I make a living solving crimes.

The large force heading to Beihai did not return home in defeat until after three in the afternoon.

A dozen men brought back six pounds of fish, but none of them weighed more than eight ounces, and no one wanted to buy them when they were sold to the purchasing station.

Frying fish consumes too much oil, so most people buy fish and stew them at home. How do you eat small fish?

Yan Bugui was walking at the end of the team, and he felt a pang of pain when he thought of the five kilograms of corn flour that he had thrown into the lake today.

What was even more painful was Yan Jiecheng, because he paid fifty cents to rent his father's fishing rod for a day, and now he had to pay for the five kilograms of corn flour as well.

The father and son's faces turned dark and they cursed Chang Wei to death in their hearts.

This guy must not be telling the truth.

I don’t know how he manages to catch thirty or forty kilograms of fish every day.

The three brothers of the Liu family did not make any bait, but they were quite satisfied with catching a few whitebait that were a foot long.

Jia Dongxu put his arm around He Yuzhu's shoulder and returned to the yard. They didn't even bring their fishing rods, and just watched the excitement all day.

The main reason is that there are so many women going to Beihai Park on weekends. The women in cheongsam and bra are swaying their bodies. One of them is pregnant and the other is single, which makes people feel itchy and jealous.

As soon as he entered the door and turned around, he saw the wall of the back house being built, and Jia Dongxu's face suddenly became gloomy.

After taking a quick glance at the east wing where the Chang family lived, he walked quickly into Yi Zhonghai's home in the central courtyard without stopping.

"Master, the Chang family has moved the courtyard wall half a room forward, but they haven't left a door."

"Why are you shouting? I saw it early in the morning."

Jia Dongxu immediately became anxious and said angrily: "You don't care about it, it's a public place."

Yi Zhonghai calmly held the teacup and said, "Why rush? Let's wait until he finishes the house."

Jia Dongxu was quite talented in this area. He understood it instantly. He rolled his eyes and smiled, "Master is still very smart."

He Yushui, who was lying on the bed reading a book across the wall, heard clearly what was happening next door. He got up angrily, walked around the room twice, then ran out to the front yard.

Chang Wei listened to He Yushui's complaints with a smile, pressed his palm to signal her to be patient, and went back to the house to bring out a watermelon.

"So big?"

The girl instantly suppressed her anger and her eyes widened.

Chang Wei said sincerely: "I want to thank you for coming here to tip off!"

"Oh, sweet."

Chang Xiaoman ran over, pinned her head to the ground, and licked her lips with her little tongue.

Chang Wei cut the watermelon into thick slices in the middle and then into small pieces and handed them to He Yushui, leaving the small half on the butt and inserting a stainless steel spoon into it and calling the little girl over.

"Uncle, it needs to be cut open."

"A cut watermelon has no soul. Uncle will teach you a new way to eat it."

"Then what about seven?"

He Yushui held the half-sprouted watermelon in her hands and watched Chang Wei digging with a spoon. The semi-circular watermelon ball was bright red and indeed more appetizing.

"Third brother, come in and bring it to mother and sister."

Chang Wei shouted outside the door, which slammed open. Chang Long rushed in with a basin of watermelon in his hand.

He Yushui lowered his head and took a bite, feeling the cool and sweet taste in his mouth. He then remembered the purpose of his visit and said angrily, "Chang Wei, did you hear me?"

"I heard it. I heard it."

Chang Wei nodded nonchalantly and taught the little girl how to dig watermelon balls with her own hands.

He Yushui was so angry that he took another big bite of the watermelon in his hand to express his dissatisfaction.

Chang Wei found a bowl of suitable size as a base to place the small half of the watermelon on, and put it on the table for the little girl to eat by herself. Seeing He Yushui's indignant look, he wondered, "Don't you like Yi Zhonghai?"

"Hmm... not really."

"Aren't you neighbors?"

"There are so many neighbors in this yard. Should I like all of them?"

"Then who do you like?"

He Yushui was stunned, and spat angrily: "I don't like any of them, and the one I hate the most is you."

Chang Wei looked at He Yushui, then twisted his neck to look at the watermelon in her hand, speechless.

I hate eating so fast.

"He was quite nice when he was the second uncle, but now that he's the first uncle, he's always preaching to my brother and ordering him around."

PUA, this one is familiar to Chang Wei.

"Tell your brother to stay away from Yi Zhonghai. That old man has a lot on his mind."

"Lao Deng?"

"Northeastern dialect, um, doesn't mean a good person."

"Oh, then tell me, Old Deng, what is Yi Zhonghai thinking."

"puff!"

Chang Wei spat out a mouthful of watermelon seeds, patted his chest and breathed, "Old Deng, Old Deng, how can a sunny boy like me be called old?"

He Yushui chuckled, finished the piece of watermelon in his hand, and continued: "I asked you to talk about Yi Zhonghai."

"Have another piece." Chang Wei took another piece and gave it to He Yushui. "Yi Zhonghai has no children, so he is most worried about his retirement. His first hope is of course his apprentice Jia Dongxu, but Jia Dongxu's mother is not an easy person to deal with. He is now keeping your brother as a backup."

"I know that. He often tells my brother about respecting the old and loving the young, and he also gives my brother ten dollars every month."

Chang Wei threw the watermelon slices in his hand into the basin and asked with a complicated expression: "He never gave it to you?"

"He doesn't expect me to take care of him in his old age, so what is there for me to do?"

Chang Wei hesitated for a moment and said, "You are free on holiday anyway, why not go to the post office and ask."

He Yushui was surprised and asked, "Why would I go to the post office to ask questions when I have nothing to do?"

Chang Wei considered and said, "Perhaps there were letters from you or your brother in the past, but because you were young, someone else took them for you. Or maybe there were not only letters, but also remittance slips and so on."

He Yushui looked at Chang Wei suspiciously, then lowered his head to think about it, and then he was distracted for a long time while holding the half-sprouted watermelon in his hand before nodding.

This girl is very smart and can figure things out with just a little guidance from others.

After chatting for a few more words, Chang Wei looked at the sun and estimated the time. He said hello to Yang Min, picked up the bamboo basket and strolled out, slowly walking all the way to the police station.

The whole station stayed up all night last night. In the morning, the branch packed up the stolen goods and the prisoners and took them away. Except for the people on duty, everyone else in the station went back to rest. It was very quiet today.

"Grandpa Wang."

"Little Chang Wei, why are you here now?"

Old Wang lived in the station. When he heard Chang Wei calling, he immediately responded and came out.

"I came to ask for your help. I got a big pig head and I don't know how to fix it."

"Hey, where did you get such a big pig head?"

"I have a friend in the slaughterhouse, inside information."

You don't need a meat ticket to buy pig heads and offal, so ordinary people can't buy them. They have already been taken away by someone before they leave the slaughterhouse. Even if they flow into the market, they are placed under the counter. If you don't have some connections, don't expect to see them.

Old Wang would not argue with Chang Wei about the origin of the pig's head. He took out the nearly 20-pound pig's head from the bamboo basket and marveled at it.

The meat is tender and firm, the hair has been plucked out, and the two protruding ears are of moderate fatness and thinness.

"Grandpa Wang, please keep two pig heads and a pair of mouth strips after they are braised."

"No, no, just leave half a pound of pork head meat for grandpa to eat with his wine."

"I feel sick eating that stuff. If you dislike it, give it to my master."

"What for him? Does he deserve it?"

Chang Wei chuckled, but he didn't dare to respond.