Han Qingsong went out to find Minister Zhao.

Sun Zhuowen gritted his teeth in anger and said to Huang Weizhong: "What kind of food is this? I won't even eat it if they beg me to."

Huang Weizhong advised him not to be angry, "Han Ju is new here, just transferred from the military, and doesn't understand our customs."

Here, generally, new officials will treat their subordinates to a meal when they take office. Of course, the subordinates will also give them "small gifts" to build relationships, and everyone is happy.

Little did they know that Han Qingsong did not play by the rules, was silly in every way and was totally out of place.

Han Qingsong went to see Minister Zhao to ask whether his food relations had arrived.

Minister Zhao smiled and said, "You are here. You will be in our commune from now on." He then asked, "Will Han Ju eat in the cafeteria or go home from now on?"

Han Qingsong: "I usually eat at home in the morning and evening. If I don't have time for lunch, I'll go to the cafeteria." If something really happens, it will be busy enough.

Except for those families who all live in the compound and can eat three meals a day in the canteen, everyone else basically eats lunch here, and many people even go home for their three meals a day.

That way, you can take the food, oil, etc. out and take them home to cook, which can supplement the family’s food supply.

Minister Zhao saw that he spoke in a very serious manner, which was very different from the style of the grassroots cadres in the countryside who were always laughing and mingling with others. He could not figure out his character for the time being.

He said, "I know the Korean Bureau has no food coupons, so I sent them out two days in advance. If you want to go home to eat, you can go to the canteen to get a receipt and then go to the food administration office to get the food."

You can take as much as you want. Just communicate with the canteen leader.

Han Qingsong collected his own food coupons for this month and next month, and the rest would be distributed with everyone else in two days.

He first went to the canteen to get a bill and then went to the grain management office behind the commune to advance 30 kilograms of food rations, half of which was fine grain, and the other half was exchanged for more sorghum flour and corn flour according to the ratio of coarse and fine grains.

The monthly ration coupons for general office workers were 30 kilograms, 60% of which were fine flour and 40% were coarse grain.

But it's a bit messy here.

The native commune personnel eat one pound of steamed bread and steamed buns directly. This is a rule passed down during the difficult period and has not been changed to this day. The local grassroots cadres are very dissatisfied because there is not enough food and they have to find another way.

The food that comes from the county or outside is a pound of processed grain that you can make by yourself.

Han Qingsong is different from others. He eats 44 kilograms of fine grains.

The advantage of this is that if you want to eat coarse grains, you can use your grain coupons to exchange them. One kilogram of fine grains can be exchanged for three to five kilograms of coarse grains of different types. If you exchange it for sweet potatoes, you may even get seven or eight kilograms.

However, when they were hungry, many people would use their fine grain coupons to exchange for coarse grain. After all, coarse grain was plentiful and could fill the stomachs of many people when they returned home.

He exchanged fifteen catties of fine grain coupons for less than fifty catties of corn flour and sorghum flour, and he also exchanged another catty of grain coupons for three ounces of oil.

The employee at the grain management office also took the initiative to tell him about all the benefits of the grain management office, which included being able to buy kerosene with money without a ticket, up to five kilograms in a small bucket.

Large organizations like the grain administration office all have kerosene in stock, and they have a certain quota of several large barrels per month.

It was not enough even when the economy was tight in the past, but now the economic conditions are much better than in the early 1960s, so the grain management office is very well-off. Not only can it provide benefits to its own employees, but the director can also sell the extra grain.

This is not a violation of the rules; it is their benefit.

Of course, not everyone can buy it. Basically, you need to have status or connections to buy it.

The country members had to get kerosene coupons from the brigade, which was only 300 to 500 kilograms a month. In difficult times, they could only get 5 kilograms a year, which was very tight.

In the city, people get one and a half kilograms of rice per month, and cadres and the like naturally get more, but some state-owned units provide welfare benefits, which are much better than the treatment of the employees.

This is the difference between urban and rural areas and between members of collective and state-owned units. That is why the common people envy those who eat public food and try their best to move to the city.

Han Qingsong exchanged food and carried kerosene back to the compound. It was almost noon, and he started to eat lunch.

The canteen is also simple, with steamed buns, noodles, and cakes. The dishes are big pots, basically local seasonal vegetables. Naturally, they contain more oil than other members, and there is even meat scraps in them.

Staple food requires food stamps and extra money, but vegetables only require money.

The canteen sometimes cooks meat dishes, and you don’t need meat coupons, but it costs a lot, and it’s at least half as expensive as buying it with meat coupons.

You can also order your own stir-fry, which is more expensive.

