Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Jiang Jinsong said seriously: "It is the responsibility of us cadres to think about what the people think and to be concerned about what the people are concerned about. Especially for working people like you, we should pay more attention and care to you."

This was a very high-sounding statement, and there was nothing wrong with it. The aunt was so happy to hear it, but after such a thorough discussion, the aunt did not even ask to stand up and give the stool to him. He kept squatting and did not even ask to buy her a popsicle.

Jiang Jinsong pretended to be casual and asked, "Auntie, is this train station always so crowded? I saw many people walking around in the waiting room, and they didn't look like passengers."

As soon as he asked this question, the aunt immediately became alert. She looked around, like a spy meeting someone.

The old lady lowered her voice and said, "Leader, let me tell you, this is a big deal. Something terrible has happened. These people in the waiting room are not just passengers waiting for the train.

They are plainclothes officers from the Public Security Bureau, and they say they are trying to arrest a murderer..."

She took a piece of paper and handed it to Jiang Jinsong. Jiang Jinsong unfolded it and saw his photo on it. It was a wanted warrant issued in the name of the ministry.

Jiang Jinsong asked, "What happened to this person? Why is there a wanted notice?"

The old lady came close to Jiang Jinsong, and the smell of green onions in her mouth almost made Jiang Jinsong cry. Jiang Jinsong forced himself not to run away because he needed to know the movements of the police.

"I heard this murderer is incredibly powerful, specializing in high-ranking officials. He goes from house to house, even sparing the nanny. Hundreds of plainclothes officers showed up today, and there are officers in every corner of the train station. Wow, I've lived for over fifty years, and this is the first time I've seen such a large-scale operation."

Jiang Jinsong thought to himself, I haven’t seen it either.

"I heard that dozens of people were arrested this morning. Even those thieves don't dare to come here anymore."

Jiang Jinsong was confused. What should he do? Now he didn't dare to go back to the city to find a place to live. He was not a resourceful person, otherwise he would not do such a stupid thing as letting his wife sleep with someone else.

It's all his own fault that he has ended up like this.

Jiang Jinsong said subconsciously: "The police have put on such a big show, so this person can't escape."

The old lady curled her lips and said: "Well, only a fool would crash into a place like this. If I were the murderer, I would just ride my bicycle outside. There are so many roads in this capital, they can't all be blocked, right?

That would require everyone in the capital to come out and help."

Jiang Jinsong's eyes lit up. That's right. If he rode his bike towards Hebei, the police wouldn't be lying in wait in the village, right? As long as he left Beijing and got on the train, he should be fine, right?

However, Jiang Jinsong realized that just having kung fu skills for self-defense was not enough, and he still had to find an opportunity to get an iron weapon, long or short.

Thinking of this, he stood up and said to the aunt in a serious tone: "Auntie, I have understood your situation. Don't worry, I will definitely apply to my superiors and send you a parasol as soon as possible."

The old lady nodded excitedly. Unfortunately, she waited for eight years, until she retired, but she didn't even get an umbrella. She was so angry that she was still cursing the leaders on her death day for not doing their job and fooling an old lady like her...

Jiang Jinsong followed the aunt's advice, got on his bicycle, and headed straight for Hebei...

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Dabao picked out a bowl of noodles with soybean paste for Wang Guohua, who ate it in big mouthfuls, talking as he ate.

"This sauce is fried really well, Dabao, you can open a noodle shop with this beef sauce mixed with noodles."

Dabao peeled a clove of garlic and handed it to him: "If you eat noodles without garlic, the flavor will be half gone."

Wang Guohua devoured two large bowls of noodles and a head of garlic without raising his head or opening his eyes. He burped comfortably, and the smell of garlic made his scalp numb.

Dabao had already hidden away. He squatted under a big tree and ate noodles slowly.

"Dabao, do you think we can catch Jiang Jinsong?"

Dabao ate a clove of garlic and said, "It's difficult. Our large-scale manhunt is actually to drive Jiang Jinsong out. As for where to drive him, I think he should be trying to escape."

"Drive him out? If we drive him out, we'll never be able to catch him again. What should we do?"

Dabao continued to eat noodles, his mind kept recalling the scenes of learning the art with Jiang Jinsong, and recalling every word Jiang Jinsong had said.

Suddenly he stood up and shouted, "Xie Ming, Xie Ming!"

Xie Ming ran out of the conference room, holding a bowl: "Director, what's going on?"

"After you finish your meal, go to Jiang Jinsong's parents' home and ask Jiang Jinsong's father if he has a sworn brother who works in Yanjigang. I want detailed information about this person."

"Yes!" Xie Ming put down the bowl, took Daya and Zheng Heping and ran out.

Wang Guohua also stood up: "You mean Jiang Jinsong will run to Yanjigang?"

Dabao nodded and said, "Jiang Jinsong's hometown is Akdun in Northeast China. After September 9, Jiang Jinsong's father fled from Akdun with his family and came to Beijing.

I once heard Jiang Jinsong say that his father had a sworn brother who lived in Yanjigang, very close to Changbai Mountain. He also said that he had married a wife and was taking her to Changbai Mountain for fun.

Jiang Jinsong was born and raised in the capital, and the farthest place he had ever been was Baozhou Prefecture in Hebei. How could you let a man like him run around like a headless fly? Is that even possible? He would have to go somewhere where he could find refuge with others.

Wang Guohua pondered for a moment, his brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

Dabao was a little confused: "Uncle Wang, what's wrong?"

Wang Guohua shook his head: "If Jiang Jinsong really escaped to Yanjigang, the situation would be complicated. It is a multi-ethnic area with tough people, especially since they had just experienced the war on the Korean Peninsula. It was the main area bombed by the Japanese invaders.

Almost every family has lost someone, so the people there are extremely xenophobic, and the government's management there is very weak, even ineffective..."

Wang Guohua had one more thing to say. In those days outside the Great Wall, who were the most numerous? The most numerous were the bearded men, especially in the mountainous areas. Almost everyone could carry a gun and fight.

Back then, General Lin led 140,000 people out of the border, and within three years, he had a million soldiers. This million-man army was extremely powerful and victorious in every battle. Where did these people come from? Most of them were these half-bandit, half-civilian bearded men.

Even those who stayed behind, whether male or female, were not afraid of life or death.

At this time, Jiang Jinsong successfully boarded a truck carrying goods for five yuan, and the truck's destination was Baozhou Prefecture.

This means Jiang Jinsong is about to escape the encirclement of the large-scale manhunt...

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In the afternoon, Xie Ming came back with Daya and Dabao, and gave Dabao the detailed record of what Jiang Jinsong's father had said.

Dabao's face changed after just one look, and Wang Guohua quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

Dabao handed the records to Wang Guohua: "This is troublesome. Jiang Jinsong's father's sworn brother is actually a shaman wizard. He has great influence in the local area..."