Thinking of this, Lin Lan broke out 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 feel uncomfortable.
She held herself on the small wooden bed and rested for a long time before she regained her senses. Then she washed her face with icy cold water and sobered her face. While wiping her face, she wondered who killed him and who those people were.
It's a pity that all she knows is the text description, no images, no names, so she doesn't know who the murderer is.
This made her a little irritable. She wanted to know who they were, and then reminded Han Qingsong to arrest him and shoot them all.
Taking a deep breath, she quickly suppressed the emotion, and then went to work with Li Gong and Wu Gong.
Half an hour later, she had come out of her negative emotions. She firmly believes that her time travel has changed everything, the future of the children will be changed, and the future of Han Qingsong will naturally be changed.
When he comes back, she still has to remind him to be more careful. He must not act alone, it is better to be with others.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Han Qingsong came back from the commune below on a motorcycle. He went north along Jiefang Avenue, and there was a bazaar in the west. This bazaar newly appeared at the end of last year. All members of the brigade near the county seat came here to exchange for food or other tickets with their own products.
Because there is not much oil and water, and there is no big material, the market management office of the county revolutionary committee does not bother to manage.
At this moment, the trend of cutting tails and speculating is over. Except for the large-scale reselling of state-owned assets, no one cares about the actions of small traders and hawkers of their own. It has only been a year, but it has become a climate, and people come and go every day.
Suddenly, screams came from the market, "Oh, let's move the knife, move the knife!"
"What's the point of killing someone?"
"Oh, kill, kill, kill!"
The crowd at the market suddenly rushed to both sides like a tide, leaving the road in the middle, and I saw several men chasing a man to fight, three of whom were still holding pig-killing knives in their hands. When the person being chased saw Han Qingsong, he shouted for help and rushed over desperately.
Han Qingsong pressed the horn.
Those chasing behind stopped and looked at Han Qingsong alertly, "The Public Security Bureau can't handle personal grievances, he was kidnapped and deceived, damn it!"
"Yes, he said to help us get ten pieces of cloth, we will give him the deposit, and he said that there is no stock, what the hell?"
"Our family is waiting for the funeral, waiting for marriage, isn't he delaying our important affairs?"
The man who ran for his life hid beside Han Qingsong's car, trembling, "Well, that's not my fault, I, I don't know why they suddenly ran out of stock."
Han Qingsong glanced at him, and saw that he was a man in his twenties, with an ordinary appearance, a medium build, and looked quite thin. He glanced again at the few people with knives, cotton trousers and jackets in black cloth, and horse-mouth cotton shoes on their feet. At first glance, they looked like country men.
He said, "Go to the Public Security Bureau to record a statement."
"Sir, sir, please forgive me, I really have nothing to do." The man was anxious, and some fellow villagers across from Han Qingsong glanced at Han Qingsong and snorted, "It's your fate." They turned away.
The others just walked away with their swords in their hands, but one of them was holding the handle of the sword and the body of the sword was attached to his arm. Han Qingsong narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes locked on him, and he started the gas pedal of the motorcycle and rushed towards a few people.
"What, what!" Several fellow villagers fled in panic.
The man in front suddenly started to run wildly. Since Han Qingsong doubted, he would not let him escape, and he caught up in an instant. The man in front suddenly stopped and turned to his side, jumped up, and quickly pushed and pulled the knife across his chest. At this time, Han Qingsong was rushing over quickly, and he was about to hit the sharp blade in the next moment—
The passers-by held their breaths in fright, and their eyes did not blink as they watched the police officer who was about to be wiped on the neck, and the bloody arrows flew.
In the nick of time, Han Qingsong with the army green scorpion quickly tilted to the left, the sidecar on the right tilted up instantly, and "bang" slapped the man hard all at once.
The man was caught off guard, and the knife in his hand lost its alignment.
Han Qingsong slammed on the brakes, he leaned back to the right, and at the same time, his right hand became a claw and grabbed the man's arm.
The man was stunned when he fell 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 got up with one foot. When he landed, he bent his knees to suppress the man's body, and the handcuffs clicked, and the man was handcuffed backwards.
