Chapter 159 Calling Husband
"So you're the Third Young Master's wife." The village chief shook hands politely. "You actually took the trouble to come to our Wanxi County to give a performance—"
He Sang extended his hand, but Liang Jishen brushed aside the village chief and disagreed, "You can talk, but don't do it."
The village chief smiled innocently, "Etiquette... etiquette."
He has always looked unhappy.
When he was stationed on the front line, in the deep mountains, old forests, caves and stone houses, he went wherever the bandits hid. No matter how difficult the conditions were, he never complained and had long forgotten his identity as the third son of the Liang family.
As for He Sang, although she did not come from a wealthy background, He Jinping was at least a small boss at the grassroots level, and she had no worries about food and clothing. Later, he pampered her, and she had the best food, clothing, housing and transportation. Liang Jishen really couldn't bear to see her suffer here.
"Did you do your own laundry?"
He took He Sang's hand, his knuckles were red from the cold. Xiawa Village was low-lying, and the air was humid after the rain, so the walls outside the courtyard were moldy and hairy.
Liang Jishen wrapped his warm palms around her and rubbed her to warm her.
"Where to sleep?"
He Sang raised his chin, "Inside."
Liang Jing came out from that door.
"Sleeping in the same room with him?"
Liang Jing was discussing the issue of subsidies for women in Xiawa Village with the village head. He was sharp-eared and asked, "Have you lost your sight of good people?"
He Sang hurriedly explained, "Secretary Liang sleeps in the room on the left. It has a separate small door leading to the backyard. I sleep on the right. The middle is the main dining room."
Liang Jishen loosened his collar and said, "I'm going to take a shower."
"I have a bucket in my room." Liang Jing withdrew his gaze.
“How many left-behind women are there in the village?”
"More than thirty."
"In the countryside."
"Then it's uncountable... more than three hundred?"
"You ask me?" Liang Jing's expression was serious.
The village head shuddered, but was helpless. "Shangwan Village has 26 women and over 200 bachelors. They're timid and have moved to Xiawa Village. The women from Xiawa Village marry out, then return home after three to five years. There are too many uncertainties."
Liang Jing frowned. "For families with both old and young, the township has increased subsidies. Women are working on the farm and can't take care of their families, and taking care of their families means they can't do farm work. The burden is too heavy, and life is unbearable."
The village head bared his teeth and said, "No money..."
"I'll give you a tip." Liang Jing couldn't help laughing, "The third brother is rich."
"The Third Young Master is rich, will he donate to our village?"
Liang Jing signaled to He Sang with his eyes.
The village chief suddenly realized, "I understand!"
The Third Young Master dotes on his future wife. She is a kind-hearted woman. If she takes action, the Third Young Master will definitely buy in.
Liang Jing leaned on his crutches and went to the backyard. "The rainy season is coming, and mud floods will be frequent. The third brother's money will solve the short-term difficulties first. I will talk to the provincial government and contract the piecework in the factory to poor women. Next month, I will arrange for a gynecologist to come to Wanxi County for free medical treatment."
He Sang entered the west room. Liang Jishen had just finished washing and spilled water all over the floor.
She picked up the mop and mopped the floor, "Vice President Liang, I need some money..."
The man paused while wiping his hands, tilted his head and stared at her, "What did you call me?"
"Vice President Liang—"
Liang Jishen interrupted and pinched her butt, "You deserve to be punished."
He Sang tilted his head to avoid him, "You warned me not to call your name, so what should I call?"
"When was the warning given?"
"At the beginning of the year."
He sat down, "I farted."
Liang Jishen maintained a remarkably good figure, especially when sitting. His abdominal muscles were sharply defined, and his stomach was flat, rarely bulging even after a meal. Every provincial enterprise CEO had excess fat, but he showed no signs of gaining weight. He Sang felt that his features were even more masculine than before.
"Call me husband."
He Sang was mopping the floor silently without saying a word.
"Not shouting?" Liang Jishen spread his legs, looking lazy. His shirt was wet and stuck to his mermaid line. His pants were stained with mud. He had washed them. He didn't pull up the waist, but only the hips. They were slightly loose, and a dense lush area was faintly visible there.
"I need a million."
Township head Wang said that each left-behind woman in a household receives a monthly subsidy of 600 yuan. April to September is the period of heavy rain disasters, and the subsidy lasts for half a year. There are 300 households in total. There is a small amount of 80,000 yuan in the township account, and the integer is missing.
