My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 584: I happily ate two more steamed buns.

Chapter 584: I happily ate two more steamed buns.

Xing Zhen listened to Gu Yingzhou’s words, the dark pools of his eyes flickering with a glimmer.

"I’m aware of this matter now. You take care of your business, and I will handle it. I guarantee I won’t let your sister-in-law suffer any grievances," he said.

Some people in the "Literature Review" have always been doing as they please without any oversight, publishing articles they consider to be the ultimate truths. It’s about time someone dealt with them.

Gu Yingzhou was well aware of his senior brother’s capabilities and replied, "Alright, then I’ll have to trouble you, senior brother."

"No need to be polite," Xing Zhen said nonchalantly.

The conversation turned, "If you feel sorry, just mail me another couple of bottles of medicinal wine."

Feeling the abundant strength within his body, a frenzy filled his eyes, and he clenched his fists, dark as pitch.

As a sharp knife wielded by the country to weed out corruption, naturally, the better his physical fitness, the more advantageous for his work—and of late, he profoundly experienced this.

When he first started drinking the medicinal wine, there was no significant reaction.

But after a while, Xing Zhen discovered that his old injuries hadn’t flared up again, and his physical condition seemed to have returned to its peak.

So, he recognized the benefits of that health-preserving medicinal wine.

Gu Yingzhou laughed lightly and said, "It’s already on its way, you should receive it soon. In addition, there are some medicinal packets for soaking in the bath. Try them out."

Xing Zhen’s eyes flashed with sharpness, "Did your partner make them too?"

He had a high regard for the medicine Lin Tang made.

The concoctions were strange but proved to be extremely effective, providing him with a lot of convenience.

Gu Yingzhou spoke in an even tone, "Mhm."

While his voice was flat, Xing Zhen still heard a hint of pride in it.

Taking the opportunity, he praised, "Comrade Lin is talented. Both of you are smart people, a natural match."

The smile deepened in Gu Yingzhou’s eyes, and with a light cough, he said, "I’ve got more to attend to, let’s not talk for now."

The Machinery Factory was welcoming Professor Kong Fangren and his group. The researchers had to work well together, the project needed to be pushed forward, and safety could not be neglected... The burden on Gu Yingzhou’s shoulders was not light.

Xing Zhen knew the importance of the tasks at hand for Gu Yingzhou and immediately said, "Alright, you go ahead with your matters. Don’t worry about your partner’s issue, I’ll go take care of it right away."

Gu Yingzhou thanked him with a smile.

Afterwards, the two ended their phone call.

Xing Zhen put down the phone, his gaze falling on the head peeping through the doorway, and said coldly, "Get out here!"

Yuanqing meekly stepped forward, "Boss, I just wanted to ask if you needed me to get food for you?"

Xing Zhen gave him a glance, took his cap, put it on, and adjusted his collar while his Adam’s apple bobbed a few times.

"We’ll eat when we come back. Come with me for now," he said.

With that, he strode forward.

Yuanqing hurriedly followed, "... Shall I call for people?"

"Get three," Xing Zhen answered.

"Got it."

The Inspection Team was astonishingly efficient, and in a short amount of time, they had thoroughly investigated the backgrounds of the people at the "Literature Review."

At Xing Zhen’s command, a few steely young men stormed into a courtyard.

A certain bald middle-aged man who fancied himself a literary master was clanged into prison, with an unknown fate awaiting him.

Meanwhile, the latest issue of the "Literature Review" was ordered to be recalled.

This series of actions informed those in the literary and publishing circles that the man had finally hit a steel wall, and they were so pleased that they ate two extra steamed buns for dinner.

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Lin Tang was completely unaware of this; she was planning to return to the brigade with her third brother.

Today was the day for the Shuang Shan Brigade to send off their pigs for slaughter, and Lin Qingmu had the task of driving the pigs to the slaughterhouse.

Accompanied by a rumbling sound, the siblings drove towards the Shuang Shan Brigade.

