Han Qingyun: "... Third brother."

The third brother is really courageous. He can casually say something like building a new house. He is indeed a man who can fight in battle and kill enemies, and can sew quilts and love his wife. He is a real man!

It's no wonder that Han Qingyun was surprised. At that time, building a house in the countryside was a bigger matter than marrying a wife or having a son. It was the most difficult thing for a rural family.

To marry a wife is nothing more than reaching a certain age, saving a hundred kilograms of grain, a hook and cloth, a few household items, a piece of meat, or even half of that. Anyway, as long as the man is not bad and has some strength, he can always marry a wife no matter how poor he is. And if you marry a wife, you don't have to worry about having a son.

But the house is not.

Building a house requires wood, sorghum stalks, adobe bricks, stones, straw, grain, manpower, etc.

Even if you only need to hire two teams of masons and carpenters, and the team leaders are responsible for the unskilled labor, you have to prepare the materials yourself.

Building a house requires a lot of wood, which is used for beams, purlins, etc. Trees don’t grow all at once, and ordinary members have no money and nowhere to buy them, so they basically just collect them, and it’s considered good if they have collected them in a dozen years.

In addition, even if the rafters were not made of wood but were made of cheaper materials such as sorghum stalks, they still had to be exchanged in the production team by earning work points.

The work points used to exchange for food are not enough to feed the family, so where can we get so much to exchange for materials?

Although laborers can help in their own village and do not need to eat, skilled workers and strong laborers who build walls and put up beams have to eat several meals.

Imagine that you can’t even get enough food to eat, so where will you get the food to feed yourself?

Either way, it's enough to make the members worry.

If you build three rooms, that would be even more amazing. It would be like a house passed down from ancestors, and then each generation would repair and improve it. When life was good, they would add one and a half rooms to provide their son with some living space and to help him get married.

If you really want to build a new one, it will cost about a hundred yuan, and if it is made of bricks and tiles, it will naturally cost more.

One hundred yuan. How much can a country person earn after working hard all year round?

Besides, who doesn’t get sick? Getting married, having children, funerals, and socializing all cost money.

When you get married, the family savings of more than ten years are emptied out, and the funeral expenses will drain out more than ten years of savings. What if there is something else? So, there is really no room in the house for anything except the rat hole.

Even though he had been the Party branch secretary for nearly twenty years, he could not just say he wanted to build a house. It would take him many years.

His elder and second elder brothers haven't separated from their families yet, and he still lives in the same house with his parents, so getting married in the future will be a problem.

Those in the village who are applying for residential land now have saved for more than ten or twenty years, and the whole family can no longer bear it and has to build a house and split up.

Han Qingsong is the first one who said he wanted to build a house so casually. Even Han Qingyun has to bow down to him.

Han Qingsong, however, did not consider these things. He was away from home all year round and did not understand the situation in the village. In the army, he just followed orders and did his job no matter how difficult it was. He would never give up when faced with difficulties.

Besides, the army has strength in numbers, and they are all strong young men, so if there is any problem, it will be effortless.

Han Qingsong didn't think anything was difficult. He would just do it if needed, and if he couldn't do it, he would think of a way. He would always be able to do it.

When the idea of ​​building a house came to his mind, he immediately took action.

Building a house is not a family's own business. One must first apply for a homestead from the production team and report the materials reserved for building the house, such as wood, sorghum stalks, adobes, etc. One must also apply for a permit to buy bricks and tiles.

Villagers basically don't consider bricks and tiles when building houses. One reason is that they are too expensive and they don't have the money to buy them. The other is that they can't find the connections to get approval.

Even if bricks and tiles are not used, other wood and sorghum stalks are not so easy to put together.

At this time, people worked collectively on the land. Each family had only one or two acres of land in the corners of their own plot, and they could only rely on the production team to distribute the materials.

Not to mention that wood is difficult to gather, even sorghum stalks are difficult to gather.

The local roof must be built with bundles of sorghum straw, which are then covered on the beams and then covered with mud, thatch or wheat straw. The sorghum straw is used as rafters, and if there is not enough wood, sorghum straw is used instead, after all, sorghum straw is much cheaper than wood.

But even so, with so many households in a production team, it is not easy to gather them all by one's own strength.

Han Qingsong thought that since he was going to build a house, he should build it with bricks and tiles. Mud houses are easy to collapse during heavy rains and are not safe. They also need to be repaired several times a year, which is labor-intensive and material-intensive. It is a helpless act.

Han Qingsong went to find Han Yongfang and said, "Master, I want to queue up to apply for a homestead to build a house."

