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Chapter 1474 Meet again

"Brother Yan, are you alright?"

As the crowd grew larger, Li Kuiyong noticed the commotion and forced his way through the crowd.

Wang Yan waved his hand without saying anything, because the county police had already arrived.

When the police arrived, there was no need for Wang Yan to waste words, because these two were repeat offenders and the police already remembered them. They were taken away on the spot, and Wang Yan was not asked to give a statement.

"Hey, that little thief has some nerve," Li Kuiyong exclaimed in amazement.

Wang Yan shook his head with amusement: "Don't even mention here, even in the capital, not all thieves know me. They'll still steal, won't they?"

Li Kuiyong chuckled: "Brother Yan, you know what, at least half of the Buddhist monks in Beijing know you. I heard that ever since that incident, they've been walking around your commute to and from get off work just to recognize you, so they don't get into trouble for stealing from you."

"Brother Yan is really impressive." Yu Ming chimed in, trying to be a good friend.

"Alright, let's go. Don't keep Brother Liu and the others waiting."

So the trio went to the place they had agreed upon, while Li Kuiyong talked about the ticket market situation in the area that he had inquired about from the ticket scalpers.

To be honest, Li Kuiyong was quite capable. He had found out the prices of all sorts of tickets perfectly and remembered them clearly. With so many different tickets and varying prices, it's not something an average person could easily recall and remember.

This suggests that Li Kuiyong has some talent in this area, perhaps in his memory, his sensitivity to numbers, or his keen perception of transactions.

Soon, they met up with Lao Liu and the others.

Wang Yan looked at the carrying poles they were carrying. Inside were daily necessities such as seasonings, some cloth, cotton, and a small amount of meat. These were pigs slaughtered in other communes or counties and were being sold in bulk.

Actually, Baidian Village also has two pigs, which are quite fat. According to Lao Liu, they are waiting to be slaughtered and eaten for meat during the Spring Festival. In addition, some will be sold to households in Baidian Brigade so that everyone can have some oil in their dishes and taste the flavor of meat.

"Brother Liu, let's go. I just saw a stall selling mutton soup and stew over there. The aroma was so enticing, it made my mouth water. Let's go and have some."

Old Liu grabbed Wang Yan's arm: "Wang Yan, let's just leave it at that. If you want to eat, go eat by yourself. Life isn't easy for anyone..."

Wang Yan didn't waste any time and grabbed Lao Liu, saying, "Don't worry, Brother Lao Liu, I know my own limitations. If I say I'll treat you to meat and drinks, that's enough. I'm not just putting on a show. Besides, I might end up staying in our brigade for life, and I'll be troubling you quite a bit."

"Oh, right, once Uncle Liu retires, you'll become the captain of our Baidian brigade, won't you? I'm just trying to befriend you in advance; you'll have to take care of us when you become an official."

"Aren't you swearing at people?" Old Liu laughed and hit Wang Yan, but still led the villagers to the stall over there.

Including Wang Yan and the other two, there were a total of eight people sitting at two tables. Wang Yan was very generous, giving each person a bowl of mutton soup, two large bowls of stew, two large flatbreads with a high proportion of white flour mixed with corn, and half a jin of baijiu (Chinese liquor) for each person.

"You..." Old Liu sat there, already feeling quite uncomfortable.

"It's alright, Brother Liu, it's only a few dollars, I can afford it." Wang Yan chuckled and took a sip of sorghum liquor. "I must say, this liquor is really good. It's smooth on the palate, goes down smoothly, and leaves a mellow grain flavor in the aftertaste. Not bad, not bad."

"This is Anping Commune's liquor. Their liquor is better than ours. I heard they even supply the county's winery." Old Liu was a legitimate insider; he'd heard too much to count and could say a few words about anything.

Wang Yan wasn't lying; the liquor was indeed good, brewed from pure grains, around 60 degrees, and quite robust. In fact, as long as it's pure grain liquor, it can't be too bad.

As they were talking, the mutton soup and stew were served. Wang Yan tasted them all and thought the quality was passable, about the high level of the second rank, but not quite the standard of the third rank.

Even so, Wang Yan was eating heartily, and he had to urge Lao Liu to start eating, not to hesitate, because Lao Liu was a little embarrassed to eat.

“Brother Liu, I have to criticize you. Now that you’ve started eating, why are you still being so formal? Eat more, and if you’re not full, just ask for more.”

Old Liu waved his hands repeatedly: "Oh, this is enough. I dare not ask for more. If I go back, my father will scold me."

