Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Chapter 417 The Only Good Man in the Shili Brigade—Lin Nianhe
"Jian! Go to the warehouse! Call brother-in-law!"

Wu Genmao was riding on Zhai Huayuan's stomach, holding a hemp rope in his right hand, as if strangling an animal.

"Ahem, you, what are you doing... I, I, I..." Zhai Huayuan's face was flushed red, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Wu Genmao raised his left hand and punched him twice in the stomach: "Pretend! You still pretend! How can I be fooled by you if I'm so smart?"

Fortunately, Wu Genmao's left hand injury was healed, so he didn't need to use too much strength, otherwise these two punches would have been enough for Zhai Huayuan.

Unfortunately, Cao Shijian yelled at the top of his voice while driving the car. He listened to Wu Genmao very much, and tried his best to call his brother-in-law—"Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! The child snatchers are coming again!"

The brother-in-law was far away and came slowly, but the villagers who heard the movement rushed out first.

Before Zhai Huayuan regained his composure, he caught a glimpse of a group of villagers with various weapons and angry expressions rushing towards him... How could he have any experience in being beaten?He was so dazed that he even forgot to cover his face.

Zhai Huayuan didn't know how many kicks he had suffered. Fortunately, he was dressed thickly in winter, and the villagers were afraid of beating him to death.

After being rescued by Su Yuncheng with a gun to his head, Zhai Huayuan took out his stack of documents and letters of introduction with snot and tears, and complained tearfully:
"Comrade Public Security! I am the director of the supply and marketing cooperative in the provincial capital. I have a legitimate reason to come to see Comrade Lin Nianhe! How could I have something to do with child snatching!"

Before Su Yuncheng could speak, Wu Genmao let out a yell: "Then how do you know Zhang Changjiang? You are in the same group!"

Zhai Huayuan was so wronged that he almost cried: "My brother-in-law's brother-in-law is indeed called Zhang Changjiang!"

Su Yuncheng directly asked the key point: "How old is the Zhang Changjiang you are talking about this year? Which unit is he in?"

Zhai Huayuan: "Eight years old! He is in the second grade of Soy Sauce Factory Elementary School!"

Everyone: "..."

In the 70s when sparks were everywhere, the rate of duplicate names was ridiculously high.

However, for the safety of the villagers in the village, Su Yuncheng still called Sun Bo, and after a lot of detours, he confirmed that there was indeed a student named Zhang Changjiang in the second grade of the Soy Sauce Factory Primary School in the provincial capital, and this little Zhang Changjiang was indeed the brother-in-law of Zhai Huayuan's brother-in-law.

The misunderstanding was resolved, and Li Dahe sincerely apologized to Zhai Huayuan on behalf of the whole village.

Zhai Huayuan also learned what good deeds that Zhang Changjiang had done during the process of applying the medicine, and accepted the apology with bitterness in his stomach.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay...it's just a little trauma, you guys are...cautious."

"Alas..." Li Dahe wiped his face, "There is a primary school in the village, and there are many children. The villagers are all frightened by what happened before."

Zhai Huayuan nodded: "It's understandable."

Comparing your heart to your heart, if it were him, he would have to do the same.

After being beaten for no reason, Zhai Huayuan didn't forget his business, and once again explained to Li Dahe why he came, and asked to see Lin Nianhe.

"I've already gone to call, drink your saliva, wait a while." Li Dahe was a little worried about him, "Why don't you go to the health center?"

Li Dahe thought, the leaders from this provincial capital must be precious, don't really let them fight badly.

Zhai Huayuan waved his hand indifferently: "It's nothing, I was a militiaman before, so it's nothing to be beaten twice."

As he spoke, he picked up the tea mug and took a sip of hot water. When he touched the sore spot, he couldn't help but gasp.

But in the small village, Lin Nianhe was dumbfounded.

"Fighted? Really hit? What kind of beating? Can people still do it?"

Su Yuncheng: "It's not heavy, it's okay, it's just a few bumps."

Seeing that his expression didn't seem like he was lying to comfort himself, Lin Nianhe breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian who were squatting in the corner facing the wall next to him, "You two come with me and apologize to Director Zhai."

"Oh."

"it is good."

Wu Cao's duo followed Lin Nianhe to the brigade headquarters listlessly.

Lin Nianhe specially adjusted her expression before entering the door, but when she opened the door and saw Zhai Huayuan's colorful face, her expression management immediately failed.

Su Yuncheng called this a few bumps?

She believed that he even hit eight walls!

Lin Nianhe turned his head and looked at Su Yuncheng with complicated eyes.

Su Yuncheng gave her a questioning look, completely not understanding what she meant.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Perhaps in Major Su's world, apart from being dead, other injuries are not considered serious.

She rubbed her heart, forced a smile, and said to Zhai Huayuan: "Hello, Director Zhai, I'm Lin Nianhe. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding today. Shall I ask someone to send you to the clinic?"

As she spoke, she pushed Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian to the front, signaling them to apologize.

Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian admitted their mistakes with a good attitude, bowing at an angle close to 180 degrees.

Lin Nianhe quickly pulled them aside before they bowed for the third time.

Zhai Huayuan didn't pay attention to these details. He touched the bruise on the corner of his mouth, put down the tea mug and waved to the Wu and Cao duo: "It's all right, it doesn't matter, it's all a misunderstanding... Comrade Lin, I came to you to ask you something important."

Lin Nianhe's heart was like a mirror, she didn't avoid others, and asked directly: "Is there anything I can help you with? Director Zhai, just ask, I will know everything."

Lin Nianhe was wearing a white twist-knit sweater and scarf gloves of the same color and pattern today. Her palm-sized face was white and tender. Perhaps it had just been blown by the wind. Her eyes were wet, like a deer in the forest.

She just stood there obediently, like a little white rabbit, seemingly harmless.

Zhai Huayuan looked at the well-behaved, soft, waxy and polite Lin Nianhe, and suddenly burst into tears.

From entering the ten-mile brigade to now, he finally, finally, finally met a good man!
Seeing his expression, Li Dahe on the side couldn't help curling his lips.

Tsk, another fool who was deceived by the brat's appearance.

Of course, Zhai Huayuan didn't know how big a hole he had dug for himself. He looked at Lin Nianhe kindly, and his voice softened a lot: "Comrade Xiaolin, I want to ask you, did you give your sister a lot of new flowers that the supply and marketing cooperatives don't have?"

Lin Nianhe blinked and said nonsense: "I gave my sister hair flowers, but I bought those hair flowers from the supply and marketing cooperative."

"How is it possible?" Zhai Huayuan subconsciously retorted, "I am the director of the provincial capital supply and marketing cooperative. Where did you buy things that our supply and marketing cooperative does not have?"

"I bought it at the supply and marketing cooperative in the town. Our Lanxian textile factory produces it. Isn't there any other place?"

Lin Nianhe answered quickly, with a sincere tone and a good expression.

She felt that Director Zhai would not blame her for not telling the truth after she worked so hard to perform.

"Lan County Textile Factory... don't they make quilt covers? The quality is not good, and no one buys them." Zhai Huayuan rubbed his chin and murmured.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

This is what you are saying here.

You go to the commune and try saying something.

Uncle Wang can break you down because of the asymmetry of bruises on your face.

(End of this chapter)