Strict Wife of the Seventies Manages the Household

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Chapter 157 Tentative & Confrontation

Thinking of this, Lin Lan was startled in a cold sweat, and her heart throbbed.

Fortunately, it was only a text description, and there was no picture for her to receive. Even so, it was enough to make her uncomfortable.

She hugged herself on the small wooden bed for a long time before regaining her senses. Then she went down to the ground and washed her face sober with cold water. While wiping her face, she wondered who killed him and who those people were.

It's a pity that all she knows is written narratives, no images, no names, so she doesn't know who is the murderer in the end.

This made her a little irritable. She wanted to know who they were, and then reminded Han Qingsong to grab them and shoot them all.

Taking a deep breath, she quickly suppressed the emotion, and then went to work with Li Gong and Wu Gong.

After half an hour, she had come out of her negative emotions. She firmly believes that her journey has changed everything, that the future of the children will be changed, and that of Han Qingsong will naturally be changed.

When he comes back, she still has to urge him to be more careful, absolutely not alone, it is best to be with others.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Han Qingsong returned from the commune below on a motorcycle. He headed north along Jiefang Avenue, and there was a bazaar to the west. This bazaar was new at the end of last year. Members of the brigade near the county seat came here to exchange food or other tickets with their own products.

Because there is not much oil and water, and there are no large materials, the county revolutionary committee market management office is too lazy to take care of it.

At this time, the trend of cutting tails and speculation has passed. Apart from the large-scale reselling of state-owned assets, no one is in charge of this kind of small business and hawker operations. It has only been a year, and people come and go every day.

Suddenly, there was a scream from the market, "Oh, move the knife, move the knife!"

"What about killing people?"

"Oh, killer, killer!"

The crowd at the market suddenly rushed to both sides like a tide, vacating the road in the middle, only to see several men chasing a man to beat, three of whom were still holding pig knives in their hands. The man who was chased saw Han Qingsong shouting for help and rushed over desperately.

Han Qingsong pressed his horn.

Those chasing behind stopped and looked at Han Qingsong alertly, "The Public Security Bureau can't control personal grievances, he was kidnapped, **** it!"

"Yes, he said to help us get ten pieces of cloth, and we gave him all the deposits, and he said it was out of stock, isn't it **** it?"

"My family is waiting for funerals and marriages. Isn't he delaying my major events?"

The man who ran for his life hid beside Han Qingsong's car, shivering, "Then, that can't blame me, I, I don't know why they are suddenly out of stock."

Han Qingsong glanced at him and saw that he was a man in his twenties, with an ordinary appearance and a medium build. He looked rather thin. He glanced at the knives, cotton trousers and cotton-padded jackets in the true color of black cloth, and horse-mouth cotton shoes on his feet, and he looked like a country man.

He said: "Go to the Public Security Bureau and record a statement."

"Sir, sir, forgive me, I really didn't do anything." The man was anxious, and some fellow villagers on the opposite side glanced at Han Qingsong and snorted, "Fortune telling you." They turned around and left.

The others just walked away with the knife in their hands, but one of them was holding the handle of the knife, the body of the knife resting on his arm. Han Qingsong's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes locked on him, and he activated the motorcycle's gas pedal to rush towards several people.

"What are you doing!" A few fellow villagers avoided panicking.

The person in front suddenly ran wildly. Since Han Qingsong doubted, he would not let him escape, and he would catch up with him in an instant. The man in front suddenly stopped and leaped to his side, with the knife across his chest, pushing and pulling out quickly. At this time, Han Qingsong was rushing over quickly, and he was about to hit the sharp blade in the next instant—

The passers-by were so scared to hold their breath, their eyes did not blink, and **** arrows flew as they watched the policeman about to be wiped on their necks.

At the close of the hair, Han Qingsong leaned to the left with the army-green watson quickly, and the sidecar on the right instantly cocked, and slapped the man severely.

