I make a living solving crimes.

Chang Wei walked slowly on the sidewalk, looking at the decades-old Western buildings on both sides, which made people feel as if they had returned to history.

It probably feels like walking on the streets of Shanghai in a later film and television studio.

He was busy with a case before and had no time to stroll around. Today, he accompanied Ji Xiaowang back to the city to handle formalities, so he took the opportunity to take a stroll.

Yes, soldier Wei Qian is still in Qinghe Farm, and Ji Xiaowang’s transfer letter has arrived in Tianjin.

This guy is as bad at speaking as Li Lai Fu, and is just a nobody in the Municipal Bureau who can be ordered around at will. If Chang Wei doesn't save him once, he will probably be ostracized and suppressed, although he has always been ostracized and suppressed.

He was transferred from the municipal bureau to a remote police station, and when he retired he was treated like a deputy chief clerk.

Most young policemen who are not good at scheming are probably like this when they get old.

Chang Wei felt that he had picked up a treasure for Zhang Youde.

This guy is a real driver and can repair cars.

Ji Xiaowang went to the Municipal Bureau to handle formalities, and Chang Wei naturally would not accompany him. He strolled around the Heping District, his eyes always wandering over the various villas along the street.

There is no political correctness or worship of foreign things here. It's just that after living in the capital for many years and being accustomed to carved beams and embroidered pillars and painted rafters, Western architecture brings him a sense of freshness.

The old houses at the end of the streets and alleys bear the traces of time. They quietly tell the story of Tianjin’s past. From the long and narrow alleys, the laughter of the elderly and children can be heard from time to time, adding a touch of liveliness to this tranquility and elegance.

The window on the second floor was open, and the breeze blew the gauze in the house. Chang Wei stood there for a long time but did not see the charming woman sticking her head out with the pole. He could only sigh in melancholy.

The streets that were once full of foreigners have returned to the people. At the crossroads, vendors pull carts loaded with seafood that has just been caught today. Craftsmen carry their loads on their shoulders and sell their wares along the street. There are several wooden benches hanging on each side. At the snack stand in the corner, the square tables and benches are filled with diners.

The business atmosphere here is more intense than that in Beijing.

Too bad it's only this year.

Chang Wei walked up to the man selling seafood and looked at the varieties he was selling.

He went to the beach the night before, and it happened to be low tide, so he didn't catch any fish, but he had a good harvest on the mudflats.

Crabs, prawns, clams, razor clams, and some conchs.

It was great that no one was driving him away from the mudflats to catch seafood. The fishermen saw that he was empty-handed and gave him a bamboo basket for seafood.

The man also sold shrimps and crabs, as well as some dried shellfish and kelp.

Bohai prawns are delicious. Live prawns are not available in Beijing, and frozen ones are not common either. Chang Wei opened a one-acre seawater pond in the space, but he doesn't know if he can keep the prawns alive.

"No fish?"

"You came late. If only you had come earlier."

"You did all this yourself?"

"Now fishing is arranged by the commune, and we get paid in exchange for cents. These are what my son picked up at the beach. He earns some change to buy needles and thread and snacks for the children."

"How many children do you have?"

"Three, two sons and a daughter. The eldest son is about the same age as you, but the daughter is a little younger and greedy."

"My sister is also greedy, how much do you sell this shrimp for?"

"Forty cents a pound."

"It's cheap. They're all 60 cents at the market. Please weigh all these fresh ones for me."

After chatting with the man for a while, Chang Wei bought all four and a half pounds of live shrimps, carried the bamboo basket around the corner, and when he came out again, the bamboo basket had disappeared.

He walked forward leisurely and unknowingly reached Shandong Road. Suddenly, he saw a long line on the sidewalk. He ran to the front to take a look.

There was a long white sign hanging on the door of the store, with a line of small characters on the top that read "Tianjin City Public-Private Partnership" and a line of large characters below that read "Food Main Store Goubuli Steamed Bun Shop."

Goubuli steamed buns...the stuff that was scolded in later generations.

