Chapter 125

Got it

"This place is small, but the food tastes great." Nie Gong took a bite of the stir-fried rooster. The chicken was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It was spicy and numbing, and went very well with rice.

"Earn some living expenses. If you like it, I'll give you a plate of pork intestines. Remember to come here next time." Xiao Sichuan said, and prepared to fry again.

"Alright, alright. The two of us can't eat that much. These two dishes are enough for us. You just go about your business." The worker said quickly.

After a while, a few more people came quietly, knocking on the door and asking only, "Fellow countryman, do you have any pig feed?"

Chen Lina said, "I guess this is a code. They say they are here to collect pig feed, but they are actually here to eat."

Sure enough, as soon as the door opened, Xiao Sichuan invited the other table to the inner room.

It's a small house with two bedrooms and a living room, and he can accommodate three tables.

It's like being new the first time, becoming familiar the second time. After dinner, the worker took Miss Chen's hand and they walked on the street. The sky in the mining area was blue, the grass was green, and the flowers were blooming so brightly.

I don't know why, but Nie Gong suddenly felt the same pleasure as when he was a kid, that of crushing small trees in the forest.

After taking a trip on the oil refining car, the worker still had a cigarette ticket in his hand. Of course, he was going to go back and study the issue of the ticket carefully. After all, he and Leng Qi had a bet.

As a result, the two of them met Anna in the car, who had just attended a meeting at the mining middle school and was also returning to the base.

"Why, Xiao Chen hasn't come back yet?" Chen Lina asked when she saw that Anna looked very depressed.

Anna shook her head. "His father retired due to illness, and threatened to die in order to get him to work at the Shanghai Automobile Factory. Director Chen, I think there is no future for us. What do you think we should do?"

"How about you go back to Shanghai too?" Chen Lina said.

Anna smiled bitterly and shook her head. "Director Chen, do you know that when my father was criticized, the guards could not find any evidence against him. It was Xiao Chen's father who handed over a lot of letters between the two of them to the guards, and he was convicted of Soviet collusion. Xiao Chen actually knew about this all along. He probably came to the mining area to accompany me for so long because he felt guilty. Now that my father has been rehabilitated, he probably has no guilt anymore. He always said in his letters that he would find a way to come back, but it has been more than half a year, and he has no intention of coming back.

As for me, I'm used to living in the border areas and really don't want to go back to Shanghai, or maybe others think that Shanghai is a prosperous metropolis with better conditions than our border areas in every way.

But Director Chen, do you think Shanghai has such vast farms as our border, such snow-white Tianshan Mountains, and such simple drivers who will stop at your beck and take you anywhere? Communism, utopia, our border is the real communism. "

What is this called?

It is easy to share hardships, but difficult to share happiness?

"Director Chen, have you not taken care of your two children's studies recently?"

"What's the matter? Aren't they learning well?"

Anna took out a list and showed it to Chen Lina. "Look, in the first-year midterm exam at Mining Area Middle School, Nie Weimin did okay in other subjects, but only scored 70 in Chinese. On the contrary, Nie Weiguo did okay, not to mention other subjects, but also scored 70 in Chinese. They skipped a grade, so the teacher will definitely not say anything in the first semester.

However, you should pay attention to this grade, as the first grade is the foundation of all learning. If he cannot catch up with the first grade, he will be even more unable to keep up with the courses in the second and third grades."

"Are all children who skip grades like this?" Chen Lina asked.

Anna shook her head. "He Junqiang is not like that. He got 100 points in every subject."

The worker took the report card and flipped through it for a long time, then said, "Okay, Xiao Chen, take a look."

Anna then said, "Mr. Yee, I have to say that nowadays, in our country, most families are adopting widow-style parenting, which means that men only need to work, and all the housework and children's education are pushed onto women. This is called widow-style parenting.

Because no matter how much a father contributes outside, he does not exist in the family. I think that Weimin's declining grades have a lot to do with your neglect of education. What do you think?"

The worker was speechless because of Anna's words. It was the first time he realized that this girl had a sharp tongue.

