Thinking of this, Lin Lan broke out in a cold sweat and her heart ached.

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

She held herself on the small wooden bed for a long time before she came to her senses. Then she got up and washed her face with cold water to sober herself up. While wiping her face, she wondered who had killed him and who those people were.

Unfortunately, all she knew was a text description, no images, no names, so she didn't know who the murderer was.

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

Taking a deep breath, she quickly suppressed her emotions and went to find Engineers Li and Wu to do things.

Half an hour later, she had come out of her negative emotions. She firmly believed that her time travel had changed everything, the children's future would be changed, and Han Qingsong's future would naturally be changed as well.

When he comes back, she still has to remind him to be more careful and never act alone. It is best to be with someone.

At 3 pm, Han Qingsong came back from the lower commune on his motorcycle. He went north along Jiefang Avenue, and there was a market to the west. This market was newly established at the end of last year. It was full of members of the brigades near the county seat, who brought their own products here to exchange for some food or other tickets.

Because there was not much money to be made and no large materials, the County Revolutionary Committee's Market Management Office was too lazy to get involved.

The trend of cutting tails and speculation has passed. Except for the large-scale reselling of state-owned assets, no one cares about the actions of small businesses. In just one year, it has become a trend, with people coming and going every day.

Suddenly, there were screams from the market, "Oh! Use the knife! Use the knife!"

"Why do you want to kill people?"

"Oh, murder, murder!"

The crowd in the market suddenly surged to both sides like a tide, leaving the middle road empty. I saw several men chasing and beating a man, three of them holding pig-killing knives. The man being chased saw Han Qingsong and shouted for help, and rushed over desperately.

Han Qingsong pressed the horn.

Those who were chasing him stopped and looked at Han Qingsong warily. "The Public Security Bureau cannot intervene in personal grudges. He cheated and deceived people. Damn him!"

"Yes, he said he would help us get ten pieces of cloth. We paid him the deposit, but he said he didn't have the goods. What else can we do but be damned?"

"There are people in our family waiting for funerals and weddings. Isn't he delaying our important events?"

The man who was running away hid beside Han Qingsong's car, shivering, "T-that can't be blamed on me. I-I don't know why they suddenly ran out of stock."

Han Qingsong took a look 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 at the men with knives again. They were wearing black cotton trousers and cotton jackets, and horse-mouth cotton shoes. They looked like country men.

He said, "Go to the police station and record a statement."

"Sir, sir, please spare me, I really didn't do anything wrong." The man became anxious. Several fellow villagers opposite him glanced at Han Qingsong and snorted, "You are lucky." After that, they turned around and left.

The others walked away holding the knives, but one of them held the handle of the knife with the blade against his arm. Han Qingsong narrowed his eyes slightly, locked his sight on him, started the motorcycle and rushed towards the men.

"What, what are you doing!" Several villagers were so frightened that they ran away in panic.

The man in front suddenly started to run away. Since Han Qingsong was suspicious, he would not let him escape. He accelerated and caught up with him in an instant. The man in front suddenly stopped and turned sideways, then jumped up, holding the knife across his chest and pushing and pulling it out quickly. At this time, Han Qingsong was rushing over quickly, and the next moment he was about to collide with the sharp blade——

The passers-by were so frightened that they held their breath without blinking, watching the policeman being killed and blood spurting out.

At the critical moment, Han Qingsong's body with his army green jacket quickly tilted to the left, and his right sidearm rose up instantly, hitting the man hard with a "bang".

The man was caught off guard and was hit, and the knife in his hand lost its accuracy.

Han Qingsong stepped on the brake, and the car leaned back to the right. At the same time, his right hand formed a claw and grabbed the man's arm. He threw him and the knife to the mud in front of the car.

The man was thrown to the ground and was stunned for a moment, struggling to get up. Han Qingsong supported himself with his left hand, and jumped off the motorcycle like a hawk, kicking the man who had just climbed up to the ground. When he landed, he bent his knees to hold the man's body, and with a click of the handcuffs, he handcuffed the man backwards.

From the moment the man jumped up to the moment Han Qingsong threw him to the ground and handcuffed him, it only took a moment.

Everyone in the market gasped. It was a close call! He almost got his neck cut off!