Han Yongfang smiled and took out a diagram of the village housing sites. "Take a look and choose whichever area you like."

Han Qingsong looked at him in surprise, "Don't you have to queue?" He asked and found out that the queue would last until at least the year after next.

Although it is not easy to build a house, many families already have more than a dozen people squeezed into three small houses, which is really too crowded. Some live in other people's houses, and some have nowhere to live so they just live in straw huts. Almost every household has the need to build a house, but they have no money, food, or materials, so they put it on hold for the time being.

Han Yongfang shook her head, "No need, I've already applied for you."

Han Yongfang had been thinking about Han Qingsong's career change for a long time.

In fact, the Han family could have applied for a homestead to build a house and split up the family. After all, Han Qingsong sent money back, and the old lady had no shortage of money. But the old lady, as a feudal patriarch, did not want to split up the family because she thought that if the family was split up, the sons and daughters-in-law would live their own lives. Who would care about her? If the family was not split up, the whole family would revolve around her, and she would have the final say. How powerful would she be?

Many families do not divide their family property. One reason is that they are too poor to afford it. The other reason is that the elderly are afraid of being lonely and abandoned and do not like being lonely, so they insist that their children and grandchildren live together and wait until the elderly or the father passes away before dividing the family property.

Han Yongfang considered that Han Qingsong's household registration and food and oil relations were different from those of others and were a little complicated. For example, other people's job transfers followed the principle of proximity, and they went back to where they came from and transferred their household registration back to their own village.

Han Qingsong's household registration was not returned but remained in the county, but his food and oil supply was transferred to the commune.

He could get a total of three salaries from the county and the commune, and at the same time he could also get two benefits from the county and the commune. For example, the food coupons for ordinary agency workers were 30 kilograms a month, but now with better conditions, cadres could get 36 kilograms.

But Han Qingsong weighed 44 kilograms, which was according to the standard for heavy physical workers. This amount refers to edible flour and other foods, not unprocessed grains such as wheat and corn directly harvested from the countryside.

The 44 jin included cooking oil. One jin of grain coupons contained three taels of oil. These were not simple grain coupons that the villagers exchanged for grain.

Han Yongfang did not accept other kinds of cloth coupons, cotton coupons, etc., so he was not sure, but he guessed that they must have been in duplicate or according to high standards.

For example, if others produce ten feet of cloth a year, he might produce at least fifteen feet.

Others may have two kilograms of cotton, but he may have three kilograms.

With such good conditions, the first thing to do is definitely to build a house.

The two thatched houses that the brigade lent him were too shabby. They were fine for temporary living, but if he lived there for a long time, they would be drafty and cold in the winter and leak in the summer when it rained heavily and was windy.

If there is a heavy rainstorm, the water will flow back into the house.

There are many people in the village applying for homesteads right now. If Han Qingsong has to queue up, he will have to wait until the year after next.

Fortunately, he had already applied for it.

He thought that although Han Qingsong's household registration was in the county, it did not mean that he could bring his entire family to the county.

First, his full-time job was in the commune, and the county could not possibly allocate him a house. Not allocating him a house meant that he was just a figurehead and did not have to go to work on a daily basis.

Secondly, Lin Lan and the child’s household registration cannot be moved to the county, unless Han Qingsong is promoted to the position of director of the county public security bureau and is allocated a house, which is possible.

At that time, it was very difficult to transfer from rural to non-rural areas, after all, the city still sent educated youth to the countryside every year. The jobs in the city were already in short supply, so naturally, agricultural households would not be allowed to settle in the city easily, unless they had made great contributions or had no other reason to settle there.

Therefore, he felt that Han Qingsong must build a house in the village.

Sure enough, he got it right.

Han Qingsong took a look and said gratefully, "Thank you, Master. I'll ask my mother to choose."

Han Yongfang smiled and said, "Take it back and choose carefully at home."

Han Qingsong also borrowed two batteries from the team, and then took the batteries and a thick notebook home to find Lin Lan.

Lin Lan had almost finished sewing her mattress, and when she saw him coming back with a big book, she was wondering, "What is this?"

Han Qingsong put the book on the kang and went to replace the radio battery. "I'll let you choose."

Lin Lan took a look and was surprised and delighted: "Choose a residential plot?"

Han Qingsong raised her eyebrows. She could tell at once that it was a residential plot.