The man was caught off guard, and the knife in his hand lost his head.

Han Qingsong stepped on the brakes on his feet, and the wrestler leaned back to the right. At the same time, his claws in his right hand grabbed the man's arm and slammed him with a knife on the mud floor in front of the car.

The man was stunned by being thrown to the ground, struggling to get up. Han Qingsong supported his left hand and jumped off the motorcycle like a falcon. He kicked the man who had just gotten up. When he landed, he bent his knees to suppress the man's body, and the handcuffs clicked and handcuffed the man back.

From the moment the man jumped up to when Han Qingsong threw him to the ground and handcuffed him in handcuffs, it was only an instant before and after.

The people at the market took a breath, it's so risky! Almost wiped his neck!

The breath that everyone was holding back was spit out, and then Han Qingsong was startled again. Why is the strength of the police so powerful?

They didn't see clearly how Han Qingsong did it. They only watched his mate tilted to the left and the car slapped the man, but they didn't see what happened behind him.

From the moment the man jumped up to when he lay on the ground in front of the car, it was just an instant.

"Okay!" The people in the market began to applaud, "Okay!"

Han Qingsong picked up the person directly, threw it into the sidecar, and picked up the picking knife on the ground. This is an eviscerating knife, sharpened and sharp, and there is a bloodletting slot in the middle, it is absolutely fatal to stabbing people.

He glanced back at the man in the sidecar, frowned slightly, and glanced at several fellows with knives. They were stabbed by his biting gaze so that they did not dare to look up, and the knives in their hands could hardly be held. Han Qingsong waved to them, and they obediently stepped forward.

Han Qingsong stretched out his hand, and they handed the knife to him obediently.

Han Qingsong: "Five fingers open, palms facing up."

Several people obediently followed suit.

Han Qingsong glanced at them one by one. These few were indeed farmers, and they had thick calluses from work on their hands. The cocoons polished with a hoe, a shackle, and a rope are naturally different from the cocoons made by practicing swords and guns. People with a discerning eye can see it at a glance.

He had doubts before seeing that the person's walking posture, footsteps, and knife gestures were different from those of other fellow villagers, so he saw that his suspicions were not wrong.

Han Qingsong glanced at the speculative man and motioned for him to come over. The man was so scared that he forgot to escape and had been standing on the side of the road. He was busy running over at this moment, "Comrade Public Security, what do you have to say?"

"first name."

"Fan, Fan New Year's Eve." The man had lingering fears, whether it was the knife holder or Han Qingsong, he was afraid. He even felt that the knife-bearer wanted to stab himself to death, and he and he didn't have any deep hatred.

Han Qingsong pointed to several other members, "You take them to the Public Security Bureau, and you will get one more offense."

On New Year's Eve, Fan quickly promised, "One, a lot." He turned around and said to several members: "Go, hurry up."

To speculate is to criticize and educate. The big deal is to write inspections and report to the Public Security Bureau every week to avoid being beaten. The members are even more okay, so they have nothing to fear.

When the few people left, Han Qingsong strolled around the market again, asking a few citizens to ask about the situation. The situation is similar to what they said, that is, a few people saw Fan New Year's Eve, recognized him, and rushed to chase after him.

"Are they any other accomplices?" Han Qingsong glanced at the crowd to see who had a guilty conscience and who retreated quietly, but found nothing.

Either there are really no accomplices, or the cover-up is good.

Things were a bit strange today. He didn't think anyone would dare to attack the police for no reason, but the man did assassinate him. This matter should not be underestimated.

He patrolled around, and there was an opinion in his heart. He stepped on the motorcycle and glanced at the man, "Name."

The man snorted, his eyes gloomy and he looked absolutely not afraid of death.

Han Qingsong raised his thick eyebrows slightly, raised his right leg and stepped on the man's chest with his foot, and when his wrist was turned over, the pig-killing knife slashed towards the man's neck.

