The Fiery Era of Siheyuan

Chapter 222, Luckily

When loading the car, drivers Sun and Zhao also used a platform scale to weigh each bag one by one to confirm the weight.

According to the last statistics, the four-ton standard parts have lost more than 300 catties.

Needless to say, it must have been taken by the first group of villagers who came over when the car overturned.

Feng Zhishu was also quite embarrassed when he saw this. This happened under his nose, and he couldn't help it. He could only secretly scold the bastards in the village for their ignorance.

" Leaders, don't worry. I will go back now and ask them to get everything back. The country's property will never be damaged. These bastards are used to being wild and have no restraints. Please forgive me." Party Secretary Feng said. He said with an embarrassed face.

Dong Jianjun nodded. It was hard to say anything. Since everyone was talking about this, he should still give him some face.

Moreover, they also helped to overturn the situation just now. It is not appropriate to bring people and guns into the village to ask for things now. It is better to let the party secretary come forward to do the ideological work first, so that everyone has leeway.

"Okay, I'll trouble Party Secretary Feng. I'll ask the factory to write a thank-you letter to all the villagers in Tuwei Village later, thanking everyone for their bravery today. This rollover accident is also our fault. The smashed cabbage is our fault." We will compensate according to the price and ensure that the people of Tuwei Village will not lose a penny."

Dong Jianjun's words are also beautiful, and his attitude shows that you will not be disadvantaged, and at the same time, he will give him enough face, set him up high, and let him not do his best.

"Hey, okay, Section Chief Dong, and all the leaders, wait a moment, I'll let them get the things back now."

Party Secretary Feng was an honest farmer and didn't think too much. When he heard that there was a thank-you letter from a large state-owned factory, he quickly patted his chest and reassured.

Soon, Feng Zhishu took the villagers away, leaving only the rolling mill and other people and a group of women and children in the village.

The women and children who stayed behind were not afraid of life. They stood on the other side of the field and looked at them curiously, then ignored them and went to the field to pull out the crushed cabbage.

After Party Secretary Feng and the others left, everyone was temporarily relaxed. Captain Guo took out a pack of large-scale production, came over and handed out cigarettes to the security guards one by one: "Chief Dong, Section Chief Li, Section Chief Liu, and so on. Brothers, I’m really sorry to trouble you today.”

"Hey, don't worry about it. There's no need to talk about things that are within your scope." Dong Jianjun smiled and took the cigarette from him without being polite, and held it in his mouth.

"Okay, we are all acquaintances, no polite words, I will treat you to a drink later when I have time." Team Guo was also an enthusiastic acquaintance, and he smiled and struck a match to light Dong Jianjun.

Liu Heng at the side glanced at Zhishu Feng who was going away, touched Li Weiguo with his elbow, and asked, "Deputy Li, how long do you think it will take for Zhishu Feng to get his things back?"

Li Weiguo picked up a cigarette, lit it casually, took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "I guess it won't be that easy, maybe we'll have to show up later."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Liu Heng asked in confusion.

Dong Jianjun and Captain Guo who were next to him also looked over curiously, waiting for his next words.

Li Weiguo smiled and licked his lips in the direction of the field ridge: "Look there."

Everyone was puzzled and turned to look at the group of women and children.

The group of women and children picking rotten cabbage in the vegetable field had thin faces, sallow skin, and very thin and shabby clothes.

These women and children ignored them and just picked up the rotten cabbage from the field and put it in their arms without wasting any leaves. When they had almost picked it up, they turned around and left with the leaves in their arms.

"Deputy Li, what do you mean?" Liu Heng didn't know why.

"There is an old saying that unruly people come from remote areas. Although this saying is unpleasant, it still has some truth to it."

Li Weiguo took a deep breath of his cigarette, paused, and then said: "It's not that people in remote areas are bad in nature, but that they are forced to a certain level by life, and they will try everything, even if the method is bad. This situation occurs more in poor areas.

If you look at these women and children, you can know the family situation of most people in the village without guessing. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is difficult.

People always have shortcomings such as greed and luck, and things they get will not be returned easily. We can't expect everyone to have a lofty ideological consciousness, so we will probably have to bring people over to exert some pressure soon. "

Everyone around heard the words and fell silent.

