I make a living solving crimes.

"Listening to Mom Telling About the Past" has the theme of recalling the bitter past and thinking of the sweet past. Listening to Grandpa telling stories about the past are all about the bitterness and sadness on the revolutionary road.

Chang Wei hummed a song softly as he saw the old man off.

The escort troops from the capital had not arrived yet, but Ji Xiaowang had already arrived at the military camp.

"Didn't I tell you to go back and rest for two days?"

"Don't mention it. I can't stay at home at all."

"Your parents don't want you anymore?"

"No, six groups of matchmakers came to my house yesterday. It was so annoying."

"Blind date? Oh, isn't this a good thing?"

"You've only been in Tianjin for a few days and you've already learned how to be a supporting actor?" Ji Xiaowang looked at Wu Jimao speechlessly and muttered softly, "I'm only nineteen after the Chinese New Year, and now I'm working in Beijing."

"What's the matter? After you went to Beijing, you no longer like girls from Tianjin?"

"Long-distance relationship." Ji Xiaowang looked up at the few remaining leaves on the tree. "The team leader said that long-distance relationships are either green or yellow, and I don't like either one."

In fact, Chang Wei was just saying weird things because he was bored.

The young people of later generations lived too clearly, so they got nothing. The young people of today are confused. They get married when they should and work when they should, so they have everything in the end.

Free love was just beginning to be advocated at this time, which made Zhao Hu miserable. He pulled Ji Xiaowang and said, "It was still better in the ancient times. Parents' orders and matchmakers' words were the rules, and secretly meeting through a curtain was considered a blind date. Now, dating a partner means eating, watching movies, and shopping. Sigh..."

Chang Wei smiled and said, "In ancient times, blind dates were also based on routine. If they were satisfied, they would shyly say that their parents had the final say on their lifelong affairs. If they were not satisfied, they would say that they wanted to serve their parents for another two years."

He paused and continued, "There are also heroes saving beauties. If the girl is handsome, they will promise to marry her, and if she is ugly, they will promise to work like a slave for her in the next life."

Several unmarried young men were stunned.

When facing the same benefactor, women treat them very differently.

Just like the difference between Xie Guangkun and Cai Guangkun.

As they were chatting, the escort troops had arrived. Chang Wei took the documents and looked at them, then asked Fan Tuaner to call the minister to verify again.

In fact, Chang Wei had already seen an acquaintance, the platoon leader who had supported him in his hometown.

Second Public Security Division.

This troop cannot leave the capital without orders from the military superiors.

Checking it again is just a matter of being cautious.

After verification, they started packing, sealed the items in person, and sent them to Qinghe Farm using the 66th Army's vehicles, where an armed special train was waiting.

Chang Wei was originally going to go to Qinghe Farm with the Dragon Team to capture those thieves, so he took this opportunity to go along as well.

The Second Public Security Division boarded the vehicle and left directly. Zhang Long and Zhao Hu accompanied them as escort personnel of the Dragon Group, and the rest of the people were hosted by Qinghe Farm.

The lady in charge of reception was the same one from before, a little older but very enthusiastic.

After staying up all night, everyone felt a little exhausted and fell into a deep sleep in the guesthouse.

Chang Wei's biological clock was messed up by the severe crackdown some time ago, so he naturally didn't want to go to bed. He first found a confidential phone and reported the situation to the two old men.

Although there is a high probability that he will be promoted to deputy minister, he has to remind them that he has obtained almost three tons of gold.

The reason why he keeps mentioning it is because he is now planning Qinghe Farm.

This place is surrounded by water on all sides, and is only connected to the outside world by bridges over the river. Because it is full of prisoners, it is managed in a militarized manner.

The farm is self-sufficient in food, clothing, housing and transportation, and even has a school.

When the wind picks up, he can bring all his family members in.

Those who might be locked up in the cowshed could also be arrested and sent to "reform through labor" or "re-education through labor."

Qinghe Farm is under the jurisdiction of the Jingcheng Municipal Bureau and belongs to the Fifth Division. The director who manages the farm is a highly-qualified deputy director, at the deputy-department level.

He has to find a way to get to this position in the remaining seven years.

After finishing the call, Chang Wei strolled back to the courtyard of the guesthouse.

There are no other guests today, they are the only ones in the whole yard.

Fan Tuaner woke up after a short nap and went out to see Chang Wei squatting in the yard making a fire.

"Why are you boiling such a big pot of water?"

"I'll stew the duck later."

He had heard about it the last time he came here that Qinghe Farm had a lot of ducks and they were the least valuable.

Hearing the noise outside, the people who were resting in the house got up one after another.

A short nap will replenish your energy, but sleeping too much will waste your energy at night.

When Jiang Hongxia heard about stewed duck, she was very excited and took the initiative to find the receptionist to buy a duck.

This was Du Ye's first time here. He used to be frightened when he heard the name of Qinghe Farm. He never expected that one day he would be able to walk in here and move around freely.

He turned around curiously and squatted beside the big pot to add firewood.

"Do you want to go in and take a shower?" Chang Wei invited enthusiastically.

Du Ye looked at the steaming pot and asked in confusion, "Didn't you say you wanted to stew the duck?"

"No hurry, it's not dark yet, how about taking a shower?"

"Wash in the pot?"

Chang Wei explained enthusiastically, "In the south, pot baths are very popular. Bricks are piled up around the pot, and a one-foot-wide wooden board is placed on top of the pot, also called a turtle board. People sit on the turtle board to take a bath."

Du Ye looked at the bubbles starting to form in the iron pot and shook his head to politely decline Chang Wei's kindness.

Sometimes it's stewing duck, sometimes it's stewing turtle shell, it always feels weird.

Jumping into the pot to take a bath, isn't that just stewing yourself in the pot?

After a while, Jiang Hongxia came in holding two ducks by the necks and asked excitedly, "Chang Wei, do you think the ducks I chose are fat?"

Chang Wei turned his head and looked over, wondering, "Did you catch it yourself?"

"Yes, Sister Liu was busy with something, so she let me catch it myself."

"You are really amazing." Chang Wei praised generously and asked, "They didn't resist? They were strangled by you?"

"You're quacking loudly, but catching a few ducks is no big deal for me." The young policewoman puffed out her chest proudly.

"Do you know what the duck is quacking about?"

"what is it call?"

"It's shouting, I'm a goose, I'm a goose."

Jiang Hongxia was stunned for a moment, then held up the two geese by their necks and said, "How is that possible? They are not white."

"This is a grey goose. Not all geese are white." Seeing that she was still unconvinced, Chang Wei could only tap the grey goose's forehead and asked, "Have you ever seen a duck with a head like this?"

Jiang Hongxia then realized that she had made a fool of herself, and she held the two geese in silence.

Chang Wei brought a grey goose over and said, "Forget it, let's just stew the big goose in the iron pot. You can return the remaining one and give the money to Sister Liu."

When I praised Jiang Hongxia for her abilities, I was not just saying it casually. The fighting power of grey geese is in no way inferior to that of white geese. If Chang Wei had not been wearing thick clothes in winter, he would not have dared to easily enter the grey goose's territory.

The young policewoman picked up the gray goose in her hand and ran away with her butt twisted.

Fan Tuaner sat on the recliner and laughed so hard that she fell backwards.

Watching Chang Wei skillfully killing and bleeding the goose, she recalled the first time she met Chang Wei. After the raid in Shahe Township, he stewed a pot of big goose outside the commune yard.