good old days

Jiang Xinyu went to the commune early in the morning with the villagers who were going to the commune, and then took a bus from the commune to the county.

She originally wanted to go to the county to find Song Guifang, and they would go to the city police station with her to find her brother Song Zhikun to report the situation. Who would have thought that all the doors to her house were locked.

She had to go alone.

On this trip back, she could clearly feel that the atmosphere on the streets in the capital was better than here. The streets in the city were no different from those in the county. People doing small business were still the same as thieves. Find another place.

The news has obviously been broadcast, and the street stalls in the capital are being set up with great vigor, but here it is no different from before. It is not an exaggeration to describe the streets as being noisy.

She didn't come to Song Zhikun to fish Fan Tao out. She didn't think she had the ability. Besides, Fan Tao broke someone's ankle, how could he not bear criminal responsibility?

Outside the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Song Zhikun was very surprised to see Jiang Xinyu when he came out.

With a standard Chinese character face, a pure and resolute expression, and a righteous look, Song Zhikun still has obvious military qualities.

"Comrade Jiang, are you back from vacation? Do you have anything to do with me?"

Jiang Xinyu exchanged greetings with him and then got down to the topic, told Fan Tao's situation, and added: "The TV news has clearly stipulated that you can set up stalls and do small businesses within the regulations. There are many markets on the streets of the capital. Why is it here?" Was there any difference before? The behavior of those people is no different from extortion and robbery. Comrade Song, I am not doing this for Fan Tao. He should be punished by law for injuring others, but people like him and his father who were caught and fined did not Quite a few…”

Song Zhikun raised his hand to interrupt her and walked back to the corner.

He lowered his voice and said: "You just said that it is within the regulations. Comrade Jiang, you are a college student and you should know the rules implicit in the text better than I do. The superiors issued a clear notice that you can do small business, but there are strict regulations. There are quite a few, and they all have valid reasons for arresting people.”

Without waiting for her to speak, he continued: "You can't control this matter, and I don't have the ability to control it. You ask your aunt to take the money to make amends, and then look for connections. If you can't solve it, there is nothing you can do."

Jiang Xinyu couldn't believe that these words came out of his mouth as a former soldier.

"Comrade Song, I'm not here to help you recruit people. I just want to reflect on the situation. I don't want many more people to lose their money..."

"Brother Song, who is this? Your partner?"

Before Jiang Xinyu could finish her words, she was interrupted by this young man who was wandering over with his hands in his pockets. This man was also wearing a uniform, and the way he looked at her up and down made her very uncomfortable.

Song Zhikun took a step forward calmly and stood in front of Jiang Xinyu, "This is not my partner. She is married. She and her husband are both college students from Huaqing."

The man's eyes became more interested, "Why do I come to see you in private when I'm already married?"

Jiang Xinyu was very dissatisfied with the look in his eyes: "Can't you do something serious? Comrade, are you too lenient?"

The man stared at her with a non-smiling smile for several seconds, and then said, "Then you guys have a good chat, and I'll leave first."

Although this man was retreating, his body and face were facing Jiang Xinyu's direction, and his eyes were like a hook stained with feces, which made people feel physically uncomfortable.

When everyone was completely gone, Jiang Xinyu's tense body relaxed slightly.

The breath coming out of Song Zhikun's nose was a little heavy, and his expression was a little gloomy. He said, "Wait for me here. I will take you back to the county and bring back some things for Guifang."

Jiang Xinyu was not an idiot. She was sensitive enough to realize that he suddenly wanted to send her back because it had something to do with the man just now. She was stupid to refuse.

Song Zhikun said halfway: "Comrade Jiang, I probably understand your purpose, but there is nothing I can do. I'm sorry."

What can Jiang Xinyu say? Many things in this era are not as simple as one plus one equals two.

She felt that she was still arrogant. The incident at the Xiezi Street intersection could be on the news, which made her think that such a thing should be easy to handle. In her silence, Song Zhikun continued: "You should come to the city less often. There was a big problem with that man just now."

His direct reminder made Jiang Xinyu think a lot.

"I understand. I will take the train the day after tomorrow. I don't know when I will come back next time."

She changed the subject: "I went to Sister Guifang's house that day and she was pregnant."

Speaking of this, Song Zhikun also showed a bit of a smile on his face. His sister had been aborted by Zhu Lin before and could not have another baby. Unexpectedly, she became pregnant again this year. It was considered a favor from God.

The bus was driving on a dirt road, not very fast because of the uneven road. A donkey cart was parked on the side of the road in front of it. There were people on the cart, and the cries of men and women could be heard when they got closer.

The bus stopped nearby, and the driver stuck his head out and asked loudly: "What's going on? Do you want help?"

The bus stopped, the noise on the bus disappeared, and the cries of men and women became clearer, so clear that it was ear-piercing.

Such mournful cries will bring goosebumps and empathy to all who hear them.

They were too involved in crying and did not answer the driver's words.

Someone in the car said: "The person lying on the car frame is covered in blood."

Jiang Xinyu had already recognized the man and woman who were crying. They were her aunt Jiang Cuicui and her eldest uncle Fan Sheng. The faces of the people lying on the carriage could not be seen clearly, but the blood all over them was really eye-catching.

"It's my aunt. The person lying on the carriage may be Fan Tao."

She got out of the car, and Song Zhikun also followed. He turned back to the people in the car and asked, "Is there a doctor to check on the situation?"

There was actually a doctor in the car, he looked to be in his forties.

After the doctor examined her, he shook his head under Jiang Cuicui's extremely hopeful eyes, "He lost too much blood and he has passed away."

There was a strong smell of blood on the tip of Jiang Xinyu's nose. She could clearly see the white bones exposed on Fan Tao's ankles. The legs had the most blood, and his head also looked bloody.

Jiang Cuicui pushed Jiang Xinyu to the ground. She was hysterical, "It was all you. If it weren't for you not helping, Taozi wouldn't have died! Why didn't you die!"

Song Zhikun grabbed the person with a strong hand, "She went to the city today just to find me about your family. Comrade, calm down, how did he die?"

The grieving Fan Sheng wiped his tears and broke down in tears. After a while, he said: "Early in the morning, we were notified to go to the commune to collect people. When we arrived, Taozi was covered in blood and lying there unconscious. We took him to the commune health team first. I couldn't stop it, so I went to the county hospital again, but there was nothing the county hospital could do, so we rushed to the city again, but halfway through, Taozi ran out of breath."

"They said that Taozi inflicted this injury on his own. He wanted to commit suicide to escape the blame. I can still think that he hit his head on his own. The calf bone is deformed. How can he do it by himself?" Jiang Cuicui shed tears. It flowed all over his face and he roared.

Jiang Xinyu felt heavy when she heard this.

Although Fan Tao had a habit of petty theft and was a careless person, he was still tortured and killed in this way even though his crime was not worthy of death.

Rampant, too rampant.

"Auntie, please file a complaint."