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That's why he tolerated Wang Dehai again and again.

This shameless villain is probably becoming more and more demanding because he sees that I have agreed to all his requests.

Two days ago, the factory paid a large sum of compensation to the family of the deceased worker Li Shu. Wei Chunming apologized to Li Shu's mother on behalf of the factory, which was regarded as admitting the mistake.

Compared with Guo Jianwen's cold treatment method, his move was undoubtedly more popular and won the hearts of a large number of workers.

If he assigned a job to Wang Dehai at this time, it would definitely make everyone suspicious of their relationship.

Before, Li Shu’s mother had doubts about this, which was why Wei Chunming had never dared to make any hasty arrangements for Wang Dehai.

What he did was not perfect, it's just that there is no evidence or motive for him to do so.

Wang Dehai must die, but Wei Chunming must never get involved again.

He had to think of a foolproof method...

It would be best if the death appeared to be an accident to outsiders.

Accident……

Accident……

Wei Chunming murmured something, and slowly he thought of something, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

How could he forget this person!

After a few years of comfort, it's time to do something for him again.

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A remote mountain village.

The sounds of children playing mixed with the shouts of women, and from time to time a few wisps of smoke floated into the air, and after a few breaths they merged with the air.

A few hens were pecking at the ground leisurely. In the distance, there were birds flying by, and finally they stopped to rest on an apricot tree in the village.

Everything here is full of the atmosphere of fireworks.

A man carrying two loads of firewood slowly approached.

The two loads of firewood were piled so high that they almost blocked the men carrying the shoulder poles.

Therefore, he had to stop and rest for a while after walking a certain distance.

"Hey, is that Zhang's Binzi? Why are you carrying so much firewood? Put it down quickly, don't crush it!"

Zhang Bin put down his sweaty hand and saw that it was an aunt he knew in the village. She was looking at him with concern.

His dark face slowly broke into a smile: "Aunt, I'm fine, these just look heavy, but they're not actually that heavy."

"Don't be so stubborn, otherwise you will suffer when you get old! Your leg... is it really okay?" The aunt looked at Zhang Bin's leg and said hesitantly.

Zhang Bin moved his right leg back uncomfortably to avoid his aunt's gaze.

"It's okay. Auntie, you should go home too. The sun is too strong now. I'll go back first."

"Hey, come to my house and have a drink of water before you leave! It's so hot out here, and you've sweated so much, don't get a heat stroke!"

"No need, auntie, I'm only a few steps away from home, I'll be leaving first!"

Despite his aunt's kind attempts to stop him, Zhang Bin insisted on leaving.

He put the firewood on his shoulders again and slowly walked towards home.

If you look closely, you can see that his right leg seems to be injured. He limps when he walks and seems to have no strength.

Looking at Zhang Bin's receding back, the aunt sighed, "Oh, he's so stubborn! I don't know what happened to him outside, but he became lame... It shows that life out there isn't that easy..."

Zhang Bin limped back home.

He had long been accustomed to the sympathetic looks from the villagers and no longer took them to heart.

Besides, what is there to sympathize with him?

"Wow! Why are there so many firewood?" Zhang Bin's wife came out of the kitchen and saw a pile of firewood in the yard.

Zhang Bin was really feeling hot. His clothes were all soaked with sweat and stuck to his back. At this moment, he was holding a gourd ladle and scooping water from the water tank to drink.

"I see you don't want your legs anymore. How long will it take to burn so much firewood? It's not valuable. You can pick it up anytime you go to the mountains. Is it necessary to carry so much back?" Zhang Bin's wife felt distressed and angry.

He looks like he is almost fifty years old now. Do you still think he is the young and strong guy he used to be?

I complain about leg pain whenever it rains. I don’t pay more attention to it in normal times. What should I do if my leg injury becomes more and more serious in a few years?

"It's just what I'm comfortable with, and my legs have been like this for so many years. If I don't do more while I can, I won't be able to do it later even if I want to." The cold water ran down Zhang Bin's throat, and he felt much more comfortable. He said nonchalantly.

After saying that, he slowly went to the main room to rest.

"Please put the firewood away. I'll go in and rest for a while."

Zhang Bin’s wife sighed and wanted to say something but held it back.

He has been feeling bad these past two years, so forget it, just let him be...

The Zhang family's house looked shabby from the outside, but the inside was surprisingly nice. It had everything you needed, such as thermos, kettles, kerosene lamps. One could even say that the conditions were quite good.

In this rural area, it is rare to get two cloth coupons throughout the year, let alone other tickets.

It would take a lot of tickets to buy all these things.

After Zhang Bin's wife had collected the firewood, she entered the house and saw her husband leaning on a chair, holding a pipe in his hand, puffing away with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Stop smoking. It makes the house smell." Zhang Bin's wife fanned the room with disdain. "When our son comes back later, he will be unhappy again."

Today is Saturday, and high schools happen to be on vacation for two days. Zhang Bin’s son Zhang Peng is the only child in their village who is attending high school, which makes Zhang Bin and his wife very proud.

"Tsk, who is the boss, him or me? What's wrong with me smoking a cigarette? He's the one who spoils me!"

Having said that, Zhang Bin still put out the cigarette in his hand.

"You're just being stubborn. I have braised pork in the pot. We'll have dinner when our son comes back." After saying that, Zhang Bin's wife went to the kitchen.

Zhang Peng can only come back for two days a month. She feels sorry for her son not eating well at school, so she always makes some delicious food for him during the holidays.

If only I were still in the city, how could the food be bad?

Now, we can only eat meat once a month, and we have to eat it sparingly.

Zhang Bin's wife sighed. She didn't dare to express this thought in front of Zhang Bin. If he knew what she was thinking, he would definitely get angry again.

Forget it, even though they live in the countryside now, their family is not living too badly.

Wait until my son graduates from high school and then I will find him a job in the city. By then, he will be a city dweller himself.

The braised pork was simmered over low heat, and a rich aroma continued to emanate. Zhang Bin's wife added a few boiled white eggs into it.

The fragrance is truly overbearing, especially for children who rarely eat meat, it is incredibly tempting.

So when Zhang Peng got home, he saw a group of children gathered at his door.