I make a living solving crimes.

Chapter 354 A grateful heart

Fan Tuan'er pondered over Chang Wei's words, and after a while she said softly, "Chang Wei, thank you!"

"Don't just talk, let's get down to business." Chang Wei gathered up his clothes and squatted on the ground, pulling up a few dry grasses and playing with them in his hands. "I want to eat steamed pork with rice flour and stir-fried bacon with mugwort tonight."

"Okay." Fan Tuaner agreed with a smile.

No matter what the final result of the elders' discussion was, Chang Wei had already paved a golden road for Zheng Li.

With this merit and the cultural level of a junior high school graduate, it would not be difficult to capture the executioner who killed more than 30 comrades of our party, whether he entered the Public Security Bureau or the Investigation Bureau, with a little arrangement (operation).

Even if Zheng Li was unwilling to join the two bureaus, it would be easy to arrange a worker status for him, or even directly give him a cadre position.

Everything falls into place.

In the rice field, hearing Zheng Li's shout, Song Yucheng looked towards the ridge of the field in confusion.

He knew Zheng Li, the clerk of the Jiuhe Production Team.

Behind him stood four young men, who were from the city, as could be seen from their clothes. Two men in Zhongshan suits were smoking together, a pretty woman in a Lenin suit was looking over here, and another young man in a woolen coat was squatting on the ground pulling dry grass, bored.

Lao Hu had already taken the lead and walked towards the ridge of the field, shouting, "Xiao Li, why are you calling us?"

"Cadres from the city have come to ask about the yield per mu."

Old Hu muttered, "What the hell, do I dare to tell the truth?"

As he walked away, he replied, "Why are you asking me? Old Song is a model worker, but I am not."

"The cadres said they wanted to ask more questions. They just came out of my house and mainly asked outsiders about the situation. They also wanted to find out whether the land reform and the big pot meals bullied outsiders."

After hearing this, Lao Hu and Song Yucheng felt relieved.

Lao Hu was considering whether to take this opportunity to file a complaint.

The leader of their production team sneaks into the young widow's bed every night. Can they do anything about this?

Why can't you even let me in the door?

Song Yucheng put his worry to rest, thinking that he was being questioned because of his status as an outsider and a model worker, and followed Lao Hu with ease.

The two of them walked slowly along the ridge of the field, with respectful smiles on their faces, "Hello, leaders."

Chang Wei stood up, a smile as bright as spring breeze appeared on his face, he took a few quick steps and stretched out his hands, "Hello, fellow members."

He shook hands vigorously with Lao Hu, asked a few simple questions, and then turned to Song Yucheng, "I heard that this member is a model worker?"

Song Yucheng bent slightly and took Chang Wei's outstretched hand with both hands. Just as he was about to speak, a sharp pain came from the palm of his hand.

"Ah--" He screamed miserably and couldn't break free. Just as he was about to kick, a pistol was pressed against each side of his forehead.

"Qi Yulin, we have been looking for you for ten years."

Chang Wei's voice was so cold that it made him fall into an icy cave in an instant.

Old Hu was so frightened that he stood there trembling and not daring to move.

At this time, his mind was in a mess, and he was still wondering if he had been discovered stealing the widow's pants.

Song Yucheng had his hands pinched by Chang Wei. Fan Tuaner took out the handcuffs and put them on his wrists with ease, while trying hard to recall the name Qi Yulin in her mind.

The screams on the ridge of the field were so loud that they instantly attracted the attention of the idle men in the rice field.

No one dared to run over to watch the fun, and everyone ran away to protect themselves.

Only the brigade secretary and the accompanying personnel from the county party committee office ran back and asked cautiously, "Director Chang, what are you doing?"

"Song Yucheng, formerly known as Qi Yulin, is a fugitive we have been looking for for ten years. He was just found by our investigators." Chang Wei explained, handed Qi Yulin to Zhang Long, and continued: "Zhao Hu, go to the commune and call the county, no, ask the municipal bureau to send a car over. This person must be taken away for interrogation overnight."

"Yes."

"Political Commissar Fan, take Comrade Zheng Li with you on your bike, and have the district's investigation bureau send someone over as well."

"Yes."

Fan Tuaner stood at attention and accepted the order. He blinked and instantly understood Chang Wei's good intentions.

This gave her a natural opportunity to get to know her brother.

"Comrade Secretary, Comrade Zheng Li cooperated with us to capture a fugitive from a serious crime and made great contributions. Now I ask your militia to protect Zheng Li's family and prevent the criminal and his accomplices from retaliating against his family."

"Okay, okay, I'll arrange it right away."

The young man who was pulling weeds on the ground just now now had a strong aura and everyone was so awe-inspiring that they didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest.

Seeing this, Qi Yulin, who had tried to struggle, no longer had any desire to resist.

Zheng Li followed Fan Tuaner, sat on the back seat of the bicycle, and smelled the breeze, feeling inexplicably familiar.

"I heard that you are an adopted son?" A gentle female voice came with the wind.

Zheng Li didn't dare to get too close. He put his hands in front of him and quietly grasped the back seat support, trying to sit as far back as possible. He answered in a low voice: "Well, my parents picked me up from Shanxi."

"Are your adoptive parents good to you?"

"Very good." Zheng Li answered without hesitation, "When I first came here, there was no land reform yet. My family was poor, so my sister only went to primary school and saved money for me to go to junior high school."

The young man was silent for a while, then continued, "I studied in the county town. I didn't have food coupons, so all the food was saved by my family. My sister almost got married last year to get some money for my tuition, just to get some betrothal gifts."

"...They are all good people." Fan Tuan'er pursed her lips and asked carefully: "Do you know the situation of your biological parents?"

"My parents never told me, and I didn't dare to ask."

"...Do you miss them then?"

"......I have no idea."

Fan Tuaner asked very cautiously, and Zheng Li's answer was confused and helpless.

So she stopped asking about these things and casually asked about Zheng Li's life over the years.

What do you like to eat, what do you like to play, what books do you like to read, and is there a girl you like?

Zheng Li answered patiently, confused.

Why do I feel that this leader is not arrogant at all, and his voice is not like those northerners that my parents used to talk about. He is even gentler than southerners.

She is like an older sister, caring about me in every detail.

"You have made a great contribution this time. Our team leader appreciates you very much and may help you arrange a job. What do you want to do?"

"Me? I don't know."

"Do you want to be a police officer? Or a worker?"

"Can I?" Zheng Li suddenly raised his voice. Fan Tuan'er could feel his joy and happiness even though her back was facing him. After a moment of silence, he said, "No, I can't leave the production team. I have to stay here to earn work points. My parents are old."

In fact, Zheng Sancai is not even forty years old.

But farm work is torturous, and since they lived through war, they lack food and clothing and look much older than city dwellers.

In Zheng Li's eyes, his parents are old.