As a local policeman, is it appropriate for you to take over the job of a criminal policeman?

Zhao Haiquan never thought that Zhao Dashan would dare to hit him. He touched the corner of his mouth and found it was bleeding.

"You dare to hit me? You're looking for death." Zhao Haiquan roared and got up from the ground.

"Da Hu, Er Hu, come out quickly! Your father has been beaten!" he shouted.

Suddenly, two strong men rushed out of the house. They were his two sons. They were tall and strong, invincible in the village, and they were also his right-hand men in becoming the village chief.

"You dare to hit my dad, you're looking for death!"

The two brothers came up and beat Zhao Dashan without saying a word.

Poor Zhao Dashan only had a little strength, so he was no match for the two brothers Dahu and Erhu. He was beaten black and blue in an instant, his face covered in blood, and he lay on the ground like a dead dog.

Zhao Haiquan came over and kicked him hard twice, saying, "Tie him up, call the police, and ask Director Li to come."

Director Li is his relative, and the two have a close relationship. Whenever there are problems in the village that cannot be handled, he will ask Director Li to bring the police to support the situation. Now, basically no one in the village dares to resist him.

Soon, Director Li brought his men over.

"Catch him and put him in jail. He dared to hit me. He must serve at least five years in prison." Zhao Haiquan said hatefully.

Director Li looked at Zhao Dashan who was lying motionless on the ground. His eyes rolled, and he pulled Zhao Haiquan over and whispered a few words to him. The more he talked, the more excited Zhao Haiquan became, and he gave him a thumbs up.

After the two men finished discussing, Director Li signaled Dahu and Erhu to help Zhao Dashan up, and said seriously: "Dashan, beating people is against the law. Logically, you should go to jail."

"Do you know about going to jail?" asked Director Li.

"Yeah." Zhao Dashan responded in a low voice. He felt a little regretful now. He seemed to be a little too impulsive.

"You see, I just pleaded with your village chief. I know it's not easy for you, so I am going to mediate for you. As long as the village chief agrees, you don't have to go to jail. Do you understand?" Director Li said.

"Understand."

"Okay, I just discussed this with the village chief. You beat someone up, so you still have to pay some money. You know this."

“I know.” Zhao Dashan understood that if you beat someone up you have to pay compensation, as if this has been the truth since ancient times.

"Then, if you pay 3 yuan, the matter will be over and you won't have to go to jail, okay?" Director Li said generously.

"How much? 3? I just punched him and he wants 3?" Zhao Dashan shouted.

"Why are you shouting? You can earn money again. If you go to jail, you will never get your wife back." Director Li said sternly.

"Think about it, do you think this is an ordinary adult? This is at least a minor injury, and the sentence should be 5 years, understand? Now as long as you pay 3 yuan, you don't have to go to jail, are you still not satisfied?"

Director Li began to deceive him. In fact, according to Zhao Haiquan's injuries, they were at most minor injuries. It was hard to say whether they were serious enough to be brought to a criminal case, let alone five years in prison.

Zhao Dashan fell silent after hearing this. He was a little confused. It seemed that Director Li was helping him, but also seemed to be harming him.

"Da Hu, Er Hu, go to his house and find the 3 yuan. Pay it as compensation and everything will be fine." When Director Li saw that Zhao Dashan stopped talking, he immediately ordered Da Hu and Er Hu to get the money.

Before he came, he heard that Zhao Dashan earned 3 yuan from his job, so he quoted the amount of 3 yuan.

"No, Director Li, this 3 yuan is for me to marry a wife." Zhao Dashan was anxious and hurried to pull Director Li.

Director Li's face changed, and he kicked Zhao Dashan to the ground. He took out a police pistol from his waist, pointed it at Zhao Dashan and shouted, "You still want to attack the police, right? Do you know that I can shoot you right now?"

With the black muzzle of a gun pointed at him, Zhao Dashan was stunned and dared not move.

"Go get the money! You coward."

Director Li looked at Zhao Dashan with disdain and took him back to get the money.

Soon, the 3 yuan that Zhao Dashan had worked hard for a year was found by several people.

Zhao Haiquan took the money in his hand and said hypocritically, "Forget it this time."

Then he left with Director Li, leaving Zhao Dashan sitting alone in the room.

No more, nothing left.

I only got 6 yuan out of the 3 yuan I earned from working, and now all 3 yuan is gone.

Oh, and the homestead is gone too.

What's going on here?

What did you do wrong?

Zhao Dashan couldn't figure it out and sat at home in silence for two hours.

The sky gradually darkened and lights were turned on in every household. As the New Year was approaching, many migrant workers had returned home. Wine and meat were set out at home and the family began to happily eat dinner.

Zhao Dashan sighed, walked into the kitchen silently, and looked around to see what else was in the house. Life had to go on.

The rice in the rice jar had gone moldy and the noodles had expired, but there was still a pack of instant noodles. Zhao Dashan didn't mind and just boiled some water to make some.

There was also a bottle of wine on the dining table, which he left behind before going out to work.

Perhaps because he had been hungry for too long, Zhao Dashan finished the instant noodles in just two or three mouthfuls, but he was still hungry, so he could only drink some wine.

This is the town's locally brewed, 52-proof liquor. In the past, he could drink half a catty, but today he only drank two taels and he felt dizzy.

The blood in his body seemed to be burning, making him want to move and speak.

This feeling is so good. In this depressing society, only alcohol can numb myself.

Zhao Dashan took another big gulp.

My eyes began to become bloodshot and glow, and my whole body seemed to have endless energy and feel comfortable.

Alcohol makes cowards brave. After a few sips of liquor, Zhao Dashan became excited, especially when he thought about what happened at the village chief's house during the day, which made him even more frightened.

"You've taken my homestead and my money, and left me with no way to live. Then you can't live either."

He staggered to the backyard, where he remembered there was an axe that he used to chop wood.

Sure enough, in the corner of the backyard, the hatchet was lying on the ground, but it was covered with rust.

Zhao Dashan didn't care whether the axe was sharp or not. He laughed drunkenly twice, picked up the axe and walked out, heading straight for the village chief's house.

Zhao Haiquan was in a good mood today. He taught Zhao Dashan a lesson during the day and got 3 yuan. He and Director Li divided the money % and each got yuan.

In order to thank Director Li, he specially set up a table at home tonight and invited Director Li to dinner. He also asked the two brothers Dahu and Erhu to drink with them. After three rounds of drinks, all four of them were drunk.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open and a swaying figure rushed in.

Zhao Haiquan took a drunken look and found it was Zhao Dashan.