"Xianxian, are you all packed up? The oil mill will be closing soon if it gets any later."

As Xiang Nuan was sitting cross-legged on the ground, her expression shifting between surprise and doubt, Mu Xia knocked on the door.

Ruan Xianxian glanced at the girl who was clearly still up to no good, walked over to open the door, and gave Mu Xia, who was raising an eyebrow outside, a meaningful look:

“There’s a young comrade inside who aspires to be a police officer. Go in and teach her a lesson. We’ll wait for you downstairs.”

As their figures intersected, they exchanged a meaningful glance.

Sitting in that dilapidated vehicle that rattled everywhere except for the horn, he recounted what had happened to the battalion commander, then fell silent for a moment before speaking to the Red Army:

"Thanks!"

It's not that he's some old-fashioned father who insists on stopping his daughter's dreams; he could even accept it if she wanted to join the army.

The military has the most professional physical and combat training, but what does the public security bureau have?

From the moment the old policeman invited her daughter to join, he could tell that the other party had ill intentions and was using the woman's beauty to set a trap for law enforcement.

It's not that he had bad intentions; everything he did was for the people. But please forgive him for not being able to accept it as a father.

Ruan Xianxian smiled and said to his two buddies, "No need to thank me. Xiao Nuan is practically family. How could I just stand by and do nothing?"

He continued, "But Lao Xiang! When the time is right, if there's an opportunity, don't stop Xiao Nuan too much."

Xiang Hongjun, who was completely absorbed in her daughter and hadn't yet realized that she was being taken advantage of in terms of seniority, nodded. Chu Li turned around and glanced at her, giving her a warning look.

Don't start a fight in his car. Who will compensate you if you smash the car to pieces?

After a while, seeing his daughter following behind Mu Xia, looking dejected and with no light in her eyes, the captain almost got so excited that he lit a cigarette for Ruan Xianxian.

With most of her worries gone, Ruan Xianxian also had time to explain the real purpose of calling the other party to the provincial capital.

"A livestock farm?" The captain raised an eyebrow. "Haven't you heard the old saying, 'A fortune with livestock doesn't count'?"

"Now is a golden opportunity. The provincial capital needs a large amount of duck down. To be honest, without Mu Xia's suggestion, I would never have wanted the old village chief's lineage to ride this wave."

Others prefer to be polite first and then resort to force, but she prefers to lay out the unpleasant truths upfront.

Xiang Hongjun pondered for a moment and understood: they didn't want the village chief's faction to be involved.

"You still have something to say, don't you?"

Ruan Xianxian smiled; she enjoyed talking to intelligent people.

So he mentioned that Mu Xia had developed a chick-laying machine that could maximize the hatching rate and that he had already secured a chicken and duck supply order from the provincial department.

The captain gasped.

Xiang Nuan was stunned.

Chu Li, on the other hand, had a big smile on his face. The way he looked at Mu Xia beside him seemed to be even more proud than if he had invented the incubator himself.

The captain's hands were trembling slightly. He had fully understood the sequence of events, and wanted to light a cigarette to calm himself down, but realizing the location wasn't suitable, he hesitated for a while before asking:

What are your terms?

Ruan Xianxian: "I want to raise livestock in the oil pressing plant. There is not a single person with the surname Hu."

The old village chief's surname was Hu.

Or rather, in the past, half of the villagers in Pingtou Village were surnamed Hu, and the village chief was an absolute ruler, like a local tyrant.

During the famine, many refugees came to the mountains in search of food, and some of them settled here, gradually outnumbering the original villagers.

After political reforms and the transformation of rural areas into production brigades, village chiefs became nominal figures, while brigade leaders held real power.

Because there are many people with the surname Hu in the village, the village chief has a lot of support, and the brigade leader has to give the village chief some face if he wants to get any work done.

Suppressing the Hu family sounds simple, but it's not so simple in practice.

Once the factory is built, the Hu family, adhering to the principle of "even if they get wet in the rain, they'll tear down someone else's umbrella," will demolish the factory, leaving no one to complain to.

Ruan Xianxian could think of more than Xiang Hongjun, who was familiar with the entire Pingtou Brigade.

"Let me think about how to proceed."

How to operate it, not whether it can be operated.

They were so busy talking that they didn't even realize when the car had stopped at the oil mill.

Compared to large factories with several workshops, such as machinery and textile factories, the oil pressing plant in front of us is much smaller.

Looking at the Red Army from left to right, he remarked, "It's similar to the oil pressing factory in our county."

The more Ruan Xianxian looked around, the more familiar she felt. Oh ho, isn't this near Lin Miao's junkyard?

Last night, in order to shake off that Jonin, she even tried to hide in the oil press! She only managed to hide in the provincial office after being alerted by the system.

What happened to Old Lin? Is he dead or was he taken away and tortured by the Japanese?

She was eager to try and waved to the three of them: "I know someone around here. I'll go say hello and come find you later."

Whether they believed it or not, Mu Xia pointed to a workshop and said to Ruan Xianxian, "Come back and find us here."

Before he finished speaking, the guy had already disappeared.

A group of young people, judging from their attire, were gathered in front of the scrap yard. A middle-aged woman with expressive features was standing opposite them, speaking eloquently:

"Oh dear! You didn't see it, did you? When old Lin died, his face was darker than an eggplant color. I heard he died of a heart attack."

"Two grandsons so big, and they didn't even leave one of them to stay with the old man. Tsk tsk tsk, even I, an outsider, feel sorry for him."

Ruan Xianxian, mingling in the crowd, raised an eyebrow. Old Lin was dead? She was quite satisfied with this ending.

Those skilled swimmers drown, those skilled in battle perish in battle, and traitors die at the hands of those who serve them—is this not a great act of kindness?

Having received accurate information, she was happily preparing to leave when the door of the scrap yard in front of her suddenly swung open, and her hot-tempered junior brother rushed out first.

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