Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Wang Tiezhu is 42 years old this year. He is also a retired soldier from the army. However, he is not a frontline soldier, but a squad leader of the kitchen squad.

He was a very honest person. When the production brigade was established, the commune sent him to be the secretary of the first production brigade.

The accountant, Li Fangyan, was from Lijiazhuang. He had attended a private school and was literate. He also had a good temper and was well-liked in the villages, so he was appointed as the accountant.

Don't underestimate the position of accountant. The economic lifeline of the entire production brigade is in his hands. Therefore, in the entire production brigade, the team leader is responsible for production labor, the branch secretary is responsible for personnel and political and ideological education, and the accountant is responsible for recording work and accounting. These three people can be said to have the greatest power in the entire production brigade.

Li Fangyan sighed: "Branch Secretary, where has Qin Qingrong been? He's nowhere to be seen all day. He doesn't even care about assigning work, leaving the team leaders to take charge."

Wang Tiezhu put down his pipe and knocked it on the corner of the table.

"Didn't he promise his boss that he could find a way to keep everyone fed? So he's been out trying to figure it out all day."

Li Fangyan snorted.

"Come on, if Qin Qingfu said this, I would believe him. After all, he has such a capable nephew. Maybe he can get some food from somewhere.

A few months ago, I heard that before the production brigade was established, Qin Qingfu organized several hunters from Qinjiagou to go hunting in the mountains.

The game they hunted was then taken to the city to exchange for food, so the people of Qinjiagou were never hungry.

This guy should not be spoiled. He eats well but occasionally goes hungry for two days and then becomes desperate. He eats with a bowl in hand and curses when he puts down his chopsticks. The work of the production team is really hard.

Secretary, you said Qin Qingfu was fine, why did he make such a mistake? Isn't this ruining himself?

Although Wang Tiezhu was a simple-minded person, he was not stupid. He put his pipe on the table and whispered,

"What kind of behavior problem is this? He was set up, but he wasn't wronged. He did climb onto the widow's bed, so it was right to remove him.

"Old Li, the higher-ups don't care about things below the belt. As long as you can keep the members well fed and prevent them from causing trouble in the commune, the higher-ups will be satisfied, and it doesn't matter what mistakes you make."

Li Fangyan sighed.

"It's not that easy to fill your stomach. The villages in our brigade are all in the mountains. At this time, we can dig some wild vegetables and pick some wild fruits to fill our stomachs.

But it was a drought, not a drop of rain had fallen for more than half a year. Although the crops in the fields were not completely lost, they could not even pay the public grain tax.

Secretary, just wait. In two months, when the members see that there is no relief food, will you make a fuss? "

Wang Tiezhu chuckled,

"Let's make a fuss. After all, it wasn't you or me who signed the military order with the superiors. When the time comes, someone will be punished."

Li Fangyan also laughed. He was an old scholar who had always kept himself clean and hated those who shouted and yelled. Qin Qingfu and Qin Qingrong were both such people.

But compared to Qin Qingfu, he hated Qin Qingrong more. Qin Qingrong usually had a smiling face, but people who knew him knew that he was very sinister and always played tricks behind people's backs.

In the ancestral hall here, except for Qin Qingrong, the elders from the other five branches have all arrived. As they are old, they don’t have to work on weekdays. They just cook and take care of the kids at home.

He was old, but he was just a piece of salted bacon. When he heard something was wrong, he ran over quickly, and the ancestral hall became lively.

These people asked what happened one after another. They were all the old man's juniors. The old man told them the story of Qin Qingyou's sacrifice, and they fell silent.

After hearing the old man say that he wanted to place Qin Qingyou next to his ancestors, they had no objection. After all, Qin Qingyou's seniority in the clan was not low, and he sacrificed his life to protect national property. This was an honor.

There were only two old men who had a good relationship with Qin Qingrong. They kept silent and just said, "Let's wait for the clan leader to come back and let the team leader decide."

The old man was too careless to understand what the two people meant. Qin Qingnian, who was standing beside him, saw that this matter was indeed not that simple...

. . . . .

Qin Qingrong was in Lijiazhuang at the time, drinking with team leader Li Qi and two other people. He had no idea what was happening in Qinjiagou.

In order to entertain Qin Qingrong, Li Qi specially killed a chicken and bought two kilograms of bulk liquor. Several people started drinking at noon.

Qin Qingrong could drink a lot. He drank 700-800 grams of bulk liquor without changing his expression or heartbeat. He picked up a piece of chicken butt and threw it into his mouth. The chicken was skinny and not very oily. Only the chicken butt had more oil.

Li Qi was a little drunk, and he said with a thick tongue,

"Brother Qingrong, the drought is getting worse. We'd be lucky if we could grow one-third of the crops we used to grow in previous years.

With so little food, it's not even enough to pay the public grain tax. What do you think we'll do then?"

Qin Qingrong took a sip of wine.

"What can I do? I didn't brag about this, and I don't have the ability to brag so much. It was the leader who said that he could solve the food problem of some members, so I dared to sign this military order with the commune."

Li Qi nodded,

"The leader should be able to solve it. By the way, Brother Qingrong, I heard that before this production team was established, you guys in Qinjiagou sent a few hunters into the mountains to hunt. They would then trade the prey for food in the city. I think this is definitely a solution..."

Qin Qingrong snorted.

"What's the method? It's my nephew, Qin Dabao, who contacted me. He told me to go to the Red Star Steel Mill in the city and exchange the prey for food."

"Then let's continue changing. I think this approach is really feasible."

Qin Qingrong sighed.

"What do you mean by 'yes'? Qin Qingfu is Qin Dabao's uncle. If Qin Dabao knew that it was us who got Qin Qingfu down, do you think he would still help us?"

"Fuck! He definitely can't help, brother. I heard that your nephew is quite remarkable. He used to be the director of the police station in our commune, and now he's the director in the city. He's been promoted. Can't you think of a way to build a relationship with him?"

Qin Qingrong's face suddenly darkened.

"What's the connection? My father died because of him. This hatred is irreconcilable. I must avenge my father."

When it comes to this, Li Qi and the other three are silent. They are not fools. They would not dare to go against a police station chief even if they have eight courage.

Qin Qingrong glanced at them and snorted.

"Don't act so stubborn. The leader said he would definitely teach Qin Dabao a lesson. Look at how well the leader set up this time. He caught Qin Qingfu right away. From now on, won't we have the final say in this production brigade?"

Li Qi fiercely spat out a chicken bone. Although it was called a chicken bone, it was actually almost broken into pieces.

"Brother Qingrong, doesn't this brigade still have a party secretary and an accountant? The combined power of these two people is greater than yours. How can we have the final say?" As he said this, his mouth almost turned up to his ears...