Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"If all else fails, just eat geese. They are too noisy. They make a noise at the slightest noise, which directly affects my sleep," said Jia Dongxu.

"Dad, you're going too far. You always want to eat our goose. Grandma..." Banggeng heard it in the house.

"Stop shouting, I don't want to eat anymore," Jia Dongxu said to his son.

But what Jia Dongxu said was a little late. Zhang Cuihua, who was enjoying the cool under the locust tree in the middle courtyard, had already heard her grandson's voice. When she came over, she asked the reason, picked up a broom and walked towards Jia Dongxu.

"I've already told you I don't want to eat anymore, Mom. I'm not really eating, I'm just saying that. Mom, you just don't listen to me..." Jia Dongxu turned around to explain to his mother while running out, but was chased out of the yard by Zhang Cuihua.

Everyone in the backyard and the middle yard was laughing. It was another day in the Jia family where the mother was loving and the son was filial. It was so warm.

Zhang Dabiao rode his motorcycle into the mountains at dawn. It was autumn, and the animals on the mountain were at their fattest. After the autumn harvest, the harvest was not ideal, and there was less food, and even less meat. In winter, the troops would go into the mountains and clean up the area. From then on, if an individual wanted to find a large animal, he had to go deep into the mountains and be lucky to see it.

Zhang Dabiao planned to go to Wangjiaqiao Village first, then go up the mountain and walk along the ridge deep into the mountains. He planned to kill more wild boars, keep some for his family, share some with his close friends, and send a batch to the steel mill to exchange for some money. He always ate and drank lavishly, so where did the money come from? He had to give an explanation to the outside world.

Han Ming was sleeping soundly in a small dark room in the police station when he was woken up by someone, and the way he was woken up was rather rough. The policeman who came in kicked the sleeping Han Ming twice, just in time to kick the place where Han Ming fell last night. He screamed in pain and stood up directly.

"Damn it, what do you want to do? You kicked me and it hurt." Han Ming was angry.

"You are the bastard, your whole family is dogs." When the police heard Han Ming scolding him, he kicked Han Ming to the ground twice.

"You dare to hit me? Do you know who my father is?" Han Ming felt insulted and asked the policeman who hit him after standing up.

"You have to ask your mother who your father is. How can I know if you ask an outsider?" The policeman laughed.

"Are you swearing?" Han Ming became even angrier.

"You bastard, go to the interrogation room." The police slapped Han Ming twice and kicked him out of the small room.

"What's your name?" Han Ming sat down opposite the two policemen.

"Han Ming, my father is Han Cheng, the deputy director of the Metallurgical Bureau." Han Ming sensed something was wrong and quickly revealed his identity.

"Answer what you are asked. Don't talk about irrelevant things. Who the hell cares who your father is or how old you are?" The police officer slammed the table and continued to ask.

"Eighteen," Han Ming replied.

"What did you do last night?" the police officer continued to ask.

"Let's go to Zhengjia Hutong to play," Han Ming said again.

"Going to play? What to play? What are you taking with you?" the police asked again.

"I brought a bottle of foreign wine with me. I wanted to drink it with Wang Peng and the others, but it was snatched away when we were almost reaching Zhengjia Hutong," said Han Ming.

"You were robbed, but someone didn't steal your wallet or bicycle, but just a bottle of wine? Who would believe that? Han Ming, why did you hit him?" the police officer asked again.

"I didn't hit anyone, someone hit me. Can't you see that my whole body is in pain? My neck hurts too, and I can't even lift my head," Han Ming said quickly.

"You didn't hit anyone? Were you beaten? Han Ming, are you insulting us? Twelve people in the next room proved that they were beaten by you, and we made separate records. Especially Wang Peng, his nose was fractured by you. You hit him pretty hard. Aren't you from the same courtyard? Do you have a grudge against him?" The police officer picked up some materials and asked Han Ming to take a look.

"I didn't hit anyone, really, you have to believe me. Now I think about it, it must be a drunk who stole my foreign liquor, because foreign liquor is very expensive, and he also got it all over my body," Han Ming explained.

"You and the drunkard drank two glasses each, and you refused to drink until he made you drunk? Can you fucking say something sensible? Who would believe such a thing? Why did that bottle of foreign liquor appear in Yard No. 8?" The policeman was angry. He didn't expect that Han Ming was so good at pretending to be crazy and stupid.

"It's not lost? Why is it in Yard 8? I have never been there," said Han Ming.

"Han Ming, this is not a movie theater, and we don't have time to appreciate your performance. Let me tell you the truth. You can't get away with pretending to be crazy this time. How did you get your mental illness certificate? Don't you know? The doctor who issued the certificate has also come in, and your mother has also gone to the Discipline Inspection Commission to explain the situation. This time, among the people you beat up, there was the child of a ministerial-level leader, the sons of two deputy ministers, and the sons of eight bureau-level and one deputy bureau-level cadres. Your father probably can't give you much help." The public security officer said to Han Ming with a sneer.

"I really didn't hit anyone. I have no grudge against them, so why would I hit them? Besides, I can't beat so many people." Han Ming was a little anxious now.

"That's not what you said last night. Now that you're sober, you're acting cowardly again?" the police officer said with contempt.

"It really wasn't me. You have to believe me. I couldn't even beat Wang Peng. I was not in good health..." Han Ming began to find various reasons to explain.

"What a good actor! It would be a shame not to send him to Shanghai to make movies," Xiong Rongguang said as he came in.

"Rongguang, we should give him a chance, let him go in for reform for a few years, settle down and accumulate good experience. It would be nice for him to film a movie after he comes out, at least it will be a formal job. " Also coming in with him was Director Liu from the Xicheng Branch of the Public Security Bureau.

Xiong Rongguang waved his hand, and two policemen started to take action. Han Ming was tied to a wooden frame, and the policemen began to whip him with a small whip in their hands, "Will you tell me or not? Will you tell me or not..."

"I'll tell you..." Han Ming confessed some things, but he didn't mention the beating of Yu Hao, Wang Peng and others.

"The force is not enough. Han Ming seems dissatisfied," Xiong Rongguang said to the two police officers.

"Will you tell me or not? Will you tell me or not..." The little whip started hitting him again.

"I said" Han Ming really couldn't stand it anymore and admitted everything.

"The transcript alone is more than 20 pages long. Go and invite his two brothers as well. The Han brothers have done a lot of bad things. Han Cheng really knows how to educate his son," said Director Liu.

"Everyone knows that Han Cheng is afraid of his wife. Can he control his son?" Xiong Rongguang said with a smile.

"Rongguang, this is the consequence of marrying an unvirtuous wife. It will ruin three generations. Han Cheng still wants to make progress? What progress? It's good enough that he can go home," Director Liu laughed.

The three Han brothers and their mother Wei Jingjing were all detained in the detention center, and what awaits them is severe punishment by law.