Everyone let out the breath they had been holding, and were then shocked by Han Qingsong. How could this policeman have so much strength?

They didn't see clearly what Han Qingsong did. They just saw his car tilt to the left and hit the man. They didn't see what happened next.

It took only a moment from the moment the man jumped up to the moment he lay on the ground in front of the car.

"Good!" People in the market began to applaud. "Good!"

Han Qingsong grabbed the man and threw him into his backpack, then picked up the boning knife on the ground. It was a boning knife, sharpened to a point, with a bloodletting groove in the middle, which would definitely kill someone.

He turned his head to look at the man in the backpack, frowned slightly, and then glanced at the fellow villagers holding knives. They were so pierced by his cold eyes that they dared not look up, and they could hardly hold the knives in their hands. Han Qingsong waved to them, and they stepped forward obediently.

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

Han Qingsong: "Open your five fingers, palms facing up."

Several people obeyed.

Han Qingsong took a look at them one by one and found that they were indeed farmers, with coarse ropes in their hands that were honed from work. There is a natural difference between the ropes honed from using hoes, hoes, and fiber ropes and the ropes honed from practicing swords and spears, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell the difference.

He had become suspicious because the man's walking posture, steps, and knife-holding gestures were different from those of his fellow villagers, and it seemed that his suspicion was not wrong.

Han Qingsong glanced at the speculator and motioned him to come over. The man was so scared that he forgot to run away and had been standing on the side of the road. Now he hurried over and said, "Comrade Public Security, what do you want me to do?"

"name."

"Fan, Fan Chuxi." The man was still in a state of fear. He was afraid of both the man with the knife and Han Qingsong. He even thought that the man with the knife wanted to stab him to death. He and Han Qingsong did not have any deep hatred.

Han Qingsong pointed at several other members and said, "Take them to the police station. If you take one more person away, the crime will be even more serious."

Fan Chuxi hurriedly assured, "No one is missing." He turned to several members and said, "Let's go, hurry up."

Speculation and profiteering are just criticism and education, the worst that can happen is writing a self-criticism and reporting to the public security bureau every week, it is not a big deal to be beaten. The members are even less of a problem, so they have nothing to be afraid of.

After those people left, Han Qingsong strolled around the market again and asked some citizens about the situation. The situation was similar to what they said, that is, a few people saw Fan Chuxien, recognized him and rushed over to chase him.

"Do they have other accomplices?" Han Qingsong glanced at the crowd to see who was guilty and who had quietly retreated, but found nothing.

Either he really has no accomplices, or he is covering it up very well.

Something was a little strange today. He didn't think anyone would dare to attack the police for no reason, but the man did stab him, so this matter should not be underestimated.

He looked around and made up his mind. He got on his motorcycle and glanced at the man, "Name."

The man snorted, his eyes were sinister, and he looked like he was absolutely not afraid of death.

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

The fierceness in his eyes was more frightening than the edge of a knife. The man's eyes widened and he blurted out, "Pan Shinong!"

The blade just stopped, and a cold line pressed against his neck, causing Pan Shinong to shiver involuntarily.

Han Qingsong snorted lightly, inserted the knife into the crotch bag on the left side of the motorcycle, started the motorcycle and rushed away.

After he left, an 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 jacket, his hands folded, and a dog-skin hat, and he was not noticeable in the crowd. He stamped his feet and said to the member selling sieves next to him, "It's really cold today."

"That's right. Brother, that police officer is really awesome and powerful! It's a blessing for ordinary people like us to have such people."

Several members who were selling things were talking about it.

"That's right. These bastards have been stealing too much these days. I was robbed the day before yesterday."

The old man put his hands behind his back and sighed, "In this world, petty thefts only cost a couple of bucks, but some people steal their lives. It's hard to say who is good and who is bad."

As he spoke, he hummed a little tune and walked away with a slightly hunched back. "For thousands of years, victories have been won and defeats have been defeated. No matter the emperors, generals, or demons, they have all turned into ancient things in the yellow earth. Let's drink today, one sip of wine and one mouthful of peanuts... clang clang..."

He walked leisurely to an ordinary courtyard and knocked on the door twice. Someone inside opened the door immediately. He walked in and his back straightened up immediately.

"Dad, what's up?"

