The old skin, the weather-beaten face, the lines of wrinkles, the hands and feet trembling slightly.
He was as skinny as a stick, his hands were all skin and bones, and his eyes were deeply sunken.
Under the dim light, the deaf old lady looked particularly scary.
When Yan Bugui and Yi Zhonghai saw the deaf old lady taking action, they both said in their hearts that it was safe this time.
Yi Zhonghai opened his eyes and cursed: "Li Weidong, you are too ignorant. The deaf old lady is the ancestor of our courtyard. As juniors, if we have any good things, we should respect her. This is called respect."
elder."
"It's better for you. The factory will reward you with dozens of kilograms of fine white flour, and you can hide it and eat it yourself without saying a word."
"You are so selfish!"
Li Weidong finally came to his senses now. It was a coincidence that these people came to fight with Qiu Feng after they learned that his family had fine white noodles.
Faced with Yi Zhonghai's moral kidnapping, Li Weidong laughed: "Yi Zhonghai, respecting the elderly is our traditional Chinese virtue."
"That's true, but some old people don't deserve respect at all."
"It's like a deaf old lady who thinks she is the ancestor of the courtyard all day long, but has never done anything to help the big guys. She only tries to sidetrack her. Is such an old lady worthy of respect?"
At this time, many residents heard the noise and gathered around.
Hearing Li Weidong's words, they all nodded.
"That's right, the deaf old lady only cares about Yi Zhonghai and Silly Zhu in the courtyard."
"Once I was in a hurry and wanted to eat, and I wanted the deaf old lady to help me look after the child. She pretended not to hear and turned around and went into the house."
"Me too. When I didn't have enough to eat, I wanted to ask the deaf old lady to borrow half a pound of noodles, but the deaf old lady ignored me."
"A while ago, I put half a pound of red dates outside the door to dry, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye. My son saw that the deaf old lady had stolen it, so I came to the door, but the deaf old lady refused to admit it. Instead, she scolded me for framed her and wanted to kill me.
Report to the street office.”
The residents in the courtyard were often bullied by the deaf old lady, but they did not dare to speak out because of the deaf old lady's prestige.
Now seeing that Li Weidong fired first, they no longer cared about it and told all the scandalous things the deaf old lady had done.
Their words were like sharp knives piercing into the deaf old lady's heart. Her heart ached so much that she found it difficult to breathe.
"Li Weidong, you kid, look for a beating!"
The deaf old lady picked up the crutch and wanted to hit Li Weidong, but suddenly stopped.
She thought about the last encounter, when she wanted to beat Li Weidong, but she was injured and hospitalized instead.
When most people saw her carrying a cane, they were too scared to dodge for fear of hurting her, but Li Weidong didn't regard her as an old man at all.
The deaf old lady turned her head and shouted subconsciously: "Silly Zhu, grandma is being bullied. Come and help."
In the past, when the deaf old lady encountered a thorn in her head, she would call Si Zhu to come out and help.
Silly Zhu rolls up his sleeves and does not hesitate to fool around, who is not afraid?
but.
As soon as the deaf old lady finished speaking, she felt something was wrong.
Her silly pillar no longer belongs to her.
Sure enough, Shazhu was in the crowd at this time. When he heard the shouting, he subconsciously wanted to stand up, but was stared back by Han Zhizhi with a sharp look.
Han Zhizhi pointed at Sha Zhu's nose and said: "Si Zhu, Brother Wei Dong is our benefactor. If you dare to go against Brother Wei Dong, don't enter the house tonight."
Silly Zhu shrank his neck in fear and said with a sneer: "That's not possible, how could I go against brother Wei Dong!"
Silly Zhu hugged He Hua and pretended that he didn't hear the deaf old lady's shout.
Seeing that Silly Zhu didn't move, the deaf old lady's arrogance suddenly disappeared without a trace, and she stood there with her neck hunched and stopped saying a word.
The defeat of the deaf old lady was beyond Yan Bugui's expectation. He did not expect that the ancestor of the courtyard was not Li Weidong's opponent.
He was reluctant to give up, but he couldn't bear to part with those fine white noodles.
Yan Bugui calculated that even if he only exchanged ten pounds of fine white flour with Li Weidong and sold it at the pigeon market, he could make a net profit of five yuan.
Five yuan! It’s enough for Yanbu Gui to pick up scraps for half a year.
Yan Bugui took a deep breath, stepped forward bravely, looked at Li Weidong and said with a smile: "Comrade Weidong, you may have misunderstood. We are not asking you to give us fine white flour. We are going to give you coarse grains."
Replacement."
Replacement Li Weidong glanced at Yan Bugui in surprise.