The brutal sharpness in his eyes is even more frightening than the blade. The man's eyes suddenly widened, and he blurted out: "Pan Shinong!"

The blade stopped, and a cold line pressed against his neck, Pan Shinong shivered involuntarily.

Han Qingsong snorted softly, inserted the knife into the left side of the motorcycle, and started the motorcycle booming away.

After he left, an old man in the crowd looked at Han Qingsong's back, his eyes calm and calm like an ancient well. Wearing a black cloth jacket, copying his hands, and wearing a dog-skin hat, he was inconspicuous in the crowd. He stomped his feet, and said to the employee who sold the fence next to him: "It's really cold this day."

"It's not so bad. Brother, that police is really powerful and energetic! It's really a blessing to our common people to have such a person."

Several members who sold things were talking about it.

"It's not so bad, these **** have been doing too many petty thieves these days, and I was cut out the day before yesterday."

The old man copied his hands and sighed, "In this world, petty theft means paying two dollars, but for some people, it's hard to say who is good and who is bad."

He hummed a little song in his mouth, and walked away with his back slightly humped, "For thousands of years, the kings and losers, regardless of his emperors and generals, regardless of his magic and magic, the loess has made the ancients. Nowadays. Some wine is drunk now, a sip of wine and a sip of peanuts...crawling..."

He went slowly to an ordinary courtyard, patted the door twice, and someone opened the door immediately, and he walked in and his back stood up immediately.

"Father, what's it like?"

The old man sighed, "Everyone, let's get up, the time has not come."

"Is it so serious?"

"It's more serious. You guys are not showing up, are you?"

"Father, don't worry, he doesn't miss anything. He can't catch our elites. They are all small knots."

The old man was still there, holding his finger and muttering something, "Forget it is Bingchen, the sky is falling apart and the earth is cracking. It seems that the time has not arrived. I will wait for two months and see after the Chinese New Year."

"Father, then these boys?"

"Ha, what is their relationship? It just makes them accustomed to it. It is inevitable to do our business and deal with the police. It is inevitable to go in and out of the yamen, and the relationship with the public security is good. Our business has not been in the past since ancient times. Fighting alone, the police in Bai Dao, the knife head of the underworld licked blood. We are just eating in the middle, and the crime is not dead. Whoever takes us has nothing to do."

"Daddy is right."

"Remember, you guys, no one can kill anyone. As long as they don't owe their lives, it's easy to say anything."

"The old man taught it so."

"What a pity, what a pity." The old man shook his head.

"Father, what a pity?"

"It's a pity that kid, what a good kid. Hey..." The old man glanced at a circle of people in the room. Although all of them were shrewd and capable, they were talented, but it was a pity that he was unacceptable. There is always a feeling of no successor. Cultivating an heir is impossible for more than ten years. It is best to start teaching with children. Once you are old, you will have your own mind. If you are not familiar with it, you will not be straightforward, and it will be useless to tickle your boots.

Some people are not convinced: "No matter how good it is, we are not as good as our little girl."

"Yaya..." The old man was rather undecided. According to the original plan, Yaya could be the grandmother of the future grandmother, and the couple would take care of the man and the wife.

Originally the third child gave him a picture of the child, he thought it was good in every way, but he couldn't accept it easily, and he needed to observe for three or five years.

The plan is very good. After three or five years of observation, let the youngest teach some gadgets. After learning it, he will also have feelings and be loyal and start to cultivate it. By fifteen or sixteen, you can be alone, and by twenty, you can manage one's business. In this way, he can enjoy his old age and take care of his old age. When he returns to heaven, his seat can be passed to him.

It's a pity that the good plan was disrupted by Han Qingsong.

Hey, five years have passed. Although I have raised a few good children, they are not as good as those children, and all of them are not as good as Yaya. If that kid followed him, he would have been reborn a long time ago.

Thinking of this, he felt a bit resentful towards Han Qingsong, and his successor was lost.