Han Qingsong did not eat the food he had prepared. He carried the food on his shoulder, put the meat in his bag, and carried the kerosene barrel home.

Han Qingsong came back at noon. Lin Lan was very surprised. She didn't expect that he brought back food and kerosene!

"Have you eaten yet?"

Han Qingsong handed her the lunch box and shoulder bag, "You haven't eaten yet."

Lin Lan took a look and found that there was meat in the bag, and her eyes lit up immediately.

Great! It's been days since I've had meat. She was afraid that the children would shout with joy when they heard the meat, which would make others jealous, so she didn't tell them. She just wanted to process the meat right after dinner. There was no refrigerator, and she was afraid that the meat would go bad, so she basically cut it into pieces and stir-fried it to get the oil out. As long as she didn't add salt and water, the rest would not go bad if she ate it slowly.

Seeing her smiling face, Han Qingsong felt that the meat was a good deal, and he also thanked the head of the slaughtering team.

Seeing him come back, the children who had been fighting for the radio without paying attention to their meals immediately acted as if nothing had happened and hurried to eat after hearing his call.

Lin Lan put the food Han Qingsong brought back on the table and said, "Let's see if the food in the cafeteria tastes better than ours."

Sanwang was surprised and said, "There are meat scraps and oil in the cafeteria!"

Lin Lan let the children eat the food that Han Qingsong brought back.

Han Qingsong put the food in the jar, washed his hands and came to eat.

Lin Lan stewed pumpkin pancakes and shrimp skin stewed eggs. It was autumn and the vegetables in the vegetable garden were becoming less and less. In a few days, we would only be able to eat pumpkin, radish, cabbage and the like.

Lin Lan said: "Ride your bike, don't walk."

Han Qingsong said: "It's not far, it's more convenient to walk."

The children rushed to finish their food and hurried to go to school, fearing that they would be caught and scolded by their father.

Lin Lan said: "Don't be so serious, you see the children are afraid of you."

Han Qingsong glanced at her and asked, "Am I serious?"

Lin Lan smiled playfully, "You are not serious, but I am serious."

Han Qingsong looked at her, his eyes fixed, and the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily, "The food coupons for the last few days of this month and next month have been collected, and the other coupons will be issued in two days."

Lin Lan said happily: "It's great that you're home. We can all enjoy happiness with you."

Thinking of the letter of accusation, she felt a little guilty, fearing that Han Qingsong would be hurt. Naturally, she wanted to thank him for coming back, let him feel the sense of accomplishment of being needed, and also let him feel her and the children's dependence on him and gratitude.

Hearing her say this, Han Qingsong felt a little unimpressed. Country people speak in a vulgar way and rarely express their emotions in this way, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

But he felt very happy about it.

He also told her about the punishment of Zhao Jianshe and the other five. Lin Lan was happy, but she said, "Is our fourth son also sentenced so severely? I'm afraid the old lady won't be able to accept it."

Han Qingsong said: "Going to the farm is not a bad thing. If someone is watching you, you can behave yourself and avoid getting into big trouble in the future."

Lin Lan said nothing more.

After dinner he still walked to work. When he arrived at the commune, Huang Weizhong said that the trial notice had been distributed in the afternoon and the verdict would be announced tomorrow morning, after which the person could be escorted to the labor camp.

Han Qingsong said: "The verdict will be handed over to the Revolutionary Committee tomorrow."

The Revolutionary Committee pronounced the verdict and the Public Security Bureau escorted him with the militia.

Sun Zhuowen believed that Han Qingsong wanted to shirk responsibility and make people think that it was the Revolutionary Committee who made the decision. He could not help but say, "Director Han, there is nothing wrong with the Revolutionary Committee's decision, but the signature of the judgment is ours, and we cannot shirk it."

Han Qingsong turned his head and looked at him. "Did you get away with it? Did you make a wrong judgment?"

Sun Zhuowen didn't expect Han Qingsong to be so direct and not tactful at all, which made her feel embarrassed and unable to save face.

Huang Weizhong immediately said, "No, no, Han made a good decision."

At this time, a loud voice rang out from outside, "Director Han, Luo Haicheng is here to report!"

Huang Weizhong immediately said, "Director Han, this is Luo Haicheng, Captain Luo, the commander of our commune militia company and the captain of the Public Security Bureau."

Luo Haicheng strode in, "Director Han!"

Han Qingsong stood up and shook hands with him, "Comrade Luo Haicheng, hello."

Sun Zhuowen felt a little jealous when he was watching from the side. When he was the director of the activity some time ago, this Luo Haicheng went against him and made fun of him.

