Chapter 67

After leaving the Wei family, the villagers were still discussing and exclaiming, feeling that many people wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Accountant Jia Saner didn't go back to his own house but went to the brigade leader Zhao Chunlai's house and told him everything he saw today.

Zhao Chunlai's wife was washing his feet. Hearing Accountant Jia's words, Zhao Chunlai hurriedly wiped his feet, unable to believe it: "Bought so many things! Is writing novels so profitable now?"

Accountant Jia: "Can't be, I heard that most people who write novels are poor ghosts. Maybe Wei Pingan bought them."

Speaking of Wei Pingan, Zhao Chunlai felt uncomfortable. That was a primary school classmate whom Zhao Chunlai regarded as his lifelong enemy, but he hadn't even graduated from junior high, while the other guy had gotten into Peking University.

Later, he joined the army, but was just a common soldier, while Wei Pingan was several levels higher than him after graduating and entering the army!

Now he was just a village official, while Wei Pingan was said to be a powerful department-level cadre at Peking University.

The brigade leader was unhappy, but the Old Secretary was very happy now.

He didn't care about the quality of the wine; he was just afraid that such a good child as Wei Ming would go astray.

To put the elder at ease, Wei Ming took out a copy of "People's Daily" he bought at the station. On the front page was the article by Fan Rongkang defending "Duck First."

First of all, the signboard of "People's Daily" was already very hard; at least in this era, it was still very authoritative.

Secondly, Wei Ming introduced: "This author, Fan Rongkang, is the deputy editor-in-chief of 'People's Daily.' His article can basically be regarded as the attitude of 'People's Daily,' and the attitude of 'People's Daily' basically means the direction of the country. Therefore, reform and opening up are imperative. The country must invigorate the economy, and no one will pick on minor faults anymore."

Wei Ming didn't think Sister Chen Rong would interfere in politics. This should be the direction from above that catalyzed Fan Rongkang's article, although perhaps he didn't need to make a move personally in the first place.

Oh, he was indeed Liang Zuo's biological father. Fan Rongkang was a pen name, and his real name was Liang Da.

Zhou Xingbang sighed: "Going out for a trip is different. You've matured a lot and understand more. Compared to you, it's us who don't understand the policy thoroughly enough."

Wei Ming said modestly: "I just read a few more newspapers and listened to a few more classes. The ones who really understand the grassroots are old cadres like you."

After sending off the Old Secretary, Wei Ming could finally focus on eating. Although there wasn't a single meat dish, his mother's craftsmanship was nothing to say, especially this last dish of stir-fried eggs with pointed peppers. The simpler the dish, the more it could highlight the craftsmanship.

It was just that this mooncake was hard as a rock, and it was five-nut, with green and red silk of unknown composition inside, which was quite unappetizing.

But on the Mid-Autumn Festival, how could you not eat mooncakes?

Not long after the Old Secretary left, Uncle Qi also left, so Wei Ming took out the iron-boxed mooncakes sent by the Li family.

Unexpectedly, there were even fresh meat fillings in the mooncakes. Wei Ming opened another can of meat. Today, the Wei family had finally eaten meat.

Lao Lao Lao Wei tasted it happily while scolding: "I know you can make money now, but you can't be so extravagant. You still have to save money."

Wei Ming: "These things to eat and drink, except for the White Rabbit, none of them were bought by me. They were sent by others."

"Ah?" Three pairs of eyes looked over together.

Wei Jiefang pointed to the Maotai and medicinal wine: "This, this was also sent by others?"

Wei Ming: "Yes."

"Brother, why?"

Wei Ming took out a school newspaper and pointed to the article written by Uncle Pingan: "Because of this."

Three heads gathered to look, and Wei Ming added: "That medicinal wine was sent by a pharmaceutical factory in Shanghai, and the Maotai and those canned mooncakes were sent by the family of that little girl."

"Brother, you're too impressive, both civil and military!" Wei Hong looked the fastest, and her flattery was also the fastest.

Wei Ming responded with study materials: "That pile is for you. Famous schools in Haidian are using them. Work hard, Tsinghua and Peking University are waving at you."

High school students at this time wouldn't worry about having too many study materials, only happy. In this era, it was too difficult to find reliable study materials and test papers. These were scarce resources.

"I won't take the Tsinghua exam, I'll take the Peking University exam!" Wei Hong said, "Then I'll be with you and Uncle Pingan."

Wei Ming laughed: "Okay, if you get into Peking University, I'll ask my uncle to transfer me to the cafeteria. Then you come to my window to get food, and I guarantee my hand won't shake."

