Back to 1988, in order to lay down liver skills

Chapter 210
Early the next morning, Erwa ran over alive and kicking.

Yan Changqing immediately felt relieved, seeing the jumping appearance, probably...

There is no need for him to estimate, Erwa is very happy: "I was not beaten yesterday, I found a picture I drew for my mother and gave it to her, she was happy and didn't beat me."

Could it be that life is better now, that children can eat meat, and people have become smarter?

Thinking in his heart, Yan Changqing asked him to help him get the drumsticks: "Go to the river and beat the big drum, the public trial is still early, just go later."

Erwa took the drumsticks, roared and quarreled with Feihu Feixiong, and walked towards the river: "Brother Qijin, my mother gave me two yuan of pocket money."

"Next time you do this, behave better, ask your mother for a reward, and don't have to get the money yourself. Ask for a little every now and then, don't ask for more at a time, save it if you can't spend it, and go buy some good drawing paper yourself later."

"Yeah!" Erwa nodded, it seemed that because she had escaped the beating last night, her mind was alive now. "Brother Qijin, do you think if I draw a picture for my dad, will he give me money?"

"definitely will."

"Then I'll paint for my grandfather, my grandma, and my second uncle..."

Yan Changqing quietly listened to his counting. After counting the relatives, he then counted the other people in the village. He could basically read all the people he knew. It was almost ten thousand yuan...

I couldn't help reminding him: "Then you have to draw more beautifully. At your parents' place, as long as you draw a five-point portrait, they are willing to reward you with money. If you change it to someone else, it won't work."

"That's right." Erwa's plan to make a fortune was interrupted immediately, and she fumbled around in her pocket. "Brother Qijin, I even drew you a..."

Your uncle, did you earn all your money from me?

A crumpled piece of paper, A3 paper the size of an exam paper, painted the scene in the liquor store, but no matter how Yan Changqing looked at it, he felt that the wine jar he drew was more beautiful than the painting of himself.

The key is: "Who knew you were painting me, my face?"

"I drew the back, the face is in the front!" Erwa argued. "I'm behind you, I can't see the front face."

"Then what am I going to do here, who knows it's me except myself?" Yan Changqing almost threw the drum on his head. "You can even draw a side view, but is there anyone who draws the back of the head directly?"

"I drew it for you, you know it's you, it's fine!"

"I taught you how to draw, and you draw me a picture to earn my money? Where's your brain?"

Erwa was a little tangled holding the piece of paper: "Then you don't want it?"

"Yes, bring it to me, but I don't have any money." This guy is looking for money. He still wants money for this broken painting. He must be attacked, otherwise he will take his own painting and run around the village in the future. Do the 'buy and sell' thing.

But this guy didn't seem to be affected by anything: "I didn't want your money! You forgot that you bought this paper for me before."

Well, it's a bit of a conscience.

Yan Changqing looked at the place and put down the big drum: "Come on, I'll teach you how to beat!"

"Then let's make a lion for Chinese New Year, let's go to the lion dance?" Erwa's attention was immediately diverted again.

"We don't know how to do it. Besides, no one knows how to dance lions. It needs regular exercise." Yan Changqing said, thinking about it himself, saying that life in this village should be better, and spiritual and cultural life should be enriched, right?
There are not many people in the library, except for the students who go in during the holidays, there are not many people at other times.

Then we have to do something else, lion dance and the like don't seem to be very good, there are not many people in the village, why don't we set up a gong and drum team?The people in the gossip team don't do farm work now, so it would be nice to find something else to do.

Interest is cultivated gradually.

Now in addition to a few new buildings in the village, some people have started to grow flowers and plants. In the past, only vegetables were grown in the village, and few people did these things. Now, some people have cultivated this interest!

Yan Changqing's favorite thing to record with a camera is this kind of change.

Looking at the old men who used to only know how to pick up cow dung and sheep dung, and the women who only knew how to gossip, they are also learning to tend some flowers and plants, and he actually has a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

After all, this can be regarded as the change brought about by his rebirth.

