Ancient master modern police

Chapter 250 Five Gui Geng?

In Wangbei Village, it is impossible to catch the criminals and hand them over to the police. The police in Maesle are basically Chinese, and the Thais don’t care about things, and they can’t control them.

Besides, everyone in the same village is not a very law-abiding person. Whoever has no two or three enemies, just deal with it by yourself.

The people Chen Siwei brought over were his apprentices. He caught a few of them and took them back to the martial arts hall. The fellow villagers saw them. Except for the village head, everyone else consciously wouldn't come and disturb them all day.

The head of Wangbei Village is the former head of the regiment. He handed over his weapons and retired. He didn't want to be an official anymore, so he returned here to retire. Usually, the group of cemeteries in the north of the village and the old comrades guarding the cemetery are the most frequented. Drinking and chatting, when he heard something happened, he rushed over immediately.

"Siwei, what happened?" Seeing the detainees, the nearly 60-year-old village head asked Chen Siwei. There was no blame in his words, only doubts.

"Second Uncle, this matter..." Chen Siwei walked in a little bit, took out a cigarette, gave the village chief and the people around him a walk, and slowly spoke clearly.

Hearing Chen Siwei's words, the village chief scolded fiercely: "These bastards really think we Jiusan people are easy to bully, don't they? I'll tell the cubs in two days to show them some color. "

The village chief was not an official, but his son became a small military officer. Based on his previous relationship, he was stationed on the northern border of Thailand. If you want to say that the military officers in the Golden Triangle are like that, who doesn’t order gray things, who doesn’t pull The team went out to "suppress bandits".

These Chinese soldiers are actually part of the forces in Mesle Town.

"Second uncle, if it's too much trouble, forget it. The hundreds of people in Esso are not soft persimmons. We have touched them a few times, and it's not like that." Chen Siwei was embarrassed to let the village chief's son take risks, and comforted him in turn. explain.

"It's not to fight life and death, to make the shit feel uncomfortable, if there is any trouble, you don't care about it, if he dares to send people to my site to make trouble, I can't spare him." Relying on your temper, if you don't bully others, you are self-cultivating. If you are bullied to the top, you will turn into a tortoise if you can't bear it.

Holding the cigarette with his thumb and index finger, he took a big puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out. The village head looked at Zhang Qi curiously again, and asked, "Siwei, this is the 'Master Zhang' you mentioned." '? Strong enough, a good material for a soldier."

The village head knows Zhang Qi’s identity, and he doesn’t have any good feelings for the people in the system of the motherland in the north. Usually, when a Chinese civilian comes, the village head will happily come to ask about the situation in the country. Reminiscing about the past, but the official is coming, so I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood.

But the purpose Zhang Qi had in mind when he came here was very appreciated by the village chief. This time he showed such a skill again, the village chief couldn't help but want to get to know each other. For soldiers, for those who are good at skills and very decent People are very important.

As a martial artist, Chen Siwei certainly knew the mood of the village chief's second uncle, so he arranged for his apprentice to lock up the captured guys, and then called Zhang Qi and the village chief to drink tea in the living room, as for the others.

After tea was served and desserts were served, Chen Siwei introduced each other straight to the point, "Village Chief, this is Master Zhang, the master of Tang Ying from the Chinese Martial Art Museum in Hokkaido, Japan. Master Zhang's martial arts, Siwei is willing to bow down."

"Master Zhang, this is our village chief..."

"The old man's name is Chen Chuan, and he is the second eldest. He calls me Uncle Er to save face, and old acquaintances and bastards all call me a fool, haha." The village chief Chen Chuan said boldly, with a strong sense of recklessness in his words.

Zhang Qi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled again, and cupped his hands at Chen Chuan, "Second Uncle is full of energy, he is always strong and strong, and his kung fu is good."

"It's just loud. I'm old, and some mice and cockroaches dare to crawl here." Chen Chuanyu said with a pun, referring to the two guys Xin Maopeng and Esuo.

"I know everything about Master Zhang. I, Chen Er, am stupefied, but I can't be stunned by this kind of thing. Those rats and cockroaches don't want to run away one by one."

The more powerful the government is in the weaker areas, the more powerful these private groups will be. Zhang Qi knows that getting help from the village head is much more practical than getting approval from Basong and the others.

Basong's side is for the sake of integrity, while Chen Chuan's side is for real.

Just as he was about to thank him, there was a knock on the door. It wasn't an underground party connection. Chen Siwei didn't even close the door. Turning his head to look, Ajima in white national costume came into view.

"Second Grandpa, Uncle, Master Zhang, Auntie asked me to ask, should the food be served in the living room or in the dining room?" Ajima had a sweet mouth, and asked them in order of age, and told them the purpose of coming here.

It's almost twelve o'clock now, in the middle of noon, just in time for dinner, Zhang Qi ate grilled fish and drank wine in the morning, and now he is still drinking tea with snacks, eating all morning, but he didn't feel it at all Hungry.

