The Happy Farmer Wanderer-Chapter 240 New Official Takes Office_1

After a bout of utmost pleasure, Han Mei shyly began to wash Li Qing like a newlywed bride.

"Feeling better now?" she said resentfully.

"Not yet!" Li Qing said with a light laugh, "I still haven’t entered my sister-in-law."

"So greedy. How about I just let you hold me?" Han Mei said with a playful scold, "I know exactly how many times you’ve been with Tian Yue’e. Once you’re truly seasoned and used to the stimulation of a regular woman, I’ll give in to you."

"I’m not going anywhere. Look at how anxious you are!"

"Even if I’m not running off, I just want my sister-in-law to be my woman," Li Qing said, his voice muffled as he lay in Han Mei’s arms.

The two of them lay naked together on the bed, quietly enjoying this brief moment of peace.

Li Qing’s words left Han Mei a bit out of sorts, "Just lie down for ten minutes, all right? It’s getting late, you should head back."

"How about half an hour? It’s only nine, no problem," Li Qing bargained.

The possibility of the village’s nefarious winds blowing at any moment made Li Qing meticulously calculate every ten or twenty minutes.

The thought alone was irritating.

But he had no choice, he had to consider Han Mei.

No one could guarantee when a pair of eyes might suddenly appear, witnessing him leaving Han Mei’s house in the dead of night.

"Latest by nine-thirty, you must go back," Han Mei said with a pinch on Li Qing’s waist.

"...Okay."

...

A new village secretary had taken office in Sanhe Village.

Li Qing, as usual, returned from the county town after delivering Wenguan Leaves, and happened to encounter Tang Jianmin, who informed him of the news.

Tang Jianmin’s face stretched long as he spoke with Li Qing, as if he had swallowed several dozen catties of arsenic.

"What kind of trickery is this? Appointing a young kid as the village secretary and also saddling them with the village head duties. If there’s a dispute or fight in the village, she probably doesn’t even know how to handle it, yet she’s the village head!"

Li Qing couldn’t help but chuckle internally, he had already resigned himself to not caring about the position of the village head.

But looking at Tang Jianmin, it seemed he hadn’t gotten over it yet.

An outsider had been parachuted into the village head position, forcibly advancing Tang Jianmin’s retirement.

He originally held both the positions of village head and director, with the title of secretary hanging in the balance.

Now, with this development, he was left with only the director title, and his salary had been cut by two-thirds.

"There’s nothing that can be done, it’s clear that the authorities want to reform," Li Qing said in an attempt to console him.

He himself had been played for a fool, his wounds had just begun to heal, and he truly didn’t have the energy to soothe someone else’s.

"I think it’s just nonsense," Tang Jianmin said, shaking his head, hands clasped behind his back.

Suddenly, it seemed he remembered something, "Qingzi, come with me to the village office later. The new secretary is holding a meeting for her inauguration. You should come and listen, get to know her."

Li Qing had already recognized Qin Wenjun’s face in the town; he didn’t need to go and face that dust again.

He then said, "Uncle Tang, I won’t go. Without any official role, what’s there for me to mingle in?"

"You’re a village representative, isn’t that a role? Come on, let’s see what the kid is up to," Tang Jianmin said, tugging at Li Qing’s arm, "If she’s planning some messy stuff, at least you’ll be in the know."

His words did make some sense.

After giving it a brief thought, Li Qing agreed.

The first meeting with Qin Wenjun was not very pleasant, and Li Qing actually didn’t want to have much to do with her.

But then he thought, this was happening in his own village, where he couldn’t avoid her, and he would have to interact with her frequently in the future, so he might as well take a look.

When the two of them arrived at the village office, people from all the different community groups of Sanhe Village were almost all there.

Sanhe Village was actually quite large, with nine community groups of varying sizes.

The number of households ranged from twenty or thirty to seventy or eighty.

In the slightly worn meeting room, the leaders of the various community groups, as well as some of the village’s older residents with seniority, were crammed full of people.

As the previous village chief and the current director, Tang Jianmin naturally had to sit at the very front.

Li Qing found a seat slightly towards the back and sat down.

Soon, Qin Wenjun, still dressed in a black suit, her long hair flowing, walked in with a file box in her arms.

"I have a general understanding of the situation in each of your community groups," Qin Wenjun pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, scanned the room, and raised the file box in her hand, "These past records, whether done or not, make no difference. I’ve called you all here today, and that’s the first thing I want to say."

"Our work needs to be practical, there’s no need to engage in these practices of deception and fakery."

Li Qing raised an eyebrow; she sounded quite formidable!

Without saying anything else, she first criticized all the village and community leaders.

It seemed like she wanted to ignite the first fire of her new office!

"Practical work? That sounds nice!" a middle-aged man wearing a sun hat suddenly snorted coldly.

"We, this bunch of people, only know a little bit of writing. If it weren’t for you demanding we keep these records, we would have enjoyed our leisure. It’s always about this data or that data, yet no concrete results have been seen."

"You start by blaming us, but it has nothing to do with us. You should ask your superiors about that!"

Qin Wenjun’s face immediately turned sour.

She slammed the file box down on the desk and shouted sternly, "The records must be kept, but they must reflect reality! Not let you fabricate whatever you please."

"Do you understand this is about doing real work? It’s not like you’re in the fields counting beans, doing whatever you please."

"Then you tell me how to write it! Point out what’s fake and what’s real, and I’ll change it for you right now!" The man stood up suddenly, slamming the table and shouting.

"Acting all high and mighty for such a small official. Stop nitpicking with us. You get paid, we farm. If there’s nothing else, go home and take care of the baby, we still have a ton of work to do in the fields!"

With that hit on the table and her unfriendly tone, Qin Wenjun also stirred up everyone else’s anger.

A group of people started to clamor all at once.

"A new emperor ascends the throne, seeking to take out the old ministers? Don’t play that game with us, better to actually get some real work done."

"Busy to the point of death, I’m not going to listen to your nonsense here, I’m leaving!"

"Let’s go, let’s go!"

"Judging from what I’m hearing, she also wants us to revise the old records, that’s crazy."

"Just like before, it’s all just superficial work."

A group of people got up to leave, patting their backsides and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Tang Jianmin sat on the side like a silent gourd, not saying a word.

Watching the situation, Li Qing decided to slip away as well.

It seemed this woman liked to nitpick a lot; he had better not become the next target of her criticism.