The old man sighed, "Everyone, go back to your positions and get up. The time has not come yet."

"Is it really that serious?"

"More serious. You guys didn't give yourself away?"

"Don't worry, Dad. Nothing will be missed. He can't catch our elites. They are just small gangs."

The old man was still there, pinching his fingers and muttering, "It's Bingchen, the right time for the earth to break apart. It seems the time has not come yet, let's wait another two months and see after the New Year."

"Dad, what about these boys?"

"Ha, what's the relationship with them? Just let them get used to it. In our line of work, dealing with the Public Security Bureau is inevitable. We often go in and out of the government office, so we have a good relationship with the police. Our line of work has never been a solitary battle since ancient times. The police in the white world and the black world are on the edge of a knife. We are just making a living in the middle. Our crimes are not punishable by death, and no one can do anything to us."

"Dad is right."

"Remember this, you guys, no one is allowed to take anyone's life. As long as you don't owe anyone a life, everything is fine."

"That's what my father taught me."

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

"Dad, what a pity?"

"What a pity for that child, such a good child. Alas..." The old man looked around the room. Although they were all smart and capable, they were unfortunate not to be able to inherit the family business. There was always a feeling that there was no successor. It would take at least ten years to train an heir. It was best to start teaching from the beginning. Once a child was older and had his own ideas, it would be useless to teach him.

Some people were not convinced: "No matter how good she is, she is not as good as our little Yaya."

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

Originally, he thought the child that the third brother had chosen for him was very good, but he couldn't accept him easily and needed to observe him for three to five years.

The plan was very good. I would observe for three to five years, let the third child teach me some tricks, and after he learned the tricks and showed his feelings and loyalty, I would start to train him well. When he was fifteen or sixteen, he would be able to take care of himself, and when he was twenty, he would be able to manage a business. In this way, I could enjoy my old age and take good care of myself. When I passed away, I could pass on the position to him.

What a pity, the good plan was disrupted by Han Qingsong.

Alas, five years have passed, and although I have raised a few good children, none of them are as outstanding as that child. All of them are not as good as Yaya. If that child had followed me, she would have been reborn by now.

Thinking of this, he felt a little resentful towards Han Qingsong, as he had ruined his heir.

But after letting someone try it today, he immediately came to his senses. This guy can't be confronted head-on. He is a hard-boiled person.

Good people do not fight with officials.

Wait two more years.

"Third brother, you come with me. You tell the second brother to be more restrained and careful, and not to get carried away. Han Qingsong may be paying attention to him." It is not easy to train a few leaders. It will take at least ten years.

"Dad, what should we do with Pan Daozi?"

"It's okay, he knows what to do, and Han Qingsong can't do anything to him. I'll give Han Qingsong a knife so he and Li Xuanjiu can use it to practice, and it's also a good opportunity for these kids to get used to dealing with the police. In two years, those in our business must first be patient, and only when we are alive can we be blessed."

"yes."

"I'm gone. I won't come here for the next two years. You don't have to look for me, and you won't be able to find me."

Although there is a household registration system, it can't stop him from traveling all over the world.

The old man left the yard with a man of above-medium height who was wrapped up extremely tightly. It was winter and the wind was biting cold, so it was normal to wrap your head and buttocks when going out, and no one would suspect it.

After leaving the courtyard, the old man and the third brother walked on the road. He said, "I estimate that in the next two years, our good days will really come. By then, the second brother's brothel, your gambling gang, the fourth brother's fortune-telling gang, the fifth brother's cheating gang, the sixth brother's stealing and miscellaneous gangs, you will all be independent. Remember, we will not mix with those desperate criminals, we will not rob, robbery, kidnap, or rape. We are the gray road, we are not the black road."

"Grandfather, I will remember this."

"Oh, what a good child, what a pity."

The old man muttered to himself, put his hands behind his back, and staggered towards the station.

…

After returning to the Public Security Bureau, Han Qingsong handed the man over to his subordinates for interrogation and asked them to keep an eye out for the few people who would be arriving and take notes. He then went to look for Sun Zhuowen.

"Director Han is back." Sun Zhuowen said happily.

Han Qingsong's face was cold. "Send a notice to everyone to report to the county town tomorrow. Those near the county town will gather tonight."

