I make a living solving crimes.

After getting the files of Ma Hua...Ma Han, Chang Wei finally understood why he was being persecuted.

This veteran turned out to be a graduate of the Officers' Special Training Corps.

"Are you from the Expeditionary Force? Did you participate in the Battle of Song Mountain?" Chang Wei was in awe when he saw this line.

Ma Han was silent for a moment, nodded, and murmured: "The Tenth Battle of Songshan, that battle was very tragic."

Ten battles of Songshan... Just four words, but Chang Wei knew that this was a victory won at the cost of more than 7,000 lives, including 1,000 child soldiers, and the number of casualties exceeded the number of injuries.

It was in the last battle that Mahan was injured and fell on the way to the charge.

The island bandits have wreaked havoc and caused pain to western Yunnan. Who wouldn't be able to abandon the border? The brave soldiers, regardless of danger and hardship, were determined to fight to the death, willing to die. Their loyalty will be buried in a grave, their names will be engraved on a monument, and their righteousness will be shown to future generations.

Chang Wei recalled the inscription and lamented that it was destroyed ten years ago.

He looked at the thin old soldier in front of him, and after a while, he asked cautiously: "So many people died, aren't you afraid?"

The old soldier is not Shang Yang and does not believe in Ma Lie, so what are his beliefs?

Ma Han looked out the window and said quietly, "I escaped from this city and have already fled to southern Xinjiang. There is no way back."

Chang Wei was speechless.

After a long while, he continued to ask softly: "Can you sing the song about educated youth joining the army?"

Ma Han and Chang Wei's eyes met, and their faces changed slightly, "Leader, we can't sing this song now."

"Then you know how to sing it." Chang Wei smiled and waved his hand. "I won't make it difficult for you. When no one is around, sing it to me again. I have to leave the music for you."

Ma Han's expression changed again.

Only Fan Tuan'er knew what kind of person his team leader was. Since he was interested, he must fulfill his wish. He sighed and said, "It's okay. In fact, there are many people who can sing, but the team leader can't bother them. When it's convenient, you can sing for the team leader."

"Yes, it's a good song. Someone should remember it and sing it in the future." Chang Wei agreed happily.

One inch of mountains and rivers, one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young men and one hundred thousand troops.

This was the slogan that the captain issued at the conference for educated youth to join the army, which made the young people excited.

As for that song...Ayi's tune is actually wrong.

But the singing is very powerful!

Have you not seen that the Han Zhongjun, at a young age, tied up the enemy and asked for a long rope,

See you, Ban Dingyuan, Jueyu Qingqi urges Zhanyun!

The man should be in serious danger. How can he let the Confucian crown miss this life?

The situation is that the country is in danger, and the eggs are exhausted, and the feathers are struggling to stop!

I discard my old pen and put on my wartime collar.

One call for more than one hundred thousand comrades, sang war hymns and joined the army.

We will clean up the barbarians' dust and wipe out the Japanese invaders at all costs!

It is easy for the Investigation Department to change a person's appearance. That day, there was one less Ma Hua and one more Ma Han in the world.

Ao Bin came back from the subdistrict office and reported the results of the handling.

The reason why the three women made things difficult for Ma Han was not because of his identity, but because they wanted to embezzle money.

The street was going to pay wages to the temporary workers who were responsible for cleaning the public toilets, but they ended up embezzling most of the money by using Ma Han's identity as an excuse. This was not the only case of this kind.

They have committed a large number of acts of abuse of power for personal gain and have all been expelled from the neighborhood committee. After all the problems have been investigated, they should return the stolen money and go to jail if necessary.

"A black sheep." Ao Bin said at last, and then angrily said: "The street office is also negligent in management, and actually allowed such a person to stay in the team."

"Those who are bullied by them are flawed. Not many people will be as passionate as you to stand up for the veterans." Chang Wei consoled him, "No matter what organization or team it is, it is made up of people. As long as they are people, there will be good and evil, good and bad. You can't deny the work of the entire street office because of a few individuals."

Ao Bin murmured, "But people like this will damage our image."

