Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

In the evening, the snow stopped!

There was a knock on Zhou Zheng's door, followed by the voice of He Yuzhu, a bully.

"You bastard, the meeting is about to start!"

He Yushui's face changed and he looked at Zhou Zheng in embarrassment.

"Brother Xiao Zhou, my silly brother is just a fool. You can't argue with him. Don't shoot him. Please!"

Xu Jianjun gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Damn it, too arrogant! I really want to kill him!"

Zhao Jianguo also frowned and looked at Zhou Zheng worriedly.

"Otherwise, let's wait for your Aunt Hu to come before we go out!"

Zhou Zheng took out his gun and fiddled with it, then smiled and said, "It's okay. We have so many people here and we still have weapons. Let's go meet them now."

Wan Jingliang narrowed his eyes and said nothing. He wanted to talk to his father, the director, to see if he could do anything to He Yuzhu. He couldn't stand such arrogant people the most.

The reason why he didn't say anything was because he wasn't sure if his father, the fire chief, would have a say in the whole incident.

Wang Shengli's eyes moved around, as if looking for a suitable weapon.

"Hanqing, where is your shovel?"

Zhou Zheng smiled awkwardly: "Shengli, don't look for it anymore, I think it was stolen!"

Then he patted his pistol and gave a reassuring smile.

"Don't be afraid, this thing works better than a shovel!"

Wan Jingliang frowned and said, "Hanqing, I've been wanting to say this for a long time. This is a Type 52 rifle. It's not suitable for self-defense. The police station is in charge of it. You'd better exchange it for a box gun. No one cares about that thing!"

Xu Jianjun also echoed, "Jingliang is right. I was actually thinking of saying this at the beginning. When your father was alive, he was fine with the Type 52. Now it's best to trade it for a box gun. Of course, it's best to trade it for a shotgun. Not only can it protect you, but you can also go hunting in the back mountains later."

Wang Shengli said uncertainly: "Can they replace it? We also have a Type 52 rifle in the iron column of our yard, but it was confiscated last month and they haven't replaced it yet!"

Wan Jingliang was not convinced and said, "Why don't you give us a replacement? This gun is ours. Why don't you give us a replacement? There is no such thing as this."

Wang Shengli frowned and said uncertainly: "I heard from people in our yard that the country has banned guns and individuals are no longer allowed to have guns."

Wan Jingliang snorted.

"I know this. The country's gun ban only applies to standard-issue guns like the Type 52. Box guns, shotguns, and airguns are not banned at all. There are so many hidden enemy spies out there. They don't have guns. Does the country want us to die? Don't be ridiculous. Listen to me. If a patrolman really says this, I'll take care of it."

Zhou Zheng didn't know much about the policy at that time, but Wan Jingliang's father was the director, so what he said should be correct, and he immediately felt relieved.

"Okay! Then I'll rely on Jingliang!"

Wan Jingliang patted his chest.

"We're all brothers, don't be polite!"

At this time, the door was knocked again, and the voice changed. It was Yan Fugui's eldest son Yan Jiecheng.

"Zhou Zheng, hurry up and come out to the meeting. I'm waiting for you alone."

Zhou Zheng sneered in his heart, what does "just waiting for me" mean? That's clearly waiting to "criticize" me!

He replied without any hesitation.

"roll!"

Yan Jiecheng knew that there were many people in Zhou Zheng's room. He saw it in the afternoon, but he didn't dare to say anything tough.

"Come here quickly!"

Xu Jianjun shook his head and sneered: "Hanqing, your courtyard is simply weird. You hold meetings every fucking day, just like the county magistrate in the past. It's really speechless."

Zhou Zheng chuckled and said lightly without saying much.

"Come on, let's go meet them now."

As he spoke, he walked towards the gate, and the others followed him, including He Yushui.

After leaving the yard, there was no one in the front yard. Through the hanging flower gate, you could see a crowd of people in the middle yard.

There are 95 households living at No. 21 Nanluoguxiang, with a total of 107 people. I'm afraid all of them are here, and it looks quite a grand occasion.

This posture made Wan Jingliang, who was always fearless, a little hesitant.

Zhou Zheng brought his people to the Intermediate Courtyard and took a look. Sure enough, police officer Li Guangfu and Wang Guizhi from the Street Office were present. They were probably there to talk about the "gun" issue.

When Yi Zhonghai saw Zhou Zheng stepping into the central courtyard, he did not say anything harsh, but smiled with a dagger hidden in his heart.

"Zhou, I've been waiting for you! Come, sit forward!"

Zhou Zheng looked inside and saw a bench in the middle of the crowd, which was usually prepared for "people being criticized."