But let me give it a try today, and he immediately wakes up, this person can't stand up to it, it's a cold stubble.

Good people do not fight with officials.

Let's wait another two years.

"The third child, you can go with me. You tell the second child to restrain him, be careful, and don't get overwhelmed. Han Qingsong is likely to pay attention to him." It is not easy to train a few bosses. It's a small ten years.

"Father, what about Pan's knife?"

"It's okay, he knows what to do, and Han Qingsong can't do anything about him. I gave Han Qingsong a knife to let him and Li Kuangjiu consume and consume, so I just exercised these little children to get them used to dealing with the police. Two more years. To do our job, you must first be calm, and you will be blessed if you have life."

"Yes."

"I'm leaving, and I won't come over the past two years. You don't have to look for me, and you won't find me."

Although there is a household registration system, it is really impossible to stop him.

The old man left the small courtyard with a middle-to-upper man who was wrapped up in an unusually tight manner. It was normal for the cold wind to go out in the winter, and no one would doubt it.

After leaving the courtyard, the old man and the youngest were walking on the road. He said: "It is estimated that our good days will really come after these two years. Then the second child’s prostitute, your gambling gate, the fourth child’s face The door, the fifth deception, the sixth theft, and the miscellaneous door, you are all in one. Remember, we don’t mix with those desperadoes, don’t rob the road, don’t rob, don’t kidnap, don’t rape. We are Huidao, we are not the underworld."

"Grandpa, my disciple remembered."

"Hey, what a nice boy, what a pity."

The old man muttered, copying his hands, and swaying to the station.

…

Back at the Public Security Bureau, Han Qingsong threw the man to the people below for interrogation. By the way, he asked them to pay attention to the few who were waiting to make a record together, and he went to Sun Zhuowen.

"The Korean Bureau is back." Sun Zhuowen said happily.

Han Qingsong's face is cold, "Send a notice to everyone, come to the county town to report tomorrow, and gather near the county town tonight."

Sun Zhuowen's expression was stunned, and he knew he had to vote, "Okay."

When Han Qingsong took the knife back to the office, he happened to run into Deputy Bureau Li.

Deputy Bureau Li smiled: "The Korean Bureau is back."

Han Qingsong ignored him and went straight into the office.

Deputy Bureau Li: I'm sloppy, you shove a fart. He cursed in his heart but felt wrong, and had to turn around and chase into the office, "Han Ju, what do you mean? Why did I offend you?"

Han Qingsong slapped the picking knife on the desk with a snap. The dirty handle was dull and dull. I don't know how much pig blood had been soaked. The dark blade and sharp blade were really a quick knife. I don't know how many pigs he had killed. .

Deputy Li's scalp numb, "I said Han Qingsong, what do you mean?"

Han Qingsong glanced at him, "Remind you."

Gao Weidong pushed the door in, only feeling that the air pressure in the room was so low that he could hardly make any progress. Seeing the knife and the tension between the two of them, he sighed, "This is...what's the situation? I didn't come at the right time? I said Li Ju, you are very courageous."

Dare to provoke Han Qingsong and fight him?

Deputy Bureau Li raked his hair with his hand, and said angrily: "Courage shit, I know what's going on? He, he..." He pointed at Han Qingsong with his fingers, "I didn't have a nose and a face when I came back. Shoot me a knife, what do you mean? You want to give me a knife?"

Gao Weidong actually knew something when he came in, he subconsciously took a light step, let alone him, the two of them combined were not enough for Han Qingsong. After all, those who got up from the lower ranks of the army and those who rose up from civilian cadres were not at the same level of strength.

Han Qingsong glanced at them and snorted, regardless of which knife left.

As soon as Han Qingsong left, the stagnant airflow in the room resumed surging, and the depressed atmosphere instantly eased.

Gao Weidong breathed a sigh of relief.