Han Qingsong chatted with Luo Haicheng for a few words to learn about the public security situation in the commune area and found out that there were no problems, mainly with the training of the militia.

Luo Haicheng handed the training plan to Han Qingsong for review, "Director Han, please give me your guidance."

Han Qingsong took a look and said, "Not bad, we can do it this way. The militia training of the production teams of each brigade should be flexible. They should train during the farming off-season and work during the busy farming season. Pay attention to the patrols of each brigade to check on the crops."

"yes!"

"After the verdict is announced tomorrow, please ask Captain Luo to take people to escort them to the farm." Han Qingsong said.

Luo Haicheng smiled and said, "Director Han ordered it, that's for sure."

Sun Zhuowen wants to kick Luo Haicheng away, so why do you need to be so attentive to him? What are you pretending to be?

In the afternoon, Han Qingsong familiarized himself with the environment and then went to the temporary detention center of the Public Security Bureau.

The so-called detention center was nothing more than a small yard in the corner. At that time, the prisoners did not need to be tied up. They were directly locked up inside and sent to the labor camp after the verdict.

Han Qinghua was sent back to the commune two days ago and is now being held together with Zhao Jianshe and three others.

When they first met, Zhao Jianshe was furious and, together with a few thin guys, beat Han Qinghua up.

If Han Qinghua hadn't told him about the 1,500 yuan, how could he have had such an evil idea to lead people to steal the money and end up being caught by Han Qingsong?

He even suspected that Han Qinghua did it on purpose, but Han Qinghua said that he was innocent and that he was just providing information, so how could he be blamed?

He didn't know when the third brother would come back.

Han Qingsong stood outside the wall, looking at the people in the yard.

Zhao Jianshe was still their little leader. He looked at Han Qinghua unkindly and always wanted to stir up trouble so that he could find an excuse to beat Han Qinghua again.

When Han Qinghua saw Zhao Jianshe walking towards him, he immediately shouted, "Help! Help! He's going to hit me again!"

The militiaman in charge of guarding the place shouted, "Zhao Jianshe, be quiet."

Zhao Jianshe held a piece of grass in his mouth, and said in a ruffian tone, "How could that be? I'm very honest. He's the new director's younger brother. How could I dare to lift a finger against him?"

Then he spat at Han Qinghua and said contemptuously: "Your brother is the director, why don't you beg him to let you go."

There were threats in his words, telling Han Qinghua to think carefully and beg for mercy, or even better, to let himself go as well.

In fact, as long as Han Qingsong released his brother, Zhao Jianshe would have a way to follow him out. It is impossible for him to release only his brother and detain others. If that were the case, he could write a letter to report it.

So as long as Han Qingsong releases his brother, he can be free.

Han Qinghua felt extremely aggrieved and hated Lin Lan and Da Wang in his heart. Naturally, he also hated and was angry with Han Qingsong.

If he could go home, he would definitely take revenge!

If it weren't for Lin Lan, he wouldn't have been arrested, wouldn't have been beaten by Zhao Jianshe, wouldn't have been locked up here, and wouldn't have been sent to a labor camp!

"He would only sacrifice his own relatives for the sake of justice. How could he let me go?" Han Qinghua said angrily.

At this time, the guarding militia came and took Han Qinghua away.

Zhao Jianshe said in a weird tone: "Yo, you're letting him go."

Han Qinghua was delighted and followed immediately.

Soon, he was led to the interrogation room. He saw Han Qingsong standing there. He immediately raised his head and chest and said stubbornly, "Why, are you letting me go home now?"

Humph, I knew you didn’t dare to lock me up. I’ll nag you to death.

Han Qingsong stood at the window with his arms folded. He turned his head to look at him and motioned for him to "Sit down."

Han Qinghua stiffened his neck and said angrily: "It's too late to tell you!"

You didn't take me home as soon as you came back, and now you can't stand the pressure from me and come to let me go again? I'm not going back yet?

He said proudly, "I tell you, if you don't give me back my 1,500 yuan and the IOU for 1,000 yuan, I won't go back."

Han Qingsong looked at him in surprise, "Did you misunderstand something?"

Han Qinghua's heart skipped a beat. "What's the matter? You still dare not let me go home?"

Han Qingsong: "You don't seem to repent at all."

Han Qinghua: "What should I change? I just read a book, so what? Ask who in the school doesn't read? What's the point of learning to read in school? You're not allowed to go to university, and you're not assigned a job, so what's left is just reading a book? If you're not allowed to read a book, what's the point of going to school?"

Han Qingsong raised his eyebrows, let go of his arm, and stared at him coldly, "You led outsiders to steal, don't you have any regrets at all?"