"What did you say?" Yu Ming didn't understand.

"I'm just taking advantage of you educated youth comrades," Old Liu said with a simple, honest smile.

"Hey, Brother Liu, you're overthinking it. Come on, have a sip, this liquor is really strong." Li Kuiyong wiped the grease off his mouth with his hands and drank with Lao Liu from the big jar.

While Wang Yan and his group were eating meat and drinking in the open-air shed, a group of people sauntered in, glanced around, and then fixed their gaze on Wang Yan and his group.

"Brother Yan! Kuiyong!"

Hearing the shout, Wang Yan and Li Kuiyong both looked up and saw Zhong Yuemin, who was wearing a hat askew and was covered in dirt, along with Zheng Tong and several other strangers looking in their direction.

"Hey, Yuemin! Zheng Tong! You're here too?" Li Kuiyong stood up happily.

"Yeah, hahaha..."

Zhong Yuemin rushed over and hugged Li Kuiyong tightly. They patted each other's backs vigorously, kicking up dirt from their clothes. Wang Yan couldn't bear to watch and carefully spun around to protect the bowl from getting sand in.

“I’ve been assigned to Shichuan Village in Tucheng Commune. Which commune have you been assigned to?” Zhong Yuemin asked.

“Bai Dian Village, Hechuan Commune.” Li Kuiyong exclaimed, “Wait a minute, I haven’t seen you anywhere along the way.”

“I’m from Qing County next door, not the same county as you. But our commune is closer to the county seat here, so we come here more often.”

Seeing Li Kuiyong looking at him, Old Liu put down his wine glass, nodded and said, "That's right, this comrade is right. But there's something you don't know. Shichuan Village is not far from our back mountain, only a few dozen meters away. There's a deep ditch over there that you can't cross. If you want to walk across, you have to walk more than thirty miles."

"Oh, what a coincidence!" Wang Yan said with a smile, nodding to Zhong Yuemin. "Please sit down, this meal is on me."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony, Brother Yan." Zhong Yuemin grinned and turned to introduce him to the people next to him, "See this? This is Brother Yan, whom I always tell you about. He's so generous."

Wang Yan nodded to the educated youth as a greeting. Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong then moved their stools and squeezed over, while Brother Liu went to the table with the villagers.

Wang Yan continued to be generous, adding another large bowl of stew for Lao Liu and the others. Of course, the same was true for him and the other educated youth who had come with Zhong Yuemin.

"Kuiyong, I really envy you. Following Brother Yan, this is what life is all about." Zhong Yuemin sipped his mutton soup with relish, munching on vegetables without any restraint.

“Really, Brother Yan,” Zheng Tong chimed in. “It’s been a terrible journey. This place is all dirt and sand, it’s hopeless. We have to walk five miles to get water.” “Be grateful, buddy,” Li Kuiyong scoffed. “And we have to carry two buckets back today.”

“Then you guys are definitely in a worse situation.” Zheng Tong nodded seriously, then said, “But it’s about the same for us to get to the county town. It’s almost a hundred miles round trip, it’s really exhausting.”

"Alright, enough complaining, it'll break your gut. Stop talking about this, it won't save you a mile of walking or anything," Zhong Yuemin said. "Since it's already like this, we just have to adapt."

Wang Yan said with a smile, "You've come to your senses."

"It's just that I've known you for so long, so I've kept up with the times," Zhong Yuemin chuckled. "But I really didn't expect that we'd be living so close, and that we'd reunited after only two days. Hey, Kuiyong, we have seven men and three women on our side, it's like there are too many wolves and not enough meat. How's it going on your side?"

Li Kuiyong laughed: "Brother Yan, you know what, there might actually be something to it."

"What do you mean?"

"We had seven girls and three boys, so if each of us had two, we'd still have one left over."

“Oh my, we’d better share what we have, my good brother,” Zhong Yuemin said. “This place is really agonizing. I spent the whole day yesterday walking around the village, but there was really nothing to see. Tomorrow I’m planning to take stock of our brigade’s resources and see what we have. Just imagine how boring it is. I reckon it won’t be long before I’m squatting on the ground watching ants.”

Zheng Tong snorted, "Ants don't leave their holes in winter."

"Hey, are you trying to pick a fight with me?" Zhong Yuemin slapped Zheng Tong.

So Zheng Tong stopped talking and obediently ate his food in large bites. When Wang Yan and the others drank, he drank too; when Wang Yan and the others smoked, he smoked too…

After a good meal and drinks, it was time to say goodbye.

