I make a living solving crimes.

A week ago, Chen Mingji took over the management of the labor team from the police station. With the previous 20 people plus the more than 70 people that came later, he now has a team of nearly 100 people.

The timing is perfect!

It's the turn of summer and autumn, and it's been raining heavily these days.

Countless areas in the capital were filled with puddles, and the ditches were blocked and canals were blocked. Most of the alleys and lanes in the capital were filled with a foul smell and soaked in muddy water.

Can you imagine the scene of a dry toilet tank overflowing with water?

Can you imagine how you’d feel when you step into mud and urine on your way to work?

The best situation in the city is Gulou Street.

After a month of hard work, the canals and underground drains in the entire area have been cleared, and the old garbage in the alleys has been cleaned up. In the past few days, the street office has led the labor team to patrol everywhere and eliminate dangerous situations one by one.

Don’t mention the two-hour labor system for “community service” at this time!

Chen Mingji was determined: one day of work in the labor team is equivalent to half a month's work.

There will always be brave men when there is a big reward, and those prisoners are also working hard.

After the heavy rain, it is almost inevitable that the dilapidated old houses will leak, and some houses that have been in disrepair may even collapse.

So these days, the entire street office is so busy clearing drains, repairing toilets, eliminating dangerous situations, and rescuing the wounded that they don't even have time to fart.

Courtyard No. 95 is a large house with five courtyards. It was also the residence of a third-rank official in the past. The materials, craftsmanship, and maintenance are incomparable to those of the one- or two-courtyard houses outside, so it is ranked at the back of the inspection list.

Tonight, Director Chen and the old secretary are leading the team personally.

Because the mayor is coming tomorrow.

There was a rumbling sound and another flash of lightning appeared in the sky.

Amid the noise, Chang Wei stood under the eaves in front of the door, "Director Chen, come in and have a cup of tea?"

Chen Mingji walked over with a smile and stood outside the house without going in. He knew the situation of the Chang family and would never go in rashly.

This is how neighbors get along in that era. Anyone with a little dignity will not easily enter a widow's house, whether it is Chen Mingji, Zhang Youde, or even Yi Zhonghai, they only talk in front of the door if they have something to say.

As far as I can remember, after traveling through time, only He Yuzhu had rashly rushed in once.

Chen Mingji rubbed Chang Wei's hair, his eyes mixed with admiration. If one listened carefully, there might also be a hint of gratitude in them.

"Not going in. We're going to be busy late tonight."

"Have a cup of hot tea! You're soaked through!"

"It's okay. Serving the people is my job. Little Chang Wei! You have to do a good job!"

After saying this, he pulled down the brim of his raincoat and led the team in through the Chuihua Gate.

Chang Wei walked back into the house in confusion and shrugged at his family, "What a nice director, he personally led the patrol in such heavy rain."

Chang Da nodded: "Yes, he even allocated me a house twice."

The little girl huddled at Chang Wei's feet, stroking her head in thought, and suddenly jumped and shouted, "I remember this grandpa. Last time he gave money to my uncle, and we went to get some dumplings."

The whole family laughed.

Yang Min put down the needlework in her hand and looked at the rain outside the window. "Remember there are still a few pieces of brown sugar at home. I'll go make some ginger tea. You can send it over later so that everyone can have a sip."

This group of people naturally does not refer to the family members, nor the people in the courtyard, but the team of the street office. As for whether the labor team can drink...

Probably not!

If Chen Mingji hadn't come in person, Yang Min would definitely not have been willing to take out the little bit of brown sugar at home.

In the front yard, Chen Mingji came out of Yan Bugui's house and pointed at some debris piled up under the eaves. "This needs to be cleaned up as soon as possible. In autumn, these are the source of fires. Children can ignite them accidentally."

Yan Bugui smiled and nodded repeatedly: "Director Chen is right. There are many children in the yard. I will clean it up after the rain stops."