Anna had to go back to school, so Chen Lina and Nie Gong got off the bus and went back first.

"Nie Gong, your sons went down the road of crime in their last life. I think it has a lot to do with your negligence in education. What should I do? Tell Anna in person that our family uses widow-style education. I think you will be embarrassed."

"It's really embarrassing, but you still have to teach the child. After all, you have taught him well. As for the matter of defending the people, I will talk to him today. Do you think it's okay?"

"I'm telling you, you married me because you've done so much good in your previous life. Nie Bozhao, you know what Anna said about widowed parenting!"

"I know better than the fork in the apricot tree how much virtue I have accumulated to meet you. Sometimes I even wonder, without you, Chen Lina, would there be the mining area today, and would there be the life we ​​four father and son have today? The answer is no. It is undeniable that you are a great mother." Nie Gongyou said sincerely and seriously.

He is now saying sweet words and has already overcome his own psychological barrier. There is nothing he can do about it. Miss Chen deserves all the praises!

As Edward said, modern wars are fought for oil. As a petroleum engineer, Nie Bozhao's contribution to the Republic's oil industry is unquestionable.

Because of his dozens of patent inventions and research of various sizes in recent years, the Republic has become a world leader in the oil industry without having to pursue hegemony.

However, his contribution to the family is too little.

"Okay, at least you know how to reflect on yourself, that's good. As long as you can really get Leng Qi to sing a song outside our yard, I'll be satisfied." Xiao Chen patted Nie Gong's shoulder and said.

It was noon, and Nie Weimin was changing the coal in the beehive coal stove. He picked up a piece, and it broke. He picked up another piece, and it broke.

"Brother, I'm starving. Is your meal almost ready?" Erdan yelled outside.

Nie Weimin had just picked up a piece of honeycomb coal, but it broke with a snap. He angrily scolded, "What are you arguing about? Can't you see that I have already broken five pieces of coal?"

Erdan had called a group of bandits to fight in the small woods behind. He lay on the wall and watched for a long time, then said, "Well, I guess I won't have any food to eat today."

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and Nie Weimin's stomach was growling with hunger. He finally got the coal in the right place, but waited for a long time and it didn't catch fire.

Then he lay on the ground again, imitating Chen Lina's example, fanning the flames of the beehive coal stove with a fan.

Suddenly, he heard Chen Lina calling Erdan, and Nie Weimin knew that his mother had come back. He looked at the dead chimney and the lifeless stove, and felt angry and aggrieved, and sat on the ground with a tearful face.

Just to have a meal, he spent three hours cooking on the stove.

Chen Lina entered the yard and saw firewood scattered all over the ground like it had been pulled by a dog.

Sandan was squatting beside the sink, washing vegetables: a carrot, two cucumbers, a handful of greens, and a tomato.

The boy half-loosened his tongue and washed very carefully.

"Oh my balls, why are you cooking now?" Chen Lina said, dragging the basin over. "Go pick two more tomatoes, and then get some potatoes from the cellar. Mom will cook for you."

"It's already three o'clock. Why don't you go to Sister Wang's house next door to eat? Why are you cooking now?" After entering the kitchen, Chen Lina asked Nie Weimin.

Nie Weimin pointed to a small bag of rice on the chopping board and said, "We were originally planning to go over to eat at noon, but at noon, Tiantian's mother received a letter, locked the door and left. So we waited and waited, but you didn't come back, so I decided to cook for myself."

Several pieces of coal were broken and the beehive coal stove was out. If Chen Lina didn't come back, this meal would have to be eaten in the evening.

She rolled up her sleeves and started kneading the dough, peeled two potatoes, fried tomatoes, and beat two eggs, and then a pot of soup was ready.

A cucumber and a radish were mixed together. The soup had not yet been served, but Erdan had already peeled half a plate of cucumber by himself.

"By the way, Erdan, how many points did your brother get in the Chinese mid-term exam? Why didn't you ever tell us?" Looking at his son wolfing down his food, Nie Bozhao asked Erdan.

Erdan took the bowl and started to scrape the noodles. The word "70" almost jumped out of his mouth, but he bit it back because Nie Weimin was staring at him.