"Not only can't your hand shake, but you also have to give me a big spoonful!"

His parents also laughed along. Good days were waving at them!

After eating mooncakes and canned goods, his mother and Wei Hong started to help Wei Ming make the bed. Parents in one room, the siblings in another, and it was a kang.

Thinking that Xiao Hong was already a big girl and it was inconvenient, Xiao Wei suggested to Lao Lao Lao Wei: "Dad, the shed is burned down, why don't we build a west room there."

"What for?"

"For me to live in."

"It's not like there's no room in the house, and doesn't building a house cost money?" "Money is not a problem," after everyone left, Wei Ming showed his final trump card. He slapped two stacks of banknotes into Lao Lao Lao Wei's hand, "Is this enough?"

Two stacks meant two hundred yuan. Before returning, he had specifically exchanged them for one-yuan bills, which looked thick and heavy.

Now, Lao Lao Lao Wei, his mother, and Xiao Hong were all stunned.

"Son, first a watch, then a recorder, how come there's so much money? Is your speed of making money too fast?"

Lao Lao Lao Wei was a bit panicked by the speed. At this time, the slogan of "letting some people get rich first" hadn't been shouted yet.

Wei Ming: "Actually, it's not that fast. I pre-collected the royalties for the next two novellas. One will be published in a few days, and one will be published next month."

After Wei Ming explained, Lao Lao Lao Wei was still shocked, shocked that his son could already pre-collect so much money. How much face must that take?

Simply a morning star of the literary world!

Xu Shufen said: "A small west room, where would it need so much? You take a stack back."

Wei Ming smiled: "Mom, I didn't empty myself out, I kept some for myself. You guys use the rest of the money after building the house to improve the family. The desk lamp and radio both need batteries. Don't sell eggs in the future, keep them for yourselves to eat. Xiao Hong also needs to nourish her body."

"Mom, can we raise a pig?" Wei Hong poked her head out and asked.

Wei Ming slapped his thigh: "This is a good idea. When it's raised, we won't sell it, keep it for ourselves to eat. Mom, don't you know how to smoke bacon? This time you can make more."

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At this moment, Wei Jiefang had already started swallowing his saliva: "Why don't we go buy one tomorrow?"

Wei Ming suggested: "Dad, why don't we go to the livestock market in the county town to buy one? I have to go into the city, I have things left at Old Man Yang's, and I'll return the bike by the way."

Because riding the motorcycle was too bumpy and there was too much luggage, Wei Ming had left the pickle jar at his house.

Wei Jiefang was very familiar with the markets all over the county. The market in Chengguan Town had more and more complete categories, and tomorrow happened to be the day the market opened.

"Okay, then let's go to the Chengguan market!"

"Brother, I'm going too!" Wei Hong said actively.

Perhaps because there were too many shocks brought today, Wei Hong couldn't sleep no matter what, so she pestered her big brother to tell her about his experiences in Yanjing and his business trip to Shanghai this month.

Wei Ming remembered that he hadn't taken out the photos he took in Shanghai, so he let her take a look.

The next day, the photos ended up in Wei Jiefang's hands. These photos had to be kept.

"Shufen, you're really not going?" After breakfast, Lao Lao Lao Wei asked his wife.

Xu Shufen: "I'll process this chicken, and you'll be able to eat stewed chicken with mushrooms when you come back. And there are so many things at home, how can I be at ease."

"Alright then." Afterward, he turned on the radio and placed it beside his wife, letting her listen to it to relieve boredom.

Lao Lao Lao Wei went to the brigade's livestock shed early in the morning to lead out a donkey, hitched it to a cart, and laid down a straw mat.

Wei Hong chose to ride her big brother's motorcycle.

Just out of the village, they saw a stubborn little boy carrying a bundle.

Wei Jiefang was happy: "Delong, what are you doing?"

Qi Kexiu's son, Qi Delong, said: "Uncle, my dad hit me last night. I can't stay in this house anymore!"

Wei Ming asked his nine-year-old cousin: "Why?"

Qi Delong said indignantly: "He said for no reason, just that he didn't like the look of me. Who did I provoke?"

Wei Jiefang laughed even more happily: "Get on the cart, Uncle will give you a ride."

Qi Delong looked at Wei Ming's motorcycle: "Brother Ming, can I get on your bike?"

Wei Ming patted the fuel tank: "Get on."

After Qi Delong got on the bike, the bundle happened to press against Wei Ming's chest.

Wei Ming asked: "What did you bring?"

Qi Delong: "My dad's clothes, all of them!"

(End of chapter)