Deputy Bureau Li scolded: "Mystery horse stuff!" Fortunately, I always praised him before, and wanted to promote him. According to this, if he were the chief of his own authority, he would be the first public security officer to give Han Qingsong to the commune as a shit. Special commissioner!

Gao Weidong thought for a while, and probably knew what was going on. The county seat is under the control of Deputy Bureau Li. He is afraid that Han Qingsong will take credit for his work. Now he is so obsessed with it that no one is allowed to intervene. So those who are not doing their jobs properly and committing crimes are obliged to hear the wind and rush to hide when there is something to do in the county town.

Han Qingsong’s person is a commissioner of the commune’s public security, and there is no public security authority in the county. Not to mention arresting people, even normal inquiries are considered to be overstepped.

Deputy Bureau Li stared very closely.

This will undoubtedly hinder many of Han Qingsong's work and indirectly give shelter to lawbreakers.

But Deputy Bureau Li didn't care about this, the most important thing in his eyes was that his status could not be threatened by others!

At this time, the people below him came to report that Han Qingsong had arrested someone. In the interrogation room, Deputy Bureau Li was about to raise people immediately, "Why is he arresting people in the county? The trial is also our trial."

Gao Weidong said slowly: "Ju Li, you're afraid that you won't be able to get involved in this case."

Deputy Bureau Li glared at him.

Gao Weidong stretched out his index finger and pointed the knife cautiously: "This is a knife that assassinates the Korean Bureau. If you dare to assassinate the deputy director, of course the deputy director has to intervene personally. You really can't interfere."

Deputy Bureau Li was startled, someone assassinated Han Qingsong? His first thought, who? It's definitely not me the fuck! The second thought, this **** finally provokes public anger. Someone can't understand that he wants to be him? The third thought, **** it, who is tired and crooked to compare strength with Han Qingsong? Finally, Damn, do it in Lao Tzu's territory. Isn't this giving Han Qingsong a chance to intervene? If you have the ability, you kill him outside the county seat, killing him 800 times, I will leave it alone.

Therefore, in this case, Deputy Bureau Li cannot intervene, do nothing, or make small moves. Because if he moved, Han Qingsong could doubt if he was involved.

Therefore, Deputy Bureau Li not only couldn't move, but he had to cooperate honestly, wishing that Han Qingsong quickly repaid his innocence.

The happiest thing is Sun Zhuowen, haha. He was pressed by Deputy Li's subordinates before, and he was so angry that he wanted to return to the commune. At this moment, the Korean Bureau is trying to hear the case. What information is needed to ask what is the situation? One who dares not cooperate.

There was nothing on the surface of this case. It was not a case. Fan New Year's Eve knew a few people from the textile factory and was able to resell fabrics from others. He reselled everywhere, and when he arrived at the Jiashan brigade, he drank some wine and bragged as soon as he went up, telling others that he wanted to get as much as he wanted. The village happened to have the need for ceremonial occasions, and the filial son wanted to express that there must be no less white cloth in linen and filial piety, but the cloth ticket and the filial attire were not available, so I wanted to buy it with Fan New Year's Eve. As a result, Fan couldn't get it out on New Year's Eve, because the people in the textile factory didn't promise him so much, which delayed other filial sons from showing their filial piety.

There is no trick to iterate over and over again.

For this matter, Pan Shinong would not be allowed to use a knife to attack the police, unless he made a purposeful attack, then he knew Han Qingsong and rushed to him. And Han Qingsong consciously has no grudges with these people. If he is hated by others, it is because of official duties.

Han Qingsong admitted that he did not have any unjust, false, or wrong cases in his official duties. After all, he didn't handle too many large cases, so he wouldn't let people come up and stabbed them.

Intuition tells him that there is something in it.

He listened outside for a while, walked into the interrogation room, and said that the interrogation room was nothing more than a small room with a table and three chairs. Pan Shinong was handcuffed and sat on a chair, opposite a police officer and Sun Zhuowen. I asked it many times, but I couldn't ask anything.

