Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

"Fatty, I'll pick up some more guns this afternoon. Will you be responsible for distributing them from now on?"

"Boss Bao, this is no small matter. Where should I put it?"

"I've thought about this, Yuxiu. This afternoon, you move to the room right inside the main house, and Sister Guifang will move in too. It's big enough for you two. The entire west wing can be used as Fatty's office and warehouse. Fatty, Liu Xiangmei will follow you from now on. Is that okay?"

"That's no problem. I'll have the carpenter reinforce the doors and windows of the west wing this afternoon, and make two large cabinets to store the guns. Boss, when you return to the bureau this afternoon, go to the logistics department and get me a large lock and two small locks. Don't forget."

"Okay, I won't forget it, Fatty, light me a cigarette, are you so embarrassed to smoke it yourself?"

Sun Qian took out a Baipit special cigarette from his pocket, looked at it, shook his head, put it back, took out a Daqianmen cigarette from another pocket, lit it, and stuffed it into Dabao's mouth.

Dabao kept dodging, and was so angry that he saw stars: "Fatty, you snatch cigarettes from me every day, and then you give me this broken cigarette to smoke? I won't smoke, I cough after smoking."

Sun Qian's lips turned up like a rotten persimmon: "Tsk tsk tsk, do you think everyone is like you, smoking the ministry's special supply cigarettes as ordinary cigarettes? I have it pretty good, Daqianmen! It's 12 cents a box, do you want to smoke it? If not, forget it."

Dabao was skewering meat and said, "Do you want to eat barbecued meat? If not, forget it."

Sun Qian reacted immediately, hurriedly took out a white cigarette, and lit one for Dabao with a smile on his face. His fawning look made him look exactly like a Japanese translator, except for a pair of glasses.

Dabao was quick and finished more than a hundred skewers in less than half an hour. At this time, the two-grain steamed buns were out of the pot, and the venison and radish stew below were also ready.

Lin Yuxiu asked, "Brother Dabao, what's the name of your younger generation? I'll send it to them now."

Dabao stood up with the skewers in his hand: "Call him Qin Baozhong, tell him to send it to him in the evening, and let him eat as much as he wants without leaving any." Yuxiu responded and went to the cupboard to get the aluminum lunch box.

Sun Qian poured the red-hot charcoal from the iron bucket onto the shovel and carried it to the backyard. The backyard had been cleaned up, so he could roast some meat and stew some vegetables.

Dabao called Zuo Mingyue and the others and went to the backyard to grill skewers.

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At the health center, Baozhong's son received an injection and two bottles of medicine. The child's high fever finally subsided a little, but it was still a little high. Doctor Wang said that he had to receive the medicine for at least two or three days, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with the child if he had a fever again.

The couple finally relaxed and tossed around for most of the night, one of them sitting on a stool while the other dozed off on the bed.

But Baozhong's wife had not eaten or drunk anything for half the night, and she still had to feed the child. She was so hungry that she felt dizzy and kicked Baozhong.

"Boss, I'm starving. Can you think of a way to get some food? The baby will need milk when he wakes up, and where can I get the milk?"

Baozhong was so worried that his head almost stuck in his crotch. He was an honest farmer who rarely came to the commune. Where could he get food? He couldn't even find a door to beg for food.

"I heard that there are people selling food in the commune, but they need food coupons. Where can I get food coupons?"

"How about? Go and beg Uncle Dabao again? You can't just starve like this."

Baozhong's face flushed red, and he stammered, "How can I feel good about this? Uncle Bao paid for the child's hospitalization, and I don't know how I'm going to pay him back..."

His wife covered her face and cried silently. The life was getting more and more hopeless. But it was not just their family that was like this. In the village, every household was like this. They didn't know where the next meal would come from after the current one. But in the village, they could always dig up some wild vegetables to fill their stomachs. But what could they do in the commune?

The ward door curtain was lifted, and Wang Qian came in with two lunch boxes. She took off her mask and said with a smile: "Haven't you eaten yet? I asked my dad to get you a box of rice, and the dish is stewed tofu and cabbage."

Baozhong quickly stood up, his eyes red: "Oh, doctor, this won't do. How can we eat your food? No, no, we are not hungry..."

Wang Qian stuffed the lunch box into his hands and said, "How can you not be hungry after this morning? Eat quickly. Consider it my apology for my bad attitude today..."

The door curtain was lifted, and a small head wearing a soft hat came in.