"Brother Yan, let's chat and shout on the mountain later." Zhong Yuemin said cheerfully, then walked away in a daze.

Sixty-plus proof liquor isn't something to be taken lightly; you're already dizzy before you even finish it. Zhong Yuemin is alright, but Zheng Tong has a much lower alcohol tolerance. Already possessing a bit of a scholarly air, he's already starting to become cynical.

Clearly, Zheng Tong's scholarly spirit was not the same as his unrestrained and ambitious nature...

Brother Liu and the others are all pillars of society in their thirties, with a good capacity for alcohol, but their already loud voices became even louder.

"Wang Yan, you really went all out today."

"Brother Liu, you're too kind. We're all family." Wang Yan said with a smile, still fiddling with his camera and snapping away. He had already shot three rolls of film: one black and white and two color rolls, and the one he was shooting in color was also color.

As he was walking, he stopped in front of a large iron shop.

There was a man in his forties, wearing a sheepskin coat, tending the stove. On the stove was a small pot containing tea leaves, red dates, and other ingredients; the water was already bubbling. He poured the water from the pot into a small cup beside him, ate a bite of a hard cornbread, and drank a sip of the hot pot tea—delicious!

Wang Yan snapped a picture, then went over to chat for a moment, getting himself a small earthenware jar and a covered bowl. Wang Yan examined it closely, turning it over and over; it was a blue-and-white covered bowl from the Kangxi period. Wang Yan bought one…

He insisted on giving it to them; otherwise, they would have only wanted the photos he had taken earlier. Developing and enlarging didn't cost a penny. This was an era brimming with wealth.

However, Wang Yan had done this before, and now he has little interest in collecting antiques...

Afterwards, Wang Yan bought some tea, dried dates, longan, rock sugar, and even a small stove. He was incredibly extravagant, leaving Lao Liu and the others speechless. He was such a spendthrift!

After drinking, my head was spinning, and I walked with a gust of wind, taking big strides forward.

However, Wang Yan and his group had only gone a short distance out of the county town when they were surrounded by a group of more than ten people, all of whom were carrying knives of varying lengths, which looked quite frightening.

"Who are you people?" Old Liu glared, took down the basket he was carrying, and held the carrying pole in both hands, looking ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

Just as the leader on the other side was about to start showing off, Wang Yan chuckled, took the camera off his neck, put it in Yu Ming's hand, and strolled forward.

"Brother Liu, no need to ask. There were two thieves who tried to steal from me earlier, and I beat them up and handed them over to the police. They're obviously in cahoots, and they've come to get revenge on me. Don't worry, Brother Liu, these petty thieves don't dare to touch you. They're just taking advantage of us outsiders who don't know the place."

"You know that, but you still don't..." Before the leader could finish his threatening words, Wang Yan slapped him away, and then proceeded to beat up the others.

"He didn't even bother to ask around..."

Li Kuiyong rushed forward and kicked the man to the ground, wanting to show off, but then he realized that they were already in northern Shaanxi, and there was no point in asking around anymore. He couldn't help but feel a little disheartened and bored, so he beat the man even harder.

After Li Kuiyong had struggled for a while and fell to the ground with the second thief, he took the opportunity to straddle the thief and attack from both sides. However, Wang Yan had already finished the fight and broken the arms of all of them.

These people are destined to be disabled for life.

Even people like Li Yuanchao in Beijing are not fully recovered. Medical conditions haven't advanced to that level yet, and Wang Yan deliberately inflicted comminuted fractures, leaving a bunch of people crippled.

When technology improved in the 1980s and 90s, or when they were able to go abroad, treating old injuries became even more difficult, and it was hard to get them properly treated.

"It's nothing, just a minor issue." Wang Yan smiled kindly at Lao Liu and the others. He had finished the fight just as they were about to attack, or rather, were mentally preparing themselves…

Ignoring the bewildered crowd, Wang Yan walked over and patted Li Kuiyong on the shoulder. "Dayong, that's enough. Stop torturing him. Give him a quick death. Break his arm."

"Got it."

Li Kuiyong grinned. He couldn't do what Wang Yan did so easily, breaking people's bones so casually. He twisted the arm, using a reverse joint technique, and gritted his teeth as he broke the thief's arm.

The recovery effect after this is better; it can be reattached. Wang Yan was much more cruel; he broke these people's forearms...

"Come on, take out all the money and tickets you have."

……

Seeing Wang Yan 'robbing' him, Lao Liu and the others were dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.

Is this what they call an educated youth?

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