Sun Zhuowen's expression froze, knowing that he was going to make a big profit, "Okay."

When Han Qingsong was taking the knife back to the office, he happened to meet Deputy Director Li.

Deputy Director Li smiled and said, "Director Han is back."

Han Qingsong ignored him and went straight into the office.

Deputy Director Li: Damn, you are such a bullshit. He cursed in his heart but felt that something was wrong, so he had to turn around and chase into the office, "Director Han, what do you mean by this? How did I offend you?"

Han Qingsong slammed the culling knife on the desk with a snap. The dirty handle looked dark and it looked like it had been soaked in so much pig blood. The dark blade and shinny edge were truly a sharp knife and it must have killed so many pigs.

Deputy Director Li's scalp tingled. "Han Qingsong, what do you mean?"

Han Qingsong glanced at him and said, "Just a reminder."

Gao Weidong pushed the door open and walked in. He felt the air pressure in the room was so low that he could hardly move forward. Seeing the knife and the tense atmosphere between the two men, he exclaimed, "What is going on? Am I here at the wrong time? Director Li, you are very brave."

Dare to provoke Han Qingsong and want to duel with him?

Deputy Director Li ragged his hair with his hands and said angrily, "Courage is bullshit. I know what's going on. He, he..." He pointed at Han Qingsong, "He came back with no face at all and slapped me with a knife. What does this mean? He wants to stab me with a knife?"

Gao Weidong actually knew something when he came in. He subconsciously slowed down his pace. Not to mention him, the two of them together were not enough to beat Han Qingsong. After all, those who climbed up from the lower ranks of the army were not at the same level of power as the civilian cadres.

Han Qingsong glanced at the two of them, snorted lightly, and walked away without paying any attention to the knife.

As soon as Han Qingsong left, the stagnant air in the room began to flow again, and the depressing atmosphere instantly eased.

Gao Weidong breathed a sigh of relief.

Deputy Director Li cursed, "What the hell!" He felt ashamed that he had always praised him in the past and wanted to promote him. It seemed that if he were to become the director, the first thing he would do was to kick Han Qingsong out of the commune and make him a crappy public security commissioner!

Gao Weidong thought about it and roughly knew what was going on. The county town was under the jurisdiction of Deputy Director Li, who was afraid that Han Qingsong would steal the credit, so he kept a close watch and absolutely would not allow anyone else to interfere. Therefore, those who were not doing their jobs properly or had committed crimes would inevitably hear the news and run here to hide when something happened, causing trouble in the county town.

Han Qingsong's men were special public security commissioners of the commune, and they had no public security powers in the county. Not to mention arresting people, even asking normal questions was considered an overstep.

Deputy Director Li is keeping a close eye on it.

This undoubtedly hindered many of Han Qingsong's work and indirectly provided shelter for criminals.

But Deputy Director Li doesn't care about this. In his eyes, the most important thing is that his position cannot be threatened!

At this time, his subordinates came to report that Han Qingsong had arrested someone and was in the interrogation room. Deputy Director Li immediately wanted to pick up the person, "What right does he have to arrest someone in the county? We are the ones who will conduct the interrogation."

Gao Weidong said slowly, "Director Li, I'm afraid you won't be able to intervene in this case."

Deputy Director Li glared at him.

Gao Weidong extended his index finger and carefully pointed at the knife: "This is the knife used to assassinate Director Han. If someone dares to assassinate the deputy director, the deputy director will have to personally investigate. You really can't interfere."

Deputy Director Li was stunned. Someone wanted to assassinate Han Qingsong? His first thought was, who? It definitely wasn't me! His second thought was, this bastard finally angered the public, someone was tired of him and wanted to kill him? His third thought was, what the hell, who wants to compete with Han Qingsong in strength? Finally, damn, you are attacking me on my territory, isn't this giving Han Qingsong a chance to intervene? If you have the guts, kill him outside the county town, I won't care if you kill him eight hundred times.

Therefore, Deputy Director Li could not intervene in this case, and he had to do nothing or make any small moves, because if he made any move, Han Qingsong would suspect that he was involved.

Therefore, Deputy Director Li not only could not move, but also had to cooperate honestly, wishing that Han Qingsong would quickly clear his name.