From the man jumping up to the moment Han Qingsong threw him to the ground and handcuffed him, it was only a matter of moments before and after.
Everyone in the market was gasping for breath, so dangerous! Almost got wiped on the neck!
The breath that everyone held back was spit out, and then Han Qingsong was startled again. Why is this police force so strong
They didn't see clearly how Han Qingsong did it, they only watched him lean to the left, Che Dou photographed the man, but couldn't see what happened behind him.
From the time the man jumped up to the moment he lay on the ground in front of the car, it was just an instant.
"Good!" The people in the market began to applaud, "Good!"
Han Qingsong grabbed the man directly, threw it into the sidecar, and picked up the pick knife on the ground. This is a boning knife, sharp and sharp, and there is a bloodletting slot in the middle. If you stab someone, it will definitely kill you.
He glanced back at the man in the sidecar, frowned slightly, and then glanced at a few fellows with knives. They were so pierced by his piercing gaze that they dared not look up, and the knives in their hands could hardly be grasped. Han Qingsong waved to them, and they obediently stepped forward.
Han Qingsong stretched out his hand, and they obediently handed the knife to him.
Han Qingsong: "Five fingers open, palm facing up."
Several people followed suit obediently.
Han Qingsong glanced at them one by one, and they were indeed farmers, with thick calluses on their hands. There is a natural difference between the cocoon produced by taking a hoe, a big shovel, a fiber rope, etc., and the cocoon produced by practicing a knife and gun, and a discerning person can see it at a glance.
He used to look at the person's walking posture, footsteps, and hand gestures with a knife before he had doubts, so his suspicions were not wrong.
Han Qingsong glanced at the opportunistic man and motioned for him to come over. The man was so frightened that he forgot to run away and had been standing by the side of the road. At this moment, he rushed over, "Comrade Public Security, what are your orders?"
"name."
"Fan, Fan on New Year's Eve." The man had lingering fears, whether it was the one with the knife or Han Qingsong, he was afraid. He even thought that the guy with the knife wanted to stab him to death, and he didn't have any deep hatred with him.
Han Qingsong pointed to a few other members, "You take them to the Public Security Bureau, and if you lose one crime, you will get another class."
Fan New Year's Eve quickly assured, "One, one is quite a lot." He turned around and said to several members, "Let's 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, so as not to be beaten. The members are even finer, so they have nothing to be afraid of.
After those few people left, Han Qingsong strolled around the market again and asked a few citizens about the situation. The situation was similar to what they said, but when a few people saw Fan New Year's Eve, they recognized him and rushed over to chase after him.
"Do they have other accomplices?" Han Qingsong glanced at the crowd to see who was guilty and who quietly retreated, but found nothing.
Either it really has no accomplices, or it's a good cover up.
Things were a bit strange today. He didn't think that someone dared to kill the police for no reason, but the man did assassinate him, and this matter should not be underestimated.
He took a look around, and he had an idea in his heart. He stepped on the motorcycle and glanced at the man, "Name."
The man snorted, his eyes were cloudy, 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 turned the wrist and slashed the pig-killing knife towards the man's neck.
The ruthless sharpness in his eyes was even more frightening than the edge of a blade. The man's eyes widened suddenly, and he blurted out, "Pan Shinong!"
The blade of the blade stopped, and the icy line pressed against his neck, and Pan Shinong shivered involuntarily.
Han Qingsong snorted lightly, inserted the knife into the cross pocket on the left side of the motorcycle, and started the motorcycle to blast away.
After he left, a humble old man in the crowd looked at Han Qingsong's back, his eyes as calm as an ancient well. He was wearing a black cloth coat, his hands were crossed, and he was wearing a dog skin hat, making him inconspicuous among the crowd. He stomped his feet, and said to the commune who sold the hedge next to him, "It's so cold today."
"It's not that bad. Brother, that police officer is really powerful and energetic! It's really a blessing for us common people to have such a person."
Several members who were selling things were talking about it.
"It's not that, these bastards have been thieves too much these days, and I was taken out of my pocket the day before yesterday."
The old man folded his hands and sighed, "In this world, thieves are just two dollars, but some people pay for their lives. It's hard to say who is good and who is bad."