The brigade had a considerable number of pigs, and Lin Qingmu called upon his fellow transport workers who also worked in the transportation team.

Five big trucks, like a moving landscape, rushed towards the Shuang Shan Brigade, attracting the attention of county residents, who turned their heads for a second and third glance.

As the trucks passed by, they kicked up clouds of dust.

Before long, the trucks stopped at the entrance of the village where the Shuang Shan Brigade was based.

A dense crowd of people stood there.

Lin Qingmu parked the truck smoothly, reversed, and helped Lin Tang out of the passenger side.

He turned his head and called out to a few comrades from the transportation team.

Then he looked towards Lin Fu.

"Uncle, we’re here to transport the pigs."

Lin Fu, seeing the several trucks, had a smile spread across his face.

He patted Lin Qingmu on the shoulder happily, "Well done."

Being able to call upon so many comrades to help was a real skill!

The captain’s praise made Lin Qingmu so happy that he couldn’t help but make faces at Lin Lu and Li Xiuli nearby, looking smug.

Lin Lu and his wife felt the envious glances of the brigade members upon them and straightened their backs.

Their faces, weathered by the years, blushed slightly, emanating a sense of pride.

Ah, the third child did a stellar job!

Seeing his parents’ reaction, the arc of Lin Qingmu’s smile grew even wider.

Hehe, as long as the parents are happy, it’s all good.

After praising Lin Qingmu, Lin Fu approached the other comrades from the transportation team.

He said with a polite smile, "Thank you for the hard work, fellow comrades, sorry to have interrupted your rest... "

Among those who came to help was Fang Zhitong, who had delivered piglets to them in the past.

Not only had the Shuang Shan Brigade raised the piglets well, but they had also done remarkably, which was quite a surprise for Fang Zhitong.

Fang Zhitong got along well with Lin Qingmu and was happy to help, responding with a cheerful smile, "Comrade Lin, you’re too polite. I delivered the piglets here, so it’s only right that I help transport them to the meat processing plant. To be able to witness our brigade’s sideline business grow, that’s my honor... "

Our brigade?

Lin Tang gave this comrade a surprised glance.

Pretty good at talking!

Lin Fu and the other brigade leaders were all smiles.

Oh, this young man knows how to speak well.

"Going up a level is a bit much to say. As long as our brigade members can all have enough to eat, that’s enough for us," said Lin Fu, with the humility of a farming family.

Of course, this was also his greatest wish.

After a few words, the brigade became busy at once.

The village roads were not very wide, and it was necessary for people to carry the household pigs out.

The village’s strong men immediately got into action.

One by one, the fat pigs were taken to the village entrance.

The workers from the transportation team were astounded by the sight of these fat pigs, their eyes nearly popping out.

"How can these pigs be so fat?!!" exclaimed Fang Zhitong in shock.

Lin Fu, who was directing the pig transportation, heard this and couldn’t hide his pride.

"It’s all just experimentation, luckily stumbled upon something good... managed to raise them big..."

Fang Zhitong and the others started to help.

One young guy couldn’t help but pinch a handful of the pig’s fat and laughed foolishly, drool almost spilling from his mouth.

"This meat looks great; it must be delicious as braised pork."

His family’s condition was quite good, but there was a short supply of pork in the county and not enough meat coupons available; the last time he had eaten meat was several months ago.

Seeing his colleague’s disgraceful expression, Fang Zhitong’s face involuntarily heated up.

"It’s still a pig, don’t embarrass yourself like that," he said, exasperated.

Lin Fu, overhearing the two young men’s conversation, couldn’t stop smiling.

"It’s not embarrassing. In these times, who isn’t craving for meat? Once we’re done here, you can each take home three pounds of meat; let’s all have a taste and see how our brigade’s pork fares," he said.

The brigade couldn’t just have people help for free, and they couldn’t let Qingmu lose face; at the very least, they had to show some appreciation.

The brigade leaders had discussed it – each volunteer would get three pounds of pork for their assistance.