A coquettish and book-worn man lives by a rough man

"We are really unjust. We are not human traffickers."

The third child explained again, looking at the staff opposite him eagerly, but he took a leisurely sip of tea before speaking slowly.

"As you said, someone will naturally investigate. Now I ask you, why did you arrest Gu Jiaojiao?"

"Let's ask her something."

"whats the matter?"

"This is a matter for our Nursing Committee. I don't need to worry about it. You just need to investigate our identities and let us leave."

When the three people saw each other and said that someone would verify their identity information, their confidence immediately returned.

But the staff member said with a cold face: "That's nonsense. I called your leader long before I came in. There was no such thing!"

"When you get here, you are still trying to deceive yourself to get through. That is impossible. I advise you to tell the truth honestly. If you confess, you will be lenient and if you resist, you will be stern."

Three people were dumbfounded.

This matter indeed had nothing to do with the Nursing Committee. It was the person An Mingjiang asked them to arrest, but they couldn't directly tell what happened to An Mingjiang. For a moment, the three of them were silent.

They were silent and the other side was very patient.

This is not the first time that the staff has interrogated prisoners. They have seen many prisoners who refuse to confess. This interrogation requires patience and perseverance.

They are not in a hurry at all. They have plenty of time to spend here with the three of them.

On the other side, Gu Jiaojiao and Leng Yuan went back with the Qingshan Brigade. Gu Jiaojiao expressed her gratitude to the group on the way.

Everyone waved their hands again and again.

"Gu Zhiqing, you have done so many things for the village. Naturally, we cannot let them take you away casually. Don't worry, Qingshan Brigade is your home, and we will protect you."

At this time, the village is very united. If someone in a village has something to do, the whole village will go to help. Although it is a bit unpleasant at ordinary times, when it comes to the matter, they will not stand by and watch.Gu Jiaojiao didn't know that she had integrated into the Qingshan Brigade without knowing it.

Leng Yuan's cold eyebrows softened a lot. He had no sense of belonging to the Qingshan Brigade. He didn't even want to interact with the people in the village, so he moved to the foot of the mountain alone.

Friends are friends, but his heart is not with the Qingshan Brigade.

There is no idea of ​​sharing weal and woe with the village.

Today, when everyone helped him beat someone up, Leng Yuan felt that for the first time he was one with these people, which was a very comfortable feeling.

The group went back, and Leng Yuan escorted Gu Jiaojiao home.

The villagers have nothing to worry about. Leng Yuan alone is as good as ten of them.

However, the captain still paid more attention.

"Leng Yuan, you just stay at home with your wife these days. You don't have to go to the fields. I'll write a note for you."

Leng Yuan thought the same way. If it weren't for Gu Jiaojiao's cleverness, he didn't know what would have happened this time.

This kind of thing happened twice, and Leng Yuan decided to stay with his wife from now on, so that no one would dare to knock on their door.

Gu Jiaojiao didn't stop him either.

It was already the beginning of August. The busy farming season was over, the holidays were over, and school would start the day after tomorrow. She had to pack her things in the past two days.

Gu Jiaojiao pretended to be frightened and was escorted back by Leng Yuan. As soon as she entered the house, Gu Jiaojiao broke away from Leng Yuan's arms: "It's over, Guanggu is busy, and the chickens at home haven't been fed yet!"

Then he ran to the kitchen, grabbed a handful of millet, and sprinkled it into the chicken coop.

Leng Yuan silently took back his hand and looked at the chicken pecking at the rice grains. Well, the food for his chickens is better than that of other people's chickens.