"Dad, this, I don't know either." Erdan said obediently.

Nie Gong probably understood a little bit. Nie Weimin had an unprecedentedly poor score in the exam. It should be a threat and intimidation. He was planning to cover up the truth with Erdan.

The worker didn't say anything at the time, but when he heard Xiao Chen shout "It's time to eat," he said, "Go quickly and serve everyone their meals."

The three eggs went popping up one after another, and soon the bowl was empty.

Sandan wiped his mouth and sighed, "My mother's cooking is still the best."

After dinner, Nie Bozhao asked, "Do Erdan and Sandan want to go out and play?"

Sandan shook his head and said, "No, Dad, I'm too tired. I want to go back to sleep."

Erdan was leaning on his back, feeling that he still had something to do. Chen Lina stared at him for a long time and asked, "Have you not done your homework yet?"

"Oh, Mom, I really didn't do it," he said.

"Then hurry up and do your homework." Chen Lina said.

Nie Gong called Nie Weimin and Chen Lina into the study together, took out the supply ticket of Zhonghua Cigarettes, and briefly explained the situation to Nie Weimin, from how Section Chief Feng escaped after the kidnapping was exposed, to how Yu Donghai got the two tickets from him, and then asked, "Weimin, where do you think these two tickets came from?"

Chen Lina felt something was wrong.

Nie Weimin only scored 70 points in Chinese. Shouldn't we hold a criticism meeting at this time to give him a good scolding so that he will learn from his mistakes and be motivated to work harder?

Why did he talk to his son about these two supply tickets?

As for Nie Weimin, not to mention studying, his IQ has always been high enough.

He took a ticket and looked at it for a long time. He smelled it and said, "It's fake. There is no smell of pine oil in it. The ink is not the ink of the authentic supply ticket."

To print supply tickets, one needs ink and engraving plates. The ink used for local ticket printing is of inferior quality. However, the tickets from Beijing are different from those from local areas. They have the smell of pine oil on them. Nie Weimin had seen Nie Gong bring them here before and had smelled them, so he knew the smell.

So, this is a fake supply ticket.

"Yes, I also thought it was fake when I saw it. So here comes the problem. It is not easy to print a fake supply ticket. Look, from the pattern to the seal, everything is lifelike. Without engraving and printing press, this thing cannot be made. So, this is a big case. Nie Weimin, tell me, based on this ticket alone, who do you think the forger is?"

Nie Weimin thought for a long time and said, "It's Uncle He Minhe, Dad, am I right?"

"You are right. It was He Min, who is in charge of purchasing in our mine's logistics department, who did it. Although he refuses to admit it, I have already arrested him and brought him to the armed forces."

Before he finished his words, Leng Qi walked in swaggeringly.

"Leng Qi, you can't enter my study." Nie Gong reminded him.

Leng Qi stretched out his hands and raised a finger. "Bo Zhao, I checked the number of the cigarette. It is Gao Feng's number. So, the ticket can only have passed through He Lanshan's hands and into He Min's hands. There was only one ticket, but He Min found a way to turn it into three. Then, he gave the two fake tickets to Section Chief Feng. I deduced this afternoon. Although you guessed it, you were at least half an hour late, so you lost."

All the time, he wanted to compete with the workers.

Nie Bozhao was still standing behind the desk, supporting himself on the table with his hands.

Looking at his son, he said, "Wei Min, do you think what your uncle Leng said is right?"

Nie Weimin nodded, "I think it's right."

Nie Bozhao breathed a sigh of relief, patted his son on the shoulder and said, "Dad was different from you when he was a child. First, Dad was weak when he was a child. He could not go out to play except staying at home to study. This made Dad willing to make decisions.

And once you make up your mind, you don’t want it to be broken. You are different from your father. I don’t deny that you are very sensitive, but don’t you find that if a person cannot make up his mind, then no matter how smart he is, he will inevitably be misled by his own intelligence. "

So, looking up, Nie Gong asked Leng Qi again, "But He Min refuses to admit it. You can interrogate him and ask him if he printed it himself in the printing factory. Of course he said no, because he never printed it at all."