Han Qingsong picked up the transcript and looked at it, and glanced at Pan Shinong casually, "Which policeman do you have a grudge against?"

"Public security has no good things!" Pan Shinong snorted coldly, his eyes were dark, it seems that he hates the public security, and it doesn't matter who it is.

Sun Zhuowen slapped the table, "There are bad and good public security, I don't think there is a good thing for a bad person like you!"

Han Qingsong saw that he didn't say anything, so he said to Sun Zhuowen: "Go to his brigade to check and see if there is any old love."

Sun Zhuowen went to arrange.

Han Qingsong walked to Pan Shinong and took a look at him, "Who taught you this trick?"

Pan Shinong: "No one teaches."

Han Qingsong: "Ordinary people don't have such skill and skill." Originally, he ran, suddenly stopped and jumped back, and he had to shoot the sword in an instant, unless he could not do it after practice.

Pan Shinong just didn't admit that he only said that he practiced, so he would do three or four tricks.

Han Qingsong didn't force a confession, so he was locked up properly, "When Luo Haicheng comes, give him to Luo Haicheng, no one else is allowed to approach him."

"Korean game, don't worry. I will guard him."

Han Qingsong wouldn't doubt that it was Li Deputy Bureau's arrangement or that it would shut down. It was not so complicated, but he also wanted to use this person to make a fuss and break the gap in the county seat. Li Kuangjiu's site-planning behavior really hindered his work.

He took advantage of this opportunity to transfer Luo Haicheng and those people, concentrated on sorting out the county town, focusing on assaults, and fighting the arrogance of the new gangs.

Since last year, criminals such as thieves, burglaries, fortune-telling, and scams have increased again. Fortunately, because of strict control, there have been no road robberies or house robberies, and no lives have been killed. But this is also enough to disrupt public order and cause a very bad impact on the citizens and members of the community.

Ordinary people would only say why there are more thieves recently and can't think of anything else.

Han Qingsong knows that no thief is isolated. The thief does not appear out of thin air, nor does it happen out of thin air. They are organized and trained. He has reason to suspect that it is a group of people who abducted Dawang a few years ago. At that time, he caught some Xiaoluo, but the first few people did not catch them.

After several years, they have trained new members again, it is entirely possible. Li Kuangjiu's inaction is simply a hotbed for these gangs!

Of course, there may be more than one gang.

Han Qingsong arranged for a walk outside and tried his mind. After walking twice on Renmin Road, he saw Lin Lan coming back on his bicycle.

"Brother! When did you come back?" Lin Lan was so happy to see him appear in front of her eyes, especially at noon when she remembered such an unhappy thing. At this moment, she was so excited that she could no longer ride her bicycle and went straight. He ran into it.

Han Qingsong didn't evade, grabbing the head of the car with his big hand, holding the bicycle steady, and holding Lin Lan down as soon as his arm stretched out.

He said: "I've been back for a while."

Lin Lan saw a trace of fatigue between his eyebrows, and said distressed: "Did you not take a good rest and eat these days?" She tiptoed, climbed his arm, and smoothed his eyebrows.

He held her hand and held the handlebar with the other hand, "I'm resting, let's borrow from the brigade below." Seeing her staring at him intently, her eyes soft and nostalgic, suddenly made him feel a little soft, adding Said: "Eat very well, their brigade just killed a pig."

Lin Lan laughed, "Oh, there is pork to eat, my life is not rough. Let's go home early to cook and eat."

Han Qingsong nodded: "Now go back."

The two returned to the Revolutionary Committee, and Han Qingsong went to talk to Sun Zhuowen, and waited for Luo Haicheng to hand over the case to him.

"Tell him about the clearance plan, he knows."

Sun Zhuowen: "Good."

Lin Lan went back to her office and went home with Han Qingsong.