"Regret?" Han Qinghua raised his chin, "What should I regret? What did I do wrong? Your wife stole my money and forced me to write an IOU, why didn't you tell her? She had 1,500 yuan, who in the village didn't know? How come I was the one who told her? Even if I told her, so what? Have you forgotten that brothers are like limbs and women are like clothes? We are a family, and that woman is just an outsider. You should divorce her, otherwise sooner or later your mother will be angry with her..."

With a "bang" of a punch, Han Qinghua fell to the ground and looked at Han Qingsong in disbelief, "You, you hit me? You are no longer my third brother!"

Han Qingsong loosened his clenched fist and gently turned his wrist. "This is called a warning. You should go to the farm and reflect on your behavior."

He only used 10% of his strength, how can that be considered a fight?

Han Qingsong turned and left.

Han Qinghua was so frightened that his face turned pale. He could not help but stand up and crawl towards Han Qingsong, "Third brother, third brother, please don't ignore me, third brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, please let me go home quickly, I don't want to work in the labor camp!"

Han Qingsong ignored him and walked away.

When passing by the yard, Zhao Jianshe came up and said with a smile: "Director Han, you little bastard, I have no idea what's going on. Please calm down, Director Han."

As he said this, he raised his hand and slapped both of himself.

Han Qingsong didn't look at him and continued walking out.

Zhao Jianshe was so anxious that he followed him, "Director Han, please don't bother with a little bastard like me. I'm still young and haven't grown up yet. I'm always such a bastard. My uncle..."

Han Qingsong said coldly: "I don't care if he is your uncle or your grandfather, if he commits a crime, he must undergo labor reform."

He walked away without looking back.

Seeing that he had left so ruthlessly, Zhao Jianshe heard Han Qinghua's heart-wrenching cries from the room behind him, so he shouted sarcastically, "Han Qingsong, don't refuse a toast and then drink a penalty drink!"

He was also conditioned by his family since he was young. If he got into trouble outside and someone came to their house and said that Jianshe had beaten their child, they would say, "Our Jianshe is a good kid, sensible, and never hits anyone." This went on for a while, and Zhao Jianshe became more and more eccentric. In addition, his uncle was on the factory's revolutionary committee, so everyone had to curry favor with him. His uncle had no sons and loved him the most, so he became more and more eccentric.

In the county, even the children of the leaders of the Revolutionary Committee were not as impressive as him. When he went out and walked around, people thought he was the son of the chairman of the Revolutionary Committee.

As a result, no one expected that Han Qingsong would not give face at all. He was not afraid of offending people, and he did not care about human feelings. He was simply so annoying.

…

In the Public Security Bureau Office of the County Revolutionary Committee, Deputy Director Li was about to leave when Uncle Zhao Jianshe came with two bottles of wine and asked, "Director, are you leaving?"

When Zhao Jianshe was deceiving Han Qinghua, he naturally would not tell others too many of his family's connections. He basically said that his uncle knew people in the Armed Forces Department and the Military Service Department. In fact, his second uncle had a close relationship with the County Revolutionary Committee and could basically have a say in everything.

Deputy Director Li and Uncle Zhao were classmates in elementary school. They were childhood friends and had always had a good relationship. During the literary and physical struggles a few years ago, both of them were active elements. Li joined the Public Security Bureau and became deputy director, while Zhao joined the factory revolutionary committee and was considered a powerful faction.

He smiled and nodded at Uncle Zhao, "Why are you giving me this? It's nothing. The old man is not feeling well. Take him to the hospital for a checkup. You are just a weasel wishing a happy New Year to a chicken, haha."

The two of them joked around a bit, and Uncle Zhao sighed, "Brother, we still have to rely on you for construction."

Deputy Director Li knew it was Zhao Jianshe's fault, and it was he who helped send Han Qinghua back to the commune.

Before, Zhao Ancong thought that he didn't need to rely on many connections, so he could just say hello to the commune. He also had a say with Sun Zhuowen, so he could offer some benefits and send the construction back to education.

It was originally a simple matter, but who knew that Han Qingsong disagreed and insisted on sentencing him to five years of construction.

Everyone in the family was suddenly anxious and wanted to snatch the child back immediately.

The eldest brother and his wife complained about him. They had wanted to use their connections to get the child out immediately. He was the one who said it was okay. Han Qingsong's brother was still in the county. There was no need to worry that he would not release him. At most, he would just go through the motions and give him a lesson.