As he spoke, he hummed a little tune, and staggered away with a slightly hunched back, "For thousands of years, kings and losers have been conquered. If you are drunk now, take a sip of wine and peanuts... chug a mile..."
He walked slowly to an ordinary courtyard, patted the door twice, and someone opened the door immediately, and he straightened his back immediately when he walked in.
"Dad, how are you?"
The old man sighed, "Everyone goes to yourselves, be honest, the time has not come."
"Is it really that serious?"
"It's more serious. You didn't show anything, did you?"
"Don't worry, Dad, there is no leakage, he can't catch our elites, they are all small locks."
The old man was still there holding his fingers and thinking, "It's Bingchen, it's a good time for the sky to fall. It seems that the time has not come, wait two more months, and look at it after the new year."
"Dad, what about these boys?"
"Ha, what does it have to do with them, just to get them used to it. In our line of business, dealing with the public security bureau is inevitable. The yamen is often in and out, and the relationship with the public security is good. We have not been in this line since ancient times. Fighting alone, the police of the white way, the knife head of the underworld licking blood. We are just a middle-of-the-road scumbag, and we won't die if we don't commit crimes.
"Dad is right."
"Remember, you guys, no one can take their lives. As long as they don't owe their lives, it's easy to say."
"Dad taught me that."
"It's a pity, a pity." The old man shook his head.
"Dad, what a pity?"
"It's a pity that child, what a good child. Hey..." The old man glanced at the people in the room, although all of them were shrewd and capable, but unfortunately they couldn't bear the mantle. There is always a feeling that there is no successor. It is impossible to cultivate an heir without a decade or so. It is best to start teaching it from the child. Once you are old and have your own mind, if you are not familiar with it, you will be useless.
Some people are not convinced: "No matter how good it is, it is not as good as our little girl."
"Yaya..." The old man was a little undecided. According to the original plan, Yaya could be the grandmother in the future, and the husband and wife would take care of the man and the mother-in-law.
Originally, the third child gave him the image of the child. He felt that it was all good, but he could not accept it easily. It still took three years and five years to observe.
The plan is very good. After observing for three years and five years, let the third child teach some gadgets. After learning it, you will also have feelings and be loyal, and then start to cultivate it well. When you are fifteen or sixteen, you can be on your own, and when you are twenty, you can almost manage one side's business. In this way, he will be able to enjoy his old age in peace and old age, and when he returns to heaven, his seat will be passed on to him.
Unfortunately, the good plan was disrupted by Han Qingsong.
Hey, five years have passed. Although I have raised several good children, they are not as good as that child, and they are not as good as Yaya. If that child had followed him, he would have been reborn long ago.
Thinking of this, he felt a little resentful towards Han Qingsong, and the good heir was gone.
However, when someone tried it today, he immediately woke up. This person can't be tough, he's a cold and tough guy.
Good people do not fight with officials.
And wait another two years.
"Third, you can come with me. Tell the second, let him be more restrained, be careful, and don't get carried away. Han Qingsong is likely to pay attention to him." It is not easy to cultivate a few heads. It's ten years.
"Dad, what about Pan Daozi?"
"It's okay, he knows what to do, and Han Qingsong can't do anything to him. I gave Han Qingsong a knife and let him and Li Kuangjiu consume it. It happened to also exercise these children and let them get used to dealing with the police. It will be another two years. To do our business, first of all, you have to be calm, and you will be blessed if you have life."
"Yes."
"I'm gone, and I won't come here for two years. You don't have to look for me, and you can't find me."
Although there is a household registration system, he can't stop him from all over the world.
The old man left the small courtyard with a person with an upper-middle stature who was very tightly wrapped. In the winter, the wind was piercing, and it was normal to go out and wrap his head and belly, and no one would doubt it.
After leaving the courtyard, the old man and the third child were walking on the road. He said, "It is estimated that after two years, our good times will really come. At that time, the second child's prostitution door, your gambling door, and the fourth child's relationship. The door, the fifth liar, the sixth thief, the miscellaneous door, you are all in one. Remember, we don't mix with those outlaws, we don't rob the road, we don't rob, we don't kidnap tickets, we don't rape. We are Gray Dao, we are not underworld.”
