In He Wan's view, Chen Lemin's use of temper tantrums to intimidate, constantly belittle and deny Zhang Cuicao, is a sign of inferiority, a feeling from the bottom of his heart that he is not good enough for Zhang Cuicao.

But they refuse to admit it, so they use this method to vent and force their own position.

To He Wan, this kind of man can be summed up in two words: incompetent.

However, the captain clearly wanted her to mentor Chen Lemin, and no matter how unwilling she was, she couldn't refuse.

Just as he was hesitating, he saw Li Weidong and Li Erniu and the others in the distance, and an idea instantly came to him: "Captain, with Brother Lemin here, I'll definitely be able to save a lot of trouble. He's much better than Li Weidong and the others."

"Oh, right, why don't we have Li Weidong and the others come along? The county is quite large, and there are over twenty supply and marketing cooperatives there. They can help me and Brother Lemin carry some tofu; young men are strong."

The brigade leader was also worried when he saw the young men who were wandering around the village all day. He thought it would be good to find them something to do, so he agreed.

The brigade leader called six young men for her, including Chen Lemin, Li Weidong, and Li Erniu.

There were two slabs of tofu on Grandpa Chen's oxcart. Several young men sat on the edge of the oxcart, and apart from Chen Lemin, the others didn't look too good.

Li Weidong, with his hands in his sleeves, glared at the culprit He Wan and said, "Aren't we guys being too friendly to the educated youth? We actually dare to make us do your work?"

He Wan sat opposite him, and mimicked him by putting her hands into her sleeves, and said with a smile, "Comrade Li Weidong, how's your kung fu learning going? Want to spar?"

At this point, the simple-minded Li Erniu said, "He learned a few moves from a retired soldier next door recently, but unfortunately, the soldier thought he wasn't good enough and wasn't willing to teach him."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Weidong kicked him in the butt: "Get lost, you don't know anything. It's not that he doesn't want to teach, it's that I don't want to learn."

Li Erniu chuckled, not angry at all.

He Wan looked him up and down and said, "Wow, you learned from the veteran? You must be very good. I don't think I can beat you."

Upon hearing this, Li Weidong immediately became smug: "Of course, but I've also thought it through. If I really insist on fighting you, it would make me seem unmanly. So I'll pass. But if you insist on competing with me, don't blame me for not holding back."

As he spoke, he glanced at the few guys around him and gave them a smug smile.

He Wan chuckled twice. After several encounters, she had figured out this guy's temper: he was extremely proud and would get easily provoked.

"It's no fun fighting all day long. You might as well make more money while you're young. You guys don't love money, do you?"

Li Erniu said, "Who doesn't love money? The key is that even if you have money, you can't spend it if you don't have coupons."

"Do you want to get rich?"

Looking at He Wan's smiling face, Li Weidong had a bad feeling, but he also wanted to know what kind of trick she was up to, so he said to her, "Tell me."

"If the tofu shop in our village makes money, will each household receive more money at the end of the year?"

Chen Lemin laughed and said, "Of course, last year each of us adult workers received an extra five yuan."

"I have a way to get you more money this year."

Li Weidong said, "Oh, you've got quite the nerve. You're just trying to trick us into selling tofu, aren't you? Do you think you own the supply and marketing cooperative and everyone's so easy to talk to?"

"How will you know if you don't try? There are six of you. Divide into three groups. If any of you complete a single order today, I can have the team leader give you a dollar and a ticket."

Li Erniu was delighted: "What kind of ticket?"

"We'll give you whatever kind of tickets you need, except for foreign exchange tickets, of course."

One of Li Weidong's brothers asked, "They'll give us industrial tickets too?"

"Not a watch ticket."

"My mom is going to arrange a marriage for me this year, and I want a sewing ticket."

“Li Fuqiang, you should have some self-respect. The Party Secretary doesn’t have any of the things she’s talking about. Don’t listen to her nonsense.”