Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

After a slight hesitation, Party Secretary Li readily agreed.

At noon, Su Wanqing made a simple cabbage, egg, and noodle soup.

The eggs are fried until golden brown and crispy, then boiling spring water is poured over them to make a milky white soup. The hand-pulled dough pieces are all the same size and become soft, chewy and smooth after cooking.

Secretary Li held the large bowl, looking at the golden fried egg on top, the tempting noodles and green cabbage floating in the soup. With one bite, the soup was so delicious and the egg was so crispy that he almost swallowed his tongue. He didn't care about his image and slurped down two large bowls in a row.

As usual, Zhou's mother complained a few times that the soup was too oily, but her chopsticks never stopped. Zhou Yanshen didn't say much, just buried his head in his rice, thinking that he would give a report after Su Wanqing finished speaking.

After Secretary Li put down his bowl with satisfaction, he awkwardly remembered that Su Wanqing had come to see him for important business.

"Secretary Li," Su Wanqing also put down her chopsticks, "Comrade Chen Weidong first tried to use water tankers as leverage to force us to give up the housing quota allocated by the organization; then, using his uncle's connections, he canceled the diesel generator quota that should have been allocated to our regiment, attempting to coerce us into giving up the housing again..."

Before she could finish speaking, Secretary Li's face darkened, and he slammed his hand on the table. "I haven't settled accounts with that bastard yet!"

He rushed out of the hospital, praising and encouraging everyone, wasn't it all because he was afraid that without a diesel generator, the whole village would be exhausted and start complaining again? He was just cleaning up Chen Weidong's mess!

Therefore, even without Su Wanqing saying anything, Secretary Li had no choice but to deal with Chen Weidong.

"Comrade Xiao Su, don't worry! Our 65th Regiment will never bow to such evil forces that abuse their power for personal gain and harm the collective interest! The house was allocated to you fairly by the organization, and no one can take it away!"

Zhou Yanshen nodded to himself, thinking to himself that Secretary Li was indeed a man of great integrity.

This was exactly the attitude Su Wanqing wanted. "Secretary Li, the main reason I invited you here today is to talk about the generators. I once saved a friend by chance... and he just happened to be able to get seven or eight of these diesel generators recently." Hmm, they're all lying in her space.

"What? Seven...seven or eight?!" Secretary Li stood up abruptly, his eyes wide with disbelief. He simply couldn't believe his ears! These were such sought-after items, not just one or two, but seven or eight?

Su Wanqing nodded affirmatively: "However, they don't want money or tickets over there, they only accept gold or silver in exchange."

Party Secretary Li immediately paced excitedly in the small room. "Change it! We must change it! We'll find a way in the commune to get the money! Comrade Xiao Su, when can you deliver the goods? There are only seven or eight days left until the autumn harvest!"

Su Wanqing calmly replied, "Delivery can be arranged at any time within the next two days."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Party Secretary Li exclaimed "Good!" three times, rubbing his hands excitedly. "That's wonderful! Comrade Xiao Su, you've done another great service! Our regiment—no, several regiments in the vicinity—worries about this every autumn harvest! If we could really have these machines, things would be so much easier! I don't know how to thank you enough!"

"This thing... sigh, I know, it's not some 'just happened to have' thing. You must have saved their life, and that's why they're helping you in this way to repay that kindness, right?" He was a shrewd old man and immediately figured out the key point.

Su Wanqing didn't even need to come up with an excuse; the smart ones had already thought of one for her. She humbly said, "I'm happy to be able to help the group and everyone. This is also for the sake of our collective production and construction."

Party Secretary Li immediately chimed in, "Comrade Xiao Su has a high level of awareness! Well said! Building our motherland needs good comrades like you! Unlike some parasites!" His face turned cold.

"That Chen Weidong, relying on his family connections, is lawless! He doesn't work a single day, yet he's still being forced into labor reform under our regiment's name?"

I'll put that on his file right now! Backward thinking, repeatedly sabotaging collective production, threatening comrades! So what if his family has connections? He'll never get past the political vetting if he wants to go back to the city! Don't worry, Comrade Su, people like Chen Weidong should stay in the countryside and undergo proper labor reform. If he doesn't reform, he can forget about leaving!

Su Wanqing couldn't help but sigh, "Old foxes are indeed shrewd!" Secretary Li was a shrewd man; she didn't need to say much, he had already accurately grasped Chen Weidong's Achilles' heel—

It seems that Chen Weidong is truly doomed to be stuck in the countryside all these years.

She smiled and added another bowl of soup for Secretary Li, everything was understood without words.

However, to be fair, Party Secretary Li is a cunning old fox. He held the bowl, blew on it to cool it down,

"But Comrade Su, we need to quietly take delivery of the diesel generator first, and keep it a secret for now."

Su Wanqing understood immediately and nodded, "I'll do whatever you say."

He thought to himself: So Secretary Li is a cunning old fox. I wonder who he's trying to swindle and what he's up to this time.

Afterwards, the two discussed in hushed tones the time and place for the handover of the generator and the details of raising gold.

After reaching an agreement, Party Secretary Li rubbed his hands together, a mysterious look on his face.

"Comrade Su, I have something else to tell you. A new project has just come down from above—the qualification for an experimental site for oyster mushroom cultivation. Out of more than a dozen farms and dozens of townships and communes around the Ili region, only one location has been selected as the officially designated cultivation site!"

He was afraid Su Wanqing wouldn't understand the immense value behind this, so he explained:

"This is an official project! The government will regularly provide mushroom shreds from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences or designated units. All the oyster mushrooms cultivated will be directly purchased by the supply and marketing cooperative and supplied to government agencies, factories, mines, and residents throughout the Yili region! This is a planned vegetable supply task!"

Su Wanqing's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this!

In an era that strictly restricts private sales, isn't this equivalent to obtaining a legitimate and compliant "vegetable monopoly" license? There's no worry about sales, the raw materials are provided by the authorities, and all you need to do is manage production!

How is this different from the "royal merchants" of the past?

It's like a windfall!

The key point is that you don't necessarily have to grow this yourself! That's where the significance lies!

Seeing her expression, Party Secretary Li knew she understood the significance of the message, and patted her on the shoulder with a smile:

"Originally, the old guys from over a dozen regiments in the vicinity were practically fighting tooth and nail for this spot! The competition was so fierce that our 65th Regiment didn't have much of a chance. But now..."

He drew out his words meaningfully, "With your seven or eight diesel generators as a favor, I'll have much more leverage when negotiating with those old guys!"

"I'll meet with those old guys in the next couple of days. Should we trade a hollow title that we can't win for a real diesel generator that can immediately solve the huge problem of the autumn harvest, or should we stubbornly hold onto the quota and make everyone continue to work themselves to death pulling the millstone...? They should know how to choose! As long as we get half the votes, this matter is settled."