The logistics director’s surname is Han, and his name is Han Jinsheng. He is an old man in his late 50s, hunchbacked and bald.
Meng Xiaoling was only 29 years old, and the two of them standing together looked like father and daughter.
Among the leadership team of the cadre school, only Han Jinsheng was appointed by the local government to take charge of the work of the cadre school. It was said that he had a strong background, but no one knew what kind of background it was.
But none of this matters.
Lin Wanjun would never go to such trouble to provoke Han Jinsheng. As the saying goes, evil will be punished by evil, and dog bites dog is the best solution.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the cadre school organized a joyful moon-viewing party. Everyone was given a hard mooncake filled with brown sugar mixed with flour.
In addition to mooncakes, each person can also receive a piece of watermelon.
Don’t throw away the watermelon rinds after eating them. Save them for cooking in the canteen tomorrow.
But even so, everyone was overjoyed.
This is the first festival that Lin Wanjun has spent in the book, and she still wants to create a sense of ceremony.
So while everyone else was eating flour-filled mooncakes in the playground, Lin Wanjun and the three members of the Song family sat on the ground in a secluded place and spent a precious Mid-Autumn Festival.
A plate of five-nut mooncakes with green and red silk, a plate of bright red peaches, and a bottle of osmanthus wine.
No one in the Song family asked where these things came from.
In these difficult and hard times, trust is a precious thing, and they gave Lin Wanjun 200% trust.
Li Yuetang even said that even if these supplies were stolen or robbed by Lin Wanjun, the Song family was willing to share life and death with Lin Wanjun.
Li Yuetang also said that if the truth ever came to light one day, she would let Song Mingcheng and Song Zhanjin take the blame first, and then she would take over. In short, she would definitely protect Lin Wanjun until the last moment.
The four people were holding rice bowls filled with fragrant osmanthus wine, and there was a bright moon in the sky. The atmosphere was particularly harmonious and warm.
Li Yuetang couldn't help sighing as she recalled the scene of celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival in the compound.
"Every Mid-Autumn Festival, I take my grandpa and grandma home. Crabs are a must-have, as they are at their plumpest and sweetest during this time of year."
"The old man likes crabs with wine, but he can't drink much. Whenever he gets drunk, he shouts the names of his fallen comrades and insists on going to the cemetery to pay his respects."
Hearing this, Lin Wanjun smiled.
"Going to the cemetery so late at night? How terrifying would that be?"
Song Zhanjin shook his head.
"Ordinary cemeteries might be scary, but the Martyrs' Cemetery is not scary at all. When we were little, we often went there to play. When we got tired, we would lie down under the martyrs' tombstones and sleep soundly."
Hearing this, Lin Wanjun couldn't help but recall the lively scene in the real world where people were playing, singing and dancing in front of the Heroes Monument.
Some people think this is a blasphemy to the martyrs, but more people think this is the best consolation for the martyrs.
Generation after generation of soldiers have sacrificed their lives and shed their blood on the battlefield, isn't it all for the arrival of a peaceful and prosperous era?
Didn't they sacrifice their blood and lives so that their descendants could live a carefree life?
This prosperous era is just as they wished!
Song Mingcheng kept drinking, and soon the wine in the rice jar was gone.
He smacked his lips and looked up at Lin Wanjun.
"Junjun, it's Dad who has brought trouble upon you. You married into the Song family, and you barely had a good life. Now you're coming here with us to suffer. Even your first holiday is so shabby."
Lin Wanjun shook her head.
"I don't feel it's hard! Being together as a family is more joyful than anything else."
In order to avoid being discovered, everyone finished eating mooncakes and peaches, quickly cleaned up the battlefield and returned to the playground.
Han Jinsheng, the logistics director, was sitting with Wei Yifu discussing the housing allocation issue.
"Principal Wei, I've looked over the list. Most of it is fine, except for the Song family..."
After hesitating for a moment, Han Jinsheng said, "Yes, I know our superiors sent a letter asking us to solve the Song family's housing problem, but they came too late after all!"
"Here's what I think. The Song family should take it easy for now and wait until after the New Year... Ouch, who bumped into me!"
Before he could finish his words, someone bumped into Han Jinsheng from behind, and before he could react, the person ran away.
Han Jinsheng looked displeased and was about to chase after him when he saw a note in his arms.
He opened it casually and looked at the words on it under the kerosene lamp, and his face changed immediately.