He lit a cigarette and asked, "Did the village chief look for you?"
He Sang nodded, "Did you hear it from the window?"
Liang Jishen had no habit of eavesdropping, he was just guessing, and he guessed that it was Liang Jing who instructed the village chief to take advantage of the situation.
"Okay." He was shrewd, but didn't care. "I'll send the condolence money to the village in the name of Zhonghai Group."
He had an interview with a TV station this afternoon, and obviously he didn't have time to rush back to the headquarters. A banner from Wanxi County was sent to the company to stop the gossip from the province and the board of directors.
He pulled He Sang over and held him on his lap, "You won't feel relieved until you've spent all my money."
"I also bought a box of sanitary napkins and underwear!"
"How much is that worth?"
She argued, "The gift is small, but the sentiment is great."
"You're always right." Liang Jishen laughed and kissed her hard, "Shout."
He Sang turned away and said, "You didn't marry me."
"Return to Hebei Province."
Her hands curled up inexplicably.
Liang Jishen moved closer and kissed her ear, "You'll have to shout when we get back to Ji Province."
He Sang's heart was pounding. She opened her mouth to ask, but a middle-aged man rushed in, lifting the door curtain. "Vice President Liang, the road collapsed so badly, I'm late."
Liang Jishen stood up and said, "Doctor Li."
"Secretary Liang, is it a fracture or just a skin injury? I'm afraid he needs to be taken to the county hospital. It's not far away, but I don't have all the necessary medical equipment."
"In the inner room."
He Sang also stood up and followed Liang Jishen to the west room. When he reached the door, his cell phone rang. It turned out to be a secretary.
He was in a bad mood and went out with his cell phone.
Doctor Li carefully examined Liang Jing's injury. "It's very swollen. Did you rub it?"
Liang Jing glanced at He Sang imperceptibly and cleared his throat. "I've rubbed it."
While disinfecting, Dr. Li asked, "Did you rub it yourself?"
"On the way—" He twisted his brows and carefully considered his address, "I met a kind elder sister."
The younger sister is too frivolous, the aunt has a messy generation structure, and the elder sister is more official.
"Secretary Liang, you've commanded peacekeeping operations abroad, right? You're an expert at treating emergency wounds. How can you rub a wound that's already been medicated? Moderate massage is fine during the recovery period, but in the early stages, the more you rub, the more swelling you'll suffer."
He Sang blushed and fidgeted with his fingers awkwardly.
Liang Jing secretly taught her while communicating with the doctor, "Apply ice to relieve pain within 48 hours, and apply herbal medicine. Grind mugwort, turmeric, and houttuynia cordata into powder."
She lowered her head. Liang Jing was a very pragmatic man with extensive knowledge, covering medicine, political science and international history. She was simply showing off her skills by taking care of him yesterday.
He Sang walked out of the room quietly without saying hello.
Liang Jishen was not in the yard, his coat was gone, but the car was still there.
Doctor Li re-bandaged the wound. The oral medication was left in the car, so he hurried to get it.
The village chief took credit, "Secretary Liang, aren't you confused too? I made a few inquiries and found out that Miss He is your third brother's wife!"
Liang Jing, who was rolling up his trouser legs, looked up when he heard this and said, "Luckily I was here, so the third brother didn't lose his temper."
"Does Vice President Liang have a bad temper?"
"You'll know once you mess with him."
The village head had never worked with Liang Jishen. Rumor had it that he was very capable. The province once planned to secretly train him and send him to the Yunnan-Yunnan border as a team leader. Every year, the Hebei Provincial Capital would transfer ten key personnel to support the China-Myanmar border. Unfortunately, the Liang family strongly opposed it, and the plan failed.
In this circle, both those who are very capable and those who are very incompetent have bad tempers.
"The county rescue team is repairing the road. It will take three to four days. Please stay here with peace of mind."
"Besides the drama troupe, have any villagers reported anyone missing?"
The village head shook his head. "There are few entertainment activities in the village, and people go to bed early. The incident happened late at night, and no villagers pass by that road."
Liang Jing took a step forward. He Sang was answering the phone in the main room. They were talking about breast size increase. He didn't know much about women's sizes, but he knew that breasts were a private matter. He immediately pulled the village chief back and closed the door.
"Chest tightness? Are you choking? Are you dizzy?"
"I feel dizzy sometimes." He Sang squatted on the ground, pinching some grass to brush the dust off the door sill.
Li Zhen asked, "Are you pregnant?"
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