Wearing books and sweet pets: the richest couple in the 80s

Chapter 112 The Village Chief Has No Son

When He Wanqing saw that he was wearing tattered clothes, his whole body was filthy, his face was black and gray, he looked like a little beggar, his eyes immediately became moist.

"Da Jun, you have suffered, it's all because of the eldest sister, you shouldn't be allowed to come back."

Dajun took He Wanqing's hand, happily let the two of them into the house, and shook his head indifferently.

"Who says I've suffered? I've lived a happy life in the past half month. I don't need to look at people's faces. I just go to the stall to buy whatever I want. Sister, look at me, I'm fat."

He Wanqing took a closer look. Apart from being covered with dust, Da Jun's face was rounder than when he left Shuangshui Commune, so he felt relieved.

The house looks dilapidated from the outside, but it looks much better when you enter the yard. At least the house looks solid, and the doors and windows are complete.

The army led the two into the north room.

There was a bed board in the room, with a dirty and worn-out straw mat on top, and a lame stool beside the bed board, on which were several big, delicious meat buns.

He Wanqing sighed, "Da Jun, have you been sleeping here for the past half month?"

"Well, it's very comfortable here. I can sleep until the sun rises every day. When I wake up, I will use the money my elder sister gave me to buy food. I will go to bed when I am full. I have grown up so much, and this is the best time I have spent in half a month." comfortable."

Dajun was busy tidying up places for the two of them to sit.

Qin Dingkun glanced at the room and patted him on the back lightly.

"Okay, boy, where can I find such a good place?"

Dajun smiled.

"This is the former dormitory of the county textile factory. An earthquake occurred in Fujian Province eight years ago, and there were cracks in this area. The textile factory was afraid that it would be unsafe, so all the people who lived here moved out, leaving these empty houses. I also saw it three years ago when I came to the county with my second uncle's family."

Upon hearing this, He Wanqing said nervously: "So, this is a dilapidated house, no, Dajun, you can no longer live here, the elder sister will reserve a room at the county guest house, and you will live with the elder sister."

"Sister, the county guest house requires a letter of introduction, and I can't live in at all."

Dajun looked around at the house, "What's more, I like this place better than a guest house, where you are free and unfettered."

He Wanqing wanted to say more, but Qin Dingkun stopped her.

"I just checked. There is indeed a crack on the wall of the house, but it is not serious. Unless there is another earthquake, the house is still safe."

He Wanqing knew Dajun's stubbornness, and once she decided on something, no one would be able to persuade her. She thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, then Eldest Sister will live here with you these few days."

Qin Dingkun didn't wait for the army to speak, and rushed to say: "This place is really nice and cool, and I live here too."

He just went to the back room to see that there was still a big bed board in the room, but it had a few holes, dragged it to the main room, washed it with water, put on clothes, and could sleep at night.

With quick hands and feet, he quickly tidied up the two bed boards, and said to the army: "I will sleep with you on this big bed board at night, and your elder sister will sleep on the small bed board."

The army had no choice but to agree.

He Wanqing asked about the army after returning to Fujian Province.

"Since I came back from Shuangshui Commune, my grandma has been scolding all the time. On the day I came home, I deliberately provoked her and asked her to scold me severely and beat me a few times. Then I rushed out crying. I left the house, came here, and have been waiting for you to come, big sister."

He Wanqing understood in seconds.

"You want me to come to your house to find you, find out that you are not there, and then ask them for someone to make things worse, and then use this to force the secretary of the brigade to agree to remove your household registration."

Da Jun rubbed his head, "Elder Sister is smart, she can tell when she speaks."

Qin Dingkun patted him on the shoulder, looked at him appreciatively, and asked him about the situation of the Dongguan Brigade.

It turned out that the Dongguan Brigade was located in the south of Qingcang County, a village under the jurisdiction of Longquan Commune, and there were hundreds of families in the entire brigade.

There are two surnames in the village, one surnamed Lu and the other surnamed Jin. These two surnames have been at odds with each other for decades, and the two sides formed a group to fight against each other.

It's just that in the past ten years, the secretary of the brigade has fallen into the hands of people surnamed Lu, and people surnamed Jin have been suppressed all the time.

In addition, there are more than a dozen families with other surnames in the village, all of whom moved from other places. Because of the small number of people, they basically do not participate in the struggle between the two surnames, and they often make friends with whoever gains power.

Right now, the secretary of the Shuangshui Brigade is called Lu Zhenyun, and he and Lu Zhenlin are cousins ​​who have not been in the fifth service.

Qin Dingkun was thoughtful, "Then what kind of person is this Lu Zhenyun?"

The army thought about it.

"Actually, Uncle Zhenyun is a pretty good person. He has been a secretary in the brigade for eight or nine years, and everyone in the brigade praises him for his fairness."

Qin Dingkun sneered and said, "Do people surnamed Jin say that too?"

The army was taken aback.

"In fact, as long as a person with one surname is a secretary, the other surname will not accept it.

However, I once heard a child surnamed Jin say that although their parents were not too satisfied with Uncle Zhenyun, compared to the person surnamed Lu who was the secretary of the brigade in the past, he could still fight for some benefits for the person surnamed Jin. When it goes too far, he will also find a way to suppress it. "

Qin Dingkun: "What about his son?"

Dajun shook his head, "Uncle Zhenyun only has three daughters, but no son."

Qin Dingkun was taken aback, "Does he really have no son?"

"That's right. Everyone in the village knows that he has only three daughters and no son. A few years ago, his brother wanted to adopt a son for him, but he didn't want it."

Qin Dingkun and He Wanqing looked at each other, and they both felt that there was something wrong.

(End of this chapter)