Lin Lan couldn't take his eyes off, and lay there looking around, "Where should we build it? Beside the brigade? Or behind the village? Isn't the east end of the village better? It's close to the school and convenient for going to school. How about the west end of the village? It's close to the private plot and convenient for planting and watering vegetables..."

Han Qingsong saw her lying there, her unevenly cut hair looked smooth after washing and glowing with a soft light. For some reason, he reached out and touched it.

Lin Lan exclaimed, "What?"

Han Qingsong immediately withdrew his hand and said, "There is grass on your head."

She looked at Han Qingsong's face, which had turned suspiciously red, and said with a smile, "Nothing, just digging in the haystack all day."

There was no thatched shed at home, and the haystack outside was wet from the rain, so we could only take out the dry hay from inside to burn.

She looked at it for a while, and couldn't make up her mind. "How about waiting for the kids to come back and choose together?"

Han Qingsong thought that choosing a residential site had nothing to do with the child. Shouldn't she just decide? But he still nodded, "Yes."

Lin Lan happily put it down and continued to sew the mattress. She had finished it.

Han Qingsong went out to the yard to check and found that even if the materials for building the house were prepared, they would have to wait until after the autumn harvest, which would be around September or October.

His family is building a house, and they are not short of money now. The labor cost is also easy to afford. They can just hire a few skilled workers and have a team leader lead the team to finish the work in three or four days at most.

The hardest part is preparing the materials, so take your time.

He looked around the yard and chose a spot on the south wall next to the toilet to build a thatched shed so that firewood could be stored inside without worrying about rain.

Bicycles and farm equipment can also be placed inside. They can no longer fit inside and will easily rot if left outside in the wind, sun, and rain.

It is much easier to build a thatched hut. Using the south wall, build an earth wall opposite, support it with some bent wooden sticks that cannot be used as purlins, and cover it with thatch, reeds, etc.

Han Qingsong went to prepare the materials first, and Lin Lan helped him in the afternoon. After work in the evening, Brother Han and Han Qingyun came to lend a hand, and the straw shed was set up.

Naturally, Brother Han and Han Qingyun refused to stay for dinner and left after helping.

Han Qingsong helped Lin Lan to clear up the haystacks outside that were soaked by the rain. The ones on the top that had been soaked were dried out and used for burning, while the ones on the bottom that had not been soaked were placed in the hay shed.

Grass that has been rained on will rot easily. If it is not dried in the sun, it will turn into soil in a few days.

Lin Lan looked particularly satisfied and praised, "Director Han is really capable. He can attack when advancing and defend when retreating."

Han Qingsong glanced at her, not knowing where he had learned this witty remark from.

…

In the evening, the children came back one after another for dinner.

Lin Lan motioned Erwang to listen to the radio. Erwang was surprised and said, "Mom, there are batteries?"

Lin Lan smiled and said, "Your father borrowed it from the brigade and bought it back later."

Erwang happily began to tune in. At that time, the programs included singing, opera, model operas, storytelling, etc. Songs such as "I Love Beijing ***" and the storytelling "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy" are now very popular.

However, children are also prone to quarrels. For example, Dawang and Sanwang like to listen to storytelling about wars, Erwang and Maisui like to listen to various songs, while Xiaowang likes to listen to music such as the erhu, flute, hand drum, and guzheng...there are bound to be quarrels.

Lin Lan quickly advised: "Why don't you take turns listening."

"Stories have to continue. If you stop for one day, you won't be able to listen to them anymore."

"You couldn't listen to it because there was no battery a few days ago!"

The children started quarreling, and the two small houses were boiling like a pot.

"Stop, stop!" Lin Lan advised a few times, but the children didn't listen at all and made even louder noises.

Han Qingsong came in from outside, frowning, "Everyone, stand at attention!"

The reflexes of the Dawang, Erwang, and Sanwang conditions are the same, and you should stand at attention immediately.

Mai Sui proudly enjoyed the radio and tuned it to a singing program.

Sanwang looked at his sister with dissatisfaction, pushed his elder brother with his hand, and groaned.

Mai Sui even pouted at them smugly.

"Why let her listen to it? I want to listen to it too!" Sanwang began to feel unconvinced.

Han Qingsong turned the radio on with his big hand and said, "You want fairness? Then don't listen to it."

Suddenly the room was quiet.

Han Qingsong handed the radio to Lin Lan, "Don't let me hear any of you quarreling again."

Several children pursed their lips tightly, all looking angry.

Lin Lan thought for a moment and said, "How about I make a few wooden sticks, and we can draw lots for storytelling and singing, and we'll listen to whichever one we draw?"

