I make a living solving crimes.

Early in the morning, Chang Wei woke up from his sleep, looked at the two guardians on his left and right, and smiled silently.

Last night, after they had eaten and drunk their fill, Yang Min forced them to go to bed. Now it's not like in later generations where you need to exercise to digest after eating too much meat. If anyone said this, they would definitely be scolded by the older generation for wasting things.

After eating good food, you have to lie still.

What kind of bullshit theory is this?

Isn’t it said that if you take a walk after a meal, you will live to be ninety-nine?

With nothing to do, he lay on the bed and pondered in the Yin-Yang space.

The black and white lands in the space intersect like the Yin and Yang of Tai Chi. Each side is about twenty acres in size. Only dead objects can exist in the white space. Time stands still here. A living fish that goes in will become a dead fish once it comes out.

The black space can support living things. In order to keep the fish fresh, Chang Wei also used the power of space to dig a pond one acre in size and three meters deep here.

One movement and the other is stillness, one life and the other is death.

Chang Wei is becoming more adept at using the Yin-Yang space.

After tossing and turning for an hour or so, he fell into a deep sleep. He was exhausted after a busy day.

Not many families in the compound have clocks. When the sun rises, the courtyard wakes up and each family is busy washing and eating. When the loud speakers on the street start singing, everyone goes out together to prepare for work.

Chang Wei woke up early today. After getting up, he scooped water from the water tank to wash his face, then went out with a bucket to the water station to fetch water.

The construction of tap water in Beijing has only been underway for a few years, and the alleys and lanes all rely on water stations for supply. If you go late, you will have to wait in a long line.

He remembered that in the original drama, there was running water and a sink in the central courtyard, where the pretty widow washed clothes every day. Now the timeline has been advanced by seven and a half years, so the water pipes must not have been installed yet.

After carrying two buckets of water back, as soon as he entered the yard, Chang Tian ran over to help open the door, "Brother, the stove is ready."

Chang Wei poured water into the water tank, touched Chang Tian's stomach and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Chang Tian lowered his head a little embarrassedly and whispered, "I haven't pooped this morning, so I'm not hungry now."

These little brats are eating me to death. They are at the age of growing up, so they eat a lot and get hungry quickly.

Besides, you can’t rely on shit and urine to satisfy your hunger.

Chang Wei pushed Chang Tian in disdain, "Go and get some quickly, and come back to eat some steamed buns."

After hearing this, Chang Tian quickly ran out of the yard.

In the past, we only had cornmeal porridge to eat in the morning. We had never eaten steamed buns, especially those made with white flour.

The little girl in the room woke up and opened her eyes to ask for her uncle. Yang Min couldn't coax her, so Chang Wei could only go over to take her. He held the little girl in his arms while washing her face and said, "Mom, steam the remaining buns and take two to the factory."

Yang Min glared at him and asked, "Who eats white flour buns in the morning?"

Chang Wei realized that he couldn't give in when talking to his mother, so he said in a tough manner: "The third, fourth and Xiao Man are still growing up, and you only took ten kilograms of food coupons to the factory. What can you eat?"

He wiped the little girl's face with a towel and poked her belly with his fingers, making the little girl giggle while hugging Chang Wei. Chang Wei poured water into the pot, put the steamer on, and shouted towards the north room, "Old Four, it's time to get up."

Yang Min knocked on him, turned around and walked away without saying a word.

In the end, when he went to work, there was only one steamed bun in the lunch box. If he put more in, Yang Min would beat him.

Watching his mother go out, Chang Wei threw a dollar to Chang Tian, ​​"Don't run around at home. I won't be back at noon. If there are not enough steamed buns, go to the restaurant outside and buy some more."

Chang Tian took the money, nodded and said, "Got it, brother."

As soon as Chang Wei turned around, the money was snatched away by Chang Long. Chang Wei ignored their fuss and went out with the bamboo basket on his back.

There were not many people fishing on weekdays, so he did not use cornmeal to make bait, mainly because that was the only food left at home. He went to the black market late yesterday and all the food was sold out. He was able to find pork because of chance, as the man had just arrived.

