I make a living solving crimes.

Chang Wei sent Sanbao out of the courtyard and stood in front of the door watching them go away. Just then he met Yi Zhonghai coming back from outside the courtyard.

The two haven't seen each other for some time, just like the neighbors who don't want to see each other as described in the crosstalk.

He was indeed thinner, with a sallow complexion. When he saw Chang Wei, Yi Zhonghai's eyes lit up and he said with a smile, "Are there guests at Chang Wei's house?"

Chang Wei stood on the steps, nodded slightly, and greeted calmly, "Uncle."

This greeting seemed to have touched Yi Zhonghai's mind. His eyes quickly became moist and he pursed his lips tightly. "Those sticks are worthless. I said no, but Chang Tian insisted on keeping them."

"It's my duty. You helped me, and I haven't even asked you for your wages." Chang Wei stepped aside and motioned Yi Zhonghai to go first. "You also have to pay for the materials in the factory."

"It's not much money, it's nothing." Yi Zhonghai was the first to cross the threshold and slowed down his pace. Seeing that Chang Wei had stopped and didn't catch up, he sighed imperceptibly and said, "Chang Wei, I'll go in first."

"Well, slow down, uncle."

Chang Wei greeted him like an ordinary neighbor, not caring about Yi Zhonghai's embarrassment and kindness.

He Yushui said that because Qin Huairu was breastfeeding, Yi Zhonghai had not been to the Jia family recently, and Jia Dongxu had only visited him once.

The two houses are only a dozen meters apart.

This made the aunt feel very uncomfortable, and Yi Zhonghai also had some complaints.

Those involved are often confused, but bystanders can see things clearly. Chang Wei sees things clearly.

In addition to being exhausted from taking care of the children, Jia Dongxu felt even more that Yi Zhonghai only had him as his apprentice and he had the utmost control over him.

It is said that raising a son is a way to support one in old age. Since Yi Zhonghai wants him to support him in old age, it is natural that he should support him now.

If you don't support me, why should I support you when you are old?

I have to say that this logic is very correct. How can you provide support if you don't raise your child?

Unfortunately, Yi Zhonghai has become obsessed with finding someone to take care of him in his old age.

Chang Wei did not want to comment on this.

The more a society is used to demand things of others rather than to reflect on itself, the more hypocritical it is.

Lao Deng is a master at manipulating morality, so let's wait and see.

[Stop the intentional injury case, points +2, reward: 10 kilograms of wool yarn, 20 pairs of cotton socks. ]

[Assisted in solving a corruption case, points +3, reward: increased endurance. ]

Endurance boost...

In the past half month, Chang Wei has not planned to go to Beihai Park. His new destination is Kunming Lake.

Kunming Lake is not in Kunming. It is more than 20 miles northwest of the capital, which is the famous Summer Palace.

The fish from Kunming Lake are the favorite of the people in Beijing. This place used to be a royal garden, and the people were proud to eat "royal fish". Feng Gong's great-grandfather once resold Beihai Lake fish for a small profit.

Well, what Chang Wei did, Feng Guozhang had also done before.

With that said, don’t you feel instantly awesome?

Later, Han Zhongxun, a resident of Wanping County, Hebei Province, applied to the Nationalist government for a fishing license, marking the beginning of Kunming Lake's fish farming business.

Unfortunately, due to excessive fishing and rampant fish theft by the public, the fishery in Kunming Lake dried up in just a few years.

As a result, many fishmongers began to buy fish, let them swim around in Kunming Lake, and then put them on the market for sale, openly hanging signs saying: Authentic Kunming Lake Fish.

This has a longer history than the Yangcheng Lake bathing crab.

It’s a pity that I came at the wrong time today.

The entire Summer Palace, including the surrounding area of ​​the Old Summer Palace, was filled with the sound of gongs and drums, the blast of firecrackers, the waving of red flags, and the sea of ​​people...

There were people everywhere on the roofs, in the trees, and in the yards, and thousands and thousands of pairs of eyes were watching the sky vigilantly as if they were preventing an air raid.

Countless dummies and straw men swayed in the wind to cheer.

The elderly, children, workers, farmers, cadres, students, and soldiers, everyone was holding various weapons and doing their best.

Don't worry, it's not the Emperor of Mold's plane that's coming.

It's playing mahjong.

Chang Wei was very familiar with this scene. He had participated in it once on April 4 this year when he was still a junior high school student. On that day, General Liu personally supervised the battle at the headquarters of the Sparrow Suppression Campaign.

The Sparrow Suppression Headquarters...

Many sparrows are not killed by being beaten, but because they dare not land and keep flying, and die of exhaustion.

I remember that his family had sparrow soup that day. He picked up three of them, and the police station sent five more.

Chang Wei didn't care whether sparrows were one of the four pests, he only knew that roasting sparrows was okay.

Since he couldn't go to the Summer Palace, he drove around and found a remote place.

This is a village at the foot of the mountain. The adults have been called together to prepare for battle. In the open space in front of the village, there are only two little kids who have pulled down their pants to reveal little sparrows peeing and playing in the mud.

"Kid, do you want this?" Chang Wei walked over, took out two glass balls and opened his palm.

The two kids didn't show any vigilance at all. They pulled up their pants and ran to Chang Wei, staring and cheering: "Glass Eggs."

Even though I couldn't take my eyes away, I didn't dare reach out to take it.

Chang Wei opened his arms and gestured: "Do you have such a big round dustpan at home? I'll borrow your glass ball for a while."

The two children rubbed their urine-stained hands on the edges of their pants, opened their arms and said, "No one is as big as you, only my size."

It was about three feet long. Chang Wei nodded with satisfaction. "Then these two glass balls are rent. Can I borrow your dustpan for half a day?"

"Brother, are you really going to let us play with your balls?" The two children couldn't believe it and asked again.

Chang Wei nodded expressionlessly, and the two of them ran away.

After a while, they came out carrying a large round winnowing basket with a few strips of dried radish sandwiched between the bamboo strips.

Chang Wei picked up the dustpan and shook it. It was okay, very solid and not light. The dustpan was also quite deep, which made it just right for use.

"Go ahead and play with it. I'll be right here. Come get it this afternoon."

The two children didn't walk far after grabbing the glass ball. They found a small wooden stick in the mud about forty or fifty meters away and started digging a hole with their buttocks raised.

In the drying yard outside the village, Chang Wei turned the winnowing basket upside down, supported one side of the basket with a wooden stick about a foot long, sprinkled a handful of fresh corn kernels under the basket, took out the rope for tying people from the space and tied it to the wooden stick, and slowly let the line out under a tree.

At noon when the trees were overcast on the earth, there was a cry when I dreamed of a warbird.

Chang Wei took a nap and was happily chatting with a prostitute when he heard a chirping sound in his ears.

Under the winnowing basket, seven or eight sparrows were fluttering happily, eating without paying any attention to the haze covering their heads.

After being driven around since early morning, they finally found a place to rest and have a good meal.

Chang Wei looked up at the sky, not daring to delay any longer. He pulled the rope in his hand hard, and the dustpan turned upside down.

When he got closer, he could hear the sparrows flapping their wings and chirping in panic.

He lifted a corner of the dustpan, put his arm in, and eight sparrows were taken into the white space.

This thing is extremely aggressive and almost impossible to keep, so it can only be killed.

Fortunately, white space can also preserve freshness.