Several children were not very happy about it, but they had no better way. The key was that Black Dad had a gloomy face and they were also a little timid.

Lin Lan had never been married and had no children in her previous life. Now she was teaching her children purely by feeling her way across the river. In addition, she had an open-minded personality, so she naturally brought out the atmosphere of tolerance and friendliness that modern parents have towards their children. This was bound to conflict with Han Qingsong's old-fashioned traditional education.

After all, China's educational philosophy has always been: a good son is born under the stick.

Disobedient? Beat him. Still disobedient? Beat him hard!

Lin Lan said that Da Wang deserved to be beaten by his father, but when the small cane really hit him, she throbbed and felt very guilty.

So she is willing to communicate with her children in a more peaceful way and find positive and effective solutions.

But this method also has its drawbacks. It is slow to take effect, especially for children with low emotional intelligence and slow maturity. Moreover, when they encounter something they like, the obedient Erwang and Mai Sui become stubborn, and Lin Lan is a little at a loss.

In that case, just put it away for now. No one wants to listen to it when it’s not needed.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing during dinner. Even Xiaowang didn't dare to say a word. He just leaned against Lin Lan and ate obediently.

Lin Lan tried several times to liven up the atmosphere, but the children did not respond enthusiastically.

After dinner, Lin Lan said, "You guys do your homework first. After you finish, we'll have a meeting to choose a homestead."

Homestead?

Upon hearing this, the children immediately responded, "Mom, we want to build a house?"

Lin Lan smiled and said, "Yes, this house is not ours. We can't just live in it forever. Of course we have to build our own house."

There was no homework, and it took only a few minutes to finish. Several children lay on the kang and picked it. One wanted the back, another wanted the east, and some wanted to stay where they were... After a while, they started arguing again.

Seeing that Han Qingsong's face was getting darker and darker, Lin Lan immediately smiled at him, signaling him not to be angry.

To be honest, five kids making so much noise in a small house is really noisy.

Finally, Lin Lan said, "Vote. Whoever wants to vote for a place should raise their hand. The more votes, the more counts."

The children thought about it and had no objection, and they all emphasized their favorite positions.

There are basically two factions. Sanwang listens to his eldest brother, Erwang and Mai Sui, while Xiaowang is still young and is ignored.

Lin Lan said, "Whoever can write the south, north, east, west, and center of the village correctly will have two votes."

Take advantage of every opportunity to stimulate them to study hard. In this way, there are five votes in total, and three votes win.

She gestured to Da Wang to write first, and Da Wang looked at her with anger in his eyes.

Lin Lan laughed, "If you can't write, then who can? Whoever can write has two votes. Your father and I won't vote, so you decide for yourselves."

She just didn't believe they could write it.

Erwang said, "Mom, let me try."

The wheat ears also started to grow quickly.

When they followed their aunt and uncle, they also read a few words.

Over there, Da Wang also held his pencil in a murderous manner.

Sanwang stared!

Xiao Wang looked here and there and said, "I'll just follow mom."

Lin Lan hugged him and said, "Okay."

Finally, after writing it, Lin Lan took a look.

Mai Sui Nan was not written correctly, and Er Wang Xi and Nan were not written correctly either.

Sanwang can't write any of them.

Emma, ​​actually Dawang wrote it correctly, but his handwriting is uglier than his father's!

Da Wang raised his eyebrows proudly and snorted. Your elder brother is your elder brother!

So there are four children, three votes to two, and the decision-making power is in Dawang's hands.

He decides where it is.

Erwang said to Sanwang, "Sanwang, my elder brother wants to live at the back of the village, which is the farthest from the school. In winter, if you can't get up and are late, the teacher will punish your father and beat you. Don't you think the east end of the village is closest to the school?"

When Sanwang heard this, he felt that his second brother was right.

Da Wang glared at San Wang, as if to say, "If you dare to betray me, don't even think about paying any attention to me in the future."

Lin Lan was amused by what she saw, so she just let them struggle there. The friction between the children was also a process of promoting their feelings and finding solutions.

She asked Han Qingsong: "Do you have to go to work tomorrow?"

Han Qingsong nodded, "The results will be out tomorrow."

When Da Wang heard that Heidi would go to work tomorrow, he immediately felt relieved. It seemed that he would not have to do training tomorrow.

Finally, Sanwang was forced to follow his elder brother under his power and temptation. His elder brother said that he would take him with him when he played war games in the future, so he happily continued to rely on his elder brother.

Dawang said: "The house is built next to here."

A group of people: ??? Didn’t you say it’s behind the village?

