National Forensic Doctor

Jiang Yuan walked home slowly after work.

After working for a long time, even if you live in a five-star hotel or a small house you bought yourself, you still feel like you are on a business trip, and you have accumulated some mental pressure unconsciously.

At this time, walking home is like a pressure relief valve. The closer you are to home, the less pressure you have.

Mu Zhiyang and Wen Ming followed Jiang Yuan, each carrying a Type 92. Ningtai County is still safe to a certain extent. Mu Zhiyang only wore a common bulletproof vest without ceramic plates, and paid more attention to the people and vehicles around him.

The road was lined with green trees and the breeze was blowing. There were many people who chose to walk. Occasionally, someone would pick up a mobile phone and point it at the two people in police uniforms, probably preparing to post a circle of friends or something like that. At this time, Mu Zhiyang would turn around and look at the other person directly, and at the same time, the law enforcement recorder worn on his chest could take a picture of the other person's face.

Jiang Yuan took out his cell phone and called his father: "I'm going home for dinner."

"Okay, okay." Jiang Fuzhen was very happy and laughed loudly: "It's better to go home. I run around outside every day and can't even get anything to eat."

"Didn't you send a cook over?" Jiang Yuan also felt comfortable going home.

"The cook's cooking is not as delicious as your father's." Jiang Fuzhen was proud for two seconds, turned around and said: "I have learned two new ways to roast meat. Come back and try them. No need to go upstairs, just downstairs."

"Okay." Jiang Yuan agreed with a smile and walked faster.

Mu Zhiyang put one hand on his belt and followed closely.

Jiangcun Community was as lively as ever. At the entrance of the small supermarket, there were more than a dozen uncles and aunts as usual.

As Jiang Yuan walked in while greeting, someone called out, "Your dad is on the side with the most smoke."

Jiang Yuan looked up and saw the wisps of smoke rising from the center of the community, and asked, "What is he doing?"

"Brazilian barbecue. Your dad asked someone to build a stove, like the kang we use, which is quite interesting." An old man said a few words, with only a little bit of sarcasm for the sake of Jiang Yuan and the richest man in the village.

Jiang Yuan smiled and nodded, recalling that his father had called and said that he had bought a new breed of cattle. Now it seems that the new breed of cattle probably needs a new cooking method, and the new cooking method requires a new stove and new cooking utensils, which sounds very reasonable.

Passing a flower bed composed of green trees and flowers, and then detouring into the public canteen in the middle of the community, you can see a long iron chain on the three-story ceiling, and half a cow is hung on the hook below.

Next to the cow is a newly built stove. The stove looked to be more than two meters high, about the size of five or six people hugging it, and it looked like it was made of refractory bricks and cement.

What was incongruous was that this crude-looking stove was set up in the renovated canteen. Although the public canteen was decorated very simply, and was originally a combination of village-level aesthetics and pragmatism, this stove looked a bit more stupid, big, black and rough.

But looking around, a group of children were playing and watching around the cow and the stove. Behind them, there were young wives holding children, and grandparents pushing their children around. Some of them were holding skewers of meat in their hands, as if they had just been grilled.

"Son." Jiang Fuzhen knew that Jiang Yuan was coming back, and he had been paying attention to the door. When he saw Jiang Yuan, who was a head taller than him, appear, he immediately waved the tongs happily.

"Be careful not to burn people." Jiang Yuan trotted over.

Jiang Fuzhen patted Jiang Yuan's back vigorously, pointed at the red-hot furnace, and said, "We started preparing early in the morning. The heat is the best now. How about some skewers of meat?"

"Okay." Jiang Yuan followed the person next to him and brought a plate over.

One of the cousins ​​joked, "Uncle still favors Jiang Yuan, so he kept the best meat."

"Beef butt meat, if you like it, uncle will kill another one for you to cut." Jiang Fuzhen said as he took out an arm-long iron skewer and put it on the plate held by Jiang Yuan: "Be careful of the heat, let it cool down before eating."

The cousin walked around Jiang Yuan and said, "I can't afford it. It's too extravagant to kill a cow right now."

"I bought another batch of cows from the ranch. You can pick the ones you like to kill." Jiang Fuzhen took out his mobile phone and handed it to the person next to him, saying, "See the picture and kill the cows. It will be delivered in two hours."