Yan Bugui took the opportunity and said: "Look, my daughter-in-law has just moved in and is not used to eating coarse grains. Now we can't buy fine grains in the market. You have so much refined white flour that you can't finish it by yourself. Why don't you exchange it with us?"
Into coarse grain."
"Third uncle, what's the replacement method?"
"Of course, according to the price at the grain station, every kilogram of refined white flour is exchanged for two kilograms of coarse grains." Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses frame and blinked with his small eyes.
Li Weidong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Yan Bugui, others say you are a man who has to taste the salty taste even when a dung truck passes by. I didn't believe it at first."
"I heard what you said today, but I feel that those people still underestimated you. You are simply knocking the bones and sucking out the marrow!"
"The price of pigeons in the market is one to ten. When I get to you, you only give me one to two. Do you think I am a fool?"
The residents who were watching also nodded, and Silly Zhu shouted in the crowd: "That's right, Third Master, your little calculation is too shrewd."
There was no embarrassment on Yan Bugui's face, and he laughed and said: "Weidong, what you said is wrong. We are neighbors and should help each other. If you return it to me according to the price on the pigeon market, wouldn't it look like that?
It is impersonal and does not unite the masses."
"Weidong, you are the chief director now, and your wife Yu Li is the street office clerk and the second uncle of our courtyard. If you get a bad reputation for not uniting with the masses, your future will be worrying."
What does it mean to be a master of moral kidnapping? This is it.
No, this is no longer a moral kidnapping, but a naked threat.
However, since Li Weidong met them at the door, he knew that these people were definitely going to cause trouble, so he made preparations early.
Li Weidong glanced at the crowd, and the aunt from the Zhang family next door came out and said with a smile: "Old Yan, what are you talking about! Why don't you unite the masses? Brother Weidong knew that our child was sick recently, so he specially sent him to
You gave me half a kilogram of fine white flour and asked me to make porridge for my children. How can such a good person be labeled as not uniting with the masses?"
Uncle Liu came out: "Weidong knew that my old lady was in poor health, so he specially exchanged five kilograms of my stick noodles with fine white noodles. Although the exchange ratio was one to ten, I still expressed my gratitude to Weidong. Now I am in Ge
There are no fine grains for sale at all in the market.”
The sister-in-law of the Hu family came out: "My family has also changed to three kilograms of fine white flour, and I will save it for steaming white flour steamed buns for my children's birthdays."
At one time, seven or eight courtyard residents stood up.
Some of Li Weidong gave them some fine white noodles, and some of them replaced them.
Looking at these residents, Yan Bugui's face turned pale. He did not expect that Li Weidong was really willing to take out the white noodles.
but
Yan Bugui took a deep breath and looked at Li Weidong: "Since they can change to white noodles, I can also change, right?"
"Of course, as long as you exchange it at a ratio of one to ten, I will give you back as much as you want." Li Weidong agreed without hesitation.
Anyway, Liu Lan needs ten kilograms of stick noodles every month, so the whole grains he gets in return will not be wasted.
"One to ten"
Yan Bugui was a little hesitant. This ratio was too high. He changed to fine white flour and put it on the pigeon market, but there was no profit at all.
It would be great if Li Weidong could give some away for free.
Yan Bugui secretly winked at Jia Zhang.
Jia Zhang, who had been standing in the darkness, walked out boldly and stared at her triangular eyes: "Li Weidong, you gave the Zhang family stick noodles, why don't you give them to me? I am a lonely old woman now, and I can't live a good life.
It’s very difficult.”
At this time, Qin Huairu came out and said, "Ms. Jia Zhang, I take care of your meals every day. Why is your life so difficult?"
Jia Zhang did not expect Qin Huairu to appear at this time, and was speechless for a moment.
Qin Huairu glanced at Li Weidong charmingly, turned her head and stared at Jia Zhang with her eyes: "Don't think that I let you come back this time just because I'm afraid of you. If you dare to mess around again, I can kick you out!"
A while ago, Qin Huairu had to take Jia Zhang back to Jia's house because she was afraid that Jia Zhang would engage in immortal dance.
At that time, the two reached a consensus that Qin Huairu would provide Jia Zhang with meals every day, and Jia Zhang would be honest in the future.
Jia Zhang knew clearly that Qin Huairu was helping Li Weidong, but she had no choice but to stand aside.
The defeat of the Jia Zhang family meant that the war organized by Yan Bugui was a complete failure.
Li Weidong looked at Yan Bugui, who had a gloomy face, and said coldly: "Third uncle, do you want to change to white noodles?"