Sure enough, more than an hour later, Party Secretary Feng, who had gone back to do ideological work for the villagers, still did not come back. It was probably because the ideological work had reached a deadlock and no one was willing to take the initiative to send him back.

Dong Jianjun and Captain Guo waited for a long time, and they were already a little impatient.

Li Weiguo raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already past three o'clock, and he was impatient to wait, so he said, "Dong Ke, Guo Dui, it's past three o'clock, why don't we take people over to have a look."

Party Secretary Feng went back to do ideological work and reached a deadlock. It is estimated that some villagers who took things were lucky, and they might not be able to see the situation clearly without bringing someone over to put some pressure.

Dong Jianjun and Captain Guo thought about it for a while and nodded in agreement. After all, there was no way to waste it any longer. It was getting late and it would still take five or six hours to go back. It was not easy to walk at night.

So, after a discussion, the other drivers and stevedores stayed behind to guard the vehicles, while Driver Sun and Driver Zhao followed the guards into the village. They still had a little impression of who took the things, and they could recognize people from the past. .

So a group of security guards carried guns on their backs, walked several hundred meters along the village road, and soon arrived at the grain drying field in the center of Tuwei Village.

At this time, the village party secretary in Shaiguchang was doing ideological work with the heads of each household. Unfortunately, it was of little use to talk nonsense. Not many people admitted that it had nothing to do with them.

As soon as Dong Jianjun and his team of security guards arrived carrying guns, the hundreds of villagers at the scene became a little restless.

These days, the uniforms of public security and state-owned security guards are the same. The uniform blue and white 58 winter police uniforms and more than a dozen long guns can be said to be very intimidating.

Those villagers in the crowd who took their things and hid back to the village ahead of time were already starting to feel uneasy because of their guilty conscience.

Seeing Dong Jianjun and the others coming, Feng Zhishu said in shame: "I'm sorry, leaders, there are some children in the village who don't understand the truth. Please give me some more time. I will make them take their things back consciously."

Party Secretary Feng is also worried that the situation will escalate and it will not look good if it comes to the end.

Dong Jianjun and Guo Dui looked at each other and thought for a moment.

Finally, Captain Guo said: "Party Secretary Feng, we also know that life is difficult for everyone at this time of year. Let's just forget about the more than 80 kilograms of dry goods that fell from the truck and treat it as a reward to thank the fellow villagers for helping to overturn the truck.

It's just that the standard parts on the car are the property of the country, so we must not make any mistakes. Please ask the party secretary to do a good job in ideological work for everyone. "

After hearing Captain Guo's words, Driver Sun and Driver Zhao who were accompanying them had their faces darkened and hesitated to speak.

More than 80 kilograms of dry goods, the price is not small.

Although their drivers are fat and poor, it is different now after all, and they may not be able to gain so much after running for a month now.

But seeing that their captain had already made a decision, the two of them could only sigh in the end, and didn't say anything else, they just thought they were unlucky and spent money to eliminate the disaster.

Captain Guo's words were relatively mild, and Party Secretary Feng knew that this was saving him face, so he nodded quickly, turned around and returned to the center of the grain drying field, found a table and stood on it to talk.

It might be the deterrence of a group of security guards. After Feng Zhishu advised again, most of the people in the crowd who took things quickly gave up their luck and got up silently to go home to get their things.

After about ten minutes, all the things were brought, and they were all brought over by the middle-aged and the middle-aged. The adults probably felt ashamed and didn't have the nerve to come again.

When the things were delivered, the village party secretary helped find a scale to weigh them.

The result is a scale.
Yep. It's still 56 catties missing, even if the scale is inaccurate, it's impossible to make such a difference.

At this time, Party Secretary Feng became angry and cursed loudly. Some people really couldn't cry without seeing the coffin.

Dong Jianjun and Captain Guo's faces were also not good-looking, and they were thinking about whether to use force.

As for Li Weiguo, the old god was there, and with his thoughts spread out, he could see the subtle expressions and movements of the villagers present in the sun-grain field in his mind, and soon he locked on a few targets.

A thief always has a guilty conscience, no matter how well he pretends, there will always be flaws, and subtle changes in expressions will never fool people.

(End of this chapter)