The children just came home from school, and when they saw the two came back, Sanwang and Xiaowang rushed over, and one of them threw on Lin Lan.

Xiaowang: "Mother, I miss you so much."

Sanwang: "Officer Lin, what a coincidence."

Lin Lan snapped his forehead, "How about class today?"

Sanwang: "Seriously, more serious than swimming, don't worry."

Da Wang, Mai Sui, and Er Wang followed them, and Er Wang opened the door. At this time, the Gao Ling brothers also ran over.

"Uncle Han, Aunt Lin." The brothers greeted them politely.

Gao Yu was forced by his brother, with a face of reluctance, and he didn't dare to move in front of Dawang.

Han Qingsong nodded, Erwang opened the door, and he followed in.

Gao Ling said, "Han Wangguo, play basketball together tomorrow?"

Dawang: "Look at it and talk about it."

He is going to train.

Seeing that he didn't mean to invite their house to play, Gao Ling was very disappointed and glanced at Mai Sui again. As a result, Mai Sui had already pushed Sanwang Xiaowang's home, without even giving him a look.

Gao Ling: "..." is enough, where did he offend her?

Gao Yu pulled him and told him to leave quickly. If he was sick, he had to get in front of Han Wangguo. How could he abuse you if he wanted him to kick you.

Lin Lan looked back and saw that the two were still at the door, wondering whether to invite them over to play.

Dawang: "I want to play with you after dinner."

Gao Ling laughed immediately, "Okay, then I'll wait for you."

After entering the house, Lin Lan's family cooks first.

I have the cured chicken and bacon that I stocked before. They are frozen in a small tank in the yard and covered with a board. At this moment, I take a piece of bacon out to wash and dissolve. Make a stewed cabbage with bacon and bean curd, stew with other pickles, distill the dough rolls, and cook a few sweet potatoes in the stove.

Because the two kangs have to be heated, the other pot will make a seaweed egg drop soup.

Sanwang Xiaowang helped burn the fire, and Erwang and Maisui cooked.

After filling the pot, Erwang looked at the rolls at home and had to steam the rolls tomorrow.

Now their family life is better. They basically eat thin noodles. Their daily staple food is thin noodles, steamed buns and rolls. They no longer make cornmeal and thin noodles. Cornmeal is reserved for corn mash, pancakes, and mixed with sweet potatoes, millet, soybeans, etc. Sorghum is no longer eaten.

The steamed Famian pancake rolls are naturally much more delicious than those from the dead-mianyang. They are tender and soft, have a good taste, and nourish the stomach. If they are eaten, they are easy to heartburn.

After dinner, Mai Sui and Er Wang led the two younger brothers to do homework and study, and Da Wang went to Gao Ling to play.

Sanwang saw that Xiaowang returned to the ranks of good children who love to learn in just a few days. He had to behave like a child who loved to learn. Even if he pretended, he had to pretend to be decent.

After finishing his homework, Xiaowang made a very simple song with the English words he hadn't learned much. The melody was bright and concise, and it made people feel happy to sing.

He also asked his second brother to play the guitar to accompany him.

When Lin Lan and Han Qingsong came back from a walk, they happened to hear the children singing, and her heart fell to the ground all at once, very practical.

She asked Han Qingsong to wash up early.

They installed a simple shower device in the bathroom. There is a stove in the house, and the hot water is constant, so the shower is convenient. She asked Han Qingsong to take a hot bath and came back to sleep comfortably.

Lin Lan did not wait for the children tonight, so she and Han Qingsong turned off the lights first. The children also know that Han Qingsong has not been at home and went to the countryside to work hard these days. He no longer speaks loudly, closed the door and the radio, and read the questions, quietly.

Lin Lan lay motionless with something in her heart.

Han Qingsong rolled over and hugged her, "What do you think?"

Lin Lan smiled: "I'm sleeping, what can I think of."

