Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

After leaving the police station, Zhou Zheng discovered that Hu Qian had arrived in a jeep.

When Zhou Zheng left the office, he was still thinking "Wang Dongze has no tact", but when he saw the jeep, he finally understood.

"Get in the car!" Hu Qian opened the car door for Zhou Zheng.

She closed the car door tightly only after Zhou Zheng got in.

Then he opened the door of the driver's cab and sat down.

"I heard that you beat more than a dozen people today? Did you learn these farming tricks from your father?"

Zhou Zheng nodded!

Hu Qian added: "This matter involves a lot of things, and it's not something a child like you can understand. You just need to know that we have tried our best to protect you, but you also have to protect yourself. But don't worry, everything will be fine after this period of time."

Four words suddenly popped up in Zhou Zheng’s mind: “factional struggle”.

"Aunt Hu, you said... Is there really no problem with Director Teng's identity?"

Hu Qian started the car and turned around to look at Zhou Zheng with interest.

"So do you think he has any problem?"

Zhou Zheng thought about it and sorted out his words.

"I think there's a high possibility that he has a problem. After all, a person's habits can't deceive anyone! Just like our country's local dialect, it's not easy to change. There's a poem that proves it, 'I left home when I was young and returned when I was old, my accent has not changed, but my hair has turned gray.' Judging from his accent, Fuji Haruaki must be a Japanese. Moreover, the name 'Jiro' and the surname 'Fuji' also indirectly prove that his family is not good people."

Hu Qian turned around.

"Good analysis, but unfortunately this is not direct evidence."

She started the car and drove out of the police station.

"Teng Chunming had made contributions on the battlefield. During the war, some Japanese soldiers turned to the light, some 'pro-Japanese elements' completely hid themselves, and some were captured and forced to work as laborers in the Japanese army. However, there was no concrete evidence left, no video, no recording, and no witnesses."

"This Teng Chunming is not just me. There are other big shots above me."

"In addition, he said that Fujijiro's death would no longer be investigated, but as you were the instigator of the incident, he didn't want you to have the opportunity to go to school. Many leaders compromised on this small request."

"But we have people here too, and we definitely can't afford to suffer this loss. Both sides are playing a game of chess now."

"But I can't guarantee your safety during this period."

"I originally planned to send you to the countryside for a while, but then I thought it was not appropriate."

When Hu Qian said this, Zhou Zheng interrupted.

"The countryside? Which countryside?"

Hu Qian smiled and said, "Your mother's hometown, Yujiatun."

Zhou Zheng shook his head: "I don't know!"

Hu Qian raised the corner of her mouth.

"It's far away, in Yongqing County. You wouldn't know it even if I told you. Aunt Hu's hometown is also there, not far away. It's called Hujiatun. It's an ancient town. You can go and see it if you have a chance."

Zhou Zheng was not in the mood.

"Ha, there's a chance!"

The jeep passed through the Dabeizi Mansion, turned right and then entered Houyuan'ensi Hutong. It is said that a great writer lives here, but I don't know which family he is.

After passing Yuan'ensi Hutong and entering the main road, turn left and you will see a pancake shop.

Hu Qian stopped the car.

"Would you like some sesame cakes?"

"No, I ate at the police station."

"Then you wait in the car while Aunt Hu goes to buy two sesame cakes."

"Ok!"

Hu Qian got out of the car and walked into the pancake shop. After a while, she came out carrying two oil paper bags.

She threw a bag to Zhou Zheng.

"Yes, go home and eat. Auntie tells you that their sesame cakes are delicious."

Zhou Zheng couldn't refuse.

"Thank you!"

Hu Qian started the car again and shook her head.

"You're so polite!"

The jeep moved forward slowly, entered Gulou East Street and went straight, passed the theater, Beixinqiao, Hujia Restaurant, entered Dongzhimen, passed the bus station, passenger market, turned into an alley, and drove for about 2 minutes to reach the military control compound.

The gatekeeper "Old Li" stuck his head out of the small window in the gatehouse.

"Xiao Hu, you're back. How's your work going?"

Zhou Zheng also rolled down the car window to greet "Lao Li".

"Hello Grandpa Li!"

Old Li quickly retracted his head and hurried out of the gatehouse.

"Hey, kid! Are you okay? Have you eaten?"

Zhou Zheng's eyes felt a little sore, but he never expected Lao Li's tone to be so concerned.

"Haha, I ate it, it's okay!"

Hu Qian: "Don't worry, old man! It's not a big problem, but it's not easy to touch them now. After this period, they will be like grasshoppers in autumn, and they won't be able to jump for too long. By then, the problem of these little rabbits can be completely solved."

Old Li nodded: "That's good, you must protect Zhou kid during this period."

Hu Qian smiled and said, "Don't worry, he is my nephew after all, I won't let him get into trouble! Come on, I'll take him in first, and I have to explain some things."

Lao Li: "Okay, okay, get busy!"

Zhou Zheng also waved at Mr. Li obediently, "Goodbye, Grandpa Li!"

Wait for the car to pass through the gatehouse and enter the compound.

Hu Qian curled her lips.

"We're here, get off the car!"

Then he turned off the engine, opened the car door and jumped out, looking quite lively.

She wore a black tight short-sleeved top, camouflage military pants and a pair of Martin boots, looking particularly heroic.

It was only when Zhou saw her jump out of the car that he noticed what she was wearing.

But I didn’t expect Aunt Hu Qian to be so cool today!

He then got out of the car and followed Aunt Hu Qian.

