On May 5, 1977, Zhang Baocheng just got off work from Baizhifang Police Station and went straight to the "Weimeizhai" next to "Sixty-Three".

For no other reason, Xing Zhengyi and Zhao Zhenmin called him in advance today and said they would invite him to a gathering after get off work. Interestingly, they asked him to invite Hong Yanwu to come too.

Because he was busy when he answered the phone, and he also knew that these two boys had just achieved third-class meritorious service, and the moonlight bonus was more than forty each. Therefore, Zhang Baocheng did not tell the truth or be polite, and directly ordered a large restaurant.

In his mind, these two boys were just burning money, so they asked for a treat. There is no such shop after passing this village, so this meal must cost more than five yuan for the two boys.

Not to mention, Xing Zhengyi and Zhao Zhenmin were quite sincere. Zhang Baocheng originally thought that he would have to wait for a while before arriving at the place. Unexpectedly, the two brothers arrived early and sat in their seats wearing casual clothes.

Zhang Baocheng waved as he walked over and made a joke first.

"Hey, why don't you two even wear police uniforms? Are you here to spy on us, or have you been kicked out of the ranks?"

Zhao Zhenmin also waved hello and waited for Zhang Baocheng to sit down before telling him the reason.

"Hey, I'm addicted to not catching thieves. Since the last time I caught thieves with that boy Hong Yanwu, the two of us have gone out for a walk in plain clothes. Don't tell me, we arrested four more. I'm not afraid of your laughter.

, the two of us have made great progress in catching thieves, and we are thinking of being transferred to the 'anti-pocket squad'..."

Before Zhao Zhenmin could finish speaking, Xing Zhengyi had already started asking eagerly.

"Where is Hong Yanwuren? Why didn't he come with you?"

Zhang Baocheng rolled his eyes when he heard this, and couldn't help but say something disgusting.

"Old classmate, what's the matter, are you inviting me or him today? If Hong Yanwu hadn't come, we wouldn't have eaten this meal, right? You don't even think about it, the three of us are police officers, eating and drinking together with two laborers, that's like

What does it look like!"

Xing Zhengyi never knew how to be funny. He really thought Zhang Baocheng was angry and explained immediately.

"Baocheng, you misunderstood. I have some questions about catching thieves and I want to ask him..."

But Zhao Zhenmin knew that Zhang Baocheng was just teasing Meng Zi, and he was indifferent about retreating in order to advance.

"I said you are a grown man, why don't you treat me as a guest? To be honest, we don't care about the two-for-one thing. What's more, inviting others is more important than inviting you. After all, thieves are the ones who help us.

You are holding it. If you want me to see it, if you are angry about this, you probably won’t be able to eat anything, so let’s just break up and talk about it another day..."

"Hey, you brat, you really turned your back on me. What did you say when you begged me? Let me tell you, it's not that I didn't call Hong Yanwu here today, but that he has already gone to Liaodong. Before he left, he even

The money I handed over to him for you has been returned, just in time I brought it..."

As Zhang Baoguo took out several large tickets and placed them on the table, both Xing Zhengyi and Zhao Zhenmin were surprised and opened their eyes wide.

However, they also quickly learned about Hong Yanwu's current situation from Zhang Baoguo. They knew that Hong Yanwu had not committed any crimes after returning, and that he had transferred his registered residence back to the capital. They also knew that he was seeking medicine for his father.

Embark on a journey to Liaodong.

After hearing this, they couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief together, and felt that they had seen the right person. Therefore, during the exchange of cups after ordering, they still regarded Hong Yanwu as the center of the topic and continued to talk endlessly.

The Jedi talked about the time when they first caught thieves together.

In this regard, Zhang Baocheng, who couldn't say anything, was really speechless. He really didn't understand what charm Hong Yanwu had that could win such attention and respect from these two old classmates.

But having said that, there is actually a question in his mind that is very interesting to Hong Yanwu. That is how did this kid get his household registration back? Could it be said that he can still find connections in the "Five Places"? That is not ordinary.

Common people, if you have the means, you can do anything...

Unlike these people's policemen who live off their wages and only occasionally go to a restaurant to have a good meal, the "player masters" usually lead a relatively comfortable life.

At the same time, in a bungalow less than one kilometer away from "Weimeizhai", "Naughty" laid out a sumptuous table of wine and food, and was asking "Hongye" who was lying on the bed reading "Geometry" to get up and eat.

"Brother, today we have your favorite 'fried shrimps'. Let's take a seat and stop looking at that thing."

"Hongye" was quite satisfied with "Naughty Boy"'s arrangement. She sat up and praised her a few times.

"Okay, brother, you are determined. I see that you have been leading the team very well recently. You can almost take over my team."

But the "naughty boy" was not very happy after hearing this, and was even a little anxious.

"No, you really let the 'Red Boy' persuade you? You plan to 'wash your hands in the golden basin' and ignore our brothers. If you ask me, the 'Red Boy' is just talking nonsense. They talk about resuming the college entrance examination, and they don't even have a shadow of it until now.

No, who knows if it’s true or false.

Having said that, you are a "poker", why do you have to be a "shit (intellectual) person"? Like that book you read, a book about squares and triangles. How can you enjoy playing poker?

There are also flowers and red hearts on it..."

"Hongye" sat at the table, picking up vegetables and drinking wine while talking.

"You're good at everything, but you're not very knowledgeable. Is this the same thing? I'm not afraid that you'll be unhappy. In fact, studying is the right way to be literate. If you weren't really not that good at it, I'd have to

You take it all with you."