……

The sound of the big drums in the valley was like the sound of hooves of horses, and it was also like a summer rainstorm. A few big raindrops fell, and gradually began to become faster and faster, and soon turned into a torrential rain.

Erwa's face was flushed with excitement, holding a drumstick in both hands, her whole body was shaking, and she was beating hard on the big drum quickly.

Yan Changqing didn't seem to work as hard as him, but if you looked over, you could only see that he was holding a fan-shaped thing with white and red borders in his hand, and you couldn't see the frequency of his tapping at all.

Drumming needs to be played like this to be enjoyable, although just playing like this does not increase the proficiency much.

But it's over!

If it wasn't for Tiedan and the others who couldn't wait to come and look for them in the village, the two of them could knock all morning.

Erwa got into the car and still couldn't get enough of it: "Brother Qijin, it's still comfortable to beat the big drum! Later, let's make another gong, I will play the drum and you will play the gong..."

If Yan Changqing ignored this product directly, if he wanted to buy it, he would continue to buy drums.

Buy other kinds of drums. There are too many kinds of drums handed down from the ancestors, and there are many differences in drums in different regions and ethnic groups.

Now one drum can't meet his needs for practicing skills, so he plans to purchase several other drums to use together.

By the way, I also want to buy suona, and the one I originally prepared is not enough.

……

The road was still being repaired, so the car drove slowly. When they arrived at the "Bull Market" in the town, it felt a bit overcrowded.

The public trial car was parked in the middle, and there were already people on it. They all squatted in the car with their hands on the railing of the car, and behind each of them stood a guard holding a rifle, so that the criminals were not given a chance to imagine escape.

Erwa still wanted to squeeze forward, but Yan Changqing grabbed him and pointed to the roof of the car: "Go, go up, be careful, don't get trampled on. Hurry up, we are in a high position, so we can see clear."

The few brats who came with the car were overjoyed, and Tie Dan still had the heart to mutter: "Brother Qijin, you didn't come last year, and I almost squeezed out one of my shoes."

Yan Changqing happened to be busy during the public trial last year, so he could only regret that he missed the last public trial.

After a group of people stood on the roof of the van, he also went up to try it out, and felt that the van was stronger than he thought, so there was no problem.

Anyway, they are all small people, and they are not too crowded when standing, and the vision is good, which is quite good.

It was just a little troublesome. When he climbed up, the people in charge of security nearby saw him and came over to say hello.

After dealing with these people, Yan Changqing was in the mood to take a closer look.

There are still 'acquaintances' from the town in the public trial car.

Now there are more and more people onlookers. After a while, there are people around the kung fu car. Yan Changqing listened to the discussion.

These people are really not worthy of sympathy. Even though a bastard like Brother Niu can't run business, he knows that going to the market as a errand runner can be regarded as a decent life, but there are still some people who just don't want to do something. down to business.

The management of these people in the market is not strict, because they have to work shifts at night, and they don’t care about drinking or drinking when others are working during the day.

Generally, I don’t look for night watchers for daytime work, and now there are many people in the market, and there are some restaurants and small businesses around, so there is no market at night. I was tired when I first started.

Some security guards found out that the sports car was not so hard after doing it. Now that the road is familiar, of course it was not as hard as it was in the beginning.

In this way, some people naturally moved their minds and began to learn to follow the car as a escort. After a long time, they slowly learned to drive, and gradually mixed into the business team.

There are also opportunities for handling, loading and unloading. The fleet has been expanding and absorbing new blood, so the market is actually constantly recruiting people.

Relatively speaking, the young people in the town have access to a little more things, and it is easier to integrate into the team.

Therefore, these people who are still working as gangsters in the town, from Yan Changqing's more extreme eyes, are actually not wronged if they are shot, anyway, they are not doing business, and having a few less is only good for social development.

……

When someone goes up with a loudspeaker, the public trial will begin.

At the beginning, he said a few nonsense as usual, and then began to pronounce the sentence directly.

The applicant's name, age, home address, what crime he has committed, and what punishment he will receive.

Those who were squatting down were picked up one by one and stood on the car for everyone to watch.

