"Remember! Only seduce Li Dazui. If too many people see it and the villagers believe it, they will only deceive themselves and avoid it, and won't even come to see it."
"Understood." Chen Zhaodi didn't even turn her head, her back view was elegant, and she casually waved her hand behind her.
To verify the machine's oil yield, the commune quickly conducted a second trial.
Ruan Xianxian kept dragging her feet until she inadvertently saw Li Dazui peeking out from the wall with half an eye showing, and then announced the start of the second attempt.
Unsurprisingly... the half-eye on the wall opened wider and wider until golden, translucent soybean oil flowed out of the machine. Unable to stay any longer, she turned and ran towards the village.
"Oh no, oh no! We've missed out on a gold mine, returned it to its original owner, and spat on it in return."
Holding a shoe that had been lost, Li Dazui, standing at the edge of a field, uttered a startling statement.
The villagers looked at each other in bewilderment. After hearing the whole story, some were uneasy and others mocked, "You see an ant at home and you say that all the furniture has been eaten by insects."
Someone immediately chimed in, "That's right, even the workers from the county oil press came and said they couldn't fix it. How could Ruan Xianxian be more capable than those workers?"
Li Dazui got so anxious that he almost swore an oath to the heavens, and even rolled around on the ground with an old woman who didn't like what he was saying.
Hu Heshuo came over to check the situation, and after listening to the villagers' chatter, he remained silent for a long time.
Someone asked, "Captain, what do you say? If the machine can really be fixed, aren't we even bigger idiots than the oil mill? Is that even possible?"
"Whether it's true or false..." Hu Heshuo curled his lips, "why don't we go and see for ourselves?"
It was lunchtime, and after sending the women home to cook, a group of men, waiting to see what would happen, hopped on their tractors and sputtered off towards the commune.
The tractor can cover the distance in the blink of an eye in five or six minutes.
As a group of villagers, their thoughts unreadable, approached, the commune was conducting its second weighing.
"15.2 jin, even 2 liang more than the first time," the person in charge of weighing said excitedly.
"There will always be some residue from the first use inside the machine; an extra two ounces won't make it fresh," Mu Xia explained.
The villagers' smiles vanished. Some preferred to believe that the entire commune had conspired to deceive them rather than believe that the machine had actually been repaired, or that they had missed something.
Someone's expression had already turned serious. He slowly walked up to the deputy director and offered him a cigarette. "Director, is this the new soybean oil the commune bought? It's quite clear!"
Even though Xiang Hongjun, whom he knew much better, was not far away, this person chose to ask the unfamiliar deputy director because of a sliver of hope in his heart.
Wan Yuan glanced at the man's dirty clothes, which suggested he had just come out of the fields, waved his hand, and pointed to his throat, saying, "I can't smoke cigarettes, thanks."
The man gave an awkward smile and repeated, "This oil?"
Wan Yuan laughed, put on airs for a moment, and said with a hint of smugness, "Oh, look, this... this is all thanks to you!"
The man was stunned by Xie's words.
Wan Yuan continued, "If you hadn't given these three machines to the commune, how would we have had the chance to enjoy this good fortune?"
We...we gave it to us?
The villagers who overheard this almost vomited blood.
"Come, come, come." Wan Yuan, the deputy director who usually appeared mild-mannered but was actually arrogant, was unusually enthusiastic today.
"We've finished testing the first machine, and we're about to test the remaining two. Let's stay and take a look together."
"No thanks!" The person was about to refuse, thinking that if they didn't look, they could pretend it didn't exist, and that if they didn't look, they could deceive themselves into believing it was all fake, that the commune was just flattering them and that they were just playing along with their act.
He was afraid, afraid that he wouldn't be able to accept it after seeing everything.
Actually, I'm feeling really bad right now.
Hu Heshuo walked over at that moment and said, "Let's take a look then."
See for yourself what you've missed because of your ignorance.
The experiment was undoubtedly a success. The oil output rates of the three machines were different but roughly the same, with a difference of no more than one or two ounces. The key was that the oil output speed was particularly fast.
Hu Heshuo was amazed, while the villagers' mouths tasted bitter.
I was still in shock. The oil press was actually fixed. How could that be?
The worker clearly said...
They were filled with remorse and remained silent the entire way back on the tractor.
The women who had heard the good news were already waiting at the village entrance. As soon as they saw the tractor return, they rushed to greet it with eager faces.
"How's it going? Was that machine never fixed at all? Are the educated youth causing trouble again?"
The men remained silent.
How should I answer?
It's all true. We were blind and missed out on the village-run factory?
They couldn't bring themselves to admit their mistakes in such an embarrassing and self-deprecating way.
All he could do was shout at the top of his lungs until his face turned red, "What does it matter to you whether it's true or not? You're all so idle, why don't you go home and nurse your babies?"
The women were taken aback by the sudden reprimand.
Li Dazui, who had been waiting there, clapped his hands and laughed, "Nao Nao is angry! Their Nao Nao is angry again!"
So, is the soybean oil as clear as I described?
Do you know what this is called? Slapping yourself in the face for no reason.
Someone nearby rolled their eyes, "That's called contradicting yourself."
After he finished speaking, the village entrance fell silent.
Finally, someone spoke up, unwilling to give up: "Those educated youth did it on purpose, didn't they? Why didn't they just fix the machine when we raised our questions?"
"You can't stand seeing us living a good life, can you?"
Li Dazui spat and urged, "From now on, you'll be called Hu Dalian. I'll fix it in front of you. I'll have my Xiao Ruan fix you too, believe it or not."
"What the hell? Pah!"
After spitting at the person, Li Dazui turned and left, saying, "I'm going to make a nest in front of the old village chief's house. If the oil press doesn't want me, don't blame me for fighting Hu Bin to the death."
"A heartless, lewd thing."
This statement also served as a reminder to everyone present!
yes!
It was a case of his family, surnamed Hu, fighting against the educated youth. When they couldn't win, they dragged innocent people into the mess. The villagers didn't understand, so they could only listen to what the outsiders said.
Someone took the lead and said, "Let's go to the Hu family and make Hu Bin apologize to Ruan Zhiqing. If he doesn't get forgiveness, I won't let him off the hook."
“Yes, go find him and make Hu Bin kneel down and apologize to Ruan, the educated youth, at the commune.”
"Shh, shh, just apologize. What's with all this kneeling? If you dare force that ancestor to commit a crime, she could force your whole family to hang themselves, you believe it?"
In short, let's do our best and leave the rest to fate.
Hu Bin, who was watching his son beat his son-in-law, was unaware that a large group of villagers were heading towards him.
While the Pingtou Brigade was in a state of turmoil and regret, Ruan Xianxian was making a phone call in the commune office, his two short legs propped up on the long table.
The moment the call connected, his roguish air vanished, and his voice became so husky it could drown someone.
"Uncle Feng, it's me! I heard you've returned from Beijing. Was your journey smooth?"
"Xianxian." The old man was delighted to hear her voice. "Everything is fine. How about you? Is there something you need?"
"It's like this." Ruan Xianxian coiled the microphone cord around her index finger. "The oil press is fixed, and I have some ideas that I'd like to ask Uncle Feng for his opinion."
"Yes! Go ahead." The old man's voice was steady, without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness.
"Since the oil refinery is about to be completed, I'd like to invite some wounded soldiers who are difficult to assign to work here. Uncle Feng, do you think this idea is feasible?"
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