Jia of the Revolutionary Committee called him over.

Han Qingsong enters the office.

Director Jia motioned for him to sit down and poured a teapot of boiled water in person

Han Qingsong looked at him with a puzzled face. He didn't understand why he was talking and panting.

"Han Ju, Han Qinghua is young and light. He just reads a book. There are some mistakes, but it's also good for education. Ah... "

Han Qingsong: "director, at their age, they are most likely to go astray and punish others with minor punishment."

I can even drag words!

Director Jia was a little embarrassed and laughed twice. This boy is really a big fool. He looks pretty and doesn't look like a fool. Why can't he understand the implication?

If we don't let Han Qinghua go home, how can we let Zhao Jianshe go.

Headache.

"Education is like going to the farm when the Revolutionary Committee meets every day to criticize and let them sweep the courtyard."

"No one sweeps the floor in our compound?" Han Qingsong some surprised, "then transfer a few militia to on duty."

Director Jia

Is it a matter of sweeping the floor?

"Han Ju, you see, they are not old enough to understand."

"Send it to the farm and get a good education." Han Qingsong is serious and his lips are almost straight. If Han Qinghua doesn't know how to repent, he should be well educated. Anyway, it's similar to going to the countryside with educated youth.

Director Jia found that he didn't understand it directly. It seems that he didn't understand it, but it's really blocking his heart to say it directly.

He had an idea and called sun Zhuowen.

Soon sun Zhuowen came in and couldn't hide his pride. What's the matter? Let him be sure.

Director Jia gave him a look to say.

Sun Zhuowen said to Han Qingsong, "Han Bureau, Zhao Jianshe has stolen, but he has not succeeded. There is no result. This is an attempt. I think it's a bit heavy for us, so we'd better change it to one year's education. "

In a year's time, if you are ready, you don't have to go to the reform through labor farm.

Han Qingsong said, "I just took office and I don't understand the regulations. Well, what do you think of the director's judgment of nearly ten years according to the usual practice? "

"Has the final say," the director of the police said. "The Public Security Bureau has the final say, I am the chief executive of the Revolutionary Committee, ha ha, you have the final say." At this time, the courts and procuratorates in the county were all confused, and the communes were even less confused.

Sun Zhuowen's eyes are all round. According to the Convention, Han Qingsong is not a psychopath. According to the Convention, Zhao Jianshe has to be closed for ten years, hang up a sign to tour the streets, and... Can we follow the convention!

Han Qingsong took a look at sun Zhuowen. "It seems that the director is busy. Let's go to the deputy bureau to pronounce the sentence."

Then he said to director Jia, "do you have to hold a meeting to criticize, so that others will not follow suit and ruin the public order of our commune?"

Director Jia said: "Han Bureau, this is not necessary. You see, we are short of manpower. We will be busy with autumn harvest in two days. Cadres are busy going to the countryside to guide autumn harvest..."

When he said this, all the cadres in the office looked at each other and quickly and quietly "guided" them.

Sun Zhuowen's small eyes of resentment turned into substance, almost poking two holes in Han Qingsong.

Han Qingsong, however, is so thick that he leaves with director Jia and goes back to his office.

Huang Weizhong said: "Minister Han, Minister Zhang of the county Armed Forces Department called."

The Revolutionary Committee of the commune has a telephone which is connected to the post office and is transferred from the post office.

The telephone is in the confidential room of the Revolutionary Committee, not in the director's office. All telephone calls are registered and strictly recorded.

Han Qingsong twisted his eyebrows. There was no serious armed department in the commune. He was the only minister in the commune. The armed Department of the county didn't know that he could call him.

Needless to say, it's also for this matter. Otherwise, who will think of him when he's full, unless he wants to withdraw his post and swallow his salary.

He went to the confidential room, the female operator helped to register and dial, and gave the phone to Han Qingsong.

As soon as the phone over there rings, it seems that the other party has been waiting.

Han Qingsong: "hello."

His voice was low, and now he was in a bad mood, so naturally he was even lower.

The female operator who peeked at him was so scared that she lowered her eyes.

Over there, Minister Zhang is still exchanging greetings and wrangling. He wants to beat around the Bush and bring the topic to Zhao Jianshe, so that Han Qingsong can release people quickly and don't offend others.

"Han Qingsong, you have a bright future. Your future should not be limited to communes. Your future is bright. You have to look far ahead, be ambitious and think about your future in the county... "

Han Qingsong frowned and muttered, "the phone is broken, I can't hear it clearly."

