Chapter 66 Women's Things
Seeing Liang Dazhuang rush over to protect her, Jiang Zhizhi couldn't let Liang Dazhuang suffer. Whenever she saw Duan Laosan grab Liang Dazhuang, she would take the opportunity to kick him while protecting Liang Dazhuang from being accidentally injured by the people around him.
With so many people and so close together, many couldn't use their shovels and hoes effectively, so they simply threw them aside and started hand-to-hand combat.
The scene was chaotic, and the village women, hearing the commotion, ran over to help, creating a noisy and shouting mess.
No matter how Dong Xinguo shouted, it was no use; no one listened to him, which made him so angry that he stomped his feet.
Seeing Zhou Xiye arrive was like seeing a savior: "Captain Zhou, you've finally come! Please help me!"
Seeing the people fighting amongst themselves, Zhou Xiye realized that shouting was useless, so he pulled out his pistol and fired a shot into the air.
With a loud bang,
The chaotic crowd immediately quieted down, splitting up in perfect unison and forming two groups.
Jiang Zhizhi quickly pulled Liang Dazhuang into the crowd of Qingquan Village so that Duan Laosan wouldn't be able to find out who had hit him.
Duan Laosan was in a terrible state, having been kicked countless times. His face was swollen and bruised, making his already menacing appearance even more menacing. He covered his face and looked around, unable to tell who had hit him. He was entangled with Liang Dazhuang, but Liang Dazhuang's foot couldn't have reached his back!
Also, later, it seemed that Liang Dazhuang changed positions. Who was in front of him? He couldn't see clearly even with his eyes swollen from being hit.
Dong Xinguo angrily pointed at Duan Laosan: "Duan Laosan, you don't even respect me, do you? Fine, I'll go back and write a letter of complaint. You can forget about being the village party secretary anymore."
Duan Laosan covered his face, indignant: "It's because Qingquan Village is bullying us too much. They're blocking the water upstream, and our village is going to starve to death."
Dong Xinguo spat and said, "You're talking nonsense. Do you even know where the upstream of this river is? There are thousands upon thousands of households upstream. Why don't you go look for them?"
Duan Laosan wanted to argue, but seeing Zhou Xiye standing next to Dong Xinguo, and several fully armed soldiers standing nearby, he didn't dare and could only mutter under his breath.
Zhou Xiye looked around and spotted Jiang Zhizhi among the crowd, most of whom were injured. She was holding Liang Dazhuang's hand, and the two of them were whispering something with their heads down. Suddenly, Jiang Zhizhi looked up, her eyes crinkling with a smile, and then leaned down to whisper something in Liang Dazhuang's ear. Liang Dazhuang's injured face instantly broke into a silly grin.
Zhou Xiye glanced at Jiang Zhizhi a few times to make sure she wasn't injured before turning his attention back to Dong Xinguo.
Duan Laosan was wronged and resentful, but now that several fully armed soldiers had arrived and Dong Xinguo was protecting Qingquan Village, he could only swallow his anger and listen to Dong Xinguo's lecture. Thus, he had a permanent grudge against Qingquan Village.
Dong Xinguo cursed a few times and told Duan Laosan to quickly take his men away and let the injured go home to get treatment.
Fortunately, it was stopped in time, and there were no serious consequences; the injuries were mostly superficial.
Duan Laosan and his men left, and Liang Laotou also called on everyone to go back and rest, saying that they would not work this afternoon and would rest for half a day.
Zhou Xiye glanced at the huge cast iron pressure tank, then looked at Old Man Liang: "Is the location of this drain clearly marked?"
Old Liang nodded repeatedly: "The markings are clear, and the stakes in the water are also driven in. We just need to put them in the fixed positions."
Zhou Xiye nodded and called Wang Changkun over: "Come here and help the villager get this jar into the river."
As he spoke, he unbuckled his belt, took off his coat, and seemingly casually handed the coat and belt to Jiang Zhizhi. He then secured the gun case to his waist, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and prepared to get to work.
Caught off guard, Jiang Zhizhi grabbed Zhou Xiye's jacket and belt. Seeing Zhou Xiye roll up his shirt sleeves, revealing his well-defined, muscular forearms, she suddenly remembered something: "You still have an injury on your back, let me go..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Xiye and Wang Changkun and the others had already gone down to the riverbank, leading a group of young people from the village to push and shove the huge, heavy cast iron pot.
With the help of Zhou Xiye and his team, the jar was successfully pushed to its designated position.
Dong Xinguo went over and thanked Zhou Xiye repeatedly: "I really owe you all a lot today. Otherwise, I don't know how I would have ended this."
Zhou Xiye frowned slightly: "We still need to do some ideological work with the production teams below. Their thinking is already terrible. If they see that Qingquan Village will be able to divert river water to irrigate farmland in the future, they will become jealous and cause trouble again."
Dong Xinguo nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, I will definitely hold a meeting to deal with what Duan Laosan did today seriously, and I will also report it to the higher-ups. He's done being the production team leader. I just didn't expect that, although he's usually reckless, he's never been this impulsive before. This time, it was really..."
He never expected a fight to break out. He thought it was just Duan Laosan bringing people to cause trouble, and that he could make things better by saying a few words.
Duan Laosan didn't even take him seriously today.
Dong Xinguo was seething with anger, but he couldn't let it get to him because Zhou Xiye was there.
Old Liang also chimed in: "Captain Zhou, thank you so much for today. Um, have you eaten yet? Why don't you stay for lunch?"
Zhou Xiye politely declined, saying, "No need, we still have work to do, so we'll be leaving now."
Dong Xinguo stopped him, saying, "Wait a minute, Captain Zhou, thank you so much for what happened today. I don't know what to give you. How about this, I'll write you a note so you can come to our commune canteen and eat whatever you want."
Zhou Xiye refused, saying, "No need. If you're truly grateful, write a thank-you letter to Technician Xiao Jiang."
Dong Xinguo nodded repeatedly: "Of course, I'll write it now."
As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of letter paper and a fountain pen from his worn-out leather bag, used the bag as a table, and wrote furiously with one hand holding the pen and the other.
Zhou Xiye wanted to say there was no need to rush, but seeing Dong Xinguo start writing, he remained silent and watched from the side.
Jiang Zhizhi and Yang Fengmei were standing far away and didn't hear what Zhou Xiye and Dong Xinguo were saying. They were just wondering why they were suddenly writing something by the river.
After writing the title of the letter of thanks and adding the words "Jiang from Qingquan Village," Dong Xinguo's pen stopped working. He shook the pen, but no ink came out. He looked at Zhou Xiye somewhat awkwardly and said, "Um, Captain Zhou, do you have a pen? I'm out of ink."
Seeing Dong Xinguo's enthusiasm, Zhou Xiye turned to Jiang Zhizhi and waved for her to come over: "My hands are dirty, could you please take the pen out of my pocket and give it to Secretary Dong?"
Jiang Zhizhi glanced at Zhou Xiye's hands, which were still covered in rust and dust, and quickly reached into her pocket for a pen. Reaching inside, she touched something soft and silky. Looking down, she saw it was a red scarf!
He quickly stuffed it in, then reached into another pocket, found a pen, and handed it over.
But his mind was in turmoil; Zhou Xiye had women's items in his pocket!
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