Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The small courtyard where Liu Lan lived was very lively.

Azhen, Chen Wanru, Liu Lan and He Daqing were chatting and laughing while eating dinner, and teasing Liu Lan's baby from time to time.

Seeing how happy Ah Zhen was teasing him, He Daqing said:

"Ah Zhen, when can you bring our baby out so I can hold him?

As a father, I have to take a look at my own child, right? "

Ah Zhen quickly shook her head.

"No, my father is watching me closely and won't let me take him out.

The child took his surname, and he raised his grandson as his own grandson.

Don't do anything stupid. When the baby is older, I'll bring him out for you to see."

He Daqing sighed.

"Hey~

What is this called.

My own son should call Li Huaide his father.

I'm so mad, let's go inside and play a few games..."

I looked at the watch I had captured on the battlefield. It was half past seven.

He Daqing went out and took out a bicycle from the space.

He tied a sack of beef to the back seat of a bicycle and rode to the steel mill.

Outside the gate of the steel rolling mill, nine security personnel were eagerly waiting and finally welcomed their beloved Chief He.

Chen Dagen stepped forward attentively and helped He Daqing hold the bicycle.

"Chief, you are here.

Hearing that there would be an action in the evening, the team members were very enthusiastic and wanted to participate.

oops~

Chief, where did this bicycle come from? I have never seen this style before.

The workmanship and lines are really beautiful.”

He Daqing knocked Chen Dagen's hand away.

"Don't touch it, or the paint will fall off.

The American cruiser bicycle was probably captured on the battlefield.

Where did the bicycle come from? Should I tell you?

The players are very enthusiastic. I don't know about you guys. I'm afraid you want to eat meat?"

Chen Dagen laughed dryly a few times.

"Hey, the section chief is joking.

What's in the back seat? Is it meat?"

"Well, there are 120 pounds of meat in the sack. You can divide it among them."

The team members unloaded the sacks from the truck and shone them with flashlights.

"Chief, this meat is bright red and looks delicious."

"Haha, our section chief is really capable."

He Daqing looked at his watch and interrupted them.

"Okay, captain and vice-captain, divide the meat.

The two members who will be on the night patrol mission, follow me and gather at the police station."

He Daqing rode a bicycle and took the lead.

When I was almost at the police station, I found an excuse and put my bike in the space.

It was already half past eight when the three of them arrived at the police station.

There was an old street lamp on in the yard of the police station.

The dim light is almost negligible.

There were two lanterns, one on the left and one on the right in front of the door, illuminating the figures of people in the yard.

There were about forty or fifty people standing in the yard.

There were about thirty people in police uniform.

The rest, wearing uniforms without military ranks and red armbands, were from the militia and the public security committee.

There were thirty or twenty people in police uniforms, and the armbands they wore were different.

Some of the people on the armbands are security guards, some are patrol officers, and the rest are public security officers.

The police station chief, seeing that most people had arrived, began to speak:

“I would like to thank the brother units for their support, as well as the militia platoon and the public security committee.

We are old acquaintances, so I won't be polite.

Let me introduce to you the new comrade He Daqing.

Comrade He Daqing is a first-class combat hero and a special meritorious contributor. He has now transferred to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and serves as the head of the Security Department.

Come, let's let Comrade He Daqing say a few words."

He Daqing walked out of the queue amid warm applause.

“Actually, I’m not new here, I’ve been in here for fights several times.

I am familiar with the police station.

Haha.

I believe many people recognize me.

He Dalu from Nanluoguxiang.

It's not worth boasting about the fact that I achieved some military merit by chance.

Since I, He Daqing, have eaten this bowl of rice, I must show my ability to eat this bowl of rice.

I hope my fellow comrades and fellow fighters will give me more advice and let us make progress together..."

Everyone laughed and whispered.

I never expected that the He Daqing in the newspaper was actually He Dalu. This is ridiculous.

But the facts were before their eyes, and they couldn't help but not believe it.

It took a while for the scene to quiet down.

The chief of the police station just told us today's mission.

"Okay, okay, calm down.

It's almost time, everyone should not delay the important work.

Recently, Director Bai from the Street Office complained to our police station that there are frequent thefts in our street.

For example, in the public toilets on our street, the night soil collectors can’t even take out the feces, and all the feces inside have been stolen.

The feces in public toilets are the property of our streets.

As security personnel, we have the responsibility and obligation to protect state-owned assets.

Next, patrol areas will be assigned..."

He Daqing almost couldn't wrap his mind around it.

After all this fuss, it turns out someone stole the shit.

It was just stealing some shit, was it necessary to make such a big fuss?

Only He Daqing was slightly surprised; the other team members seemed to be used to it.

He Daqing led his team members, holding flashlights, and walked towards the patrol area. He still didn't quite understand along the way.

“From what the director said, we’re going to use heavy measures this time.

Stealing shit, what's the big deal?

The two team members explained patiently.

"Section Chief, you used to be a chef, then a driver, and now you are the section chief.

With your ability, you have no shortage of money, but you don’t know what kind of life people at the bottom of society live.

Those who came to steal manure were farmers from nearby villages.

He stole it back and the cooperative gave him work points.

Even if he is caught, we can't really send him to labor camp just for stealing shit, right?

Generally they are criticized and educated, and then released after being detained for a day or two.

According to the director, if they are caught this time, they will probably be locked up for three or four days to teach them a lesson.

If they are detained for two more days, they won't earn any work points, so they will have to think twice."

Another team member followed suit.

"Ah, it's all because of poverty.

Our street is not easy either. We are counting on the manure to exchange for agricultural products from the cooperative and to subsidize the elderly, weak and sick in the street.

It's not easy for either side. We are stuck in the middle and get scolded from both sides.

Let's wait for a while, in case we find someone stealing the shit.

Don’t shoot with a gun...”

He Daqing said unhappily:

"Am I that stupid?

Someone stole some shit and I shot him with a gun?

If someone is really beaten to death, not only will you not get any credit, but you will also be punished.

The sticks are ready. If we really find them, we can just scare them.

It's too tiring to walk back and forth like this. You two guard that intersection and I'll guard this side.

It’s just two public toilets, don’t worry.

With us here tonight, there won't be a single pile of shit missing from this public toilet, all of it belongs to the street office."

The smell near this public toilet is not very pleasant.

He Daqing took the upper hand and asked two team members to guard the lower hand.

Leaning against the wall, I dozed off in a daze.

In a daze, I seemed to hear someone shouting:

"Stop! How dare you steal shit from our Section Chief He's territory..."