He even thought about the rough and uncouth Han Qingsong, fearing that Han Qingsong, a straightforward soldier, was inflexible and would not dare to come to the county to plead for his brother. So he went to find Li Xuanjiu to see whether Han Qinghua should be sent back to the commune.

They discussed sending Han Qinghua back so that Han Qingsong would not have to go to the county to beg for mercy. They could just give his brother a good scolding and take him home.

If he doesn't sentence his own brother, then he certainly can't sentence Jianshe either.

Send Han Qinghua over and bring Zhao Jianshe back, and everyone is happy.

In fact, this is a very small matter. If you want to stay with someone else, you don't even need to say hello and just send them back and owe them a favor.

They also specifically reminded Sun Zhuowen that several of Zhao Jianshe's men were from the county and should be sent back to the county court and not dealt with in the commune.

Who knew... that there are such unreasonable people in this world, really...

Deputy Director Li did not go back to sit down, but continued to walk out, and Zhao Anzuo followed him with the wine.

Deputy Director Li said: "This Han Qingsong is not a simple person."

"What's so difficult about it, brother? You are the county director, and you can't defeat him? It's just a matter of words." Zhao Ancuo said.

Deputy Director Li turned his head and looked around. No one was there. He whispered, "Deputy, Han Qingsong is here too."

"Hey, how can he compare with you? His deputy is just a figurehead. Some people say that he is just there to make ends meet. This guy is obviously a greedy person. If you really want to help him, why not give him two hundred yuan?"

Deputy Director Li shook his head, "It's not that simple. That person also wants to pull him down."

Deputy Director Li did not tell the truth to Zhao Anzhao. Even if he disagreed to send Han Qinghua back to the commune, it would be useless. Another deputy director, Deputy Director Gao, wanted to save face for Han Qingsong, and even the old director wanted to save face for him.

After all, Han Qinghua just read a few books. If his classmates had not reported him vigorously, the Revolutionary Committee would have been too lazy to arrest him.

He and Mr. Gao have been fighting overtly and covertly for many years. The old director is about to retire in two years, so he naturally cannot make any mistakes.

The more local the level, the more intricate and intense the struggle.

Han Qingsong looked like a rough man, with little education and no knowledge of the ways of the world, but he had military merits and was highly regarded by several commanders in the army.

If his old leader had not been implicated and criticized, Han Qingsong would not have changed his career, and he would have even been promoted to a higher level.

If you don't mention anything else, just look at Director Qin of the County Revolutionary Committee's attitude towards him.

Director Qin was a man who knew how to judge people by their appearance. He was not particularly respectful to the old director, but he was very polite to Han Qingsong. He even took the initiative to ask about Han Qingsong's household registration and food and oil relations.

Even though he's a fool, he does have some connections.

Deputy Director Li naturally would not tell Zhao Ancong everything. In this era where struggles change rapidly and one day's success can be reversed, the only person he can trust is himself.

Zhao Anpo tried to ask, "How about I go and negotiate with Han myself?"

Deputy Director Li chuckled and patted Zhao Ancuo on the shoulder. "Don't you have a say with Minister Zhang? Han Qingsong is his direct subordinate."

Han Qingsong was not only the director of the commune's Public Security Bureau, he was also the head of the armed forces department. Although it was just a salary-earning idle position, he was indeed under the leadership of the county's armed forces department.

Minister Zhang is his direct leader.

"Brother, you still have a trick. I'll go ask you now."

"Go ahead. Minister Zhang happens to like to have a drink." Li Xuanjiu pointed to the two bottles of wine.

Zhao Ancong went there immediately. He felt that Minister Zhang was easier to talk to than Deputy Director Li. He was a simple and straightforward person. He was easy to talk to because of his connections or something. Deputy Director Li was an old fox, petty and mean.

However, Minister Zhang has a closer relationship with Deputy Director Gao, so it is not convenient for him to go to him directly, so he came to chat with this childhood friend.

Now that Deputy Director Li had brought it up on his own initiative, he had no scruples and left in a hurry.

The next day, as soon as Han Qingsong arrived at the commune, Director Jia of the Revolutionary Committee called him over.

Han Qingsong entered the office.

Director Jia motioned for him to sit down and personally poured a cup of boiled water for him. "Director Han~~"

Han Qingsong looked at him with a puzzled expression, not understanding why he was breathing heavily while speaking.

"Director Han, Han Qinghua is young, he just read a book, there are mistakes, but he is easy to teach. Ah..."

Han Qingsong: "Director, at this age, they are most likely to go astray, so a small punishment will lead to a big warning."

He can even use fancy words!

Director Jia was slightly embarrassed and laughed twice. This kid is such a big fool. He looks handsome and doesn't look stupid. How come he can't understand the hidden meaning?

