Chapter 152 You've Made Me Suffer So Much
For the next few days, Song Zhan rode his old bicycle home for lunch every day.
If he runs into an acquaintance on the way, he'll proudly tell everyone, "How did you know this bicycle was a reward for my wife from above?"
Liang Yi couldn't stand his smugness, so every night he would hug Hao Mei and complain to him about Song Zhan.
The couple's relationship unexpectedly became much closer.
"You don't know Song Zhan? He rushes off work on time every day, never bothering to have the soldiers do extra training?"
Liang Yi said, "I thought he would be a tough and disciplined commander, but I didn't expect him to be so lax in discipline."
He complained, but secretly he was thinking of outdoing Song Zhan.
Hao Mei retorted, "So, you're saying you can actually leave work on time?"
"You come home so late every day, are you always dragging the soldiers into drills?"
Liang Yi: ...
His mind went blank; he hadn't expected his wife to ask such a tricky question.
Weren't we supposed to complain about Song Zhan together? How did the sparks end up hitting him?
"Practicing more won't hurt," Liang Yi muttered, trying to justify himself.
Hao Mei said irritably, "Then I'll go to work too. If you don't come back, won't all the housework fall on my shoulders?"
He used to think Liang Yi was just too busy, but he never imagined that he didn't have to be so busy.
"The usual training time and intensity are sufficient, is extra training necessary?"
"Soldiers are human too; they get hungry and need to go home for meals."
After Hao Mei launched into a tirade, Liang Yi was speechless and could only promise to come home earlier in the evenings from now on.
The next day at noon.
Several soldiers were eating in the mess hall while discussing their regimental commander.
"The new regimental commander, Song, is a really good person. He has never made us do extra training."
"I'm so envious of you guys. Our Commander Liang never lets us rest for a moment."
Liang Yi, carrying his meal, walked past the group with a blank expression.
The young soldiers were so frightened that they lowered their heads and ate their food quickly, not daring to say another word.
The cricket leader behind their back was overheard by the person in question.
The group was so embarrassed they wanted to disappear into the ground.
Liang Yi, a young soldier, spent the entire afternoon waiting for Liang Yi to talk to him.
But after waiting and waiting, instead of a conversation, we received a notice that there would be no extra practice today.
Huh?! That's strange, Commander Liang has changed his ways!
For several days in a row, Liang Yi did not allow the troupe to have extra training.
He thought his group would collapse, but to his surprise, everyone was full of energy and even more motivated than before.
The team led by Song Zhan and Liang Yi also achieved good results in a friendly competition.
That evening, Liang Yi held Hao Mei in his arms and chatted with Song Zhan, who was playing with crickets.
"That kid has such great training techniques, but he didn't tell me. What a stingy guy."
He kissed Hao Mei on the forehead. "Luckily, my wife is smart; she saw right through him."
Hao Mei, who was already dozing off, couldn't help but burst out laughing when she heard his words.
Now that we're awake, we might as well find something to do.
She took out family planning supplies and said to Liang Yi, "Haven't you paid your grain tax in a long time?"
Liang Yi recalled that the last time they were intimate seemed to have been the last time.
Hao Yan had been living here for a while, and they were afraid of making any noise that would be heard.
I might as well just sleep at night and do nothing else.
Later, Hao Yan got married, but she still didn't settle down and caused a lot of trouble.
The couple argued a lot about her, so Liang Yi naturally wasn't in the mood to pay his dues.
The rustling sounds in the darkness were exceptionally clear, and Liang Yi and Hao Mei were both very satisfied this time.
In fact, it happened a second time, which was unprecedented for the first time.
The next day, Liang Yi was full of energy and felt like he was 20 years old again.
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At the entrance of the Public Security Bureau.
Old Dao walked out the door, stood there, and looked back to see the door slowly closing.
He looked up at the sky in confusion, thinking he would be locked up for life.
Unexpectedly, he was released in less than a month.
After taking a few steps forward and making sure no one was around,
He happily performed a set of Tai Chi movements on the spot, jumping up and down like a monkey just released from the mountains.
"Hey, what's going on here?"
A deep male voice suddenly came from not far away, startling Lao Dao.
Looking towards the sound, the person was none other than Shen Kun.
He leaned against a tractor, a blade of grass dangling from the corner of his mouth, the stem swaying gently with his subtle movements.
A pair of old sunglasses almost completely covered most of his face.
His ruthless gaze was concealed, making it impossible for anyone to discern his thoughts.
Shen Kun stood there casually, his black trench coat fluttering in the wind from a distance.
His aura is so powerful it's like he's about to kill someone!
Old Dao's legs involuntarily went weak, and he took a few steps back, asking, "What do you want to do?"
Shen Kun just looked at him quietly without saying a word.
Old Dao's face turned even paler. He didn't say a word, which meant he was definitely going to kill him.
That's true, who would waste time talking to a dead person?
Thinking of this, he took off running.
After running quite a distance, he turned around and found that Shen Kun had already caught up with him in a tractor.
The massive iron box pressed down on him, and Lao Dao's legs gave way, causing him to fall to the ground.
The wheel stopped just 1 centimeter away from Lao Dao's leg.
Shen Kun tilted his head and asked, "Did I crush you?"
He jumped out of the car and reached out his hand, saying, "Get up."
Old Dao curled up into a ball and pleaded, "Please, just give me a quick death."
"Do you see this tractor?" Shen Kun asked.
"Are you trying to crush me to death?"
"It's for you."
With a clatter, Shen Kun threw the crank handle at Lao Dao's feet.
"Give it to me? What for?" the eldest brother asked, puzzled.
"I need you to do something for me."
"You'll kill me after you've finished?"
Shen Kun chuckled: "Do you want to die?"
Old Dao shook his head violently, not wanting to think about it at all.
“We’re sworn brothers.” Shen Kun pulled the old knife off the ground.
She even gently patted the dust off his clothes.
Feeling the heavy slap land on his body, he repeatedly confirmed that Shen Kun really didn't want to kill him.
The old man pointed at him and wept bitterly: "You've ruined my life so badly."
Originally, they were supposed to work together to rescue abducted women and children, but in the end, Shen Kun and his team profited while he was imprisoned.
Why is there discrimination when everyone is doing good deeds?
Just because he's a bandit? The world is so unfair.
After Lao Dao roared for a while, Shen Kun asked, "Are you calming down now?"
Old Dao nodded, sobbing, and Shen Kun raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head.
"You little bastard, if you weren't such a coward and hadn't insisted on telling the police you were a bandit, would you have gotten in there?"
Old Dao chuckled, feeling utterly embarrassed.
It seems like he really is to blame.
Seeing someone in uniform made him inexplicably nervous. He thought that confessing sooner would be better than being punished later.
Shen Kun tossed him a pack of cigarettes: "But you, kid, you've turned misfortune into blessing and made up for your mistake."
Because he rescued abducted women and children, the police did not pursue Lao Dao's past actions any further.
The main problem is that none of the wealthy people who were robbed dared to admit they were rich.
They never mentioned their robbery experience to outsiders.
Old Dao curled his lip: "Good fortune my ass, I've lost everything now and been locked up for so long."
Shen Kun held up one finger: "A month is considered a long time? Why do you think you were able to get out?"
Old Dao scratched his head: "It must be because I behaved well."
"fart!"
Shen Kun raised his hand and slapped him again: "Get your head straight, I still have things to leave you to do."
Old Dao scratched his head and asked, "Brother Kun, what can I do for you?"
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