But whether you're hungry or not is one thing. It's Chen Siwei's problem whether you want to eat or not.

"I'm so busy and confused, let your aunt bring the food, remember to bring the wine, the second uncle is fine with this." Chen Siwei said without thinking, and smiled at Zhang Qi and Chen Chuan after speaking, the two guests , They all love to drink, it seems that my inventory will be a little less today.

Sure enough, when he heard that he was staying for dinner, Chen Chuan was not polite at all, and cheerfully said to Zhang Qi: "Master Zhang, we are lucky to have a good meal, and if we open our stomachs today, we will have to get rid of Siwei's stock. .”

"I'm afraid he doesn't have enough wine." Zhang Qi also joked to Chen Chuan.

When Chen Siwei heard that he was going to be injured as he expected, he smiled wryly, thinking that it's a good thing the curator is out, otherwise two wine barrels would be enough for him, if there were three, would he still have to live? .

"Hey, this wine, Siwei, you're good, it's hidden deep enough." Served the food, served the wine, an old wine barrel from Chen Chuan, opened the seal of the wine jar, and smelled the aroma of the wine with one nose , thought it was Chen Siwei's trump card, and couldn't help but make fun of it.

Even Zhang Qi was attracted by the aroma of the wine, and who looked a little more carefully than Chen Chuan, Zhang Qi clearly saw a little trace of dirt left on the wine jar after it was wiped clean.

It looks like it was just dug out.

"It's so fragrant, why don't I remember that I hid this thing, it's a big loss, this woman is not sensible." Chen Siwei was puzzled at first, then slapped his thigh and said with a painful face.

Taking a closer look, Chen Siwei also noticed the clue.

"Ajima, is this your birth wine?" Chen Siwei asked in surprise to Ajima who was helping the three of them to hold the dishes.

There is a custom in many places. When children make noises, they bury some good wine, and they will dig out a jar to drink on important days. This is how Nurhong comes from, and so does Zhuangyuanzui.

When Ajima was born, it was not suitable for her parents to bury wine, so Chen Siwei's wife helped to arrange some. Except for the five jars that could only be drunk at the wedding banquet, the extra jars were three or four jars.

Chen Siwei has been thinking about this wine, not for a year or two, but since Ajima was a child until now.

I didn't expect that I was too embarrassed and had no chance to taste it before, but today I can taste my long-cherished wish.

"Well, I'm happy today, and my aunt also agreed with me to make a pot for Master Zhang to drink." Ajima blushed slightly, and said softly with her mouth open: "Thank you Master Zhang for saving my life, and for helping me catch those few. guy."

"It's easy, it doesn't have to be like this." Hearing the origin of this wine, Zhang Qi felt a little embarrassed. Although it can't be said that this wine is only drunk by married people, most of it is.

"Haha, it's better to come early than to come by coincidence. It seems that the old man and I have a good fortune today. Master Zhang, you don't want to separate us." Chen Chuan saw the good wine, his mouth was full of saliva, and he said cheerfully As he spoke, he immediately poured himself a glass, then swallowed it all with a grunt, and finally took a long breath of satisfaction.

"Second Uncle, you're playing tricks." Chen Siwei didn't care about being surprised, as if he was afraid of losing money, he also poured himself a glass, and swallowed it anxiously.

After the two had finished drinking, they realized that Zhang Qi, the master, hadn't drunk yet. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Fortunately, Ajima obediently poured Zhang Qi a glass and motioned the latter to taste it.

Wine is good wine, you don't need to open your mouth to know it, but why is Chen Siwei's eyes so strange?

Glancing at Ajima, Chen Siwei asked Zhang Qi, "Master Zhang, is this wine good?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? When it was buried, there were several autumn vintages, and Ajima was 21 years old. The wine has been good for decades, and the vintage is enough. Tell me..." Before Zhang Qi answered, Chen Chuanwei The disrespectful old man opened his mouth and followed Chen Siwei's words.

In the end, he realized that he shouldn't have answered the question like this. Chen Siwei is a weird kid.

"It's a pity that I only drank one pot today. If I want to drink again, I have to wait until Ajima gets married." Sure enough, Chen Siwei said it right away.

Although this wine does not have to be drunk when getting married, how many important days are there in a woman's life?

Since ancient times, as a woman, unless the family is very good and the children and grandchildren are filial, otherwise most of them will not live long, and the birthday will be gone. Except that birth is related to marriage.

The grace of saving lives is very important, but good wine is not the only kind, and with Ajima's slight revealing intentions, and his wife's consent, Chen Siwei is not an idiot, and he knows clearly that this is Say hello.

The older generation's view on marriage is that if you see it right, you will do it. Fast and accurate are the three most important factors.

Zhang Qi is a person who needs good looks and good skills. After two days of contact, he is quite appetizing. I heard that he is still an official in China. If Ajima marries, he will be the wife of an official.

Seeing Ajima pouring wine for Zhang Qi with a smile, Chen Siwei said after deliberating, "Master Zhang is your Geng this year..."

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