I make a living solving crimes.

Chang Wei felt that these three guys should be very grateful. If it had been 1983, it would be unknown whether these three people could still be alive.

He walked around to the back of the canteen and brought out a few shovels and brooms, saying with a stern face, "Go, clean up this yard."

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and seeing that Chang Wei looked unhappy, they quickly took the tools dejectedly, cursing Chang Wei's ancestors in their hearts.

Li Laifu and Wu Jimao stared at this scene in amazement, as if the door to a new world had been opened.

Chang Wei walked back and said to the remaining dozen people, "Go and sweep the middle and back yards."

The others looked at each other unwillingly. Chang Wei took off the belt from his waist and put the holster in Li Laifu's hand, waving the belt and saying, "If you want to be beaten, don't move."

These people's forgotten memories were instantly restored, and they scrambled to find tools to work.

Everyone who has been through the police station has been hung up and beaten with a belt.

Seeing that they were still quite honest, Chang Wei quietly put away his holster and put it on his belt, lit a cigarette, and sat under the hanging flower gate as a supervisor.

In later generations, there is a punishment called community correction for control. What is community correction?

It’s about serving the community.

How to serve the community? Didn’t the volunteers in Little Red Riding Hood and Red Vests in later generations also take photos while picking up trash?

Volunteers can do it, but prisoners under control can’t?

The entire police station yard became bustling with activity. The prisoners who were scattered in the front, middle and back yards were working busily. Chang Wei would not let them go back until they had cleaned up the mess.

The old policemen came out of the house and looked at the strange thing with a smile on their faces.

"Did you do it?"

Zhang Youde frowned and walked to the Chuihua Gate and took the cigarette handed to him by Chang Wei. He knew without hesitation that this was his apprentice's idea.

"Well, come here every week to check in, and make these people happy."

"Is this okay? Don't get into trouble."

"That's nothing, Master. If you catch any petty thieves breaking into houses and unlocking doors, don't send them to labor camps. Just keep them in our streets cleaning the alleys for two or three hours a day. I guarantee that the superiors will be satisfied."

"Does it fit?"

"This is called not reporting conflicts to the authorities, but resolving them on the spot. When the sanitary conditions of the entire jurisdiction are improved, who wouldn't praise us?"

Zhang Youde thought about it and said nothing. No one had ever done this before, so he didn't know if it was appropriate.

"Just wait and see. In a week at most, the subdistrict office will come to you and ask you to appoint someone. By then, you will be able to easily control Director Chen."

"Don't talk nonsense, that's our leader."

"Hehe, just be happy."

Chang Wei came up with the idea of ​​using the controlled prisoners on a whim.

The entire Gulou area is made up of old hutong residences. There are no sewers or garbage dumps. In the summer, the open and underground drains will be blocked and emit a foul odor. One has to cover one's nose when entering the public toilets. In the winter, dirty snow piles up at the base of the walls on both sides of the hutongs.

The street also wants to solve these problems, but it has neither money nor people.

It just so happens that these people can be used.

How can it be so good that they commit crimes and act like nothing happened?

Anyone who dared to disobey was sent to Qinghe Farm. There was no need to go through the court to sentence them to reeducation through labor. The farm could just report to the branch bureau and make the decision.

Chang Wei’s punishment was not severe, and no one would pay attention even if he reported it.

He also didn't ask these people to do private work for him.

Running away? Where can you go without a letter of introduction? And once you run away, you can never come back, and if you are caught, you will be sent to the northwest labor camp.

In comparison, if you endure it for two or three years at most, you will be able to get out of this situation.

In addition, Chang Wei has other ideas. They are all street slickers who are more familiar with the streets than the police and the street offices. These people can also provide intelligence when investigating cases in the future.

The entire yard had been thoroughly cleaned before the end of get off work. After Chang Wei asked for redoing the work several times, not only the garbage, but even the loose soil hidden in the cracks between the bricks was swept out.

When they heard that they would be sweeping the streets for two hours every day starting tomorrow, a dozen people almost killed the three little hooligans with their eyes.

It was these three who caused all the trouble.

Chang Wei ignored all these grudges. Today Wu Jimao and his master Xie Sanfu were on duty. He got off work on time and strolled home carrying his clothes and packages.

Just as they reached the entrance of the alley, Xu Damao passed Chang Wei on his bicycle with a basket of vegetables and radishes. He turned his head back to take a look, then he squeezed the brakes and kicked his leg in surprise, "Chang Wei, why are you wearing your father's police uniform?"

Chang Wei slowly approached and patted the holster on his waist, "Brother Damao, can I still hold my father's pistol?"

Xu Damao was stunned, and it took him a while to react and asked, "Are you a police officer?"

Chang Wei was a little bit arrogant, and said with a slight smile: "Well, I just started working today."

Xu Damao said enviously: "Wow, you are really good. You took over your father's job so early."

Chang Wei said seriously: "Brother Damao, I'm not taking over the position."

"So what's going on with you? Didn't you say you were going to the police school before you could start working?"

"I'm a special recruit."

"What trick?"

"I can't explain it to you with your intelligence. Anyway, I am a police officer now, working at the Gulou Police Station."

"Hey, how can you talk like that? By the way, you haven't even gone to school yet, how much can you make during a month of internship?"

"I won't do an internship and will be hired directly as a full-time employee. I'll be paid 37.5 yuan a month."

"How many?"

"Thirty-seven dollars and a half."

Xu Damao stopped talking, looked at Chang Wei with resentment, lowered his head, slid his right leg hard, and rode unsteadily on the pedal with his left foot, his back looking desolate.

He has endured for three years and now makes thirty-three dollars and fifty cents.

I didn’t think much of the blow I received from He Yuzhu before.

He Yuzhu is 23 and he is only 20. He Yuzhu has been working for seven years. He just started working this year and will be rated next year. He feels that he can make up the four yuan gap this time.

Chang Wei is now sixteen years old and earns 37.5 yuan just when he starts working. He is also a cadre after graduating from a technical secondary school.

Who should he talk to for reason?

As he rode along, Xu Damao's mind was in a state of confusion. After he calmed down his emotions, he vaguely regretted leaving without saying hello.

He worked in the Propaganda Department of a steel rolling mill, and as a projectionist he could barely be considered a cultural worker. In order to have something to talk about with his superiors he learned to read newspapers every day.

Of course he knew about Chang Wei's deeds in the Youth Daily, and he also knew the importance of the Youth Daily, but out of jealousy he didn't tell anyone.

Now that I think about it, I’m afraid that the special recruitment might have something to do with being in the newspaper.

The Chang family has extensive connections in the police station, and the director is his master.

Such people should not be offended and should be kept in good relationship with.

Xu Damao made a secret decision, carried his bicycle across the gate and went straight to the east wing of the front yard. He unloaded a basket of vegetables from the back seat and said loudly, "Aunt Chang, I'm here to congratulate you."

Before Chang Wei entered the courtyard, Chang Tian and Chang Long, who had received the news, were already waiting on the drum rock with the little girl.

"Brother, are you really a police officer?"

"Brother, is this your new dress?"

"Uncle, hold me, hold me. I want to ride a big horse."

Chang Wei threw the package of clothes to Chang Tian, ​​hugged the little girl and threw her around his neck, then walked towards home with a smile on his face.

Yang Min had already arrived at the Chuihua Gate and was standing on tiptoe, holding onto the door frame and looking out.

In the setting sun, Chang Wei, dressed in a white police uniform, was striding towards them with the little girl on his shoulders, just like his father carried Chang Long home several years ago.

Before she knew it, she was crying like rain.