The "naughty boy" didn't like hearing this and immediately started to make trouble.

"Brother, I really don't believe it. Is culture useless? Those are all useless things. I know everything even if I don't go to school. I understand everything..."

"Hongye" knew "Naughty's" temperament, so she didn't say anything, put down her chopsticks temporarily, and asked a question like a game.

"You said culture is useless? Well, can you make up a jingle using one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, millions?"

"It's not a problem for me..." Naughty took a sip of wine and blurted out, "One night, the two of them went to bed, in the middle of the night, with their feet in the air, fingers groping around, and they were in a state of confusion. They rode on (seven) and fucked (eight)

The bare clothes have been tested for a long time and are very comfortable..."

"Damn it!" "Hongye" directly hit "Naughty" on the head with a "brain adze", "You are not old, where do you get these pornographic things? You go to 'break the circle' again (a slang term for having sex with a female gangster)

Behavior) is up to you.”

"Naughty" laughed mischievously, "I learned this from 'Chopper' and 'Shunzi'..."

"You should listen to me." "Hongye" and "Ziliu'er" also took a sip of wine, and their eyes suddenly had a blurry look, "After saying goodbye, the two of them were separated from each other. They just said it was three or four.

Month, who knows five or six years. There is no intention to play the lyre, no eight-line calligraphy can be passed down, nine links are interrupted, and the gaze of the ten-mile pavilion is endless. Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of worries, all kinds of helpless complaints. Thousands of words and thousands of words.

It’s endless. I’m bored and leaning on the railing. I climb up to the sky to see the lonely geese. In the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the moon is not round. In July and a half, I burn incense and hold candles to ask the sky. In June, everyone shakes fans and I feel chilly. In May, pomegranates are like fire.

Cold rain watered the flowers. In April, the loquats were not yet yellow and I was too lazy to dress. In March, the peach blossoms were blown away by the wind. In February, the string of the kite was broken. Alas! Lang, Lang, I wish you would be a girl and I would be a boy in the next life..."

"Naughty boy" was simply dumbfounded. He didn't come back to his senses until he finished reading "Red Leaf" and let out a drunken belch.

"Brother, you are so talented. What kind of brain do you have? You can actually make up such awesome words..."

Unexpectedly, "Hongye" rewarded him with another "brain adze".

"Fuck! This was written by Zhuo Wenjun when Sima Xiangru wanted to find his concubine. It's called "White Head Song". Did I edit it? You really think highly of me. Understand, without education, a person would never be able to think of this in ten lifetimes.

Come on! Let me also tell you, I heard that there is a kind of CNC lathe that is automatic. If it becomes popular in the future, you will never want to enter the factory without literacy. Just wait and see, I still have to be the number one.

A player who is studying in college cannot..."

It must also be said that when there are thieves eating meat, there are times when thieves are beaten.

Unlike "Hongye" and "Naughty" who had food and drink, on the same night, in the introspection cell of the North District Labor Camp of Tuanhe Farm, You San, who had just been imprisoned, felt even more miserable.

In the industry, if you want to live a prosperous life, you must have money, people, or dare to fight. Otherwise, your life will be ruined. You have to work hard to let the gang bully the weak and fear the strong.

.So for a master like You San who has nothing to do and can only practice alone once he enters the palace, one can imagine his treatment.

Today, he was imprisoned by the guards on the charge of "anti-reformation" because he was working for an old prisoner and failed to complete his earth digging task in time.

Okay, now, just keep them in a small pen that is 140 centimeters long and 80 centimeters high. It will be dark and the food will be halved. If you don’t talk about it for 24 hours, if you let it out, you will still be able to work for others with a big pickaxe. It’s hard to say.

One day it will end up like this again. This is an endless cycle that makes people unable to do anything but just want to hang themselves.

Late at night, You San was tired and sleepy, but he was too worried to sleep. The reason for this was not only his sadness of narcissism and self-harm, but also his unforgettable deep hatred for Hong Yanwu who brought him here.

At this time, he suddenly smelled a smell of smoke and realized that there was someone next door.

Needless to say, a person with such power is a "capable" boss, which is absolutely different from an unlucky guy like him.

Logically speaking, they were by no means a class that could talk to each other on an equal footing. But in order to relieve his loneliness and loneliness, he couldn't help but knock on the wall next door.

Immediately, a very low scolding and the sound of iron shackles were heard at the same time.

"Which grandson? You are free!"

You San quickly answered the question carefully. "Brother, I can't sleep. Can we have a chat? Listen, are you in shackles?"

After a moment, the other party seemed to think about it for a moment before responding. "Nothing, it's just a joke."

"What's your reason for this?"

"A stupid and incompetent chore (referring to an officially designated prisoner with administrative powers) was placed in my charge. Once, twice, if I pushed too hard, I opened her head and increased her sentence. What about you?"

You San blushed because of what he had done, but he still told the truth, "I worked for an old criminal, but I didn't finish my work, and the guards said I was against reform."

"Fuck, are you the first to enter the palace?"

"yes."

"What crime?"

"theft."

"How many years?"

"Three years. I fired a cannon and it exploded."

"It's done, it's okay as long as it's not a 'flower thing' (slang for sexual crimes). Otherwise, anyone can beat you away. I'm telling you, don't even think about anything, just come here carelessly. Everyone has to go through this.

At the first level, if there are no acquaintances in the circle to take care of you, except for yourself, you will have to wait for seniority and get popular, and wait until the new criminals come and challenge you, and they will get ahead. This is a no-brainer.
To be continued...