The back of the village is the least suitable place, it is simply Da Wang who is deliberately singing a different tune.

Dawang raised his eyebrows proudly.

Lin Lan: ...

It was Lin Lan's idea to build the house nearby. It is convenient because it is close to home. It is also close to the brigade headquarters, which is convenient for meetings or distributing things. It is also close to the Xi River and the vegetable garden, making it easy to grow vegetables.

Erwang and Mai Sui saw that although it was not next to the east school, it was not in the corner behind the village either, so they were very satisfied and said, "Okay."

That's settled.

"Now you have one more job. Go out and pick up stones when you have time." Han Qingsong ordered.

Let Sanwang say, it would be nice if he could just pick up stones instead of going to school.

The next day, Da Wang thought that Han Qingsong would go to work so they could escape the training, but Han Qingsong got up earlier, and the weather was good so they trained even harder!

Running exercises, jumping squats, push-ups...

Da Wang deeply experienced the pain of not listening to the advice of the elderly. Yesterday, Han Qingsong asked him to step on his legs, but he turned a deaf ear. This morning, he felt his legs were sore and as soft as noodles!

Erwang was fine, after all, he felt sour yesterday but felt relieved today.

Da Wang was spanked twice by Han Qingsong because his legs were sore, but he finally finished the training with gritted teeth, sweating profusely and feeling as if his whole body was falling apart, the pain was even more severe.

Now Daoshi and Erwang were playing guessing game with each other. They could still hold back at first, but later they started to scream so loudly that it was unbearable to listen to.

Han Qingsong's eyes were as sharp as those of an eagle. It was much easier for him to deal with a few young boys than with the new recruits. Disobedient? To put it bluntly, they were too energetic and couldn't stay still. The training made them exhausted and they dared not even breathe. How could they go out to cause trouble?

Er Wang suspected that his father was punishing him more severely for stealing the radio last night, but Da Wang was obviously unaware.

"You must abide by the school rules when you go to school. If I hear you fighting, bullying your classmates, or bullying your teachers in school, you will be given double the training in the future." Han Qingsong's voice was cold, even chillier than the white mist in the early morning of autumn.

Erwang steals a glance at Dawang.

On his first day of school, Da Wang had a conflict with several senior students. He was a troublemaker in the village, so he was not afraid of them now. A feud was formed.

Erwang estimated that in a few days the teacher and other parents would come to their house to complain, and then his eldest brother would be in great trouble.

Normally he was under the tyranny of his elder brother, so at this moment he could not help but take pleasure in other's misfortune.

After Han Qingsong went to work, the children were rushed to school. Lin Lan tidied up and let Xiaowang play with the other children in the village on the street.

Xiaowang is a good kid. He doesn't play dangerous games or go to dangerous places. He just plays with other kids on the streets of the village.

Lin Lan took the homestead and went to find Han Yongfang.

Han Yongfang circled the place she chose, wrote her name on it, then filled out a homestead application form, stamped it with the brigade seal, and put her fingerprints on it.

In addition, you have to write an application for house-building materials. You have to find a way to collect or buy wood yourself, and you can apply for sorghum stalks, wheat straw, and adobe bricks from the team.

During the hottest time of summer every year, the brigade and production teams would lead the members to break adobe bricks, dry them in the sun and then stack them up. The bricks would be used by the brigade and production teams themselves and for the members to use.

There are no secrets in the village, and the news that Lin Lan's family applied for a residential plot to build a house soon spread throughout the village.

When work was over at noon, someone came to the brigade and asked, "We have applied for housing land for a year, why hasn't it been approved yet? How come their family just applied and got it approved?"

Yu Laizi and Liu Chunfang's mother-in-law's family had also applied, but it had not been approved yet. When he heard about this, Yu Laizi immediately took advantage of the situation to make a fuss.

She was resentful of Han Qingsong for not releasing her son. She had been running around trying to build relationships these past two days, and when she heard that Lin Lan's family was going to build a house, she was the first to jump out and cause trouble.

Han Yongfang said, "Just stay calm and do your work. Don't be the one looking for trouble. Have you picked the cotton? Will you break the cobs in a couple of days? Have you packed up your belongings?"

"Secretary, why was her application approved right away? We haven't had our application approved for two years." Yu Mozi was furious, thinking he had found evidence against her. "Just because you're an official, you should..."

"Get lost!" Before she could finish, Han Yongfang scolded, "You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. Why does Changzheng'er steal all day long? Don't you think about it? He was such a good kid when he was young, but you, a woman, made him blind."