How can we release Zhao Jianshe if we don’t let Han Qinghua go home?

Headache.

"Education, education, being locked up in the Revolutionary Committee to attend meetings and criticize every day, and having them sweep the compound is almost the same as sending them to the farm."

"Is there no one sweeping the ground in our compound?" Han Qingsong was a little surprised. "Then let's dispatch a few militiamen to take up duty."

Director Jia: “…”

Is this about sweeping the floor?

"Director Han, look, they are still very young, so they are still immature."

"Then send him to the farm and give him a good education." Han Qingsong's handsome face was serious, his lips were almost straight. Han Qinghua, who didn't know how to repent, should be educated properly. Anyway, it was almost the same as sending educated youth to the countryside.

Director Jia realized that if he didn't explain it to him directly, it would seem that he didn't understand, but if he told him directly, it would be really frustrating.

He suddenly had an idea and called Sun Zhuowen over.

Soon Sun Zhuowen came in, unable to hide the smugness on his face. What happened? He was right.

Director Jia gave him a look and let him speak.

Sun Zhuowen said to Han Qingsong: "Director Han, although Zhao Jianshe committed theft, he did not succeed and had no results. This is called attempted crime. The higher-ups think that our sentence is too heavy. Why not change it to a one-year education sentence?"

If it's a year, if you cut off the beginning and end and make some preparations, you don't actually have to go to the labor camp.

Han Qingsong said, "I just took office and don't understand the rules. So, let's look up the cases from the past ten years and judge them according to the customary practices. What do you think, Director?"

Director Jia laughed and said, "Well, the Public Security Bureau has the final say in handling cases. My Revolutionary Committee is in charge of administrative economics. Haha, you have the final say." At that time, the courts and procuratorates in the county were in a mess, and the commune was even worse. Most of them were in a state of confusion.

Sun Zhuowen's eyes widened. According to custom, Han Qingsong was not crazy. According to custom, Zhao Jianshe would be imprisoned for ten years, paraded through the streets with a sign hanging on his head, and... How could that be done according to custom?

Han Qingsong glanced at Sun Zhuowen and said, "It seems the director is busy. Deputy Director Sun will go to announce the verdict."

Then he said to Director Jia, "Should we hold a meeting to criticize this, so that others won't follow suit and ruin the public order in our commune?"

Director Jia said hurriedly: "Director Han, this is not necessary. You see, we don't have enough manpower. We will be busy with the autumn harvest in two days. The cadres are busy going to the countryside to guide the autumn harvest..."

When he said this, the staff in the office looked at each other in bewilderment and hurriedly went to give the "instructions" quietly.

Sun Zhuowen's resentful look took shape, almost poking holes in Han Qingsong.

Han Qingsong, however, was so thick-skinned that he remained indifferent. He said goodbye to Director Jia and returned to his office.

Huang Weizhong said hurriedly: "Minister Han, Minister Zhang from the County Armed Forces Department called."

The commune revolutionary committee had a telephone that was connected to the post office and the calls were transferred from the post office.

The telephone was in the confidential room of the Revolutionary Committee, not in the director's office. All calls had to be registered and strictly recorded.

Han Qingsong frowned. The commune didn't have a proper armed forces department. He was the only figurehead. The county armed forces department was not unaware of this and they even called him.

Needless to say, it was for this matter, otherwise who would think of him when they are full, unless they want to dismiss him and take away his salary.

He went to the confidential room, and the female operator helped him register and dial the number, and then gave the phone to Han Qingsong.

The phone rang as soon as it was connected. It seemed that the other party had been waiting.

Han Qingsong: “Hello.”

His voice was naturally deep and charming, and now that he was in a bad mood, it became even deeper.

The female radio operator who was peeking at him from the side was so frightened that she quickly lowered her eyes.

Minister Zhang was still chatting and arguing, trying to indirectly bring the topic to Zhao Jianshe, asking Han Qingsong to release the person quickly and not offend him.

"Han Qingsong, you have a bright future. Your future should not be limited to the commune. Your future is bright. You have to look far ahead, have great ambitions, and think about coming to the county. Your future..."

Han Qingsong frowned and muttered, "The phone is broken, I can't hear clearly."

As he said this, he handed the phone to the female operator and turned away.

The female radio operator was almost deafened by the passionate mobilization speech on the other side. She quickly shouted: "The phone is really broken. It's so noisy that I can't hear anything. We need to get someone to fix it quickly. Don't worry, Han Bureau. I'll get someone to fix it right away."