Wei Yifu was still thinking about something with his head down, and said, "Old Han, the Song family's house must be divided. Song Mingcheng's military achievements belong to him... Hey, Old Han, where are you going!"
Han Jinsheng threw the note away angrily, picked up the knife used to cut watermelon on the table and rushed out cursing.
Wei Yifu, with a puzzled look on his face, picked up the note and took a look at it, then exclaimed, "Oh no!"
He stood up and just saw Song Zhanjin passing by him.
So he called on Song Zhanjin and a dozen other strong young men to follow him quickly.
"Hurry, hurry up and catch up with Director Han, otherwise something bad will happen!"
Song Zhanjin kept shouting "hurry up, hurry up", but he was actually deliberately slowing down to give Han Jinsheng the opportunity to "catch him cheating".
Han Jinsheng ran straight to the clinic and kicked open the closed door.
On the bed, Wei Yajun and Meng Xiaoling were at a critical moment.
The sound of kicking the door scared Meng Xiaoling so much that she screamed. She subconsciously wanted to pull the quilt to wrap herself, but Wei Yajun was one step faster than her.
Wei Yajun wrapped himself tightly, with his buttocks exposed and his face buried in the quilt. No matter how Meng Xiaoling pulled, he refused to give her a corner of the quilt.
Meng Xiaoling could only curl up under the bed and pick up a pair of men's trousers to barely cover her private parts.
Han Jinsheng was so angry that his eyes turned red when he saw his beloved wife hanging out with a strange man.
"Bitch! How dare you cheat on me! I'll chop you to death!"
Han Jinsheng rushed forward with a knife in hand. Song Zhanjin and others swarmed to the door, shouting "Director Han, don't be impulsive", but they fell to the ground due to the crowd.
Han Jinsheng's knife had already fallen, and when it was about to hit Meng Xiaoling's neck, it changed direction and hit Wei Yajun's buttocks.
Wei Yajun screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and blood sprayed all over Meng Xiaoling's face.
At this time, Song Zhanjin and others arrived late to stop Han Jinsheng and snatch the bloody knife from his hand.
"Director Han, don't be impulsive. If someone dies, it's all over... all over!"
Principal Wei Yifu rushed over panting, and when he saw Wei Yajun's bleeding butt, he knew he was doomed.
Han Jinsheng was still furious, and even though Song Zhanjin held his waist, he continued to curse.
"Bitch! Shameless bitch! You were the one who threw yourself at me in the first place. I spent 5,000 yuan on you as a betrothal gift and treated you like an ancestor, giving you everything you wanted. So how do you repay me?"
"You wouldn't let me touch you, saying you had gynecological problems. I sold my grain to treat your illness, and what happened? What are you doing with this pretty boy?"
…
Han Jinsheng has gone crazy and is talking about everything, even revealing all his secrets.
The people who were originally watching the excitement soon realized that something was wrong.
"What do you mean? Han Jinsheng, what kind of grain did you sell? Was it the relief grain allocated to the cadre school?"
"Well, we eat bran and gruel, and you sell our life-saving food to treat your wife's gynecological disease!"
"Kill him! Kill this reactionary!"
…
The crowd was excited and rushed into the clinic like crazy, surrounding Han Jinsheng.
Song Zhanjin yelled, "Don't be impulsive, don't be stupid, hitting someone is illegal, if you win you go to jail, if you lose you go to the hospital!"
But in fact, he was the one who hit the hardest, kicking Han Jinsheng one after another.
The farce finally came to an end when Wei Yajun fainted from excessive blood loss.
Although this bastard was wrong, his crime does not deserve the death penalty.
Wei Yifu dispersed the crowd, shouting, "Who knows how to treat illnesses? Come and help!"
At this moment, Lin Wanjun knew that this was a great opportunity to turn things around.
As long as she stepped forward to stop the bleeding and bandage Wei Yifu's wounds and heal them, she could leave the defecation team and enjoy a peaceful life in the clinic.
Song Zhanjin also pushed Lin Wanjun and asked her to stand out.
Lin Wanjun took a step forward, raised her hand, and shouted, "Principal, I know someone who can cure this disease!"
"Then what are you still standing there for? Call someone!"
Lin Wanjun just pushed Song Zhanjin.
"You have long legs and can run fast. Hurry and find Doctor Shi and ask him to come and save us!"
Song Zhanjin was silent for a few seconds, and finally turned around and left the clinic, running quickly towards Shi Kai's dormitory.
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