Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Everyone was silent for a while, and Xie Ming finally said, "I really admire Tang Liru's patience. She's been planning the murder since she was sold to the Meng family. This mentality is terrifying."

Dabao sighed deeply: "This matter is far from over."

"What? What else?" Everyone looked at Dabao in surprise.

"Tang Liru was so full of rage that she was on the verge of going crazy. I couldn't think of any way to get her to release this rage, so I just let her torture Mrs. Qian and her son.

I think it was the mother and daughter who did the evil, and this is what they should bear.

But later, Tang Liru's indiscriminate attacks made me realize that I could not resolve her hostility.

She hated, on a larger scale, the country, the capital, and on a smaller scale, the people of Mengjiawan. I guess she must have asked for help from the people of Mengjiawan, but no one paid any attention to her. Some men from Mengjiawan even assaulted her. Otherwise, how could anyone help her spread the mixture on the roof?

Dabao kissed Nuannuan's little face. In fact, he was also a little angry at this moment. When he thought of what the people of Mengjiawan had done, he had an idea of ​​destroying them. At this moment, he could only use his daughter's innocence to dispel his anger.

Xie Ming suddenly stood up, his lips trembling: "Director, do you think Tang Liru will retaliate against the people of Mengjiawan? Who does she want to retaliate against? The village chief? The accountant? Or the person who violated her?"

Dabao smiled bitterly: "I have told you all, indiscriminate attacks, retaliation is all-round, in an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent,

Tang Liru told me that I saved her life and that I could ask for anything. I wanted to ask her to spare the lives of the people in Mengjiawan, but she flatly refused before I could even say it. This shows how much she hates everyone in Mengjiawan..."

Xie Ming was stunned and sat down dejectedly: "What should we do? She is so rich and thoughtful. If she deliberately seeks revenge, how can the people of Mengjiawan survive?"

Dabao shook his head. "So I suggested to Secretary Han that we break up Mengjiawan Village and divide it into various production teams. Unfortunately, neither the commune nor the district would agree. This might be the doom of the people of Mengjiawan."

(A month later, people in Mengjiawan began to die mysteriously. Some fell to their death on the mountain, some were gored to death by wild boars. In autumn, a dozen wolf cubs were thrown into the yard. The wolves from the mountain came down that night and killed half of the villagers. The rest starved to death in 61. People in the commune said that the people in Mengjiawan had offended the gods, and the gods had cursed them. Some people wanted to escape Mengjiawan, but as soon as they left Mengjiawan, they would be bitten to death by some wild beasts. Until they died out, the people in Mengjiawan never imagined that they had indeed offended the "gods", but this "god" was a woman who walked out of hell.)

Everyone was silent, only Nuannuan was chatting with Dabao with a few "ohs and aha". Dabao smiled and said: "My daughter said that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and heaven will take its course. If you don't believe it, look up and see that heaven will spare no one."

Everyone laughed, and it actually made a lot of sense.

Dabao stood up and said, "Okay, stop looking so dejected. We've all been tired for several days. Let's make dumplings today."

"Yes! Steamed dumplings, made with donkey meat and green onions, they are so oily when you bite them." Sun Qian wiped his saliva.

"I'll go and knead the dough."

"I'll go chop the stuffing, Director. You mix it later. It smells delicious."

"I'll peel the garlic and make garlic paste."

"Oh my god! Xiaowu, you're drooling."

Everyone was laughing and talking happily, but everyone had a thorn in their heart, but no one said anything.

Xue Kui was the only one who was confused. What was going on? Yesterday, they had roasted whole chickens and lambs, a deer leg, and unlimited Fenjiu, and today, they had steamed donkey meat dumplings. What the hell was this place?

Sun Qian put his arm around his shoulders, his eyes narrowed into a smile: "Kui'er, uncle tells you, it's absolutely right to follow me. Your master listened to me and came here to be the director.

So, from now on, you have to listen to your uncle, silly child. How could your uncle let you suffer any loss?"

Xue Kui looked at the "uncle" in front of him, who was two years younger than him, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt. Suddenly, he jumped up and rushed to the office, shouting as he ran: "Little foreigner, I want to ask you something."

Sun Qian stared blankly at the office door, feeling a sense of foreboding.

As expected, within two minutes, Dabao's office door was kicked open, and Xue Kui rushed out with a meteor hammer, followed by the furious Dabao.

"You little bastard, be gentle! You scared my daughter."

Xue Kui rushed towards Sun Qian, waving a meteor hammer: "You big ass Sun! How dare you take advantage of your master Kui? And you dare to act like a big shot? How dare you act like my uncle? I must beat you up today..."

Before Sun Qian could come to his senses, a hammer hit his butt. Sun Qian screamed and started to run away. Everyone in the station came out to watch the fun.

Sun Qian desperately ran around in circles in the yard, making the two little girls clap their hands and shout for joy.

Xue Kui's meteor hammer, with a cord four and a half feet long, just reached Sun Qian. Soon, Sun Qian was hit several times, and the pain made him cry out: "Boss Bao, help me! Oh my god! Oh, help me, Boss Bao, Xue Kui, are you really going to hit me? Oh my god!"

"Bao Boss, help me, Bao... Ouch! Two cans of milk powder? Bao Boss, is this okay?"

Dabao suppressed his laughter, rolled his eyes, and stared at the sky in awe. His heart was filled with joy. "You fat boy, you deserve this day..."

Sun Qian's pace slowed down a bit, and he was hit twice more on his buttocks and back. He cried out in pain: "Three cans of milk powder? No, five cans, is that enough?"

Dabao then stepped forward, grabbed the hammer head, winked at Xue Kui, and said with a stern face: "What are you doing? How can you hit your colleague with a hammer? What if it breaks? Confiscate it!"

Xue Kui opened his mouth wide as Dabao hugged him and walked him to the office. Dabao whispered, "Well done! Tomorrow, Master will make beggar's chicken for you, and he'll make it just for you."

Xue Kui was delighted. Oh my god! There is such a good thing? His little brain turned, if he beat up Sun Da's butt every day, wouldn't he have delicious food every day?

Sun Qian returned to his room, holding his buttocks, and suddenly felt a cold wind rushing from his tailbone to the top of his head. What he didn't know was that a tragic day was about to come...

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The next morning, Dabao went to the mountains again and came back with five pheasants and two goats. These were all from his space. He went to the mountains just to hide his tracks.

He made five beggar chickens, one for Xue Kui, one for Dayu Yuxiu, and the other for the two little girls.

Leave one goat to the institute, and take the rest back to my grandmother's house.

He filled a canvas bag with gifts for his family and put them in the trunk, which actually took up space.

Zuo Mingyue had packed up long ago and carried Nuannuan into the sidecar. The two of them were going back to their future in-laws' home with their child today.

Dabao and his wife basically wear uniforms every day, and they are used to it. Instead of wearing ordinary clothes, they are not used to it.

After everything was explained, it was already past ten in the morning, and Dabao and the other two set off.

After staying in the countryside for a long time, it feels quite fresh to return to the city.

There are still twenty days until May Day, International Labor Day. Some streets have hung banners and triangular flags, and some places have put up big signs that read "Worker comrades are the most glorious!"

The songs playing from the loud speakers made people's blood boil, and Dabao couldn't help but sing along on his motorcycle.

"A revolutionary is always young. He is like a great pine tree, evergreen in winter and summer. He fears no wind or rain, no cold or frost. He neither waves nor moves, always standing tall on the mountaintop..."

At this moment, Dabao felt that he had truly integrated into this fiery era...