Chen Mingji said nothing more. He looked up and saw a middle-aged fat man coming in a hurry from the hallway. He said enthusiastically, "Director Chen, you came to inspect in person in such heavy rain. On behalf of No. 95 Courtyard, I would like to extend a warm welcome."

"Liu Haizhong, the second security guard in this courtyard." The neighborhood committee director introduced him quickly and turned to look over. "Liu Haizhong, where is Yi Zhonghai?"

Liu Haizhong had already walked over in the rain with a flattering smile on his face, "Old Yi has been feeling unwell these days, I will take care of the affairs of the hospital for the time being."

Chen Mingji and the neighborhood committee director nodded. Although the fat man was a little too enthusiastic, it was a good thing that the masses were active.

Yi Zhonghai has indeed been ill since he was caught gambling last week. He has been lying at home these days and didn't even have the energy to hit Chang Wei with the three sticks he promised.

Only He Yushui knew that Lao Deng was probably suffering from a mental illness. Occasionally, he could be heard muttering to an aunt in the house about things like "ungrateful bastard" and "can't be relied on".

As we were talking in the front yard, we suddenly heard a quarrel in the middle yard.

Chen Mingji frowned and led the team towards the central courtyard. Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui looked at each other, did not dare to stop, and hurried to follow.

In the west wing, Jia Zhang was blocking the door, crying and shouting. The young girl from the housing management department was so embarrassed and angry that her face turned red. She stamped her feet, not knowing what to do.

"Xiao Wang, what's going on?" Chen Mingji walked over, looked at Jia Zhang with annoyance, and asked his subordinates about the situation.

"Director, this family changed the layout of the house without permission. When we went in to check, we asked them to make the corrections within a month, but she started swearing..."

When it comes to swearing, the little girl feels aggrieved and wants to cry.

She had also heard people swearing in the street, and it was inevitable that there would be bumps and conflicts when living in a big house.

But she never knew that Chinese characters were so profound. She even had to think about the words after they were re-arranged before she could understand them.

It is really too dirty. Six out of ten sentences are heading towards the lower three directions, and the remaining four are heading towards the upper eight generations.

Jia Zhang was still cursing, calling him "raised by a maid", "raised by a bitch", "chicken" and "cunt".

Director Chen would never tolerate her, and he scolded the neighborhood committee director: "How do you do your job? A woman from the old times like her dared to openly insult state officials. You can imagine how arrogant she is in the yard."

The neighborhood committee director did not dare to argue. She only regretted that she could not thank the eight generations of Jia family's ancestors!

All the previous work was wasted because of this incident!

She pointed at the women she had brought with her and said, "Hurry up and drag them away. Take them back and lock them up first."

Yes, the neighborhood committee dares to arrest people now.

Jia Zhang was suddenly shocked. When she looked up, she saw shadowy figures in the yard, and suddenly hundreds of people surrounded her.

Just as she was about to throw a tantrum, Liu Haizhong strode over and said, "Jia Zhang, this is Director Chen from the Street Office. You used to bully people, but do you dare to act wildly in front of Director Chen?"

Chen Mingji glanced at the fat man silently without saying anything.

Several women came forward and dragged Jia Zhang up from the ground. Seeing that she was still trying to struggle, an old woman hit the valve core on her waist with her elbow. Jia Zhang was so painful that she couldn't speak. Several women took hands and dragged her away, quickly and efficiently.

Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu were trembling in the room, and Jia Banggeng even hid on the kang with his head wrapped in a pillowcase, not daring to make a sound.

"Are you her son?"

"Yes, yes, Director Chen, my mother is just a country girl. She doesn't have much knowledge. She shouldn't have offended you."

Jia Dongxu had no way of avoiding it, so he could only hold on and answer hesitantly.

"She didn't offend me. She openly insulted state officials and obstructed the work of the street office." Chen Mingji frowned and walked out of the door to take a look. "How did you build this room in the middle of your house?"

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No problem, I will add five chapters today. However, let's discuss whether I can add them after dinner. The text I wrote in a hurry needs to be reviewed and revised.

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