The happiest person was Sun Zhuowen. Haha, he was suppressed by Deputy Director Li's subordinates before, and he was so angry that he wanted to go back to the commune. Now that Director Han was reviewing the case, he asked about any information and circumstances, and none of those bastards dared not cooperate.

On the surface, this case is nothing special. It is not a case at all. Fan Chuxi knew a few people in the textile factory and could resell cloth from them. He resold it everywhere. When he arrived at Jiashan Brigade, he drank a little and boasted that he could get as much as he wanted. There happened to be a need for weddings and funerals in the village. The filial son wanted to show his filial piety. White cloth for mourning clothes is indispensable, but the cloth coupons are not enough for two sets of mourning clothes, so he wanted to buy from Fan Chuxi. As a result, Fan Chuxi could not produce it because the people in the textile factory did not promise him so much, so the filial son was delayed in showing his filial piety.

There's no trick to it.

This was not enough to make Pan Shinong use a knife to attack the police, unless he had a purpose, then he knew Han Qingsong and was going after him. Han Qingsong felt that he had no grudges with these people, and if he was hated, it was because of his official duties.

Han Qingsong believed that he had not been involved in any unjust, false or wrong cases in his official duties. After all, he had not handled any major cases, so he would not be easily stabbed in the back.

His intuition told him that something was wrong.

He listened outside for a while, then walked into the interrogation room. He said the interrogation room was just a small room with a table and three chairs. Pan Shinong was handcuffed and sat on a chair, facing a police officer and Sun Zhuowen. He was questioned repeatedly, but nothing could be learned.

Han Qingsong picked up the transcript and took a look at it, then glanced at Pan Shinong nonchalantly, "Which police officer do you have a grudge against?"

"There is no good in the police!" Pan Shinong snorted coldly, his eyes sinister, as if he hated the police, no matter who they were.

Sun Zhuowen slammed the table and said, "There are good and bad police officers. I think there is not a single good person like you among the bad guys!"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Han Qingsong said to Sun Zhuowen, "Go to his brigade and check if there is any old relationship."

Sun Zhuowen went to arrange it.

Han Qingsong walked up to Pan Shinong and looked him over. "Who taught you this trick?"

Pan Shinong: “No one taught me.”

Han Qingsong: "Ordinary people don't have such dexterity and swordsmanship." He was originally running, and suddenly stopped and jumped backwards, and then drew the sword in an instant. Unless you have practiced hard, you can't do it.

Pan Shinong just refused to admit it and only said that he only knew these three or four moves through practice.

Han Qingsong did not force a confession, but had him locked up first. "Wait for Luo Haicheng to come, hand him over to Luo Haicheng, and no one else is allowed to approach him."

"Director Han, don't worry. I'll be watching over him."

Han Qingsong did not suspect that it was Deputy Director Li who arranged it or would silence him. It was not that complicated. However, he also wanted to use this person to make a fuss and break the gap in the county town. Li Kangjiu's behavior of demarcating the land was really hindering the work.

He took advantage of this opportunity to transfer Luo Haicheng and his men over to sort out the county town, focus on attacking and dampen the arrogance of the newly emerged gangs.

Since last year, there have been more and more thieves, burglars, fortune tellers, and scammers. Fortunately, due to strict control, there have been no robberies or home invasions, and no one has died. However, this is enough to undermine public order and have a very bad impact on citizens and members of the community.

Ordinary people would only say why there are so many thieves recently and wouldn’t think of anything else.

Han Qingsong knew that no thief was isolated. Thieves did not appear out of nowhere, nor did they become thieves out of nowhere. They were organized and trained. He had reason to suspect that they were the same group that had recruited Dawang a few years ago. At that time, he caught some of the minions, but he did not catch the top guys.

It is entirely possible that they have trained new members over the past few years. Li Kang's long-term inaction has simply become a breeding ground for these gangs!

Of course, there may be more than one group.

Han Qingsong made some arrangements and went out for a walk to sort out his thoughts. After walking twice on Renmin Road, he saw Lin Lan coming back on a bicycle.

"Third brother! When did you come back?" Lin Lan was so happy to see him in front of her, especially since she just remembered such a unhappy thing at noon. She was so excited that she couldn't ride her bike anymore and rushed straight towards him.

