Seeing that things were almost discussed and were proceeding according to Linzi's instructions without any problems, Mr. Qian felt more at ease.

If Lian Xiaomin was watching, she would definitely say: Life is like a play, it all depends on your acting skills!

Mr. Qian nodded to Zhang Wenyong, pointed at Errong and said, "My buddy will be watching at the entrance of that alley every day. You can always find him if you have any problems. Remember, you should know what to say when you go back - you must not let it be known that the grain was delivered to Sandagou from me. Otherwise, if word gets out and something happens to me, you won't be able to escape."

Zhang Wenyong replied affirmatively: "I understand. Don't worry, Mr. Qian. I guarantee that apart from the village head, the party secretary, and myself, no one else will know that the grain was bought from you."

Zhang Wenyong walked out of Mr. Qian's yard, said hello to Errong, and left first.

He suppressed his inner joy and went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a bicycle. It was only available because he had made an advance reservation. He used the ticket and spent 160 yuan to buy a brand new Phoenix bicycle.

After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative, he went directly to the nearby police station to get his license stamped, then got on his bike and hurried home.

At noon, he finally returned to the village. Several aunties and grandmothers who were walking in the village stopped and stared at the bicycle and the young man riding the new bicycle with curiosity.

Isn't this the captain's third child? Has his family bought another car? This is the second car for the Zhang family!

A few years ago, when Zhang Wenxing got married, Chen Xiaoyuan gave him a bicycle as a dowry, which caused a sensation.

Now his family has a new car, which is the first of its kind in the village!

Everyone pointed in his direction and talked about it, but Zhang Wenyong didn't care about them. He had something on his mind. He pushed hard with his feet and rode out in a flash, and went straight into the open gate of his house.

After entering the yard, we stopped the car and saw that our eldest brother Zhang Wenrui and second brother Zhang Wenxing had returned from the monastic team.

The two men were repairing a broken table when they saw Sanyong coming in and went up to him.

They went out to work for a month, but the commune was now out of food and could not even supply meals to the construction site, so the project was suspended.

Instead, they paid all the wages and dismissed everyone.

Zhang Wenyong gave the new bike to Zhang Wenxing to test ride. He asked his elder brother first: "Is Dad in the house?"

Zhang Wenrui said: "Inside the house, the old branch secretary is here too, the two of them are just chatting."

Zhang Wenyong ignored his two brothers and walked quickly into the house with his long legs.

Nowadays, even those families who have food only eat two meals a day and do not eat at noon. It is the same in his family and they did not cook at this time.

When I entered the house, Zhang Shengli and the old branch secretary Xu Fengmin were sitting cross-legged on the kang, chatting. They were both smoking pipes, and both had sad faces.

There were two bowls on the kang table filled with hot water, and some tea leaves that Zhang Wenyong had brought, which he would sip from time to time.

When Zhang Shengli saw that it was the third brother who came in, he was puzzled: He just went out in the morning and came back at noon, which was too fast. Why didn't he ask for more information?

Zhang Wenyong sat on the edge of the kang next to his father, picked up the bowl in front of Zhang Shengli, and drank all the tea in it in a few gulps.

Seeing that his son was thirsty, Zhang Shengli picked up the thermos at the end of the kang, made him a bowl of tea and left it there to cool.

Zhang Wenyong wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, looked at the old branch secretary and said, "Uncle Xu, how long have you been here? Let me tell you some good news..."

He kept the question in suspense and stopped talking.

Xu Fengmin put down his pipe and tapped the table with his fingers: "You kid, you are still teasing your master Xu. It's already this late, and there is no good news. I am so worried that I want to hang myself. If anyone passes me a rope now, I will definitely take it."

Zhang Shengli, who was standing by, stretched out his thick and broad hand, raised it high and then gently lowered it, hitting his son on the shoulder, saying, "What's up, did you buy a bicycle? San'er, what did Dad tell you? Go find more ways to get food! Just buying a bicycle is good news? This is nothing."

Zhang Wenyong was happy, and said to him sideways: "Dad, I won't tease you two anymore. I found some food, a lot of it, tens of thousands of kilograms! I think this is more reliable."

Xu Fengmin and Zhang Shengli both widened their eyes and looked at Zhang Wenyong!

"What the hell? You got in touch so quickly? Oh my god, don't fool your dad. I tell you, if you dare to tease me, I will punish you." Zhang Shengli suddenly couldn't believe the news he heard, and stared at his son with eyes wide open.

The old Party secretary who was sitting opposite the table on the kang quickly leaned forward and said, "Yongzi, tell Master Xu and your father everything in detail."

Zhang Wenyong did not speak immediately. He got off the kang first, locked the door from the inside, and then sat down on the kang.

He controlled the volume and whispered to the two of them seriously, "Dad, Master Xu, only the three of us know the details of this matter. No one else can know it. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, it will be over. The situation is like this..."

After listening to Zhang Wenyong's story, Xu Fengmin and Zhang Shengli breathed a sigh of relief. They were silent for more than a minute. Suddenly, they looked up with moist eyes and looked at him, overly excited.

Zhang Wenyong made them some more tea. They drank a few sips slowly, calmed down, and stared at the young man in front of them with eager faces, as if they wanted to confirm from him again and again that this was true, that they could buy food, and that no one in the village would starve to death.

The old branch secretary took a few deep breaths, stared at the father and son opposite him, and said in a low voice: "Shengli, let's handle this matter. Yongzi, from now on, you don't have to participate in buying food. If there is a problem, your father and I will bear it! I am already this old, I am not afraid of anything. As for your father, he has killed Japanese devils since he was so young. With us, no matter where he goes, nothing will happen to him. Everything is under the responsibility of the two of us, kid, it has nothing to do with you, understand?"

After listening to the old branch secretary's words, Zhang Shengli nodded solemnly and looked at his son with thousands of words in his eyes, but he said nothing.

The third child is very smart and understands everything.

Zhang Wenyong nodded, saying nothing.

But he still said: "I won't take the lead, but I will help you two behind the scenes and give you some advice."

The three of them met together for a small meeting to discuss many details and what to do.

This matter requires a lot of manpower. First, we need to organize a meeting of village cadres, and then the cadres can act together.

Notify each household one by one and let them think about how much grain they want to buy. Then give the money to the village and they will buy the grain together. After the purchase, the grain will be distributed according to the list.

All things must be done quietly and suppressed as much as possible. As long as the noise is not too loud, it will be fine. Anyway, the higher-ups have said that we should find a way out and just avoid any trouble.