He could only wander around the lake and cast his fishing rod when he saw no one was around.

Looking at the sun, he estimated that it was almost noon. He picked up the two fish in his hands and staggered to the Gulou Police Station.

Don't change Jiaodaokou to Drum Tower. It's a taboo. Do you understand?

Old man Zhang, who was guarding the police station's communication room, was surprised and asked, "Little Chang Wei, where did you get this fish?"

After walking all the way, someone finally asked about it. Chang Wei was very happy. He took out a cigarette and handed it to her, saying casually, "I caught it in Houhai. I sold 40 to 50 kilograms yesterday."

Old man Zhang sneered, "It's still 40 or 50 kilograms, can you lift it?"

Chang Wei said angrily: "Next time I sell fish, I will put your eyeballs on it."

Old man Zhang lit up his cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and waved his hand: "Get lost now. You're still smoking Daqianmen. Even your father didn't dare to smoke when he was alive."

When mentioning his father, Chang Wei didn't dare to talk back. He could only walk inside with his head down angrily, calling out "brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunts" all the way. He ran to the door of the director's office and walked in without knocking.

Zhang Youde was frightened and was about to curse when he was blocked by two fish.

"Where did it come from?"

"I'm fishing in Houhai. I came to see my master. It would be embarrassing to come empty-handed."

Chang Wei looked around, hung the fish on the coat hook on the wall, and when he saw the Hongtashan apple on the table, his eyes lit up immediately. This was a good thing.

Zhang Youde didn't care about Chang Wei stealing his cigarettes. He quickly took the fish off the coat hook and wiped the hook and the wall with a rag, cursing, "Damn it, this is where I hang my police uniform. I think you deserve a beating."

Chang Wei struck three matches before he managed to light a fire. He lit a Hongtashan cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and said with a smile, "I'll tell my mom when I get home. You dare to scold her."

Zhang Youde kicked him right away, not even looking at Chang Wei's nasty face as he smoked. He stared at the fish in his hand for a long time before gritting his teeth and carrying it out the door, yelling, "Laifu, Laifu, take this fish to the canteen and give it to everyone for lunch."

Chang Wei almost choked himself to death after taking a puff of smoke. He trotted to the door and poked his head out from under Zhang Youde's arm. He saw the young policeman who had identified him yesterday running towards him.

"Your name is Lai Fu?"

The young policeman was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, my name is Li Laifu."

Chang Weibi compared the two men's sizes and estimated that he could not beat him for the time being, so he smiled very friendly, took out a big front door and said, "Come on, have a smoke."

The young policeman smiled naively, took the cigarette, took the fish from Zhang Youde's hand, and ran towards the canteen like a rabbit.

Zhang Youde then turned and walked into the office, sorting out the documents in his hands, and said without raising his head: "Smoke less, they are not good things."

Chang Wei nodded and put the remaining half bag of Hongtashan cigarettes into his pocket.

"School is about to start. Don't be naughty in school. It's a semi-military management place. It's useless to come to me if you get beaten."

Chang Wei had no expectations for the upcoming police school. What could he learn in a year?

I heard that only a small half of them are fresh junior and senior high school graduates, and the rest are veteran policemen who come for further training. They do half a year of literacy training and half a year of marching, and they have no criminal investigation skills at all, so they rely on their masters for guidance after they join the job.

Zhang Youde took out another pack of Taihangshan from the drawer. Seeing Chang Wei's eyes glowing, he quickly took out the remaining cigarette and put it back into the drawer. After hesitating for a while, he asked, "Did you think what you said yesterday?"

"Ah? Yes, it just popped into my mind."

"Yesterday afternoon, the Youth League called and asked, if anyone wants to talk to you, you should remember to mention your identity as a martyr's relative and a member of the League, and maintain your pioneering spirit."

Chang Wei realized it belatedly, and his scalp suddenly went numb. He leaned over to light a cigarette for Zhang Youde and asked, "Is there going to be any trouble?"

Zhang Youde took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled, thinking, "Probably not. You are young, and you are not involved in the factions and divisions among the leaders above. What you say is both red and professional, which should be a good thing."