Long March'er is Liu Chunhe's nickname.

He threw out a stack of application forms and said, "I'll take them out. Can you understand what I'm saying? Take a good look. Han Qingsong applied six years ago, but it was only approved now. What are your two years?"

The captain came over immediately to testify.

A few years ago, when Han Qingsong was promoted, the brigade thought that Han Yongchang would come to apply, so Han Yongfang wrote a form for him. However, he never came, so the application was put on hold.

Now that Lin Lan has come to apply for it, I can just use it directly.

The members who came to cause trouble immediately had no objections, and Yu Moezi was also scolded so hard that he was completely humiliated.

Han Yongfang continued to scold: "It would be nice if you were this positive when doing your work."

…

On Han Qingsong's first day at work, he first got to know his colleagues in the commune office compound, and then returned to the office to learn about his job duties.

Just like he said before, there is basically nothing to do now, and several colleagues are idle and gossiping all day long.

The most important case at this time was the sentencing of Zhao Jianshe and four others. Han Qinghua was also transferred from the county to the commune for punishment.

According to previous regulations, they would be criticized in meetings, paraded through the streets, and then sent to labor camps to work.

Sun Zhuowen and Huang Weizhong are the heads of the office. When there is no director, they are in charge of the work.

Sun Zhuowen originally thought that the previous director had been fired, so he went to the county to make some moves, and it was his turn. He had already prepared a banquet to celebrate his becoming director, but a peasant soldier suddenly dropped in from above, making him so angry that he vomited blood.

Sun Zhuowen had already inquired about Han Qingsong's situation and had a general understanding of it.

He placed the verdict on the table for Han Qingsong to sign, while Huang Weizhong made tea and served it to him.

Han Qingsong took a look at it and found it written in a very flowery and roundabout way, and it was obviously the work of a scholar.

He frowned slightly and said calmly, "Too roundabout, be simple and direct."

Sun Zhuowen looked at him with increasing contempt, thinking that Han Qingsong had never been to school, was uneducated, and could not read many words, unlike the former director, who was a cultured person and paid attention to the choice of words and sentence structure.

Han Qingsong took another look at the tea and asked, "Is this a benefit from the Public Security Bureau?"

At that time, tea was a high-end product that ordinary members could not afford to drink. If junior cadres wanted to drink it, they would just buy some tea foam.

This tea looks pretty good.

Sun Zhuowen did not hide his arrogance, "Director Han, this is the director's welfare, it's a custom."

What a bumpkin! I guess he has never tasted tea in his life.

Han Qingsong frowned, "No thanks."

A department that is irrelevant and may be removed at any time has caused so much chaos. No wonder people say that the grassroots cadres are very corrupt. Therefore, the rural areas have to launch the Four Cleanups Movement to check the accounts and let the members report the corruption, extortion, and other behaviors of the commune and brigade cadres when they go to the countryside.

Huang Weizhong, however, felt that this uneducated director was not easy to fool, so he signaled Sun Zhuowen to be more restrained.

Sun Zhuowen was not afraid, because he had someone above him. Besides, the directors came and went, but their subordinates were always there. The Public Security Bureau and the militia company were the ones who had the final say.

Director, haha, it's just a decoration, you can just jerk it off whenever you want.

Han Qingsong asked about the customary punishment for such thieves.

Sun Zhuowen said: "Criticize and parade through the streets, sentence to several years, and send to a labor camp."

Han Qingsong saw that Zhao Jianshe's name was not on it, but only three names. He pointed and asked, "What's going on?"

Sun Zhuowen immediately looked like he was pretending to be so high and mighty. If Zhao Jianshe wasn't listed, then Han Qinghua wasn't listed either. He said meaningfully, "Director Han, the county... you know."

Han Qingsong glanced at him and raised his eyebrows: "What? I don't understand."

Sun Zhuowen felt a little embarrassed, and secretly cursed, "How could a country bumpkin like you be so stubborn? What are you pretending to be? Are you trying to intimidate me?"

Huang Weizhong immediately said, "Director Han, the county has sent a greeting."

Han Qingsong: "Is it clear that Zhao Jianshe is innocent and released?"

Huang Weizhong laughed and said, "That's not the case. If he was caught by the Han Bureau himself, he can't be innocent."

However, Sun Zhuowen couldn't get used to Han Qingsong's rustic look. He really didn't look like a prince even in a dragon robe. What good would it do you to lock up Zhao Jianshe? You've been beaten and you're hungry.