"No, it's too expensive if I don't want to change it. The stick noodles are pretty good." Yan Bugui laughed twice and ran away quickly.
Qin Huairu stepped forward and clapped her hands: "Okay, it's so late and everyone has to go to work tomorrow, so let's break up."
The storm came to an end.
Back in the house, after Yu Li fell asleep, Li Weidong threw the sack containing ten kilograms of stick noodles into the space warehouse.
Li Weidong now has a jeep issued by the steel rolling mill, but the jeep is too conspicuous.
Although Li Weidong is the director now, he still has to keep a low profile and maintain his true nature as a working people.
then.
The jeep has been parked in the parking lot of the truck fleet, and Li Weidong always rides a bicycle to and from get off work.
Early the next morning, Li Weidong got up early thinking about Fatty Yu.
After washing his face, he had a hasty breakfast and went out with his canvas bag.
As soon as he reached the front yard, he was stopped by the Yan family's daughter-in-law.
It seemed that she had been particularly well-dressed today, with her long black hair hanging loosely behind her back, her bulging floral cotton jacket, and her tight black cotton trousers stretched straight, making her legs look very long.
As he walked, he exuded a sense of excitement.
He lightly flipped his hair, bit his lip, and smiled charmingly: "Director Li, I heard what Yan Jiecheng said yesterday. My father-in-law is so shameless that he dared to make trouble with you. Don't worry, I will definitely criticize him.
Yes, I also hope that your lord has a lot of it and don’t care about it with him."
Is this a red face and a bad face?
Yan Bugui offended him and came to apologize, which is kind of interesting.
"Don't mention the past anymore. I still have to go to work. Goodbye!"
Although Li Weidong doesn't know what kind of medicine is being sold in the gourd, as long as I don't take the initiative, you won't be able to do it.
After Li Weidong left, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
She didn't expect that both times she took the initiative, she would end up in failure.
Is this Li Weidong really a mistress who is not close to women?
No, I heard that the Qin sisters don't know anything about him.
Just when he was puzzled, Yan Jiecheng's voice came from inside the house.
"Xiao Cui, it's time to have breakfast!"
When I entered the room, I saw stick noodle porridge, steamed buns, and a plate of peanuts placed on the table.
Her face suddenly darkened, and she cursed: "Eating this pig-feeding stuff every day, and marrying into your Yan family, I will be really unlucky for eight lifetimes!"
Yan Jiecheng said with a smile: "There is nothing we can do about it. I wanted to get some fine white noodles from Li Weidong yesterday, but it turns out that our father is no match for Li Weidong."
"Okay, okay, stop talking. I'm going to see my cousin today and let him think of something!" After some calculation, she was still just pregnant, so light exercise should be fine.
Yan Jiecheng was happy: "Your cousin is the director of a large factory. If you are willing to help, he will definitely be able to get fine white noodles."
After dinner, Yan Jiecheng went to work and rode his bicycle to a small courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing.
Knocking on the door, Hu Dakui saw it, and an evil smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
He stretched out his head and looked around. Seeing that no one was there, he quickly let him into the house.
As soon as the door closed, Hu Dakui rushed forward and hugged him.
"Xiao Cui, you don't know how much I miss you these days since you left."
"I couldn't eat well and couldn't sleep, so I lost two pounds."
Letting those big hands move all over his body, he chuckled and said, "De Xing, if I had known that this would happen, you wouldn't have married me in the first place."
Hu Dakui took a few bites on his face and said helplessly: "I can't help it. If you are pregnant and have a big belly, your neighbors will definitely notice it."
"You also know that I am the deputy director of the factory and I have to pay attention to the impact."
Jiao said angrily: "I see, you are just afraid of that evil woman in your family."
"Don't mention her. That yellow-faced woman is as ugly as a ghost. I feel sick when I see her."
Hu Dakui held hands and walked towards the back room.
"My sweetheart is still the most beautiful."
Pretending to be angry, she threw away his hand: "You're such a sweetheart! Are you just going to watch me suffer in the Yan family?"
Hearing this, Hu Dakui's face darkened: "Did that boy Yan Jiecheng bully you?"
"Hmph, he really wants to have the courage. You may not know that Yan Jiecheng is a soft noodle and a loser."
He pursed his lips and said, "The key is that the Yan family is really poor. Now we can't buy fine white noodles on the market. I can only eat stick noodles every day. If this continues, the growth of the child in my belly will definitely be delayed."
"It turns out there is a shortage of food! This is easy to handle." Hu Dakui laughed twice: "There are seven or eight kilograms of fine white flour in the noodle vat. You can take it back later."
"Hey, brother Da Kui, you are still the best to me."