Han Qingsong hugged her in his arms, kissed her, and gently touched her smooth back with his big hands, "It's less than nine o'clock." It was a bit early.

Lin Lan: "Do you want to find Luo Haicheng at night?"

"No, he knows how to do it." He recently went to the countryside with Luo Haicheng and Han Qingyun. Luo Haicheng grew faster than Han Qingyun, so he let Luo Haicheng take charge of this, and let Han Qingyun also manage the collective work of the communes.

"Three brothers, is there any danger for you to go to the countryside?" Lin Lan put his arm on his head and moved closer to him. As long as he is there, the bed will always be warm.

"What's the danger? No. It's just ordinary people, starting quarrels, and conflicts with the cadres of the brigade, it doesn't matter." Han Qingsong said.

"Then what's going on today?" Lin Lan didn't ask or say anything when she was in the Revolutionary Committee, but she was said to be in danger today when the Korean Bureau was in danger. A man wanted to chop him with a knife, but she was frightened. jump.

Although she saw Han Qingsong doing well first, and then she heard that someone was using a knife, her heart was still a little nervous.

With this man, is there anything else?

Han Qingsong: "Someone is fighting in the bazaar, I will go to the fight and bring people back for questioning by the way."

The few members who bought the cloth were poor, lower-middle peasants, and their education was down. The knives could not be confiscated, and they had to be returned to them, so they were released.

However, Pan Shinong and Fan New Year's Eve had to be detained for a while, let's talk about them.

He was afraid that Lin Lan would be worried, so naturally he refused to say that Pan Shinong's knife was directed at him. To be honest, if he saw Pan Shinong playing a knife on other occasions, he would boast that he played well. At this moment, I caught him by myself, and naturally I had to interrogate where I learned this sword technique, who I learned it from, and so on.

Although learning a sword is not against the law, many people in the countryside have served as soldiers or learned from martial arts in the old society, but there must be traces to follow. As long as he speaks it out, he can let people go and check it to see what the source is doing, the light that is not visible.

If you are not afraid of meeting people, Pan Shinong will naturally say.

However, Pan Shinong repeatedly said that his sword technique is a family tradition. His father used to do two tricks and taught him that he could learn it without a teacher, and he would learn more if he practiced more.

Han Qingsong didn't doubt it, and waited tomorrow to investigate and ask at Pan Shi's farmhouse to see what the villagers' neighbors said.

Lin Lan put her face on his chest and said softly: "Brother, you must protect yourself. Bad people can't be caught. If the water is clear, there will be no fish, and if the water is clear, there will be no fish. If there are people, there will be no evil. There are good people and bad people. You only need to catch those who are guilty of crimes, and you will be punished severely if you catch them. Those who are not important, let their parents educate them."

After all, they are just a few police officers. If they catch the thieves all over the city, how can they catch them? If they are caught, they can't be punished severely. At most, they will educate and scold them and consume energy.

In modern society, the public security system is well developed, and there are only a lot more bad actors.

Han Qingsong turned over and lay down, letting her lie on her chest to stretch out, "You're right."

"Unless we have great confidence in catching turtles in the urn, we can't push each other to the Jedi. If there is room, they will have concerns and dare not take risks. Once they enter the Jedi, they will easily die if they have no nostalgia. We can't touch them with ourselves. Those crude rubble." Lin Lan lay on his chest and raised her head. Although the light in the room was extremely dim, she could still look at his face accurately.

Her voice was unprecedentedly gentle, with an insignificant request, and it was also unprecedentedly beautiful in his ears, which made him unable to refuse.

He can no longer care about his life and death like he was in the army.

He pressed her head against him, kissed her, "Listen to you."

Lin Lan laughed, lying on his chest, "Third brother, you are so kind."

He lost his mind and rolled over to cover her under him, "It can be better."

Lin Lan: "It's weird to go to the countryside, let's sleep..."

He didn't want to talk anymore, just wanted to use his actions to show that he really wanted to sleep with her.