"Grandpa, this disciple remembers it."
"Hey, what a good boy, what a pity."
The old man muttered, waving his hands, and swaying to the station.
…
Back at the Public Security Bureau, Han Qingsong threw the man to the people below for interrogation, and asked them to pay attention to the few who came later to make a record together, and he went to Sun Zhuowen.
"The Korean Bureau is back." Sun Zhuo was delighted.
Han Qingsong's face was cold, "Send a notice to everyone, come to the county town tomorrow to report, and gather near the county town tonight."
Sun Zhuowen's expression froze, knowing that he would make a big vote, "Okay."
When Han Qingsong returned to the office with the knife, he happened to meet Deputy Director 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 suck at it. He cursed in his heart but felt it was wrong, and he had to turn around and chase into the office, "Ju Han, what do you mean? Why did I offend you?"
Han Qingsong slapped the pick knife on the desk with a slap. The dirty handle was so dark that he didn't know how much pig blood had been soaked in. The dark blade and the sharp blade were really a fast knife. I didn't know how many pigs it had killed. .
Deputy Director Li's scalp went numb, "I said Han Qingsong, what do you mean?"
Han Qingsong glanced at him, "Just to remind you."
Gao Weidong pushed open the door and came in, only to feel that the air pressure in the room was so low that he could hardly make any progress. Seeing the knife and the tense atmosphere between the two of them, he groaned, "This is... what's the situation? I didn't come at the right time? I said Bureau Li, you are very courageous."
Dare to provoke Han Qingsong and want to duel with him
Deputy Bureau Li tugged at his hair with his hand and said angrily: "Courageous ass, I know what's going on? He, he..." He pointed at Han Qingsong with his fingers, "As soon as I come back, I have no nose or face, slap. Shoot me a knife, what does that mean? You want to give me a knife?"
Gao Weidong actually knew something when he came in. He subconsciously took his steps lightly, not to mention him, the two of them together were not enough for Han Qingsong to beat him. After all, those who rise up from the lower ranks of the army are not at the same level of strength as those who rise up from civilian cadres.
Han Qingsong glanced at the two of them, snorted lightly, and walked away regardless of the knife.
As soon as Han Qingsong left, the stagnant airflow in the room resumed, and the repressed atmosphere instantly relaxed.
Gao Weidong breathed a sigh of relief.
Deputy Bureau Li scolded: "Gods and horses!" Fortunately, he always praised him before and wanted to promote him. According to this, if he was the head of the government, he would be the first to kick Han Qingsong to the commune as a bullshit police officer. Commissioner!
Gao Weidong thought about it, and roughly knew what was going on. The county seat is under the management of Deputy Bureau Li. He is afraid that Han Qingsong will take the credit. As a result, those who are not doing their jobs properly and who commit crimes must always follow the news, run to hide when they have something to do, and do things in the county town.
Han Qingsong's people are the public security commissioners of the commune, and there is no public security power in the county seat. Not to mention arresting people, even normal inquiries are beyond the limit.
Deputy Director Li was watching closely.
This undoubtedly hampered many of Han Qingsong's work, and indirectly gave refuge to lawbreakers.
But Deputy Director Li doesn't care about this, the most important thing in his eyes is that his status cannot be threatened!
At this time, the people under him came to report that Han Qingsong had arrested the person. In the interrogation room, Deputy Bureau Li immediately went to bring the person up, "Why did he arrest the person in the county seat? The trial is also our trial."
Gao Weidong said slowly, "Ju Li, I'm afraid you won't be able to get involved in this case."
Deputy Director Li glared at him.
Gao Weidong stretched out his index finger and carefully pointed at the knife: "This is the knife that stabbed the Korean Bureau. If you dare to stab the deputy director, of course the deputy director has to personally ask, 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 bastard finally provoked public anger, some people can't stand him and want to do him? The third thought, what the fuck, who is tired and crooked to compare his strength with Han Qingsong? In the end, again, motherfucker, you're on Lao Tzu's site, isn't this giving Han Qingsong a chance to intervene? If you have the ability, you can kill him outside the county seat, killing him eight hundred times and leaving him alone.
