Chapter 411: The High Priest's Surname is Hua and His Name is Shen
In the evening, Old Mrs. Luo ate three bowls of rice again. After eating, she lay down and did not exercise. The fat that she was worried about Luo Weian losing grew back, and he now had three chins.
After dinner, she drank a glass of orange juice, took a walk outside the door for a while, and then went back to her room to lie down.
The next day was New Year's Eve. Zhi Honglan was preparing the New Year's Eve dinner. It was all main dishes, including chicken, duck, beef, mutton and fish. Li Guimei also came to help. There were only two people in her family, so the New Year's Eve dinner was simple.
Peng Shuangcheng originally wanted to go back to his hometown for the New Year. His three sisters all wrote to him asking him to go back, but Li Guimei did not agree. The reason was very sufficient. Peng Shuangcheng had a bad liver, so if he went back to his hometown, he would definitely have to visit relatives, and he would inevitably drink and smoke. The people in his hometown didn't care whether he was in good health or not. If he didn't drink, it would be a lack of face. Drinking would harm his health, so it was better not to go back.
Peng Shuangcheng, who originally wanted to return to his hometown, was persuaded to stay in the military region for the New Year.
Luo Weian and the high priest were playing with Damao and Ermao. These two old men were always at odds with each other in the village, and they would quarrel whenever they met, but now they have become good brothers.
Because when Luo Weian came back, he asked about the poison he prepared and what the high priest's reaction was after using it. Luo Xinxin didn't give him any poison at all, so he just made up a story and described the high priest in a very miserable way, saying that he almost died.
Luo Weian believed it and felt very guilty. It was his first time to mix poison and he didn't control the dosage well. It was too toxic and almost killed the high priest. With the burden of conscience, he took the initiative to reconcile with the high priest, and the two soon became friends.
"When Da Mao and Er Mao grow up, let them come to my place during the winter and summer vacations, and study medicine with you during the weekdays."
The high priest is now very easy to talk to and no longer argues with Luo Weian.
"Why don't you live here permanently? It's hard to get meat where you are, but I can't let my great-grandson starve!" Luo Weian didn't want his children to suffer in the mountains.
"I can't stay here long. The mountains can't do without me!"
The high priest shook his head. He couldn't abandon the people in the village and enjoy himself. That would be too selfish.
"Mr. Yang has already given the money to the government. It won't be long before you have a hospital and a school there, and then you'll be able to relax a little."
"Yes, things will get better and better. How is Mr. Yang doing now?"
"That's great. We're getting married next year."
Luo Weian smiled. Mr. Yang asked his men to look for many women. He required them to be between 20 and 30 years old, good-looking, from a clean family background, gentle, highly educated, and Chinese.
Although the requirements were a bit high, Mr. Yang was a wealthy man, handsome, and at the most attractive age for men. Many local big families were willing to marry him, so Mr. Yang chose a woman in her thirties.
She didn't have the best family background, nor was she the most beautiful, but this woman was an Ivy League top student with great abilities. She defeated several brothers, took control of her family's private hospital, and managed it very well.
Mr. Yang and the lady had several meals together and were very satisfied with each other. If nothing goes wrong, they will hold their wedding next spring.
"Good!"
The high priest was also happy for Mr. Yang. After being tortured for more than twenty years, he could finally live a good life.
"Excuse me, does Comrade Luo Xinxin live here?"
The two men asking the questions were serious-looking men in military uniforms, holding briefcases and looking very righteous.
"Yes, I'm Luo Xinxin's grandfather. Does the leader want to see her for something?"
Luo Weian stood straight and respectfully.
"Are you Comrade Luo Weian?"
"Yes, I am Luo Weian."
Luo Weian was very nervous. He came to his house on New Year's Eve. Could he be trying to put another accusation on him?
"Come inside and talk!"
The two men smiled slightly, and Luo Weian felt more at ease and led them into the house.
Luo Xinxin was making dumplings in the house. Li Rong chopped the filling and kneaded the dough. Then he and Li Long rolled out the dough together, and she was only responsible for wrapping the dumplings.
Seeing Luo Weian leading two unfamiliar men in military uniforms into the house, she guessed the purpose of their visit. Cui Zhiguo mentioned it a few days ago, saying that the document for Luo Weian's removal from office might have come in the past few days.
The organization is quite considerate and delivered it to his door on New Year's Eve. Luo Weian is sure to get drunk today.
Li Rong knew the two men. He wiped his hands on his apron and shook hands with them.
"Thank you for making me run all this way on New Year's Eve!"
Li Rong is getting better and better at saying nice things now. The two men are very pleased and feel that the rumors are not credible. Deputy Captain Li speaks so nicely, what's so vicious about him?
“No hard work, just serve the people!”
The two men smiled and answered in a very official manner. They took out a document from their briefcases and read it. The gist of it was that Luo Weian had passed the organization's inspection and had removed the label of a "walking gang".
"I'm grateful for the organization's trust in me, and I'm grateful to the two leaders for braving the cold weather to come to my house..."
Luo Weian was stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses. He wiped his tears and expressed his gratitude. He was very happy that he finally took off the hat he had worn for two years, but he felt sad.
After delivering the documents, the two men went home to celebrate the New Year.
Luo Weian was holding documents in his hands and crying like a child. Da Mao and Er Mao were standing on his left and right, raising their little heads and looking very worried.
"Great Grandfather...Hoohoo!"
Damao stood on a chair, only reaching Luo Weian's belly. He stood on tiptoe, puffed up his cheeks and blew air. Whenever he got hurt from the fall, Mother Zhi and Mother Li would blow on him and the pain would go away.
“Huff, huff, huff, huff…”
Ermao moved quickly and stood on the chair, blowing hard at Luo Weian's stomach.
The bitterness in Luo Weian's heart was completely blown away by the two children, who amused him so much that he burst into laughter. He held one in each hand, kissed each of them on the forehead, and then explained: "Grandpa is not in pain, he is happy!"
"Happy!"
Da Mao learned a sentence, and Er Mao did the same.
"Yes, Grandpa is very happy. Lao Hua, let's not go home until we are drunk tonight!"
Luo Weian asked the high priest to be his drinking partner.
The high priest is naturally happy to do so, but——
"Don't call me Lao Hua, call me High Priest!"
Lao Hua doesn't sound like a high priest.
"Your last name is Hua, so I should call you Lao Hua. What's your name? Hua?" Luo Weian refused to change it. It sounded awkward when the high priest called him that, so Lao Hua was better.
“Forgot!”
The high priest refused to answer. He didn't want anyone to know that his name was the God of Flowers.
His original name was Peanut, but after studying with his master for several years, he became a little arrogant and felt that the name Peanut was not impressive enough and not worthy of his future high priest, so he changed it to Flower God. Because he was the messenger of the gods on earth, the name Flower God was well-deserved.
When he grew up, he realized that the flower god mostly describes women, so he gave himself a woman's name. Fortunately, everyone called him the high priest, and no one dared to call him by his real name.
Luo Weian curled his lips. How could he have forgotten his own name? He definitely didn't want to say it. The more Old Man Hua didn't say it, the more curious he became. So he went to find Li Long and soon found out the name of the high priest.
"Flower God, hahahahaha...Flower God, Old Flower, are you a peony or a rose?"
Luo Weian laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and he even joked with the high priest.
"I'm your father!"
The high priest said viciously.
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