"No, no." The cousin shook her head repeatedly: "I just want to get a few skewers of meat. Uncle, why did you buy so many cows?"

"It's easier to improve the quality of cattle when there are more cows. I want to get a cow with the taste I like. I'm just sitting there anyway." Jiang Fuzhen said a little excitedly and began to introduce the knowledge of cattle breeding improvement that he had just learned.

Jiang Yuan blew gently on the meat on the skewer, waited until it cooled down a bit, then took a bite and chewed hard, the rich meat juice filled his mouth.

He didn't worry about his father. As for Jiang Fuzhen's luck, he had been doing business for so many years and had basically never lost money. Occasionally there was a little fluctuation, and demolition would soon appear to help settle the account. If the Jiang family ranch could hold on until the new breed of cattle was released, it would be a victory in itself.

Lunch was served around the oven.

After Jiang Fuzhen roasted half a cow and fed hundreds of residents in the community, Jiang Yuan followed his father home.

Like many men, Jiang Fuzhen had all kinds of things to say in his heart when he didn't see his son. When he really saw him, it was as if he had said them all and was satisfied.

In contrast, the two dogs at home were more enthusiastic, sniffing around Jiang Yuan and wagging their tails as if they were about to take off.

Of course, Jiang Yuan also gave them beef.

Jiang Fuzhen turned on the TV, putting on the football game where he didn't know where, and then had a bottle of beer with his uncle Qiang, and the house immediately became lively.

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

"How many days can you stay?" Jiang Fuzhen drank a bottle of beer and handed Jiang Yuan another bottle.

"It's only a few days. Choose one or two suitable cases and you'll almost set off." Jiang Yuan clinked glasses with his father and took a big sip of wine. The beer is very cold and suitable for relieving greasiness.

"So there are too few cases in Ningtai, so I have to go on a business trip all day long?" Jiang Fuzhen asked.

"Yes, but there has been no major case in Ningtai County for a long time." Jiang Yuan glanced at his father: "Do you want me to stay at home?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Fuzhen waved his hand immediately: "My man is determined to be in all directions. When you wanted to go back to Ningtai, I thought you wanted to lie down. I didn't expect..."

Jiangfu Town said this and stopped for a while, saying, "I was thinking, you are always on business trips outside, you don't eat well, and you don't live well. Why don't you book a few places and I'll buy a few more sets The house is also convenient for you to come and go."

"We have bought a house in Changyang City, but we have a house in Beijing..."

"I don't think you live much..."

"No need, I can't say where to handle the case." Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment, but thinking about the more and more places he is going to now, he felt that this trick would be difficult to bring convenience to life. Instead, it may cause a lot of trouble.

Jiang Fuzhen took out his cell phone and skillfully opened the ICBC APP, and said, "I'll get some money for you. You can buy it when you need it. If it's not enough, tell me..."

"Okay." Jiang Yuan accepted calmly.

Uncle Qiang waited by the father and son to put away their phones, and then said to Jiang Fuzhen: "Didn't you say before that the boss of the cow breed you want, has he lost something at home? Jiang Yuan might be able to find something for them. return."

"Just a few paintings, worth millions at most." Jiang Fuzhen shook his head.

"Millions are not bad, what paintings are?" Jiang Yuan asked on his own initiative. Jiangfu Town has opened a ranch three times. Although the first two times were suspended due to demolition, from another perspective, opening a ranch and raising cattle is really a hobby of Jiangfu Town. It is natural to be a son. Want to support it.

"I think about it. There is a small painting by Zhang Daqian, which is said to be the original. This one should be the most valuable. The rest is the words of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. I don't remember the name." Jiang Fuzhen changed the subject: " The owner of this cattle farm is also a prodigal son. His father bought Limuzan cattle specifically from France. He did hybrids and made a lot of fun. As a result, his son couldn't get into college and studied art majors. He bought paintings if he had money. Being cheated…”

"What is the name of the cattle farm in which place?" Jiang Yuan asked one by one, then sent it to Wang Chuanxing, saying, "I'll ask first what the situation is. If necessary, I can help them see it."