Therefore, in this case, Deputy Bureau Li could not intervene, do anything else, or make small moves. Because if he moved, Han Qingsong could doubt whether he was involved.
Therefore, Deputy Director Li not only couldn't move, but also had to cooperate honestly. He wished that Han Qingsong could quickly restore his innocence.
The happiest thing is Sun Zhuowen, haha, he was suppressed by Li's subordinates before, and he was so angry that he wanted to go back to the commune. Now that the Korean Bureau is trying the case, what information is needed and what is the situation? One who dare not cooperate.
This case is nothing on the surface. It is not a case. It is that Fan New Year's Eve knows a few people in the textile factory and can resell fabrics from them. He sold them everywhere, and when he got to Jiashan Brigade, he drank a little wine, and as soon as he got up, he bragged, telling people how much he wanted to get. There is a need for weddings and weddings in the village. The son of filial piety wants to express that there is no shortage of white cloths to wear linen and filial piety. As a result, Fan New Year's Eve couldn't come out, because the people in the textile factory did not promise him so much, which delayed the filial piety of others.
There is no trick to over and over again.
Just like this, Pan Shinong wouldn't let Pan Shinong use a knife to kill the police, unless he shot with a purpose, then he knew about Han Qingsong and came to him. And Han Qingsong felt that he had no grudge against these people. If he was hated by others, it was because of official business.
Han Qingsong admits that there is no wrongdoing in his official business. After all, he has not handled too many cases, so that people will not stab them when they come up.
Intuition tells him that there is something going on here.
He listened outside for a while, then walked into the interrogation room, saying that the interrogation room was just 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 several times, but couldn't find anything.
Han Qingsong picked up the transcript and looked at it, then glanced at Pan Shinong casually, "Which police officer do you have a grudge against?"
"There's nothing good about the police!" Pan Shinong snorted coldly, his eyes gloomy, as if he hated the police, and it didn't matter who he was.
Sun Zhuowen slapped the table, "There are good and bad police officers, but I don't think there is any good thing for a bad person like you!"
When Han Qingsong didn't say anything, he said to Sun Zhuowen, "Go to his brigade to check and see if there is any old relationship."
Sun Zhuowen went to arrange it.
Han Qingsong walked over to Pan Shinong and looked at him, "Who taught you this trick?"
Pan Shinong: "No one taught me."
Han Qingsong: "Ordinary people don't have such ingenuity and swordsmanship." Originally running, he suddenly stopped and jumped back, and he had to use the sword in an instant, unless he had practiced, he couldn't do it at all.
Pan Shinong didn't admit that he only said that he practiced, and he would do three or four tricks like this.
Han Qingsong did not force a confession, so he had him locked up first, "When Luo Haicheng arrives, hand him over to Luo Haicheng, and no one else is allowed to approach him."
"Han Bureau, don't worry. I'll guard him."
Han Qingsong would not suspect that it was arranged by Deputy Bureau Li or that he would be silenced. It is 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 territorial behavior really hindered his work.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he transferred Luo Haicheng and those people over, focused on sorting out the county seat, focused on assault, and attacked the arrogance of the new gangs.
Since last year, there have been more thieves, burglaries, fortune-telling, and scams. Fortunately, because of the strict control, there has been no road robbery or burglary, and no human life has been reported. But this is enough to disrupt public order and have a very bad impact on the citizens and members of the community.
Ordinary people will only talk about why there have been more thieves recently, and can't think of anything else.
However, Han Qingsong knows that no thief is isolated, and that thieves do not appear out of thin air, nor do they happen out of thin air. They are organized and trained. He had reason to suspect that it was a group of people who joined the group a few years ago. At that time, he caught some minor minions, but not the top ones.
After a few years, they train new members, it's entirely possible. Li Kuangjiu's inaction is simply a breeding ground for these gangs!
Of course, there may be more than one gang.
After making arrangements, Han Qingsong went outside for a walk, sifting through his thoughts, and after two trips on Renmin Road, he saw Lin Lan came back on a bicycle.