She put the phone on the table and yelled, "Xiaojie, Xiaojie, this broken phone is broken again--"

Minister Zhang on the other end of the phone: “…………”

Zhao An looked at Zhang Jinke expectantly: "Minister Zhang, how is it? He agreed."

Minister Zhang hung up the phone, his expression doubtful but undeterred.

"It won't work if you call, why don't you go there in person? It won't be friendly if you don't meet in person, but it will be different if you show up in person." Zhang Jinke said to Zhao Ancai.

Zhao Ancai said, "Minister Zhang, Jianshe should be brought back to the county. His brother was sent back to the commune, so why shouldn't Jianshe be sent back?"

It's really hard to say. There is no fixed rule. It all depends on local customs or how tough the local practices are.

Stealing is basically punished locally. If a foreigner is caught stealing in the local area, the local militia will deal with him. Very few people are sent back to other places.

Besides, this is not a fair thing to do. Let the county revolutionary committee and the public security bureau openly ask the commune for people?

I'm not that bold.

Otherwise, Zhao An wouldn't have to run around everywhere.

Zhao Ancai thought of his sister-in-law crying at home, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go and give him this face! No, it's Minister Zhang who has the more face."

After he left the Revolutionary Committee, he immediately went back to make preparations. His eldest brother wanted to go with him, and both of them took 300 yuan and some gifts.

They thought Sun Zhuowen would help them delay the trial, and even if the verdict was announced, they would have to wait until lunch before being escorted to the farm. However, when they hurried to Shanshui Commune, the proactive Luo Haicheng had already personally led people to escort the five of them to the labor camp without even having a meal.

The two brothers Zhao Anpin had no time to get angry, so they immediately split into two groups. The eldest brother went to chase, while Zhao Anpin went to look for Han Qingsong.

Han Qingsong was having lunch in the cafeteria. He saw that there was nothing oily today, just ordinary dishes, nothing special, so he decided not to send any food home.

He got his meal and used the ticket for two thin-wheat steamed buns to buy six mixed-wheat steamed buns. He sat there and ate them with radish and potato chips.

He ate quickly, cleaned his lunch box himself and took it back to the office.

No one else in the office was there, except for one person I didn't know.

He took a look and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Zhao Ancong immediately stood up and said with a smile, "You are late. You should have invited Director Han to dinner a few minutes earlier." But he was furious in his heart.

Han Qingsong poured himself a lunch box of boiled water and took two sips. He left his teacup at home for Lin Lan to use, and used the lunch box to eat and drink at work.

"Whoever invites me to dinner during working hours, I will ask him to take the blame." Han Qingsong said casually, but his face was very serious.

Zhao Ancuo was choked and said, "Director Han is really a joker."

Han Qingsong: "I'm not joking."

Zhao Ancai felt that his opponent was a fool, who was stubborn and gave Zhao no chance to make a move.

How did such an unsophisticated person become the director?

Why not just change his career and let his family repair the earth?

It's so pissing me off!

He couldn't help but secretly complain that Han Qingsong must have offended the army leader and was driven back. All his merits were wasted. If so many military merits were given to someone else, he would have gone to the division headquarters long ago.

Damn it, it would be better for him to get a promotion so that he won’t come back and cause trouble for them.

Zhao Ancong deeply understood the sadness of local officials who raised money to help Hai Rui with his connections to get him promoted. If possible, he would also be happy to promote Han Qingsong out!

"Director Han, let's be frank and speak frankly." Zhao Ancong took the risk.

Han Qingsong looked at him and said, "There is no need to discuss Zhao Jianshe's family. The verdict has been read out and they have been sent to the farm. There are no restrictions on visiting them there."

Zhao Ancu felt like he was going to spurt out blood at any moment.

"Director Han, let's not be so rigid. We should be flexible..."

Han Qingsong then looked at him seriously, "Are you Zhao Jianshe's uncle?"

Zhao Jianshe yelled at him yesterday that he had connections and told Han Qingsong to get lost.

Zhao Ancai smiled and nodded, sweat appearing on his forehead. He wondered whether he should just take the money directly.

He moved the two bottles of wine and two packs of tea at his feet forward, indicating that they were for Han Qingsong.

Han Qingsong's eyebrows did not move. "Take it back quickly, or I will arrest you as a typical bribe. No joke."

Zhao An smiled slyly, "The Han Bureau is just humorous. I know you don't think highly of these little things."

He took out another stack of coupons, including cloth coupons, cotton coupons, oil coupons, kerosene coupons, and so on. There were a lot of them added up.

Tickets cost money, and Zhao Ancai gave them an extra hundred yuan, which was a huge gift. No one could resist being tempted.

