The Erhuan Police Station was very efficient and arrived at Zheng Zong's home two hours later.
In a large courtyard in an alley, a family of four lived in a two-bedroom apartment of more than 30 square meters.
When Xiao Liu arrived, Zheng Zong's wife was cooking dinner, a teenage boy was lying on the sofa, and a girl who looked older was sweeping the floor.
"Hello, I'm from the Xicheng Police Station. Is this Zheng Zongjia?"
Feng Zhaodi glanced at the door. There was a young female police officer and a male police officer. She put down the spatula and went to the door. "It's Zheng Zongjia. What can I do for you?"
"It's like this. Zheng Zong is now detained by us for disturbing social order. Please bring the fine to the station as soon as possible. We are here to inform you." Xiao Liu handed the document in his hand to Feng Zhaodi.
Feng Zhaodi carefully read the document and was shocked. "Officer, you've come to the wrong place. Disturbing social order? What's going on? My Zheng Zong is usually a very honest person. How could he disturb social order?"
Xiao Liu patiently explained to Feng Zhaodi what had happened that afternoon. In short, Zheng Zong would be detained for seven days and fined 302.78 yuan.
Unexpectedly, Feng Zhaodi's face changed as soon as she finished speaking, and she cursed endlessly, "This good-for-nothing, he has money in his pocket but he doesn't take it out, he actually went to buy some bullshit beef sauce! What a prodigal son! Fuck him, and he even fined me, the family is so poor that they can barely make ends meet! He still pays the fine and lets him stay in there! I don't have any money! More than three hundred yuan, you might as well just take my life! Let's see if my life is worth three hundred yuan!"
Xiao Liu has seen this happen many times. Anyway, the mission has been accomplished. "We understand the family's feelings, but getting to the station to handle it as soon as possible is the most important thing. There's no problem, so we'll leave now."
The boy lying on the sofa sat up, looked at Xiao Liu who was leaving, and licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue. He looked at Xiao Liu with a lecherous look, while the girl sweeping the floor looked at her mother who kept cursing and her wretched brother, but said nothing.
Feng Zhaodi was still cursing, standing in the yard with her hands on her hips. The other families were already used to this situation, so they closed their windows. She would only curse for a few minutes anyway.
After venting her anger, Feng Zhaodi returned home and saw that her eldest daughter was cooking the dishes she hadn't finished. She got angry again, "Why are you still cooking? Your dad's gone to jail, and you still have the mood to cook! Get out of the house! I'm so upset just by seeing you, a bitch! I should have sent you away in the first place, just like that money-loser at your aunt's house!"
The girl put down the spatula and went back to her room without saying a word. It was her own room, but it was actually just a small bed one meter wide separated by a curtain.
Her younger brother was the only one who slept in a room of his own at home, and she only had a bed between her parents' room and the corridor.
The boy sitting on the sofa was obviously used to it. "Mom, if she doesn't cook, what will I eat? I'm hungry! Dad's gone in anyway, let's talk after dinner!"
As soon as Zheng Yaozu spoke, Feng Zhaodi calmed down a little, "Wait, son, Mom will do it right away!"
Then he fried the vegetables in the pot and gave the few pieces of fat meat to Zheng Yaozu when serving the rice.
Zheng Yao waited until Zheng Yaozu finished eating before going to eat.
Then he went to wash the dishes, scrub the dishes and clear the table without saying a word.
Feng Zhaodi couldn't think of anything else but to get Zheng Zong out. She had no job, Zheng Yaozu still wanted to eat meat every meal, and her eldest daughter had just started working and made little money in a month. If Zheng Zong didn't go to work, the family would have no money to spend.
When Zheng Juan was around, he could go home and ask Old Lady Zheng for money. Now that Zheng Juan is gone, no one gives Old Lady Zheng money, and Zheng Zong rarely goes back to ask for money, so naturally he has no money.
However, since Old Mrs. Zheng has taken so much money from Zheng Juan over the years, it is impossible that she has no savings.
"Zheng Yao, take good care of your brother, son. Mom's going to your grandma's house. Be good at home!"
"Okay, I get it. You're so slow." Zheng Yaozu looked impatient.
When Feng Zhaodi arrived at Old Lady Zheng's house, she almost frightened Old Lady Zheng to death when she heard that Zheng Zong had been arrested by the police.
"No matter what, I need to go to the police station and get my son out first! My son is the apple of my eye. If I lose him, how am I going to live the rest of my life?"
Old Mrs. Zheng was in tears, and the old man stood by without saying a word, but his face was full of worry.
"Mom! Please stop saying such depressing things! The most important thing now is to get Zheng Zong out! We can barely make ends meet. Zheng Yao just started working and hasn't received her salary yet, and your grandson is a picky eater who only eats meat. We can't even afford three hundred!"
"Can you please lend it to me first? Once Zheng Zong is released and Zheng Yao gets her salary, we can save up enough money to pay you back!"
Old Man Zheng finally spoke up. "Zhao Di, what's the point of not paying it back? We're all family! We're relying on our son to support us in our old age. What we have is yours! Let's stop talking about this and hurry to the police station!"
Feng Zhaodi had a worried look on her face, but she was thinking in her heart, why don’t you two die sooner? After you die, this house and savings will all belong to us.
Old Mrs. Zheng quickly got up, went into the inner room, and went to look for money in the wardrobe.
Feng Zhaodi didn't know how much money she had. She only knew there was a large iron box in her closet, which must have been filled with money. However, the closet was always locked. She had tried to sneak a peek, but unfortunately she couldn't find the key.
Through the crack in the door, she saw Old Mrs. Zheng counting money.
The old man's wife took the money and dragged Feng Zhaodi to the police station. Although it was already very late, the old woman didn't want her beloved son who was in his forties or fifties to suffer in the police station.
In the dark, the three of them took two bicycles and headed to the Xicheng Police Station.
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