"Third brother! When did you come back?" Lin Lan couldn't be happier to see him appear in front of him, especially in the afternoon, when he remembered such an unhappy thing, he was so excited that he would not be able to ride his bicycle, and rushed straight ahead. Hit him.
Han Qingsong didn't dodge either, grabbing the head of the bike with a big hand, steadying the bike, and holding Lin Lan down with his arms outstretched.
He said, "It's been a while since I came back."
Lin Lan saw a trace of fatigue in his eyebrows, and said distressedly: "Have you not had a good rest and eat these days?" She stood on tiptoe, clinging to his arm, smoothing his eyebrows.
He held her hand and held the handlebars with the other, "Rest now, I'll borrow from the brigade below." Seeing her staring at him, her eyes soft and nostalgic, suddenly made him feel a little soft, adding Said: "It's very good, their brigade happened to kill a pig."
Lin Lan laughed, "Oh, there is still pork to eat, so small life is not rough. Let's go home early tonight to cook and eat."
Han Qingsong nodded: "I'll go back now."
The two returned to the Revolutionary Committee, and Han Qingsong went to talk to Sun Zhuowen, and waited for Luo Haicheng to come and hand over the case to him.
"Tell him the clearing plan, he knows."
Sun Zhuowen: "Okay."
Lin Lan went back to her office and went home with Han Qingsong.
The children also just came home from school, and when they saw the two returning, Sanwang and Xiaowang rushed over, each of them pounced on Lin Lan.
Xiaowang: "Mother, I miss you so much."
Sanwang: "Mr. Lin, what a coincidence."
Lin Lan flicked his forehead, "How was class today?"
Sanwang: "I'm very serious, even more serious than swimming, don't worry."
Da Wang, Mai Sui, and Er Wang followed behind them, Er Wang opened the door, and the Gao Ling brothers also ran over.
"Uncle Han, Aunt Lin." The brothers greeted politely.
Gao Yu was forced by his brother, with a reluctant expression on his face, he didn't dare to approach Da Wang.
Han Qingsong nodded, Erwang opened the door, and he followed.
Gao Ling said, "Han Wangguo, will we play basketball together tomorrow?"
Dawang: "Look at it and then talk about it."
He's still going to practice driving.
Seeing that he didn't mean to invite their family to play, Gao Ling was very disappointed and glanced at Mai Sui again. As a result, Mai Sui had already pushed Sanwang Xiaowang's house, and didn't even give him a look.
Gao Ling: "..." is enough, where did he offend her
Gao Yu pulled him and told him to leave quickly. He was ill, so he had to go to Han Wangguo to get him to kick you. How could he abuse 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 came to play with you after dinner."
Gao Ling laughed immediately, "Okay, then I'll wait for you."
After entering the house, the Lin Lan family cooks first.
I have bacon and bacon that I stocked up in the past, all of which are frozen in a small tank in the yard and covered with a board. Now I take a piece of bacon out to wash and dissolve. Make a stewed cabbage with bacon and bean skin, then stew other pickles, distill up the steamed rolls, and burn a few sweet potatoes in the stove.
Because the two kangs have to be burned, the other pot will make a seaweed egg drop soup.
Sanwang and Xiaowang help set the fire, while Erwang and Mai Sui cook.
After filling the pot, Erwang checked to see if the rolls in the house had been eaten, so he had to make the noodles and steam the rolls tomorrow.
Now their family lives better, and they basically eat thin noodles. Their daily staples are steamed buns and rolls. They no longer make cornmeal and thin noodles. The cornmeal is kept for making corn paste and pancakes, and then it is mixed with sweet potatoes, millet, soybeans, etc., and sorghum is no longer eaten.
The steamed bread rolls are naturally much more delicious than those made from dead noodles.
After dinner, Mai Sui and Erwang led their two younger brothers to do homework and study, and Dawang went to Gao Ling to play.
Sanwang watched Xiaowang return to the ranks of children who love to study well in a few days. He had to look like he loved studying. Even if he pretended, he had to pretend to be decent.