Then he handed the phone to the female operator and turned away.

The female operator listened to the passionate mobilization of the opposite, almost deafened, and quickly said in a loud voice: "the phone is really broken. I can't hear anything clearly. I have to send someone to repair it. Han Bureau, don't worry. I'll find someone to repair it now."

She put the phone on the desk and called out: "Xiao Jie, Xiao Jie, this broken phone is broken again."

Minister Zhang at the other end of the phone: "I'm sorry."

Zhao Anpin looked at Zhang Jinke expectantly: "minister Zhang, how are you? He agreed

Minister Zhang hung up with a suspicious expression, but there was no way.

"You can't make a phone call. If you don't meet and talk, it will be different when you arrive." Zhang Jinke told Zhao Anpin.

Zhao an said: "minister Zhang, it's reasonable to bring the construction back to the county. His younger brother will all be sent back to the commune. Why don't the construction come back?"

It's hard to say. There is no set rule. It depends on the local customs or the local style.

Stealing is basically a local punishment. If an outsider is caught stealing in the local area, the local militia will even deal with it and rarely send it back to other places.

What's more, it's not a bright thing. Let the county reform committee and the Public Security Bureau talk to the important people of the commune openly?

It's not that big.

Otherwise, we don't have to move around by ourselves.

Zhao thought his sister-in-law was crying at home and nodded, "OK, I'll go and give him face! No, it's minister Zhang

He left the Revolutionary Committee and immediately went back to get ready. His elder brother also wanted to go with him. They brought 300 yuan and some other gifts.

I thought sun Zhuowen would help them delay for a while. Even if they were sentenced, they would have to wait for lunch to go to the farm. As a result, when they arrived at Shanshui commune, Luo Haicheng, who was very active, had already escorted five of them to the reform through labor farm with no food.

Zhao Anpin and his brothers were not angry. They immediately divided into two groups. The eldest brother went to chase him, and Zhao Anpin went to find Han Qingsong.

Han Qingsong is having lunch in the canteen. He doesn't think there's any oil and water today. He doesn't send ordinary dishes or special ones home.

He made a meal, beat six mixed noodle wowowotou with the ticket of two fine flour steamed buns, and sat there eating potato chips stewed with radish.

He had a quick meal. He cleaned his lunch box and took it back to the office.

No one else in the office, only one I don't know.

He took a look. "Who are you looking for?"

Zhao Anpin immediately stood up and said with a smile, "I'm late. I'll invite Han Ju to dinner a few minutes earlier." But my heart is burning.

Han Qingsong poured himself a lunch box of boiled water and drank two mouthfuls. His teapot was left at home for Lin Lan to use. He ate and drank with a lunch box at work.

"When someone invites me to dinner during working hours, I invite him to prison." Han Qingsong said casually, but his face was very serious.

Zhao an poor choked for a while, "Han Ju is really joking."

Han Qingsong: "I'm not joking."

Zhao anpoor felt that the other side was just a club. He couldn't find a chance to fight because he couldn't get salt and oil.

How did such an unsophisticated person become a director?

Why don't you just switch jobs and let his family repair the earth?

It's killing me!

He couldn't help complaining that Han Qingsong must have offended the leader of the army. He had been driven back and made so many contributions. If he had given so many military contributions to others, he would have gone to the division headquarters.

Son of a bitch, it's better to be promoted, so as not to come back and harm them.

Zhao Anpin deeply realized that local officials raised money to Hai Rui to promote him. If he could, he would also be willing to promote Han Qingsong!

"Han Ju, let's open the window and tell the truth." Zhao Anpin let go.

Han Qingsong looked at him, "Zhao Jianshe's family is free. The verdict has been read out, and people will be sent to the farm, where they can visit without restriction. "

Zhao an poor a mouthful of blood, feel at any time to spray out.

"Han Ju, let's not die, we should be flexible..."

Han Qingsong looked at him seriously, "are you the uncle of Zhao Jianshe?"

Zhao Jianshe pulled his neck yesterday and called that he had something to do with Han Qingsong.

Zhao Anpin nodded with a smile, sweating on his forehead, wondering if he would take the money directly?

He put the two bottles of wine and two packets of tea at his feet forward, indicating that they were sent to Han Qingsong.

Han Qingsong eyebrows and eyes do not move, "quickly take it back, lest I catch you as a typical bribe, no joke."