Leng Qi was stunned. "That's impossible, Lao Nie. No one can make such a fake ticket unless it's a big printing factory in Uru."

"Yes, I know someone in the mining area who can do it. So, your and Wei Min's judgments are wrong. He Min is the one who has access to the cigarettes.

But he didn't have the brains to do such a thing. Besides, a fake cigarette ticket is not something that one can imitate by just looking at it. There are numbers on the cigarettes. He is not stupid. Why would he use such a simple thing to harm his brother-in-law? "

Now it was Leng Qi's turn to be puzzled. "Comrade Xiao Chen, do you understand what the worker said?"

Chen Lina didn't say anything.

Nie Gong was so sure, so he must have already formed his own opinion.

Foolish education and foolish entertainment do not mean completely letting the children do what they want and not caring about them.

It's just that he is too busy with work and inevitably cannot take care of his family.

However, the lessons he taught Nie Weimin occasionally must be something he will never forget.

For example, now, he was more surprised than Leng Qi. He let out a cry and waited for his father to decipher the secret for him.

"For such a reception ticket, do you know how many printing techniques are used?"

Nie Gong shook the ticket and pointed at the patterns on it, saying one by one, "This one is lithographed, this one is offset printed, and this one is a combination of embossing and concave printing. There are three printing methods in total. The printing factory in Uru can't print this thing at all."

"Then where did it come from?" Nie Weimin asked back.

Nie Gong said, "This is a painting."

"You mean, this thing was painted by someone?" Leng Qi became more and more unconvinced.

"Really?"

"Nie Gong, stop joking." Leng Qi stopped talking halfway, because when he looked carefully, he realized that it was really a fucking painting.

"In our mining area, there was a group of professional painters in the art troupe, all from Beijing, Shanghai and other big cities. The performance posters they drew were lifelike, but now they have all been transferred. And do you know Lengqi, Gao Dayong's wife, Director Wu, the deputy director of our art troupe, graduated from the Central Academy of Fine Arts, majoring in oil painting and also dabbling in miniature painting? I still have a collection of the posters she drew, and I'll take them out and show them to you now."

With a bang, a poster of the Red Army Women was slammed onto the table.

In the painting, female soldiers in blue and red are dancing in unison, led by none other than Julien Hai's wife Xiao Bao. It can be said that this oil painting is extremely exquisite.

When you look closely, you can even see Xiao Bao's slightly protruding teeth, the sweat hairs on her tense muscles, and her shiny skin that looks like real skin.

Leng Qi took a deep breath, blew smoke rings onto the poster, and said, "Fuck, this is a combination of miniature painting and oil painting styles. It's a fucking fusion aesthetic."

Therefore, Captain Wu learned the slogan on District Chief Gao's cigarette sticks through He Lanshan, and then painted an oil painting based on Gao Dayong's cigarette coupons, and gave it to Section Chief Feng, asking Section Chief Feng to redeem the cigarettes.

"How about "Alamuhan", when are you going to sing it?" The well-mannered worker took off his glasses, wiped them with a glasses cloth, and asked Leng Qi.

Leng Qi turned around and saw Miss Chen with her arms folded, looking at him in the living room.

However, compared to Nie Gong's aggressiveness after the reversal, Miss Chen was much calmer. She raised one hand and said, "I don't want to listen to Minister Leng's screams and howls. I just want to remind you that Gao Dayong at least had no selfish motives when he worked with me. You can investigate this matter, but at least give the leader a chance to buffer before the water is poured out, okay? At least give him a chance to defend himself, okay?"

It is impossible for the leader to know everything that family members do.

What if Captain Wu did it in private? If it gets out, Gao Dayong's future will be ruined.

"Who said my singing sounds like ghosts howling?" Leng Qi is not afraid of anything except provocation. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and said, "Let's do it now. If you are right, I will dance and sing a song of "Alamuhan" for you."

You little brat, you really think he Lengqi can't sing.

Leng Qi thought, I am a famous national tenor in the Hongyan Military Region, okay?