Han Qingsong did not dodge either. He grabbed the handlebars with his big hands to steady the bike, then stretched out his arms to carry Lin Lan down.

He said, “I’ve been back for a while.”

Seeing a trace of fatigue between his brows, Lin Lan said with concern: "Didn't you get enough rest and eat in the past few days?" She stood on tiptoe, climbed onto his arm, and smoothed his brow.

He held her hand and held the handlebars with his other hand. "Let's take a break. We'll stay at the brigade downstairs." Seeing her staring at him intently with a gentle and lingering look, he felt a little soft in his heart and added, "The food is good. Their brigade just happened to kill a pig."

Lin Lan laughed, "Oh, there's still pork to eat, so we can live a good life. Let's go home early tonight and cook dinner."

Han Qingsong nodded: "I'll go back now."

The two returned to the Revolutionary Committee. Han Qingsong went to tell Sun Zhuowen and waited for Luo Haicheng to come before handing the case over to him.

"Tell him the plan to clear the area. He knows it."

Sun Zhuowen: "Okay."

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

The children had just returned home from school. When they saw the two of them coming back, Sanwang and Xiaowang ran over and threw themselves on Lin Lan.

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

Sanwang: "Doctor Lin, what a coincidence."

Lin Lan tapped him on the head. "How was class today?"

Sanwang: "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 at this time the Gao Ling brothers also ran over.

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

Gao Yu was forced by his brother and looked reluctant, not daring to approach Da Wang.

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

Gao Ling said: "Han Wangguo, let's play basketball together tomorrow?"

Da Wang: "Let's see."

He still has to go practice driving.

Seeing that he had no intention of inviting them to play, Gao Ling felt disappointed and looked at Mai Sui again. However, Mai Sui had already pushed Sanwang and Xiaowang home without even looking at him.

Gao Ling: “…” That’s enough. How did he offend her?

Gao Yu pulled him and told him to hurry up, saying, "You're sick. Why do you have to get close to Han Wangguo? Do you want him to kick you or abuse you in some other way?"

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

Da Wang: "I'll come play with you after dinner."

Gao Ling immediately smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you then."

After entering the house, Lin Lan's family started cooking.

We had some bacon that we had stored away, frozen in a small vat in the yard and covered with a board. We took out a piece of bacon, washed it, and thawed it. We made a stew of bacon, bean curd, and Chinese cabbage, and other pickled vegetables, stuffed it with leavened dough rolls, and roasted some sweet potatoes in the stove.

Because both kangs need to be heated, another pot can be used to make seaweed and egg drop soup.

Sanwang and Xiaowang helped to light the fire, while Erwang and Maisui cooked.

After filling the pot, Erwang saw that all the steamed rice rolls at home were gone, so he had to make some starter to steam the rice rolls tomorrow.

Now their family lives better, they basically eat fine noodles, and their daily staple food is fine noodle steamed bread and rolls, and they no longer make cornmeal and fine noodle two-grain cakes. Cornmeal is used to make corn paste and pancakes, and is mixed with sweet potatoes, millet, soybeans, etc., and sorghum is no longer eaten.

Steamed steamed dough rolls are naturally much more delicious than those boiled with unleavened dough. They are soft and fluffy, have a good texture, and are good for the stomach. Those with unleavened dough can easily cause heartburn.

After dinner, Mai Sui and Er Wang took their two younger brothers to do homework and study, while Da Wang went to play with Gao Ling.

Seeing that Xiaowang had returned to being a studious child in just a few days, Sanwang had to pretend to be studious as well. Even if he had to pretend, he had to do it properly.

After finishing his homework, Xiaowang used the few English words he had learned to compose a simple song. The melody was bright and simple, and it made people feel happy when singing it.

He also asked his second brother to play guitar for accompaniment.

Lin Lan and Han Qingsong came back from their walk and happened to hear the children singing. Her heart suddenly settled down and she felt at ease.

She asked Han Qingsong to take a shower and go to bed early.

They installed a simple shower in the bathroom. Since there was a stove at home and hot water was always available, it was convenient to take a shower. She asked Han Qingsong to take a hot bath and come back to sleep comfortably.

Tonight, Lin Lan and Han Qingsong turned off the lights before waiting for the children. The children also knew that Han Qingsong was away from home and working hard in the countryside these days. They stopped talking loudly, closed the door and the radio, and stayed quiet while reading and doing homework.

