Song Tan's Notes

Officer Xiao Yang: ...

I'm serious with you, you're playing a joke on me?!

He was a little angry: "I asked about the casualties! Didn't they say there were several seriously injured here?!"

The director called in person. We received five or six calls early in the morning. Everyone was busy! Didn't you see their two cars when everyone was on high alert?
Chen Yuan was also puzzled. He was the one who called the police, so there was no way he hadn't explained it clearly. He emphasized again: "It's just the two of them!"

"They stole something, and now they probably have lumbar muscle strain. Don't take lumbar muscle strain lightly!"

He might not be able to stand up right now, and it would be difficult for him to sit down and be questioned when he is taken into custody later.

Besides, what casualties do these two little thieves expect? They know what's going on, okay?

Officer Xiao Yang felt something was wrong: "Didn't you say that two escaped criminals came? You fought with them in the mountains all night, and there were heavy casualties..."

Chen Yuan:......

Policemen:...

Song Sancheng also heard it. It is illegal to make a false report to the police!
At this moment, I felt like shouting in the crowd: "Who? Who called the police?!"

In the crowd, Liu Liu slowly raised her hand: "I...I saw people saying this in the group chat, and I was scared, so I wanted to urge the police to come quickly..."

Her child is looked after by her mother-in-law, Aunt Lianhua, every day!
A little kid, a paralyzed old lady. How terrible it is to have bandits come into the village, they can't even run away!

Someone else raised his hand. It was Gao Xinzhi from the Finance Department: "Salaries will be paid on the 3rd. We have money in the account now..."

There's even a lot of cash!
She was an unarmed accountant, and she felt uneasy if she didn't catch the gangster quickly, as the security guards had to fight for a whole night to catch him.

Then it was Aunt Zhang Hong from the village. She was also embarrassed: "I think the Song family has helped us so much. Now that they are in trouble, I can't do anything else. I can always urge the police..."

Who knew they were two thieves?

If this happened in the past, if a thief was caught, they would beat him to death, and then tie him to their own millstone and make him grind the mill every day!

It's not like now, where you can't even hit him once...

After further questioning, it was found that two other villagers who were not at the scene also called the police, with reasons similar to those of Aunt Zhang Hong.

Everyone:...

Policemen:...

A single mother who lives in a dormitory with no one to rely on.

A completely stupid college graduate.

A rural woman with a junior high school education.

There is also an old lady in the village who once bought cotton-padded jackets, cotton-padded trousers, rice, flour and oil from the Song family, and a villager who made a lot of money from selling vegetables this year...

Officer Xiao Yang put away his stance, took a deep breath, and walked aside to report the situation to his chief.

The rest of the group called the people who called the police and said a few simple words to them -

If they continue to believe rumors like this, it will be difficult for them to carry out their work.

After all the trouble, the resentment that had been aroused in the morning had almost dissipated. Song Sancheng looked at the steamed buns in the stainless steel basin and quickly pushed them forward:
"Come on, come on, eat a steamed bun first."

This thing really does not violate any rules. Many people just pulled it out of their beds. Naturally, they were hungry at this time, so they just reached out and took one.

The flower rolls were almost cold, and they were only slightly warm to the touch. But the dough was fluffy and soft, and the grains of the flower rolls had a slightly burnt color from being fried in oil. The aroma made people salivate as soon as they got close to it, and then they took another bite -

Well, even the huge resentment is gone!
Even a police officer commented:
"Why steal the mugwort? If you have the time, you might as well steal this pot of steamed buns. Maybe you can earn more."

Really, no wonder the Song family can make so much money! They really deserve it.

Even the police officer who went to check the truck came back, laughing and recording:
"Boss Song, aren't you recruiting workers from around the world? Why didn't you hire such a talented worker? Just looking at the surveillance footage, the two men cut from midnight to early morning without stopping!"

That’s so exciting!

"Who says it isn't?"

Song Tan also sighed: What a lost pearl. They came here to work seriously, and they have the strength to do so. Whether it's cutting wheat, rice or rush, they can always earn 300 yuan a day.

But then I thought again, we have the machine this year.

So I felt embarrassed again:
“Maybe there won’t be many job opportunities this year…”

But this year everyone has their own career, and not many people come to work for her family!
And the computer—

That display screen.

Xiao Yang walked up to the two thieves and sighed, "Look at you, you committed a burglary just for these 700 yuan, what did you want?"

Li Liu really lost his mind for a moment, and the driver regretted it too late!

His stomach even growled with hunger.

After all, they had done heavy physical work all night, and now everyone was still eating. Although the steamed bun in the policeman's hand was cold, the fragrance seemed to have a hook, which made his heart and intestines move.

At this moment, I couldn't help but complain to Li Liu:

"What the hell are you stepping on! I should have gone and stolen some flower rolls."

But on the other side, Song Tan had already asked someone to quickly bring a scale over.

"Officer Yang, you can't just keep piling up the wormwood after you cut it. Once the temperature gets high, it will get suffocated inside."

"If there's nothing else, I'll have someone weigh it and calculate the loss, then take it away and donate it to the village clinic."

She smiled innocently after she finished speaking: "The mugwort is reserved for the Dragon Boat Festival, so cutting it in advance won't be enough to fill the gap."

"It just so happens that there is heavy dew during this period, and many people working, including our tea pickers on the mountain, are prone to eczema. Using this mugwort boiled water to wipe them can also help them feel better."

How noble and upright this is!

The event was handled so openly and generously that everyone applauded.

The police officers looked at the messy pile of mugwort again and thought they couldn't just take it back to the station, right?

He waved his hand. "Weigh it. We'll write it down when we're done."

Another police officer asked: "How do you determine the damage?"

He was a little curious: "I heard that your things are very expensive. How much can this mugwort sell for?"

Mugwort didn't plan to sell it directly, the price...

Song Tan simply called Boss Chang and asked, "If I want to sell this mugwort, how much should I charge for it if it's fresh?"

Mugwort for Dragon Boat Festival?!

If members were given something like mugwort dumplings, they would love this card!

Boss Chang was refreshed and replied loudly:

"Sell it to me! Sell it to me! 40 a pound, I'll take it all!"

Song Tan thanked him politely: "Then I understand, thank you, I won't sell it for the time being."

She hung up the phone, but Boss Chang was on the other end, jumping up and down anxiously: "Why are you asking for a price if you're not selling it? Has anyone seen it? Why don't you sell it to me?"

On this side, the two policemen also had blank expressions.

Just this mugwort, 41 kilograms, and people are still eager to eat it? !

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the two ignorant thieves -

Isn't this really a trap?

The economic value of this mugwort has directly increased from two or three thousand to ten or twenty thousand! (End of this chapter)