Han Qingsong looked at the colorful tickets, picked up one and took a look. It was for twenty kilograms of peanut oil.

Oh, what a big deal.

Zhao Ancai smiled, but in his heart he was full of contempt: You country bumpkin, let me show you what I can do! I can kill you with my money!

Dark clouds covered Han Qingsong's handsome face, and his imposing aura dissipated, making Zhao Anchi feel uncomfortable immediately.

However, Zhao Anpo believed that Han Qingsong must be a greedy person. If he didn't want it, it meant that he had a big appetite and was dissatisfied with the amount.

He had a good idea. He gave Han Qingsong as much money as he wanted and rescued his nephew home first. After giving him the money, he immediately reported to the county revolutionary committee and fired Han Qingsong, who was both unsympathetic and greedy!

"Director Han, as long as you say the word, I can give you as much as you want. We even have 200 kilograms of fine flour." Zhao Ancuo narrowed his eyes and looked very proud. "I heard that you wanted to build a house. How about I provide the bricks and tiles?"

Han Qingsong's eyebrows were furrowed like a Sichuan character, and he spoke word by word, "No wonder the members don't have enough food and oil to eat, and they don't have cloth to wear. It turns out that they are all here with you."

Zhao Anzuo was stunned. What was he talking about?

How did you get here?

He smiled and said, "Director Han is a wise man. In less than two years, you will have too much to eat. I will help you change the money then..."

"Okay, you don't have to go back. Let's go to the farm with Zhao Jianshe." Han Qingsong threw the receipts and money into a file bag, then grabbed Zhao Ancuo with his big hand and said, "Let's go."

Zhao Anchou was confused. He didn't understand what Han Qingsong meant. He could never have expected that there would be such a person. He was the one who gave him money, but he actually wanted to arrest him.

Is there any way to offend the God of Wealth in this way?

"Han, Han Qingsong, what do you mean?"

Han Qingsong frowned, "Are you stupid? Didn't I make it very clear?"

"You dare!" Zhao Ancuo realized that Han Qingsong was not joking but serious, and he suddenly became anxious.

Zhao Ancong has managed so many relationships, but he has never seen such a rude person. It is a disgrace to the cadres!

Han Qingsong grabbed him with his big hands like a pair of pliers, not giving him any face at all. At this time, Sun Zhuowen and Huang Weizhong invited Director Jia to come over.

Director Jia smiled and said, "It's a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding, Director Han, don't be impulsive."

He stepped forward, grabbed Han Qingsong's wrist, and tried hard to snatch Zhao Anpin down.

Once Han Qingsong's hand grabs something, it's like an eagle's claw that cannot be pried apart.

Director Jia was very embarrassed and smiled, "Director Han, please excuse me for a moment."

Han Qingsong said, "Director, I want to report Zhao Ancai. How much does he earn a month? How dare he bribe a commune cadre so generously?"

Han Qingsong shook out the contents of the file bag, covering the table with all sorts of colorful things.

Sun Zhuowen subconsciously touched his pocket, which also contained cloth coupons and grain coupons.

Director Jia was even more embarrassed.

Han Qingsong said righteously: "His behavior is a hundred times worse than Zhao Jianshe's. We should handle official business impartially..."

"Han Qingsong, please stop slandering me. What's wrong with me taking them out and counting them? You want them when you see them, and if I don't give them to you, you're slandering me!" Zhao Ancuong was already talking without thinking, "You have no right to arrest me. I'm under the jurisdiction of the county."

Sun Zhuowen cursed Zhao An for being a poor idiot in his heart, but he also smiled and said, "Director Han, we really don't have the power to arrest people."

He was so angry that he wanted to roll his eyes to the sky. Han Qingsong, how dare you think you are such a big boss?

The commune has a lousy director and his cadres are not even good.

He is not even as good as the director of a supply and marketing cooperative or a grain management office! At best, he is just like a public security director. What do you think of him? He is a new official who is always busy.

Zhao Ancong really spent a lot of money to treat Han Qingsong so generously. He hasn't given himself so many things in these years!

That’s really great! I must report this to Director Li!

Han Qingsong: "So you are not here to plead for Zhao Jianshe?"

Zhao Ancong felt as if he had been stabbed and was almost speechless.

Han Qingsong: "You came to my office to see me alone, not to plead for Zhao Jianshe, but just to... count your tickets?"

Crowd: …………

Zhao An was in a difficult position, with a nest of hornets in his head. He threw up his hands and shouted, "So what? I can count wherever I want! Who can control me? Who dares to arrest me?"

Han Qingsong said coldly: "It's you that I caught."