Han Qingsong said: "He is the mastermind. According to the regulations, he will be sentenced to at least five years."

If it was during the more chaotic times before, it would have been him for ten years.

Sun Zhuowen's face changed, and he couldn't help but sneer: "Director Han, there's no need to hold on to it. Han Qinghua..."

"Han Qinghua privately read reactionary books. The books came from Zhao Jianshe. Zhao Jianshe led people to steal in the middle of the night. The news came from Han Qinghua. These two people..."

Sun Zhuowen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. If you sentenced Zhao Jianshe but not your brother, you'd better talk about it. If you sentenced your own brother, it would be too cruel!

At that time, there was no concept of the rule of law. The Revolutionary Committee had the final say. As for bad elements in the commune, as long as they were not on the list of those to be shot, there was no need to apply to the county. The commune could punish them on its own. Even in the past few years, many people were beaten to death without having to apply to the county. Their deaths were in vain, and there was no explanation.

The county sent Han Qinghua back just to give Han Qingsong face.

At this moment, the director of the commune's revolutionary committee said he didn't care and let the public security bureau handle it themselves, so naturally Han Qingsong had the final say.

Han Qingsong remained calm, "It's been five years. Sent to Shanshui Farm."

Shanshui Farm is located in the most remote mountain ravine of the commune and is guarded by soldiers, making it difficult to escape.

In addition to daily farming, prisoners held there were also assigned to repair canals and roads, and of course they were also required to attend meetings for criticism and receive education. Because they were guarded by regular military units, they were not prone to violent and violent behavior as easily as in rural brigades, and their lives were guaranteed.

That place is for labor reform, and those who are lazy and cunning are most suitable to go there.

This kind of labor reform farm is very different from previous prisons because many of the inmates there are so-called political prisoners and intellectuals. Ordinary people do not discriminate against them. In local labor reform, they just participate in labor, study, and education, and they can also study and get married.

Hearing Han Qingsong say this, Sun Zhuowen widened his eyes and looked at Han Qingsong as if he were a lunatic.

My own brother!

Others who have committed crimes would take the initiative to beg for mercy, but he is so different that he would take the initiative to send his own brother to labor reform.

Is this a mental illness?

Did he become stupid from being a soldier?

He really has no idea about the ways of the world. It's unfortunate for him to have such a director as his own!

But he was also secretly happy. You are asking for trouble. You don't give face to the county. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If people bully you in the future, you have to bear it yourself and don't implicate us.

Han Qingsong looked up at them and asked, "What's wrong?"

Huang Weizhong quickly said, "Director Han is right. According to the regulations, this is the sentence."

The other shortest ones served for three years, while Liu Chunhe and the thin guy served for four years each.

Han Qingsong raised his eyebrows and pointed at Liu Chunhe, "This is even more despicable, just like Zhao Jianshe."

Letting a wolf into the house is supposed to be a more serious crime.

Huang Weizhong quickly agreed and took the document back to revise it, but Sun Zhuowen's mouth corners were about to turn up to his ears.

They were in the same office, and when Huang Weizhong returned to his seat, he exchanged glances with Sun Zhuowen, telling him not to be impulsive.

After a while, the two men brought the documents to Han Qingsong for signature.

Han Qingsong signed, "When will the tickets from our office be issued?"

Huang Weizhong said, "Director Han, this is issued by Minister Zhao of the Revolutionary Committee's Logistics Department. Usually, grain coupons, meat coupons, and non-staple food coupons for the next month are issued at the end of the month. Cloth coupons and cotton coupons are issued at the end of the year. In addition, there are some temporary coupons that are issued at irregular times."

So there are only two days left.

Han Qingsong nodded. "If we want to buy bricks, tiles, and wood, who should we ask for approval?"

Huang Weizhong saw that Sun Zhuowen looked unhappy, and hurriedly said, "You can find the director of the Revolutionary Committee or the director of the supply and marketing cooperative. Of course, it would be more convenient if you know the director of the brick kiln factory."

Sun Zhuowen couldn't help but sneer, "Hey, once the Han Bureau is demobilized, they have to build a house. The demobilization fee is quite high."

Who doesn't know that rural soldiers are not popular and their retirement allowances are pitifully low? Why are you building a brick and tile house? What are you trying to show off? You are really good at pretending!

Han Qingsong said: "It's not high, so we just built three brick and tile houses."

Of course, one thousand yuan is enough to build more than three rooms. If you calculate carefully at this time, it is enough to build a small courtyard house.