Zhou Zheng was not fooled and said bluntly: "If I don't go, I will stand here. Such a good position should be left to your Dongxu. Silly Zhu, I can't afford it."

Liu Haizhong narrowed his eyes. He wanted to show off in front of the leaders of the street office, so he slammed the table hard.

Snapped!

"Zhou Zheng, watch your attitude! How do you talk to your boss?"

Wang Guizhi quickly put down her hands, feeling a little embarrassed.

At this time, Officer Li from Jiaodaokou Police Station coughed softly and stood up: "Um... Zhou Zheng, we received a report from enthusiastic people saying that you illegally possessed a Type 52 standard pistol. Is this true? You should know that our country does not allow individuals to privately equip standard firearms. You have committed a crime. If the situation is true, please hand in your gun!"

Hearing Li Guangfu's words, the residents in the yard began to sneer.

Auntie Yang Ruihua started making sarcastic remarks.

"That's right, that's right. It's too dangerous for a child like this to hold a gun. If he kills someone, he'll have to pay with his life. Xiao Zhou, listen to Auntie's advice and hand over the gun quickly. This is for your own good."

Jia Zhang stared with her triangular eyes and snorted coldly.

"Humph, this little bastard who killed his parents, he only knows how to threaten people with a gun all day long. You can tell at a glance that he is not a good guy. Let me tell you, even though he is young, he looks fierce. Who knows who he is thinking of harming in his heart. It is better to take him out for shooting as soon as possible, so that he will not harm society when he grows up."

Yi Zhonghai coughed lightly.

"Ahem, Zhou, you heard it too. We are doing this for your own good. It's too dangerous for a little kid like you to hold a gun. Be smart and hand it over to your Uncle Li right away."

Auntie Wang Guifen also echoed, "Yes, yes, Xiao Zhou, you are a good child, but you have to listen to your uncle. We are all your elders, and we can't hurt you! Besides, you are breaking the law, you know, Officer Li also said that individuals are not allowed to carry guns."

Li Guangfu looked at Zhou Zheng and nodded, indicating that Wang Guifen was right.

"Kid, it's not against the law if you hand over your gun now. If you refuse to hand it over, you can be arrested for endangering public order."

Zhou Zheng's mind was working at high speed. He actually wanted to deny it, but after some thought, he felt that it was indeed inappropriate to hold a Type 52 pistol. He couldn't go against the national policy, otherwise he would become unreasonable even if he was right.

Thinking of this, he nodded and said with a smile: "It's not that I won't hand it in, but it's not appropriate to hand it in in the yard. Officer Li, do you think it's okay for me to go to the police station in person tomorrow to hand it in?"

Li Guangfu glanced at Yi Zhonghai, only to see Yi Zhonghai shaking his head.

He understood what was said.

"Zhou Zheng, you'd better hand it over to me now. It's always unsafe to keep a gun in your hands. Hand it over to me. I will issue you a surrender certificate when I return to the station tomorrow. You can come to the station to pick up the certificate then."

Xu Jianjun pulled Zhou Zheng's clothes and shook his head.

"You can't give it to him!"

Because the focus was on Zhou Zheng, everyone heard what Xu Jianjun said.

Liu Haizhong's face darkened and he said unhappily, "Whose kid are you from? You're not from our yard! Don't you know we're having a meeting? Who told you to interrupt?"

Facing Liu Haizhong, Xu Jianjun was a little scared and stopped talking.

Zhou Zheng quickly stood in front of Xu Jianjun, looked at Liu Haizhong coldly, and said sarcastically: "Liu Haizhong, you hold such a high position. People who don't know you would think you are the county magistrate. What's the matter? Don't you want to let the people speak? Do you want to have the final say? Director Wang of the Street Office is still here? Are you thinking of restoring feudalism?"

The cold sweat immediately broke out in his bangs, and he said in a timid tone: "What nonsense are you talking about? What do you know about feudal restoration, you little brat? What kind of accusations are you making?"

Wang Guizhi frowned when she heard this. If Zhou Zheng's words were to get out, it would have a significant impact on the street office.

She interrupted directly, "Yi Zhonghai, aren't you going to have a meeting? Hurry up. Officer Li is here now, so what can go wrong? Since Xiao Zhou wants to hand it in tomorrow, then let him hand it in tomorrow. Does he really dare to shoot people with a gun?"

Zhou Zheng narrowed his eyes and sneered in his heart.

Director Wang seemed to be speaking for Zhou Zheng, but in fact he was reassuring Yi Zhonghai and the others. Didn't he think he could see that?

This made him feel very disappointed.