But now it is indeed the favorite of Tianjin people. One pound of buns contains forty pieces and costs 90 cents.

There are also three fresh ones, priced at 1.2 yuan per pound.

The reason why people call him Goubuli is of course not because dogs don’t like to eat steamed buns, but because the steamed bun business was so good back then that the owner Gao Guiyou was too busy to talk to customers. His nickname was Gouzi, and people who ate steamed buns laughed at him and said, “Gouzi sells steamed buns and ignores people.”

Over time, people got used to calling him "Goubuli".

In 52, the original "Dejuhao" steamed bun shop closed down. It was not until 56 that the city of Jinmen reopened the steamed bun shop. Unfortunately, the chef was no longer the original one, and they used chefs from three other shops.

Chang Wei didn't care about all this. He happily queued up and bought five kilograms after waiting for two hours. If the people behind him hadn't scolded him, he would have wanted to buy ten kilograms.

The steaming buns fill your mouth with fragrance when you take a bite.

Chang Long and the little girl will definitely like it.

Such a good bun, in the future...

At the agreed time, Chang Wei returned to the door of the Municipal Bureau, where Ji Xiaowang was already waiting.

"went well?"

"Very good, the formalities are completed."

"Did you get scolded?"

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Chang Wei glanced at Ji Xiaowang's calm face and said nothing more. Ji Xiaowang was a little timid, but easy to get along with and hardworking. He stayed up all night with Chang Wei and the others without a single complaint.

We took a bus back to Qinghe Farm and saw that the people from the police station had already started packing their luggage.

Chang Wei asked in surprise: "Are you going back today?"

Wei Qianjun came over and nodded, saying, "We have been digging for the treasure for two days, and we finally found it."

"Okay, if I don't go back, my mother will be worried. Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Don't remind me. I told you I'd make it up to you. I'll give you a day off tomorrow."

Mid-Autumn Festival is on September 27th, but there is no holiday for it. However, we can have two days off for National Day.

"Where are Zhang Yu and the others? Should we take them back?"

"Well, this is where the prisoners are kept. All seven of them should be sentenced to death. We'll go back and sentence them. It's estimated that they will be executed before New Year's Day. You can go there then."

"You really want me to kill you?"

"Is it appropriate for Lan Xiaojie to do it herself? Come on, this is such a good opportunity for training, I think others don't have this chance yet."

Chang Wei grumbled with dissatisfaction, as if he was very proud of the murder he had done.

However, in the eyes of these old soldiers, they probably don’t take human lives seriously, let alone the enemies.

We took the train when we came, and we took the train back again. This time, we didn't have to go to Jinmen Station. There was a Chadian Railway Station in Qinghe Farm that went to and from Andingmen in Beijing. It was a special railway line for transporting prisoners and supplies.

The carriage used was an iron can.

Back at the police station, Chang Wei drove the car, which contained nine people.

Don't be surprised. Look at "The Memphis Belle". There are ten people sitting in a Willys, and there are people on the hood.

Anyway, the branch office is only a few hundred meters away from the police station.

When he returned home, the little girl was so happy that she didn't even have time to look at the hot buns in Chang Wei's hand, and just grabbed them to hug them.

Chang Long was still kneeling.

The teacher wrote tonight's homework on the blackboard yesterday.

She didn't write it.

The teacher asked her why she didn't write.

She still couldn't recognize too many words, so she could only copy the words the teacher wrote on the blackboard and ask her second brother to teach her. With the extraordinary power of "Shangjin Wanglong", Chang Tian determined at the first glance that the teacher wrote "No homework today."

PS: About public security and police

Strictly speaking, "Public Security" is the name of an organization. The official terms used are public security organs, public security officers, and public security soldiers. It's just that people are accustomed to using "Public Security" instead of "Police". The word "Police" has been used since the founding of the People's Republic of China. In order to distinguish it from the old era, the word "People" was added. The cloth badge with "Chinese People's Police" on the chest of the Type 55 police uniform.