"You want to set up the factory in the commune?" Xiang Hongjun wasn't stupid; he understood immediately from that one sentence.

He frowned in thought, "Daughter, the commune isn't a place where the weather is always good."

"That's why I asked if you were interested in getting promoted. I know that most of the team members were instigated by the Hu family."

But are team members who lack even the most basic ability to distinguish right from wrong still worth Uncle Xiang's continued support?

Was Xiang Hongjun a retired soldier or a wounded veteran?

With his qualifications, he could easily have switched to a job in elderly care, but he chose to contribute to the development of his hometown.

Things are alright now, but in a few years, once the policy of distributing land to individual households is implemented, who will still remember his kindness? There will inevitably be a conflict between the villagers and the village officials.

Xiang Hongjun is still young; he should jump out of the fray sooner rather than later.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Hongjun did not immediately deny it. He took a sip of wine and said, "Before you came back, I did have this idea as well."

With a little persuasion, my old boss could transfer me to the commune, but... but..."

Ruan Xianxian understood his unspoken words, but she couldn't bear to hand over the team members she had cared for for many years to someone like Hu Bin.

After all, not everyone is at fault. There are still some sensible people in the team who are ready to find a job once the factory is built.

“Uncle Xiang, come closer.” Ruan Xianxian beckoned with her finger.

The six heads huddled together whispering, and the more they listened, the brighter the captain's eyes became, until he finally nodded repeatedly.

After hearing the entire plan, everyone present wore strange expressions.

You're the one who's going to make the sarcastic remarks!

If things go according to plan, shouldn't the team members tear the old village chief apart alive?

Knowing the true nature of the commune leaders, he asked the Red Army one last question: "Aren't you afraid that those salaried thugs will take away power by moving the factory to the commune?"

Ruan Xianxian picked up the last shredded meat from the bowl and said, "Don't worry, we'll work together. I'm not a specialist who makes decisions on my own."

But if anyone refuses a polite offer and then has to suffer the consequences, I'll make sure even the salaried scoundrels know why flowers bloom so red.

The First Army had many wounded soldiers who were discharged due to serious injuries and could not find employment again. These heroes who fought for the country until they could no longer fight were not wanted by other factories, but she wanted them.

The captain, who was both excited and nervous, suddenly gulped down a large mouthful of wine, not knowing what she was up to.

"Alright, I'll have someone spread rumors in the commune tomorrow, and I guarantee I'll bring that person here tonight."

After finishing the important business, the captain felt relieved, having put down the huge weight that had been pressing on his heart for many years. He was more relaxed than ever before and talked more than usual.

He looked at Ruan Xianxian with a mocking expression, "Those grasshoppers in the front yard seem to have found a powerful backer and are about to escape from someone's grasp."

"Tell me the truth, did the two thousand yuan actually go missing?"

“It’s lost.” Ruan Xianxian replied without hesitation.

Reporting to the police immediately is risky; one must also be wary of the police actually uncovering something, as official interrogation methods have always been formidable.

However, things are different now that we have testimonies and the times have changed...

She thought, "If anyone asks me this question, my answer will always be that I lost the money!"

"I heard Wenrou got together with a platoon leader?" she asked, remembering something.

Xiang Hongjun nodded: "I was in the provincial capital during that time. The man came to the village, and the whole brigade knew about it."

We met by chance at the Shanghai University of Science and Technology.

What, are you going to break up this loving couple?

"How could that be?" Ruan Xianxian looked up in surprise. "Am I short-sighted in Uncle Xiang's eyes? Wouldn't it be better to have more people help them pay off their debts?"

To the Red Army: ? ? ?

He's being naive!

"There's no rush. We still have Ye Guo. With the village chief's family helping him pay off his debts, I'm more than happy. Let's prevent him from running away and let the dust settle a bit more."

The group exchanged glances, some serving wine, others water, saying, "A salute to Comrade Ruan, the most wicked and cunning man in the Nail Warehouse Commune."

Comrade Ruan lowered his head shyly, "Let's encourage each other."

...

As darkness fell, the brigade leader helped clear the dishes into the kitchen and then left with the remaining wine.

Chu Li and Wu Xueliang went in and out to fetch water. After filling the water tank, they cleaned the kitchen and boiled water for washing.

Once the backyard fell silent, the five thieves in the front yard, who were waiting like they were being tortured for Ruan Xianxian to come and cause trouble, were unsure whether to be happy or worried.

I'm hoping she'll cause trouble soon so I can resolve things quickly.

I don't want her to cause trouble, because few people can withstand a fist harder than iron.

I waited anxiously for half the night, but I didn't see a single person.

Sitting in the courtyard, the four who had formed an alliance, including Liu Xiatian, looked at each other, all feeling a sense of frustration, like someone who was about to defecate but couldn't because of constipation.

Gentle suppressed her unease, raised her head, and revealed a confident smile.

"As the old saying goes, the common people can't fight with the officials. My girlfriend is a platoon leader, and she didn't come to cause trouble. I guess she's smart, since her surname is Ruan."

Otherwise, I wouldn't mind asking my partner to send someone down to reinvestigate the so-called truth behind the theft.

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

They all felt a sense of triumph, for even the greatest martial arts master fears a kitchen knife, and even the madman fears a gun!

With this understanding, the group showered Wenrou with compliments without reservation, making her feel almost like she was floating on air.

If it weren't for Chu Li glancing at her as she passed by on her way back from the backyard, this flattery might have gone on for who knows how long.

Meeting Chu Li's indifferent and ruthless gaze, Wenrou felt a pang of guilt and immediately lowered her head.

At this point, Wu Xueliang added fuel to the fire, saying, "I've never heard of a platoon leader in the north or south who could lead troops to investigate a theft case. Old Chu, what about you?"

Chu Li politely replied, "No," and the two returned to their dormitory, closed the door, and went to rest on the kang (a heated brick bed).

The four unlucky individuals were left looking at each other in bewilderment. Wenrou, feeling she had lost face, suddenly spoke up.

“The military does not directly participate in the trial, but it can transfer the case to other units for handling.” She emphasized the words “other units”.

This sentence felt like a reassurance.

It's decided, but not completely decided.

The unfortunate group of four, who had returned to their rooms, tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night.

The next day, he went to work with dark circles under his eyes.

Whether to persist in the conflict or make peace, at least give us an answer from the backyard!

What's the point of leaving it hanging like this?

After locking the door, Ruan Xianxian, who had brought her son into the room, soaked in the jacuzzi. Although she couldn't see him, she could guess how difficult it was for Ye Guo and the others.

She could even seduce Japanese soldiers, let alone the educated youth from the front yard who had no idea what was going on!

The next morning, when the work horn sounded for the second time, the trio of Meng Buli, Jiao Jiao, and Meng barely got out of bed.

They carried red double happiness basins to the yard to wash up, each got a boiled egg for breakfast, and then went out together. When they arrived at the farm tool shed, the team members had already finished their work and were collecting their farm tools.

"Oh~ you're here so early, why didn't you wait until you finished work?" someone couldn't help but say sarcastically when they saw them.

"I advise certain people to spit out what they've swallowed as soon as possible. Sending educated youth to the countryside to do farm work is just adding insult to injury to the already difficult rural areas."

With a half-yawn, Ruan Xianxian looked at the person who spoke in shock, "You want to eat what I threw up? Isn't your taste a bit too extreme?"