Some even wanted to put on a hippie smile, but the people who looked at them from behind didn't give them face, so they just swung the butt of their guns up.

No one talked about this right and that right. When the people below saw the people being interrogated being beaten, there was only a loud applause.

Yan Changqing sighed in his heart, this is indeed a bit rough, but why does it look so comfortable!
The few in the town were not charged with major crimes, a few were fighting, and a few were stealing.

The last two are cattle stealing, burglary, and highway robbery.

It was a gang crime, and there were cases elsewhere, but these two were local, so they were caught and executed locally.

That's right, he was shot straight away.

Any public trial must be executed by shooting, otherwise it is called a public trial.

After the public trial, there was still a speech. Wang Suo stood on the top with a loudspeaker and yelled loudly that he must abide by the law and never show mercy when he breaks the law.

Yan Changqing felt that this was a bit redundant, shooting them was enough, as long as a few were killed in front of everyone in a year, the effect would definitely be better than shouting a few words.

Thinking of this, he looked at the crowd who had started to whisper and listened to their 'comments'.

It seems that everyone took the shooting very lightly, thinking that it is normal for the damned to die, and they are still calling each other to watch together.

Listen, listen, Yan Changqing's eyes just fixed on one place!

Then he rubbed his eyes and looked again carefully, yes, he was right just now.

Over there was a middle-aged man looking excitedly at the public trial car, with two fingers stuffed into other people's pockets.

Because of the crowded crowd, Yan Changqing might not have been able to spot it if he hadn't had nearly second-level vision.

This is a bit outrageous.

However, the people who eat melons are still only concerned about excitement, and probably feel that this occasion should be quite safe, and they are not vigilant, but they were successfully succeeded by that person, and then he changed his target under Yan Changqing's gaze.

……

"Stand still, I'll catch a thief." Yan Changqing confessed, jumped out of the car and ran over.

There were quite a lot of people. He stood tall and could see far away, but when he came down, people wanted to go to the public interrogation car to see what the person to be shot was like, which made it difficult for him to walk.

Fortunately, he was strong enough and flexible enough to squeeze through the crowd, occasionally jumping up to take a look at the thief to determine his target.

After walking a few steps, he actually saw an acquaintance, he grabbed him and said, "Come on, there is a thief over there, he stole the two of you!"

Xiao Wang at the police station was a little dumbfounded when he heard this: "Will anyone dare to steal things on this occasion? Think we don't exist?"

Yan Changqing was speechless: "Everyone stole it. He is in his forties. He wears a Chinese tunic suit and wears glasses. He looks a bit like a teacher. Come with me..."

It is even more difficult to bring people together, the key point is not to shout, there are too many people, even if the above public trial car is holding a gun, it is impossible to beat people in this kind of situation, if the thief runs away, it will be discovered by the thief later the...

Anyway, the police station will definitely lose face.

Yan Changqing took Xiao Wang for a few more steps, then suddenly pushed hard, separated the crowd, and went straight up to grab the guy.

The man reacted quite neatly, and directly stretched out his hands to grab it: "What are you doing?"

Yan Changqing punched him with the other hand, and the man swayed immediately, and his eyes started to circle, probably a little dizzy.

Then Yan Changqing shouted: "Let's go, let's go, this is a thief! Hurry up and let's see if you lost anything?"

Xiao Wang also squeezed over, and his face was more familiar, jumping and shouting: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, this is a thief! Those who lost things wait for me, get out of the way now."

After finally getting out of the way for them, Xiao Wang yelled at the car: "This is another thief."

A few people followed behind shouting: "I lost three dollars..."

"I lost my wallet. There was no money in it. The wallet cost several dollars. I bought it at the west market..."

"What wallet do you bring if you don't have any money?"

"Isn't it because I bought a wallet and ran out of money!"

"I lost it too, I lost about ten yuan!"

……

The director of the car simply shouted with a loudspeaker: "The public trial is over, everyone can disperse now. A thief has been caught here, and those who lost things will follow to the police station to get things. Don't surround yourself, just disperse." If you surround them again, you will obstruct law enforcement, so arrest them all!"