After finishing the homework, Xiaowang made a very simple song with the few English words he had learned. The melody was bright and concise, and it made people feel happy.
He also asked his second brother to play the guitar to accompany him.
Lin Lan and Han Qingsong came back from a walk, just when she heard the children's singing, her heart settled down and she was very at ease.
She asked Han Qingsong to wash up and sleep early.
They have installed a simple shower unit in the bathroom, the home has a stove, the hot water is constant, and the shower is convenient. She asked Han Qingsong to take a hot bath and came back to sleep comfortably.
Tonight, before Lin Lan waited for the children, she and Han Qingsong turned off the lights first. The children also know that Han Qingsong has been away from home and went to the countryside to work hard these days, so he stopped talking loudly, closed the door and the radio, and read the books and read the questions quietly.
Lin Lan had something in her heart, so she lay motionless.
Han Qingsong rolled over and hugged her, "What are you thinking?"
Lin Lan smiled: "Sleep, what can I think about?"
Han Qingsong took her into his arms, kissed her, and gently touched her smooth back with his big hand, "It's not even nine o'clock." It's a little 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 be in charge of this, and Han Qingyun also took care of the collection work of each commune.
"Third brother, is it dangerous for you to go to the countryside?" Lin Lan leaned on his arm and moved closer to him. As long as he was there, the bed would always be warm.
"What danger could there be? No. They are ordinary people who started quarreling and had disputes with the brigade cadres. 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 I heard people say that the Korean Bureau was in danger today, and a man was going to cut him with a knife, which scared her. Jump.
Although she first saw that Han Qingsong was fine, and then heard that someone was using a knife, she was still a little nervous.
With this man, is there anything else
Han Qingsong: "Someone was fighting at the bazaar. I went to pull the fight and bring the person back for questioning."
The few commune members who bought the cloth were poor and lower-middle peasants. They fell down under education, and even knives could not be confiscated. They had to be returned to them, so they were let back.
But Pan Shinong and Fan New Year's Eve had to be detained for a while to find out.
He was afraid that Lin Lan would be worried, so he naturally refused to say that Pan Shinong's knife was aimed at him. To be honest, if Pan Shinong was seen playing with knives on other occasions, he would boast that he played well. Now, if you arrest him yourself, you will naturally have to interrogate where you learned this sword technique, with whom, and so on.
Although it is not illegal to learn swords, many people in the countryside have been soldiers or learned from martial masters in the old society, but there must be traces to follow. As long as he speaks it out, he can let people check to see what this source is for, the invisible light.
If you are not afraid of meeting people, then Pan Shinong will naturally say.
But Pan Shinong said over and over that his swordsmanship was a family tradition. His father would play two tricks and teach him.
Han Qingsong is not suspicious, and will go to Panshi Farmhouse tomorrow to investigate and ask, and see what the villagers and neighbors have to say.
Lin Lan put her face on his chest and said softly, "Third brother, you must protect yourself. Bad people can't be caught. When the water is clear, there will be no fish, and if the person is thoroughly investigated, there will be no disciples. As long as there are people, they will There are good people and bad people. You only need to catch those who commit the most heinous crimes, and if you catch them, you will punish them severely. Those that are not important, leave them to their own parents to educate them."
After all, they are only a few police officers. If they catch all the petty thieves in the city, how can they catch them? Even if they are caught, they cannot be severely punished.
In modern society, the public security system is well developed, and there are only a few bad elements.
Han Qingsong rolled over and lay on her back, letting her lie on his chest to stretch out, "You're right."
"Unless we have great confidence in catching turtles in the urn, we can't force each other into 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 don't have any nostalgia for them. We can't touch them with ourselves. Those shoddy rubble." Lin Lan lay on his chest and raised her head, although the light in the room was extremely dim, she could still accurately look at his face.
Her voice was softer than ever before, with a petty request that fell into his ears like never before, making him unable to refuse.
He can no longer ignore life and death as he did in the military.
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 was distracted, turned over and covered her under him, "It could be better."
Lin Lan: "You're so tired going to the countryside, let's go to sleep... let's go."
He didn't want to talk anymore, he just wanted to use his actions to show that he really wanted to sleep with her.