After breakfast and getting ready to go to work, Lin Wanjun saw Song Zhanjin.
He had a bulging handkerchief in his arms, and when he saw Lin Wanjun coming, he hurried to greet her.
"Jun-jun, I..."
"roll!"
Lin Wanjun didn't give him a good look and turned to leave.
"You may be angry, but listen to me first. Take this!"
Song Zhanjin stuffed the thing into Lin Wanjun's hand. When she opened it, she saw that it was a steamed bun made of a mixture of cornmeal and bran. It was black and hard.
"I know you and mom only had porridge this morning. How is that enough?"
This is Song Zhanjin's breakfast. He has to do hard work for the whole morning, but he can only rely on this half-fist-sized steamed bun to sustain his energy.
If he doesn’t even eat half of this steamed bun, how can he hold on?
"Are you stupid?!"
Lin Wanjun stuffed the steamed bread back into Song Zhanjin's arms and said, "Do you think you're made of iron? You're giving up your food for me, are you planning to starve yourself to death?"
"I didn't give it to anyone else. You're my wife, so isn't it my duty to give it to you?"
Seeing that Lin Wanjun's tone softened, Song Zhanjin smiled flatteringly and took her hand.
"I was wrong! Junjun, I know I was wrong! Can you give me another chance?"
Lin Wanjun crossed her arms and snorted, but there was no anger in her eyes.
"Giving you a chance?"
She pointed at the steamed bun and said, "Finish this and I'll forgive you."
Upon hearing this, Song Zhanjin quit.
"No! It's okay for me to be hungry, but you can't be. I can go to the mountains and pick some wild fruits. If I'm lucky, I can even catch a rabbit!"
Lin Wanjun glared at him.
"You don't want to eat? Fine, then get out!"
Song Zhanjin was in a dilemma, neither knowing whether to eat nor not.
While he was struggling, his biological mother Li Yuetang came over and slapped Song Zhanjin on the head several times without saying a word.
"You've really gotten ahead of yourself, huh? You dare to yell at your wife? Come on, yell at me again in front of me and let me see how powerful you are!"
How could Song Zhanjin dare?
He covered his head and smiled apologetically.
"Mom, please stop hitting me. I'm already married. Can you please give me some face?"
Li Yuetang sneered.
"Want to save face? If you want to save face, then don't bully your wife. Apologize to Junjun now. If she doesn't forgive you, then kneel down!"
Song Zhanjin's eyes popped out.
"What? Kneel down and apologize? No, that's too..."
"Too what? Your dad can kneel down and admit his mistakes to me, so why can't you kneel down and admit your mistakes to Junjun? What, are you tougher than your dad?"
Song Mingcheng, who was watching the fun with a grin on his face, said: "..."
Not my wife, kneeling is a boudoir pleasure, why are you still...
Can you please give your man some face?
Seeing that it was almost over, Lin Wanjun cleared her throat and said, "Forget it, I'll forgive you this time. If you dare to yell at me again, you will..."
"I'll kneel down and admit my mistake to you, okay?"
Song Zhanjin said with a flattering smile.
Lin Wanjun turned her face away with a proud look on her face and couldn't help laughing.
"Okay, okay, time to go back to work. It's cold in the mountains, so bring some extra clothes to keep warm."
Lin Wanjun stuffed the wrapped coat into Song Zhanjin's arms.
He was about to say no, but Song Zhanjin felt something wrapped in his clothes and his eyes widened.
"How can one steamed bun be enough? There's braised beef in it. You and dad should find a place where no one is around to share it!"
Lin Wanjun threw herself into Song Zhanjin's arms, biting his ear and whispering.
"Where did you come from?"
Song Zhanjin took advantage of the situation and put his arm around Lin Wanjun's waist, whispering, "Such a precious thing, save it for you and mom. I'll just eat the steamed bread."
"Just eat what I'm told to eat. Stop talking nonsense. Can't even beef stop you from eating?"
Lin Wanjun said, "Don't ask me where these things come from. I will tell you when the time comes."