"So we need to strengthen supervision and handle it in a timely manner after discovery." Chang Wei sighed to himself, "No one is perfect, let alone the collective. Don't worry, the masses still trust us. Even if they curse behind our backs, when they really encounter problems, the first thing they think of is the organization."

Ao Bin recalled that when he was in Beijing, everyone was afraid of the police officers from the police station, but when they encountered difficulties, they would still look for the police first.

......

Things in Jinling were handled quickly. Several capitalists were arrested and the subsequent punishment was handed over to the local authorities. Chang Wei received a notice from the minister and returned to Lin'an to gather.

Jiang Hongxia came to pick them up. She first got to know Ma Han, then moved closer to Chang Wei and whispered, "Team leader, Lan Xiaojie is gone."

She said that although the rose has a lingering fragrance, it does not have a clear spring.

Chang Wei was stunned for a moment, nodded and said nothing.

A distant whistle sound came from the wind, as if a female opera singer was singing softly.

Chang Wei's mood was not adjusted until he arrived at the guesthouse. Just after he finished washing up, he heard Jiang Hongxia rushing over, "Team Leader, please give me some face."

"No." Chang Wei refused without hesitation, without asking the reason.

The young policewoman pouted, but was too embarrassed to act coquettishly in front of him, so she stamped her feet, turned around and ran out to find Fan Tuaner.

After a while, Fan Tuaner came in and said with a smile: "I'm here to lobby!"

"Convince me?" Chang Wei teased, motioning Fan Tuan'er to sit down, "What is she going to do now?"

"Her brother heard that we were leaving, so he wanted to treat you to a meal. The young man has started working at the grain depot as a formal employee. His three younger brothers and sisters are also in school and have been given three rooms. I also got them some old bedding and clothes from the confiscated supplies."

"Then go eat." Chang Wei replied, then thought for a moment and shook his head, "It's better not to go. That kid has a hard life. He is an orphan himself, and he picked up three orphans. He is only fourteen years old."

"Inviting you to dinner is also a token of my child's kindness."

"I appreciate the kindness, but I won't eat. I may be his benefactor and a noble person. If he wants to treat me to a meal, he will definitely prepare a lot of dishes. There is no need to waste money."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, Fan Tuaner could only helplessly shake her head towards the door.

Towards evening, the boy, with two boys and a girl, stood in front of the guesthouse holding a bowl of soup.

Upon hearing the news, Chang Wei sighed heavily.

In an age where food is the most important thing for people, giving food as a gift is the greatest thoughtfulness.

He sighed that he was really lucky and that almost none of the people he had helped were ungrateful.

In Gulou, his family’s firewood would never run out.

Fresh wild vegetables from outside the city are placed outside the courtyard gate every now and then.

Every feedback is a support for his firm belief.

Seeing that Chang Wei had lost his former cleverness, the boy stammered and couldn't utter a word for a long time. The little girl hid behind him and timidly poked her head out to look at Chang Wei. Seeing that he had a handsome face and a kind expression, she mustered up the courage to move a step forward.

Her hair was dry and yellow, her chin was thin and pointed, and she was wearing a large cotton-padded jacket that didn't fit her. She said crisply, "Brother Leader, these are the dumplings we made ourselves. My brother wanted to buy meat, but my sister said it would be a waste to give you meat, so we made dumplings. This, this, and this small one, I made them all."

Jiang Hongxia stood behind Chang Wei, grinning foolishly, and said to herself, "Children's words are without restraint, children's words are without restraint."

Chang Wei didn't bother with her. He looked at the dumplings of different sizes in the soup bowl, squatted down with a smile, grabbed a handful of candies from his bag, and stuffed the girl's purse full of them.

The boy hurriedly pulled the little girl back and said stiffly: "Leader, my sister is young and can't speak, please don't be offended."

Chang Wei stood up, patted the boy's shoulder vigorously, and gave him a thumbs up, "Boy, you are awesome."

Jiang Hongxia scratched her head and asked, "How do you think you are so awesome?"