I want to be a good person

"came back."

"Well, how was it after I left? Was everything alright?"

"Gao Deli and his gang came. I came back in a rickshaw, and they rode bicycles."

"It's okay."

"Not long after you left, the police said they caught some people and beat several of them to death."

How is it possible that the case cannot be solved?

Using torture to extract confessions, arresting people at random to take the blame, and using extreme force to pull people apart, his image is always so great and glorious.

The crime clearance rate has gone up and everyone is better off. Those who deserve awards get awards, and those who deserve promotions get promotions. But no one considers those who have been wrongly accused and whether their families are broken up.

The damage caused can never be redressed, or even if it is, it is short-lived. The image created cannot be destroyed, and when forced to do so, one can only turn a deaf ear to the truth and talk to oneself.

Wang Jinxiu saw the expression on Zhang Aiguo's face changing rapidly. What was going on?

"what happened to you?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

The world has not changed. Many things have slowly overlapped and connected perfectly. In a trance, it is difficult to tell whether it is the past or the present.

"rest early."

"Well, I'll go to the Huntang at the door to wash up."

"Well, I'll wait for you after I finish my shower."

Calling Gao Deli, the other three strolled through the narrow alley and headed towards the Reid Bathhouse.

Heyi Shengyang Goods Store opens at 9:00 a.m. and closes at 6:00 p.m. It is different from the surrounding shops in that it has a unique style with a complete range of goods, and you can easily get what you want from one hand to the other.

Taking a bath is a difficult task for ordinary people. There is only one big wooden barrel in the house, which is specially used by Wang Jinxiu. It is a cedar bath barrel with mortise and tenon joints. It is said to be able to withstand a larger load, but it has not been tried yet.

When the weather gets cold, I get goose bumps easily, which makes it less fun. I especially feel my penis shrinking and not very satisfied.

“When eating noodles, you should eat the first soup noodles, and when bathing, you should bathe in the last soup.”

It is called Hun Tang. "Hun Tang" is an important way of life for Shanghai people. A pool of water is turbid and greasy from morning to night. It is said that it absorbs the essence of the whole day and greatly replenishes the vitality.

However, Zhang Aiguo felt that it was just finding joy in adversity, which was a bit of a spirit.

After entering the door, the waiter greeted him with a smile. Zhang Aiguo took out money and bought bamboo chips from the accounting office, which provided him with back rubbing, back pounding, foot pricking, foot tapping and massage.

The surface of the bamboo chips was polished to a shiny yellow color, but the writing was clear.

After distributing the bamboo chips, I entered the bathroom, and wooden slippers and tea appeared before my eyes like magic.

A long "lettuce head" was raised high to pick up the clothes.

Hot towels flew through the air.

Zhang Aiguo placed a towel on the edge of the pool, leaned back, closed his eyes, and calculated the supplies in the space.

Several letters and telegrams arrived, all filled with expressions of concern for him and telling of the children's longing for him, but there was no mention of Wang Jinxiu.

An official letter also flew over from the island, seeking cooperation, but it was not easy to send it out under the strict review mechanism.

Smart woman.

I really should go and take a look. The fertile land has been left uncultivated for too long.

The continuation of bloodline has been the basic right of a particular class since ancient times. The so-called common people are unlikely to be qualified to reproduce, and most of their offspring are consumed in wars, disasters and man-made calamities.

Therefore, for those who survived, their ancestors must have been rich, and their ancestors must have had a line of cannibalism. It is not easy to survive in a society where people eat each other.

The water in the pool is scalding hot, and people who soak in it feel very comfortable. The most refreshing thing is the change in skin temperature the moment you enter the pool.

Gradually, I became drowsy and dozed off.

Everyone in the bathhouse was "frank with each other", letting down their guard, and in the misty steam, all kinds of gossip and rumors could be heard.

A mixed hall is a place where all kinds of people from all walks of life gather together. Gossipmongers like to hang out there, making it an important place for collecting, exchanging and disseminating information.

"I saw a man the other day, dressed like a rich man, shooting and killing several people in an alley. It was so brutal."

"Ferocious, can they be more ferocious than the Japanese?"

"I heard that the dead were Japanese!"

A bather shows off what he has seen and heard.

"That person didn't notice you?"

"I was in a hurry to pee that day, and wanted to go in to pee, but when I saw this scene, my pants got wet, so I quickly hid back."

"Did you see his face?"

"That's it."

In the smoke, some were smoking, some were dozing off, some were in meditation like old monks, and some were drinking tea. At this moment, they all pricked up their ears.

The key reason is that there is a secret bonus given by the Japanese, which is no secret.

"I was so scared, how could I see it?"

"Too."

The audience sighed and groaned, having missed another lucrative business, and the man who had walked around the brink of death closed his eyes without realizing it.

There is no wall that is impenetrable and no egg that is unbreakable.

Honest and hard-working officials, friendly and win-win neighbors, and absurdity flows in everyone's heart.

"I heard that a batch of foreign rice and flour is coming and will arrive in Hong Kong next month."

“Why import so much food?”

"That's right."

"The report said that the country had a bumper grain harvest, with the output calculated in the billions of catties. We can't eat it all. We can't eat it all at all."

"Then why import? I heard that foreign products are cheaper than ours."

"They pay less taxes and use machinery."

"That's nonsense. Our tax burden is the lowest in the world. The government has already said so."

"Alas, with the war going on now, who has the energy to farm? It's all fake."

"It's better to use money than to use jin. The numbers look better. Instead of using dou, at least use liters."

"This money is becoming less and less valuable, it's better to have a big ocean."

When Zhang Aiguo heard the complaints from the people, he smiled indifferently.

Floods in the south and droughts in the north, wasteland in patches. If we don’t continue to grow, break through at every turn, refresh various records, and don’t tamper with the data, how can we reflect…

A kind of sadness of being the only one sober while everyone else is drunk. But if you look carefully, who is sober, who is confused, and who is pretending to be drunk?

Too lazy to listen to any more of this, I stood up, walked under the shower, and rinsed myself off.

The master handed over a towel and helped me dry my back. I lay on the sofa and enjoyed the master's unique skills.

I saw the pedicure master performing the knife skills of chopping, digging, dividing, trimming, adze, cutting, lifting and scraping with ease and satisfaction.

The emperor of Tartar said that Yangzhou back rubbing is the best in the world, and the skill of pedicure is like carving flowers on flesh.

The subsequent massage was for my subordinates as I had other things to do.

Standing at the door, he lit a Hardman cigarette. As for the popular local cigarettes such as Sanmao and Huangjin, Zhang Aiguo was not very interested in them. He only liked two types. He was so selective.

The rain stopped early.

Looking back, with the faint red light of the lanterns, the couplets on the doorposts express good wishes.

“Everyone who comes in is clean, and no one who leaves is dirty.”

Yes, we come naked and we go naked. People are born clean, but also covered in blood.

He blew out a few smoke rings, threw the half-smoked cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it.

I felt something was wrong. It turned out that I was wearing shiny leather shoes but had forgotten the choice I made when I first arrived.

Cigarette butts, discarded cigarette butts, a small thing.

People's hearts will change. Everything is fucking dirty and there's no place to wash it!

Alas, what a world!