"Han Ju is humor. I know you don't like this little thing. "

He also took out a bunch of tickets, including cloth tickets, cotton tickets, oil tickets, coal and oil tickets and so on, which all add up to a pile.

If you have a ticket, you have to spend money. Zhao anqiong adds another 100 yuan. This is a great gift. No one is not seduced.

Han Qingsong looked at the colorful tickets, picked up one and looked at it. It was 20 jin peanut oil.

Oh, big deal.

Zhao an poor face accompany smile, in the heart but despise ten thousand: local steamed stuffed bun, let you see! I can kill you with my ticket!

Han Qingsong's handsome face was covered with thick clouds, which made Zhao Anpin uncomfortable.

However, Zhao Anpin believes that Han Qingsong must be a greedy man. If he doesn't want to, he has a big appetite and is too little.

He thought very well that Han Qingsong would give as much as he wanted and save his nephew home first. After that, he immediately went to the county Revolutionary Committee to report the inhuman and greedy Han Qingsong!

"Han Ju, as long as you say, it's no problem how much you want. There are still 200 Jin of fine noodles." Zhao an poor narrowed his eyes, a very proud look, "I asked you to build a house, ah, bricks and tiles wrapped in me, how?"

Han Qingsong's thick eyebrows wrinkled into a Sichuan character and said, "no wonder the members are not satisfied with food and oil, and they don't have clothes. They are all with you."

Zhao an is poor a Leng, this is what words?

How did you get to me?

He said with a smile: "Han bureau is a sensible person. In two years, you can't finish eating too much. I'll change money for you at that time..."

"OK, you don't have to go back. Go to the farm with Zhao Jianshe." Han Qingsong threw those bills and money into a file bag, and then grabbed Zhao Anpin in his big hand, "let's go."

Zhao an is so poor that he doesn't understand what Han Qingsong means. He can't imagine that there is such a person who wants to arrest him for giving him money.

Did you offend 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? "

"You dare!" When Zhao Anpin found out that Han Qingsong was not joking, he took it seriously and became anxious.

He has managed so many relationships with Zhao Anpin, and he has never seen anything so unruly. It's a shame for the cadres!

Han Qingsong grabs him like a pair of pincers without giving him any face. At this time, sun Zhuowen and Huang Weizhong invite director Jia to come with them.

Director Jia said with a smile: "misunderstanding, it must be misunderstanding. Han Ju, don't be impulsive."

He came forward to pull Han Qingsong's wrist, trying to grab Zhao Anpin.

Once han Qingsong's hand catches something, it's like an eagle's claw. Where can it be broken off.

Director Jia was very embarrassed and said with a smile, "Han Ju, talk with me."

Han Qingsong said: "director, I want to report Zhao Anpin. How much is his monthly salary? He was so generous to bribe a commune cadre. "

Han Qingsong shakes out the contents of the paper bag and makes a colorful table.

Sun Zhuowen subconsciously felt his pocket, which also contained cloth tickets and food stamps.

Director Jia is more embarrassed.

Han Qingsong just said: "his behavior is even worse than Zhao Jianshe's, business is business..."

"Han Qingsong, don't spit out blood. What's the matter with me? If you see it, I'll give it to you Zhao an poor has been speechless, "you are not qualified to catch me, I belong to the county."

Sun Zhuowen scolded Zhao an poor fool in his heart and accompanied him with a smile: "Han Ju, we really have no right to arrest people."

He's going to poke his eyes into the sky in his heart. You said Han Qingsong, what a big face you are. He really thinks he's a big director.

A broken director of the commune, cadres are not good.

Most of them don't have sesame and mung beans. They are not as good as the director of supply and marketing cooperatives and the director of grain management institute! At most, it's like a security director. What do you say you're pulling? There's a new official to take office.

Zhao an poor is really the capital. Han Qingsong is so generous. He hasn't given himself so many things in recent years!

It's really good. I have to tell Li Ju!

Han Qingsong: "so you are not here to plead for Zhao Jianshe?"

Zhao an poor is like being stabbed, almost speechless.

Han Qingsong: "you come to my office to see me alone, not to plead for Zhao Jianshe, just to... Count your tickets?"

All of you

Zhao an was so poor that he could not ride a tiger. He kept a nest of wasps in his head. He broke the jar and cried, "what's the matter? I can count where I want! Who can control it? Who dares to arrest me? "

Han Qingsong said coldly, "it's you who are in charge."