Lin Lan was worried and lay there motionless.

Han Qingsong turned over and hugged her, "What are you thinking about?"

Lin Lan smiled and said, "I'm just sleeping, what can I think about?"

Han Qingsong held her in his arms, kissed her, and gently stroked her smooth back with his big hands. "It's not even nine o'clock yet." It's a bit early.

Lin Lan: "Do you want to go find Luo Haicheng tonight?"

"No need, he knows how to do it." He has been taking Luo Haicheng and Han Qingyun with him when he went to the countryside recently. Luo Haicheng has grown faster than Han Qingyun, so he let Luo Haicheng be in charge of this and let Han Qingyun also be in charge of the summary work of each communes.

"Third brother, is it dangerous for you to go to the countryside?" Lin Lan rested her head on his arm and moved closer to him. As long as he was there, the quilt would always be warm.

"What danger could there be? None. They are just ordinary people, having some quarrels and conflicts with the brigade cadres. It's nothing serious." Han Qingsong said.

"So what happened today?" Lin Lan didn't ask or say anything when she was at the Revolutionary Committee, but she was shocked when she heard that Han Ju was in danger today and a man was trying to chop him with a knife.

Although she saw that Han Qingsong was fine, she still felt nervous when she heard that someone had used a knife.

If there is this man, are there any others?

Han Qingsong: "Someone was fighting in the market, I went to break up the fight and brought the people back for questioning."

Those members who bought cloth were all poor and lower-middle peasants. They were not educated, but even their knives could not be confiscated. They had to be returned and they were let go.

However, Pan Shinong and Fan Chuxi wanted to detain him for a while to find out the truth.

He was afraid that Lin Lan would worry, so he naturally refused to say that Pan Shinong's knife was aimed at him. To be honest, if he saw Pan Shinong playing with a knife in other occasions, he would compliment him that he was good at it. But now that he was caught by him, he naturally had to ask him where he learned this knife skill, who he learned it from, etc.

Although learning to use a sword is not illegal, many people in the countryside have served in the military or learned from martial artists in the old society, but there must be traces. As long as he tells it, people can check to see what the source is, whether it is visible or invisible.

If Pan Shinong is not afraid of meeting people, he will naturally say it.

But Pan Shinong kept saying that his sword skills were inherited from his family. His father knew a few moves and taught him, so he learned it by himself. The more he practiced, the better he would be.

Han Qingsong did not have any doubts and decided to go to Pan Shinong's home tomorrow to investigate and see what the villagers and neighbors had to say.

Lin Lan put her face against his chest and said softly, "Third brother, you must protect yourself. You can't catch all the bad guys. If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. If the person is too careful, there will be no followers. As long as there are people, there will be good people and bad people. You only need to catch those who are guilty of serious crimes and punish them severely. As for those who are not important, leave them to their parents to educate them."

After all, they only have a few police officers. If they catch all the petty thieves in the city, how can they catch them? Even if they catch them, they can't punish them severely. At most, they can educate and scold them, which is a waste of energy.

Take modern society for example. The public security system is well developed, but there are also many bad elements.

Han Qingsong turned over and lay flat on his back, letting her lie on his chest so she could relax a little. "You're right."

"Unless we are extremely sure of catching the turtle in the jar, we cannot force the other side into a desperate situation. If there is room for them, they will have concerns and dare not take risks. Once they are in a desperate situation, they will have no lingering feelings and it will be easy for them to suffer the consequences. We cannot use ourselves to touch their crudely made tiles." Lin Lan lay on his chest and raised her head. Although the light in the room was very dim, she could still look at his face accurately.

Her voice was softer than ever before, with a barely perceptible request in it. It was also more beautiful than ever before in his ears, making it impossible for him to refuse.

He could no longer be as reckless and reckless as he was in the army.

He held her head against him and kissed her, "I'll listen to you."

Lin Lan smiled and leaned on his chest, "Third brother, you are so nice."

His mind was shaken, and he turned over and covered her under him, "It can be better."

Lin Lan: "You must be very tired after going to the countryside, let's go to sleep..."

He no longer wanted to talk and just wanted to use his actions to show that he really wanted to sleep with her.