After shouting several times, people gradually dispersed.

Just spread out, didn't go away.

Xiong Qishan and the temporary workers' assistant police from two police stations came over, helped handcuff the thief, and escorted him directly to the car at the nearby police station.

I was relieved when I got in the car. There were too many people watching the excitement, and there were some people who wanted to come up and kick their feet. They had to fulfill everyone's wishes, so they were sweating profusely after walking these few steps.

The thief is now sober, dejected, and a little bit dissatisfied, and actually asked: "Who was that person who just arrested me?"

Xiong Qishan slapped him next to him: "I want revenge! Hurry up, you will be lucky if there are too many people today. Of the four traffickers he caught last time, only two survived, and the three traffickers he caught last time ..."

Xiao Wang sneered and interrupted him: "You don't need to remind him, let him remember, ha ha!"

……

Yan Changqing had already gotten into the car and followed the public trial car to the west.

I ran all the way to the river, parked the car, and went down to watch the prisoner being escorted to continue walking up the river, further and further away.

Yan Changqing didn't continue walking, and stopped a group of people behind him: "Let's put it here and watch! If it's too close, they won't let them."

In fact, it is quite clear, and people on the distant river slope can see every move clearly.

Those two death-row prisoners with their hands behind their backs and a sign stuck in their backs were pressed to the ground, and then the sign was pulled out, and the two black muzzles were aimed directly at their heads, with two bangs.

Someone went up and touched it, and it was confirmed that it was dead, and then someone took a photo, and it was over.

After killing the chicken, you have to shed its hair!
It's simple, just put it on the car in one roll, and don't know where to pull it next.

……

Yan Changqing didn't get too close, afraid that the brats might not be able to see it well.

In fact, this group of heartless people looked very excited: "This is going to collapse? It's too fast, I didn't even see it clearly."

Yan Changqing waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go home for dinner. It's not Ling Chi who shot the prisoner, he had to be cut with a knife, of course it was very fast."

When he walked to the gate of the police station, he was stopped by Xiao Wang: "Mr. Yan, the person you arrested, why don't you come and make a record?"

Yan Changqing waved his hand: "It's all small things, it's your fault."

Xiao Wang refused to let him go: "This is from another place. He has several ID cards on him, a lot of money, and blades and so on. He looks professional. He is under trial, and he may be able to find out later. The son must be not small..."

"That's yours too." Yan Changqing waved him to hurry in. "I still have a carload of people here, you let us go to them to see how to interrogate prisoners?"

That's not suitable for children to watch.

Xiao Wang sneered: "That can't count me alone, it has to be counted..."

Yan Changqing was in a good mood: "It doesn't matter whoever it is, let's go!"

……

Yan Changqing was still humming while driving the car: "Today, the common people are really happy."

He now feels relaxed and in a particularly good mood.

The thief who was huddling around in the crowd just now passed the last bit of progress in his walking skills.

Can you be unhappy?Can you be unhappy?

It's been a few years...

Erwa was surprised: "Brother Qijin, what are you happy about? Did you see clearly why they were shot? I didn't see why they died. Those two should lie down."

Yan Changqing chuckled: "It's bloody on the brain, you go back and watch the slaughter of chickens...you can also watch the slaughter of pigs, that's all."

Tie Dan looked resolute: "I want to be a policeman in the future. When the police catch bad guys, shoot them all..."

Yan Changqing's smile disappeared for a moment, and he glanced at him: "Well, then you can go to the police academy, there is a public security college in the province, but if you study well now, you can get a better one. By the way, when Policeman, you need to practice your kung fu, especially hidden weapons."

"Yeah." Tie Dan nodded, looking quite serious. "I practice every day."

"That's right." Yan Changqing also nodded. "Remember to throw the hidden weapon first when you see the bad guys. If you don't fight, they can't do bad things in the future and don't give up. Especially those who still want to escape and resist, you must not keep your hands."

"Yeah!" Tie Dan nodded seriously again.

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