When Sun Zhuowen heard this, he could not help but feel jealous. They all lived in the dormitory of the commune, which had only one and a half or two rooms, and the whole family was squeezed in. It was not comfortable, so those who lived near the commune returned home, and those who lived outside had no choice but to live in the dormitory.

Sun Zhuowen happened to be from Lin Commune. It was too far to go home, so he had to live here. Since his household registration was not local, he was not allowed to build a house, so he had to squeeze into the dormitory.

"The South Korean bureau is so generous, it's really enviable."

Han Qingsong stood up and packed his things. "Don't be jealous. If you were a soldier, you would be better than me."

After saying that, he walked to the supply and marketing cooperative with his bag.

Sun Zhuowen was so angry that he slammed the table. "What the hell is this? Look at how proud he is. He doesn't take us seriously at all. A peasant from the countryside really thinks he is the director!"

Huang Weizhong advised him to be more restrained and not to confront the new director head-on, "Besides, he is also a retired company commander."

He guessed that Han Qingsong should have received a retirement allowance, and it was just the right time to build a house. If he didn't build it, he would have no money left in a few years. And if he built it in a few years, people would inevitably gossip about him, thinking that the director of the Public Security Bureau built a house because he got some benefits.

Han Qingsong first went to find the director of the Revolutionary Committee, but as soon as he left, he went to the supply and marketing cooperative. Unfortunately, Director Qian had gone to the county supply and marketing cooperative.

Han Qingsong went to the slaughtering team first.

When he was leaving the house in the morning, Lin Lan stuffed five yuan into his pocket and told him to keep it, saying that a grown man should carry money. He took two yuan and returned the rest. He didn't have a meat ticket at the moment, so he wanted to buy some pork offal that didn't require a ticket.

Han Qingsong was still wearing his military uniform, with an upright and capable posture. The aura he exuded was not comparable to that of a militia officer like Sun Zhuowen. He attracted everyone's attention as soon as he entered.

The team leader observed Han Qingsong's expression and thought he looked unfamiliar, but seeing that he was wearing a military uniform, was tall and had a stern face, he guessed that he was the new police chief.

He immediately stepped forward to entertain them and heard Han Qingsong say that he wanted to buy some free tickets to go into the water.

He smiled and said, "Alas, you came at an unfortunate time. We killed a pig today, and the offal was taken away by the Revolutionary Committee canteen." Seeing that Han Qingsong looked calm and was about to leave without asking any more questions, he immediately said, "But it's a coincidence that there are still a few pounds of meat and a few pounds of bones left."

Han Qingsong: "It will take two days to issue the meat coupons. I will buy the meat today and record it in the account. I will come back to deliver the coupons in two days."

The team leader smiled and said, "Okay, just don't forget it."

Han Qingsong estimated that he should have half a pound of meat in a month, so he asked to cut half a pound and asked how much the bones were sold for.

Bones don’t require tickets and are not expensive, but they are basically all consumed internally, so they are not that easy to buy.

Moreover, bones have no meat or oil, and they require a lot of firewood to cook. Unless the production team is slaughtering pigs or buying meat in small quantities, most people don't like to buy it.

The team leader said, "If you buy meat, I'll give you a bone as well."

The price is naturally not expensive.

Han Qingsong paid the money and recorded the ticket for half a pound of meat.

When the team leader was cutting the meat, he picked out the fatty pork belly, tied it with a straw rope and handed it to Han Qingsong.

Han Qingsong looked around and asked, "Are there any newspapers?"

The team leader thought that he was afraid of having his eyes pierced by the meat, so he showed an understanding look and asked someone to bring a piece of oil paper, wrapped it up and gave it to Han Qingsong.

Han Qingsong thought that this was the only way to avoid getting covered in dust.

The team leader looked at Han Qingsong's departing back and muttered, "Can this rough fellow understand what I mean?"

Han Qingsong bought some meat and said it was sold out to disappoint the other party. Then he said there was still some meat and would sell it to him without a ticket. Most people would be grateful if they knew they had made a good sale.

I wonder if this new director, who looks serious and old-fashioned, can understand it?

Han Qingsong carried the meat back to the Public Security Bureau office in the Revolutionary Committee compound. He looked at the sky and thought about waiting until noon to call a restaurant and eat together, so there was no rush.

When Sun Zhuowen saw what he was carrying, he immediately smelled the strong smell of raw meat. He smiled with a fake smile, "Oh, Director Han, I'm so sorry that you even went out of your way to buy meat for us."

Han Qingsong didn't even look at him and said calmly, "You misunderstood. I bought this to improve my life."