I make a living solving crimes.

National Day is a day of celebration for the whole country.

After all, it's two days off.

It’s a pity that the public security system has nothing to do with the holidays. The public security in Beijing is busier during this time.

Because there were military parades every year from 49 to 59.

In the days when there was no tourism, going to Beijing to celebrate National Day was the thing that people all over the country looked forward to most. At this time every year, counties and cities would quarrel over the quota to go to Beijing.

This year, the Monument to the People's Heroes in Tiananmen Square was finally completed.

When Chang Wei returned from Qianmen Railway Station last night, he took a special look from afar. The portrait of revolutionary pioneer Mr. Sun was placed in the center of the north side of the Monument to the People's Heroes, facing the portrait of the leader on the Tiananmen Gate Tower from a distance.

In addition, there are portraits of Marx and Engels on the east side of the square, and portraits of Lenin and Stalin on the west side.

After 1980, portraits of these four people rarely appeared.

At such an important moment, the Dongcheng Branch eradicated the stubborn problems that had plagued the capital for more than ten years, showing a window of civilization to the people coming to Beijing and reflecting the new era and new style. The matter is no longer a simple public security issue, but has long risen to a political level.

Chang Wei dug a sinkhole for the railway station police station and also contributed a great feat to the Dongcheng Public Security Bureau.

No wonder Director Zhao laughed so wildly in the office.

I received calls from my superiors all day long.

Because of this, while the entire branch was busy making arrangements for the holiday, Chang Wei's "Dragon Team" could leisurely hide in the office and write files.

A good knife is used on the blade, and a good man spends his time on the right path.

Chen Mingji understood the importance of this matter better than the four Dharma Kings. Looking at Chang Wei's little face, he felt more and more satisfied.

"The money from last time has been used up. Here is the account. Take a look." He took a stack of papers out of his bag.

"What money?" Chang Wei looked up in confusion.

"The money given to the needy during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"What does it have to do with me? Isn't it from the capitalists?"

"That was given to you by others. The street considers it as your donation."

The money was paid by the capitalists in the name of Chang Wei.

Seven or eight pages of paper were placed on the table, recording row by row and column by column the whereabouts of every sum of money and grain, who handled it, who received it, and all with signatures to confirm.

This is much better than all the associations and funds in later generations.

Chang Wei didn't even touch the papers.

This is an era of extremely strong faith.

He couldn't guarantee that every cadre was a good person, but Chen Mingji was worthy of his trust.

The police station was quiet in the afternoon, with only the chirping of cicadas and a few policemen from the Criminal Investigation Office.

Chang Wei didn't want to write the file, so he poured a cup of tea for Chen Mingji, held him and wouldn't let him leave, and talked about everything under the sun.

Chen Mingji had also been busy all day, so he was happy to take a break, drink some tea, and chat with Chang Wei.

From history to the legends of emperors, from Pangu creating the world to the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Duke Jing of Jin drowned in a manure pit, and Emperor Hui of Jin refused to eat meat.

As for geography, the rivers and mountains are magnificent, the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River are filled with the sound of monkeys, the Yellow River flows through Xiaolangdi, and Mount Everest is compared with K2.

Let's talk about cooking. The nine-turn pig intestines must be washed thoroughly, there is no vinegar fish in Lin'an cuisine, the Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot has a red oil base, and the Cantonese breakfast tea is mouth-watering.

The four kings were stunned by what they heard, as if they were fanboys. The director was convinced and tried to avoid him.

He said a thousand words but refused to write anything on the file.

"The source of your knowledge is really complicated." Chen Mingji gave him a resentful look. He had been able to add a few words before, but in the end he could only stare at the sky in silence with a pair of eyes full of wisdom.

Jiang Hongxia blinked her eyes and said with disdain: "What nonsense! Who knows if he made it up?"

"Ignorant child." Chang Wei rolled his eyes, stood up and walked out slowly, muttering, "With your IQ, it's really hard to understand."

Jiang Hongxia was furious and slammed the table, "Little Chang Wei, are you calling me stupid?"

"It's not stupid, it's foolish."

"Chang Wei, I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

After being beaten up, Chang Wei patiently explained, "Look at the word 'stupid'. The top is 'Spring', which means spring, and the bottom is two insects, which means animals. The original meaning of this word is that all things are in the spring, which means it is lively and lovely. This is not an insult, it is obviously a compliment to you."

Jiang Hongxia thought about it seriously for a while, and then she straightened her little A with a sense of accomplishment, then asked unconfidently, "Are you sure you're not calling me stupid?"

"How is that possible? You are the wisest of our group. If I ask you a question, many people won't be able to answer it, but you can."

"Okay, you say."

"Please listen to the question. Do you know that I am your father?"

After saying this, Chang Wei quickly trotted towards the toilet.

Jiang Hongxia thought for a moment and shouted to Chang Wei: "I don't know."

Ji Xiaowang widened his eyes in horror, turned his head to look at Li Laifu and Wu Jimao who looked in agreement, immediately closed his eyes and wiped his face, when he opened his eyes again, his face was full of stupidity.

Chen Mingji laughed out loud and strolled out of the police station.

After get off work, Chang Wei went home and entered the outer courtyard, which was in a state of chaos.

The little girl was leaning against the edge of the pond, calling out in a nagging voice, "Grandma, take the donkey with you. I want the old man to take care of Donkey Seven."

Chang Long was afraid that she would fall into the water, so he held her tightly, leaning back and sighing continuously.

Yang Min had just filled her bag of flour, and then she found a sack and started to fill it with vegetables and fruits, shouting, "Big girl, take the shoes you made for the ancestor."

Chang Tian was carrying cotton mattresses and packing them with ropes, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Chang Wei came close to Chang Da and whispered, "What happened?"

Chang Da gently wiped the sweat off Chang Wei's forehead with her sleeve, leaned her head over and whispered in his ear, "Mom is packing things to take back to the village, take whatever you see."

Chang Wei was shocked, "We won't be back until the day after tomorrow!"

Chang Da pursed her lips and didn't say anything else. She stuffed the three pairs of cloth shoes into Chang Tian's package and helped him tie the rope.

The little girl finally caught a shrimp with the help of Chang Long, and happily ran to Yang Min to present the treasure, "Grandma, take it to Old Ancestor Seven."

Yang Min stopped, squatted down and kissed her on the cheek, "My dear granddaughter, you are much more sensible than your aunt."

Chang Long took a deep breath, turned around and walked away silently.

"Mom, take a break. We won't be back until the day after tomorrow." Chang Wei tied up the bag of flour and put it in the corner, then took a handkerchief and asked Yang Min to wipe her sweat.

"How can you prepare before going out? You have to pack first, right?" Yang Min wiped it randomly and asked, "How much can you put in your car?"

"Don't worry, as long as you don't take the house with you, I'll pack it in for you."

Yang Min actually nodded seriously and walked around the room thinking about what else she could bring.

This isn't something a daughter-in-law would bring back to visit her parents-in-law. Even a girl wouldn't bring things like this when she goes back to her parents' home.

Chang Wei knew that Changsheng Village was his mother's second hometown, and Grandpa Chang and Grandma Chang were her adoptive parents.

Yang Min did not stop that night and even washed Chang Tian’s glass balls and took them away.

The cool breeze is reliable, the autumn moon is boundless, and my homesickness makes me feel like the days are passing by like years!