At this moment, Lin Wanjun deeply experienced the joy of being a domineering president.
I don’t want you to feel it, I want me to feel it, well, it feels great.
Fortunately, Song Zhanjin didn't ask too many questions. He just gave a few instructions and left.
Lin Wanjun hummed a song as she went to find her friends in the excrement-collecting class. Today's task was to clean the toilet.
The cadre school had dry toilets, with men's and women's toilets in the east, west, south and north. The manure removal team cleaned the toilets once a week and then delivered the manure to the fields.
"Xiaolin, don't come over here!"
Seeing Lin Wanjun coming from afar, Shi Kai said loudly. Even he felt disgusted and wanted to vomit, let alone Lin Wanjun, a delicate little girl.
"It's okay, I'm not that delicate."
Lin Wanjun smiled and shook her head, took out the cotton masks she had prepared in advance, and gave one to everyone.
"Hey, a mask, this is a good thing!"
Qin Sijun was overjoyed. He immediately took the mask and put it on, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's great! Now I don't have to hold my breath anymore, and I don't have to worry about flies getting into my nose and mouth."
Looking at Qin Sijun's back, Lin Wanjun felt a little uncomfortable.
This once powerful figure fell into a quagmire, but he did not give up on himself or blame others, but remained optimistic and positive.
It's really admirable.
Lin Wanjun insisted on working with everyone. Qin Sijun, the class monitor, thought about it and arranged an easy job for her.
After rolling the toilet, a layer of clean soil must be placed in the pit. What Lin Wanjun has to do is to place the soil.
While I was busy in the women's restroom, I suddenly heard an impatient voice behind me.
"Hey, you stinky shit, get out of here! I need to go to the toilet!"
Lin Wanjun was stunned for several seconds before realizing that she was the "stinky shitter".
She looked back and saw a plump, white, middle-aged woman entering the bathroom with her belt in her arms, looking at her with contempt and disgust.
At one point, Lin Wanjun really wanted to use the shovel in her hand to scoop something into the woman's mouth to block her mouth, which stunk worse than shit, but in the end she endured it again and again and turned around and walked out.
Outside, Qin Sijun and a few others just came out of the men's restroom and stood together under the tung tree to rest.
Not long after, the middle-aged woman came out of the toilet, covered her nose, looked at the people in the excrement team, and deliberately spat.
"Stinky shit, it stinks!"
Hiss, this woman must have gone to the toilet to eat buffet, why is her mouth full of feces?
Someone spat and said, "Meng Xiaoling, the wife of the logistics director, is the most domineering woman in the cadre school."
Looking at the woman's plump back, Lin Wanjun's eyes moved slightly.
It turns out that she is Meng Fugen's sister. In the original plot, she was the bad guy who sent Li Yuetang to the dung-pulling team to suffer and prevented the Song family from allocating family housing.
Okay, if you don’t beat the dog that comes to your door, you’ll be in trouble!
Qin Sijun reminded him, "Xiao Lin, you dealt with Meng Xiaoling's brother as soon as you arrived. You have completely offended her. Stay away from her from now on!"
Lin Wanjun said she knew, but she actually had a plan in mind.
How did the original plot explain Meng Xiaoling's ending?
Oh, yes, Meng Xiaoling was caught cheating on her husband. She and her lover were afraid that the matter would be exposed and cause trouble, so they teamed up to kill her husband, the director.
Later, his crime was exposed and he was sentenced to death. He was taken to the execution ground and publicly executed, which was a great relief to the people.
But this happened a year later, and now it involves the allocation of family housing next month. Lin Wanjun can't let this woman continue to cause harm.
What was the name of Meng Xiaoling’s lover in the original plot?
The 18th-tier male supporting role doesn't deserve a name, only that his surname is Wei. He was also sent to Liulin Farm for labor reform.
Lin Wanjun had experience in catching snakes, and she knew that the most vulnerable part was the snake's weakest point. Meng Xiaoling's weakest point was her lover named Wei.
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