Siheyuan, don't yell at me

This year, the New Year atmosphere is particularly strong in the city.

At least the residents living near the Red Star Winery have felt it firsthand.

The smell of meat wafted through almost every household, and the sound of firecrackers never stopped.

God knows what He Daqing is thinking.

They actually distributed New Year’s goods to all the employees of the Red Star Winery.

Each worker received two bottles of soda, two kilograms of fruit candy, two kilograms of pork, and two kilograms of beef and mutton.

They also distributed ten kilograms of flour and even a hundred firecrackers for the New Year.

For this reason, the furious workers from nearby factories went to their own factory managers and demanded that the factories provide benefits.

There was even a factory manager who was hung up and beaten half to death by angry workers.

He Daqing didn't care about the grievances of other factory directors. He just needed to take care of the people around him.

Besides, are the things given to the workers enough?

It’s not much at all. All added up, it’s less than half a month’s salary for an ordinary worker.

In previous years, those factory managers still had excuses for not being able to get supplies.

This year, there are so many supplies on the market. It can only be said that the factory managers are only thinking about petty profits all day long and not thinking about the workers in the factory.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, He Daqing drove his car and took Qin Huairu and the baby back to her parents' home.

Old Qin, who became the village chief, felt very proud standing next to the car.

Whenever he meets someone, he would take out the Daqianmen cigarettes that he usually doesn't want to smoke and share them with them.

He Daqing was not stingy either. He threw handfuls of candy outside. Not only the children, but even the adults started scrambling for them.

Old Qin smiled happily and introduced to He Daqing the several new rooms he had built.

“Daqing, this is my newly built house.

How is it? Open and bright, right?

All the new furniture, new beds and new quilts.

These days are so beautiful.

Thanks to the urea you asked someone to bring over, it works great.

Sprinkle it on the ground, guess what?

The corn cobs in our field are bigger than each other.

Even after paying the public grain tax, our cooperative members still have enough food to eat, so we can eat as much as we want, haha!"

He Daqing also saw the corn cobs hanging on the beam of Lao Qin's house.

The size is indeed much larger than before, and each grain is very full.

Looking at Old Qin’s several tiled houses, they can be considered a well-off family in the countryside.

He Daqing took out a cigarette and handed one to Lao Qintou.

"Father-in-law, this is just the beginning, there are still good days to come.

From now on, if we mix farmyard manure and urea in the fields, there will be more grain in the fields.

At the beginning, I asked you to use it, but you kept pushing it away. How can I, He Daqing, harm you?

If you hadn't been conservative, you would have only used half of the land.

This year's situation will definitely be better.

Let’s go inside and talk. I brought a bottle of good wine. Let’s drink some together.

Uncle, you come too..."

The father-in-law and the eldest brother-in-law looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.

He Daqing is a drunkard. I still remember that last year when they were drinking, both father and son were beaten up by He Daqing.

As expected, He Daqing was drunk again.

I just wanted to take advantage of my drunkenness to beat up my father-in-law and my elder brother-in-law.

Qin Huairu held He Shengjun and stood in front of He Daqing.

He Daqing sobered up instantly. In fact, drunk people know everything and are just taking advantage of the situation.

No matter how crazy He Daqing was, he couldn't bear to hit his own son.

After giving two dry laughs, He Daqing simply fell to the ground and pretended to be asleep.

Including Qinjia Village, there are a total of more than 30 cooperatives that use urea from the Red Star Winery, and the rest are used by public farms.

He Daqing believes that when spring comes, the urea stockpiled by the Red Star Winery will definitely be sold out.

By that time, the food ration for ordinary people in the old city might have to be increased by several kilograms.

Once the potash fertilizer in Lop Nur starts producing, the entire China will be able to be self-sufficient in food.

Just don't mess around too much with those idiots in the Great Hall.

That terrible three-year famine may never come again.

It was just the sixth day of the Chinese New Year, and He Daqing was taking the kids to play with bottles and cans with small firecrackers when Director Wu came to their door again.

"Director He, I wish you a happy new year and good health!"

He Daqing handed the lighter to Sha Zhu, asked Sha Zhu to play with the children, and bowed to Director Wu.

"Director Wu, you are a senior, and you are giving me New Year's greetings. Isn't this embarrassing for a junior?

Come on, go inside and sit down, go inside and sit down."

The two of them entered the room and sat down. Director Wu took the tea made by Qin Huairu and looked at Liu Lan who was cleaning nearby.

"He Daqing, you kid!

Hey, you're on your own!

I am here on behalf of Minister Lin. The organization requires the Red Star Winery to resume production as soon as possible.

The old comrades from the Soviet Union finished drinking the Flame Vodka and started to make trouble.

At present, the Soviet Embassy has protested to us."

"Okay, I get it!

It's a rare opportunity for Director Wu to come here, so you should give him some face.

I will have someone inform the workers soon that the day after tomorrow, the eighth day of the first lunar month, is a good day.

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, production will resume."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he looked at Director Wu who seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Director Wu, your purpose of coming here is not just to resume production, right?

I see you have something else to say, so don't waste time, just say it."

"Well, then I'll tell you!

Do you remember the last time you caught that Japanese spy?

That’s the one who bought all the Da Li Pills in Sijiucheng, Kenjiro Okamoto, Wang Daqing from Qinghua University.”

He Daqing frowned and suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Director Wu, investigating cases, arresting thieves and trying spies are all things that you, the police, do.

I am the director of a winery and I am only responsible for production tasks. Why are you talking to me about Japanese spies?"

"Director He, your words are too polite.

If it weren't for your sharp eyes, how could you have caught this big fish?

It’s all your credit, it’s all your credit!

This matter started with you, so you should have the right to know. I must report my work to you."

"Director Wu, what have I, He Daqing, done to deserve you to report to me?

You are trying to shorten my life. You can't do that. You can't do that.

Lunch, shall we eat here?

I'll go to the street to buy some wine and meat, and then I'll prepare some fruits for you..."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he wanted to run away.

This old guy, Director Wu, and that guy, Minister Lin, are of the same character.

I'm afraid there's some tough problem again, and they're trying to bring trouble upon me, He Daqing.

Director Wu quickly stood up and quickly caught up with He Daqing.

"Let's skip the meal and talk about things!

Didn’t Minister Lin mention this to you last time?

You know, what you did before the New Year caused complaints from the senior leaders.

If you handle this matter well, you will definitely be able to make up for your mistake."

He Daqing glared and yelled at the top of his voice.

"What will make amends?

Where did I come from? "

Director Wu quickly tried to persuade him.

"He Daqing, you have such a bad temper!

Just let me finish, let me finish!

Don't you like antiques?

A precious treasure, a national treasure unparalleled in the world."

He Daqing's eyes lit up and his tone became much more polite.

"Director Wu, what kind of things haven't I, He Daqing, seen?

It's a bronze tripod from the Warring States Period. I have several of them.

In front of me, He Daqing, what treasure can be worthy of being called a treasure unparalleled in the world?"

Director Wu looked around and whispered something into He Daqing's ear.

"The Imperial Seal, the legendary one!

Mandated by Heaven, may you live long and prosper forever..."