I haven't been to the military compound for just a few months, and the environment has changed a lot.

Originally the military control compound was just an ordinary courtyard house with three entrances and three spans. Now the layout has been changed, jeeps can drive into the yard, and the yard looks a lot more spacious.

Followed Aunt Hu Qian into an office.

There was no one else in the office, so it must be Aunt Hu Qian's exclusive office.

The office display is simple.

There is a set of office desks and chairs, with filing cabinets on the left and right sides, and a large coat rack on the right side of the office chair, with a coat on the rack.

Aunt Hu Qian did not let Zhou Zheng sit down. Instead, she took out a pistol and a small notebook from the drawer of the desk and handed them to Zhou Zheng, and winked at him.

"Put it away! Don't ask about the rest. If you do, Auntie will spank you."

Zhou Zheng took the thing, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. He seemed to say, "Then go ahead and hit me, do you need to take off your pants?"

But he didn't dare to say anything nonsense, for fear of being discovered as a pervert.

He carefully examined the object in his hand.

The gun is a Type 52 standard pistol, and the small booklet is green with "Gun Permit" written on it.

When I opened it, I saw Zhou Zheng’s basic information.

Name: Zhou Zheng

Age: 13 years old

Department: Sijiucheng Military Control Commission

Position: Intern martial arts coach

On the other side are the gun serial number, notes, and issuance date.

"This……"

"I told you not to ask. If you do, I'll beat you up!"

"Okay! Do I need to go to work?"

"Weekend morning!"

"..."

Zhou Zheng looked at Hu Qian hopefully.

“Is there any salary?”

Hu Qian had already raised her hand to slap, and with her other hand she grabbed Zhou Zheng's "Destiny" collar by the back of his neck.

"No! Why are you asking..."

Zhou Zheng smiled awkwardly: "I won't ask anymore. Hehe, calm down."

Only then did Hu Qian give up.

Zhou Zheng had a vague feeling that Hu Qian's feelings towards him were a little strange. Of course, this had nothing to do with him. The only person he could think of was his father Zhou Yunhai.

It was as if Zhou Yunhai had let Hu Qian down.

In other words, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is not allowed to become a spirit, otherwise Zhou Yunhai would definitely crawl out of the coffin and tell Zhou Zheng "Son, you are really good at judging people", but this is another story.

After chatting with Hu Qian for a while, a staff member came to find him.

Zhou Zheng didn't want to continue disturbing him, so he said goodbye.

He put the pistol and the gun license into his pocket. There were also books distributed by the school today in his pocket, so it looked bulging.

It was already past one in the afternoon and the weather was hot.

Grandpa Li, the gatekeeper, was sitting in the message room fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan. Zhou Zheng even greeted him when he left.

"Grandpa Li, I'm leaving!"

“Come and play often!”

The old man is quite interesting. There is a hint of kindness on his ferocious face. I guess he is cultivating his character.

Leaving the Military Control Commission and exiting the alley is the passenger transport market.

Perhaps due to the weather, there were not many peddlers setting up stalls outdoors, and only a few shops with awnings remained.

There are many miscellaneous goods in the shop, but most of them are fruits, dry food, candied fruits, etc.

Occasionally you can see people selling bean juice and fruit juice, which must be the leftovers from their morning fun.

He remembered that Xu Jianjun and others were still waiting for him in the yard, so he wanted to get some fruit for them. He went to the fruit stalls and took a look around to get an idea of ​​what kind of fruits were sold in the market.

There are quite a variety of fruits in the small portable world, so you can’t just take them out and give them to Xu Jianjun and the others to eat.

"Fresh fruit is cheap now, big, thin-skinned, sweet and crispy. Can you take two kilograms, little brother?"

Some who are more shameless would even drag customers into the stalls, but whenever they meet Zhou Zheng, they would cleverly avoid him, leaving the fruit vendor with a chance to fill the gap.

However, there were also some things that attracted Zhou Zheng, so he went into the fruit shop, because the shop had fruit varieties that were not available in his portable little world. After this trip, he collected seven or eight more kinds.

Mangosteen, loquat, mango, lychee, jackfruit, papaya, dragon fruit, cherry tomatoes.

Among them, cherry tomatoes are the most expensive. It is hard to imagine that "small tomatoes" at this time cost 3 yuan per pound.

Considering the 18 yuan salary of ordinary workers, this seems like "spending one's life".

Zhou Zheng's generosity naturally attracted people with bad intentions.

After leaving the passenger market, he was blocked by several thugs in a corner of the bus station.

A young man with dark skin, a crew cut, a sweat towel tied around his forehead, and dressed as a porter approached Zhou Zheng, grinning and speaking in a slightly frivolous manner.

"Boy, you are quite rich. Lend me some money to spend."

Another young man with a small face, big eyes, bared teeth and a ferocious look followed suit.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're still a student? Don't tell me you don't have money, or I'll tear up your books and stab you."

Every time they moved closer, Zhou Zheng took a step back.

A young man with a horse face who looked somewhat like Xu Damao pulled out a small knife and stared at Zhou Zheng with a smile.

"Hey, you don't need to pay more. We have five gentlemen here, 3 yuan each. I'll let you go today. Otherwise, have you seen my knife? If the white knife goes in and the green knife comes out, I'll stab your gallbladder; if the white knife goes in and the yellow knife comes out, I'll stab your shit; if the white knife goes in and the white knife comes out, I'll pick out your brains. You haven't heard of the name 'Three White Knives of Dongmen Station', right? If I were you, I'd honestly pay the money to avoid suffering."