With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

The guard responsible for keeping Xue Ming under house arrest came to the office of the Crime Unit and said, "Report to Comrade Director, Comrade Xue wants to see you."

Zhao Qinghong was stunned for two seconds and put down the document in her hand, took off her glasses and rubbed her sore eyes, "I understand."

The water in the teacup was already cold, so Zhao Qinghong mixed half a cup of hot water with cold water and drank it in one gulp.

Putting on his glasses and striding back to the dormitory, he knocked on the door symbolically and then pushed the door open and asked, "Do you want to see me for anything?"

"Uncle Zhao, I have been under house arrest by you for five days. I want to go home tomorrow." Xue Ming did not want to stay here any longer.

"Please pay attention to your words. How can you say you are under house arrest when you are now enjoying the treatment of a cadre?" Zhao Qinghong spoke righteously.

"Stop it, Uncle Zhao. Is eating meat every day a cadre's treatment? I have something urgent to do when I get home." Xue Ming knew that he was changing the subject.

"What's the emergency because you didn't participate in collective labor? We are doing our best to investigate the spies lurking in the provincial capital. It is your obligation to cooperate with the public security work." Zhao Qinghong was already exhausted mentally and physically.

Xue Ming's urgent task is to go home and ask his uncle for a water truck, and then water the 15 acres of wheat fields in the space with earing water. "Uncle Zhao, do you want to water the wheat when it is earing?"

"Huh?" Zhao Qinghong couldn't keep up with Xue Ming's rhythm. "Of course you need to water the wheat to ear. Watering can improve the ear emergence rate of the wheat field. Why do you ask?"

"The guard said that enemy agent Wu Sijin has confessed. Why do you keep me here?" Xue Ming really didn't understand what he was thinking.

"What a confession. He only admitted that he was an enemy agent and refused to reveal his intelligence network." Zhao Qinghong patted Xue Ming on the shoulder, "Son, you have to understand my good intentions. If I let you go now, his accomplices I will take revenge on you, I am doing it for your own good!”

"Just tell Master An what you want to eat, and tell Xiao Liu what you want to use. You can't leave until Wu Sijin's accomplice is arrested." After Zhao Qinghong said this, he patted his butt and left.

"Thank you." Xue Ming was angry and helpless. He was not afraid of Wu Sijin's accomplices if he had room to strike. Those people were professional spies who would not take the risk of being exposed to seek revenge.

He was afraid of delaying the watering of the wheat fields. His mother said that one ear of wheat can harvest thirty or forty grains of wheat. Even one missing ear of wheat is heartbreaking.

There was a knock on the door, and guard Liu opened the door and came in, "Hello, Comrade Xue, please don't cause any more trouble to Director Zhao. He was busy until two in the morning last night. It is our duty to catch enemy agents."

Xue Ming was too lazy to pay attention to him. If he had known this, he would have caught some enemy agents. He could just give Wu Sijin a few whips to vent his anger. The prerequisite for doing good things is not to harm his own interests.

He took out a pen from his pocket and wrote the application form. After writing it, he asked the guard to hand it over, "Please help me hand it over to Comrade Zhao Qinghong."

"Comrade Xue Ming, stop making trouble." The guard felt that Xue Ming's ideological consciousness was not high and he didn't know what it means to sacrifice one person for the collective and the family for everyone.

He took out a dictionary-sized copy of "Selected Works of Mao Zedong" from his pocket and placed it on the table. He took the application form and went to the crime squad office.

Zhao Qinghong chuckled after reading the application, "This monkey is getting angry with me, saying that he must get on the train home tomorrow, or he will hang himself in the dormitory."

"Haha..." The whole office burst into laughter, taking Xue Ming's threat as a joke.

Criminal investigation captain Xu Changzheng said seriously, "I think this young comrade's ideological consciousness is not high. I suggest that he not apply for a reward for catching enemy agents to temper his bad temper."

"Captain Xu, don't be too familiar with him. Xue Ming is just a young boy from the country. He should still get the rewards he deserves." Director Wei Ming of the Special Warfare Section said with a smile.

"Hmph, I want to see how big a wave he can make. Comrades, continue the meeting." Zhao Qinghong hooked her hand and called the guard closer, whispering into his ear.

The canteen of the Provincial Public Security Bureau is much more luxurious than the canteen of Guangming Commune Primary School. There are many tables and benches for people to eat, and various slogans are posted.

Eat for free and work hard to solve cases.

I am a peacekeeper, carry forward the spirit of not being afraid of difficulties and sacrifices, and defend our country to the death...

"Comrade, please leave." A cook with a big head and thick neck asked Xue Ming to leave, pointing to the sign indicating that the kitchen was an important area and no one should enter.

"Old Zhou, this little comrade is a little hero who catches enemy agents." Chef An Guoshun chuckled, "Is Comrade Xiao Xue here to see me?"

"Yes, I would like to ask Master An how long the wheat heading period is and when is the best time to pour heading water."

"You asked the right person. My family is a poor farmer for eight generations. It takes three to five days for the wheat to be fully harvested. Of course, the earlier the earing water is poured, the better."

When An Guoshun said these words, he looked arrogant, as if it was a great thing to have eight generations of poor farmers. Chef Zhou, who had just scolded Yue Ming, actually showed an expression of envy.

Xue Ming said thank you and left the canteen, walked to the small alley on the left side of the canteen, entered the space and opened the God's perspective to see the canteen's grain and oil reserve.

There were five and a half bags of rice in the small warehouse. The bags said one hundred catties of japonica rice.

In front of the rice pile is a steel-welded shelf with various seasonings such as soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, onion and ginger.There are also two clay pots of about 20 liters with red labels saying peanut oil.

"Old man Zhao Qinghong, if you don't let me go tomorrow, I will take away the firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar here to make up for the delay in watering the earing... Damn it!"

Xue Ming was so frightened by this idea that he shivered. This is the police canteen in the provincial capital. I actually want to rob someone here?

The more I thought about it, the crazier I felt. Then a big mouse sneakily came out of the corner and slowly approached the wooden cat.

The wooden cat is a mousetrap invented by our ancestors. Below it is a wooden box with an open top. The mice can't help but be tempted to get into the box and eat the bait.

A large wooden hammer hung on a rope on the wooden box. Soon the mouse triggered the mechanism and released the rope. The wooden hammer fell directly and killed the mouse with a bang.

"Beautiful! Only the food in the mousetrap is free." Xue Ming couldn't help but praise the wisdom of his ancestors. The wooden cat may be more efficient at catching mice than a real cat.

At this time, the warehouse door opened. An Guoshun used a match to light the kerosene lamp on the table, used a sewing needle to pick up the wick to brighten the light, put on his reading glasses and lay on the table to record accounts.

The lighting in the warehouse is not good, and An Guoshun is old and has presbyopia, so it is really difficult for him to keep accounts.

In about ten minutes, An Guoshun took off his glasses and put the ledger in a drawer, locked the drawer with an iron lock, stood up, walked to the shelf and stared at the peanut oil can quietly.

Just like this, another three minutes passed, and An Guoshun, who looked troubled, shook his head and left the warehouse.

"Oh my God, is this old boy An Guoshun trying to steal peanut oil from the warehouse and sell it to me? Isn't this crazy?"

Xue Ming looked at the kerosene lamp on the table and couldn't help frowning. An Guoshun actually forgot to extinguish the kerosene lamp. Wasn't he afraid that a mouse would knock over the lampstand and cause a fire dragon to set fire to the warehouse?