"Excuse me, who is Qin Baozhong?"

Wang Qian pulled the little girl in and said, "Well, Yuxiu, you look down on everyone, don't you? Don't you see me?"

Lin Yuxiu held the net bag in one hand and held her hat with the other: "Sister Qianqian, go slower, the food is spilled."

Wang Qian and Lin Yuxiu have known each other for a long time. Whenever the twins have a headache or fever, Wang Qian will get them medicine.

Wang Qian pinched Yuxiu's little face and said, "Your little face is so pretty. You must have eaten a lot of good food recently."

Yuxiu nodded: "Since our director came, we have meat for every meal. The two little ones also have cakes and honey to eat. They have gained weight."

"Ah? The food in your police station is so good? Almost as good as my dad's?"

"Our director went hunting in the mountains and killed a deer, a donkey, and a sheep. We have more meat than we can eat now."

When the topic of the police station chief was brought up, Wang Qian's face turned a bit awkward. She asked quietly, "Do you, your chief, have a partner?"

She had a face full of amorous feelings, and it was no wonder she was like an eighteen-year-old director of a commune police station, a section-level cadre, 1.83 meters tall, and elegant and handsome. This already met all the standards that women had for finding a partner. Of course Wang Qian was tempted. She knew that she had left a bad impression on Director Qin, so she wanted to make up for it.

"Yes, Sister Mingyue is very beautiful. I have never seen anyone prettier than her."

This was a lack of tact and a lack of conversation skills. This sentence shattered Wang Qian's fluttering passion, and she stomped her feet and walked away in anger.

Yuxiu was completely confused. She curled her lips, not understanding what Wang Qian was doing. "You expect a thirteen-year-old to understand the passion of a twenty-year-old girl? That's ridiculous!"

"Are you Qin Baozhong?"

"Ah, yes, yes."

"Our director asked me to bring you lunch and dinner as well."

"Director? Who is he? What? Why are you delivering food to us?" Qin Baozhong was so confused that morning that he didn't notice that others called him Uncle Bao the director.

"Our director is Qin Dabao, and he said you are his juniors."

"Yes, yes, it's our uncle..." Baozhong wiped his eyes excitedly.

"This box contains steamed buns, this box contains rice porridge, and the other box contains venison stewed with radish. You guys eat them, and I'll bring them back in the evening." Yuxiu took out lunch boxes from the net bag. There were three big lunch boxes, all filled to the brim.

Lin Yuxiu is gone,

Qin Baozhong opened the lunch box and found five big steamed buns inside. He swallowed his saliva. He had not eaten such delicious steamed buns during the Chinese New Year. He opened the lunch box and

"Mother, eat, eat, and when we return to the village we will go and kowtow to our great grandfather and great grandmother."

"Well, two more kowtows."

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In the backyard of the police station, a group of people gathered around a brick stove. The barbecue stove they made at the steel rolling mill last time was forgotten in the equipment department.

Dabao is a barbecue chef. He grilled a bunch of lamb skewers and they were immediately divided up. After grilling for a long time, he didn't eat a single one.

The problem is that the fat guy eats too fast. Others eat them in bunches, but he eats them in handfuls. This keeps Dabao so busy that he can't stop and can't keep up.

Zuo Mingyue got angry, stood up and kicked Sun Qian: "Let's grill the skewers!"

Sun Qian didn't even dare to raise his eyebrows and quickly replaced Dabao, grilling the mutton skewers himself. It seemed that the trauma of his childhood was too great, and he had become ill...

Dabao finally got the meat skewers into his mouth. The twin girls leaned against his legs and ate the meat skewers without any pepper.

"Old Liu, who in our station carries a gun now?"

Liu Tiechui swallowed a mouthful of meat. It was too spicy. He huffed and puffed. "Hiss... less spicy, Director. Originally, Zhao Wuhe and I wore it, but Xiaoliu and Fugui didn't."

"Show me your gun."

Liu Tiechui took out a gun from the holster on his waist and handed it to Dabao. Dabao took out the bullets and took a look at the gun. The gun was okay, but it had not been maintained.

"Old Liu, you won't have to go to the countryside anymore. When you answer a call at the police station, you and Yuxiu won't be carrying guns, but everyone else will. I'll be back at the station this afternoon to get uniforms, supplies, and guns. If you haven't fired a gun, ask Fugui to teach you. Do you understand?"

"Okay." Everyone laughed. Who wouldn't want to hold a gun? It's both impressive and safe...