Lawyer

Chapter 829

With a cigarette in his mouth, Wang Deyou freed his hands and began to applaud: "That's right, if you can become famous, you really have two brushes. You can't accept it."

"Stop talking nonsense, how did the court of second instance decide?" Fang Yi scolded with a smile.

"The court of second instance revoked the judgment of the court of first instance, and sentenced the defendant to the crime of intentional injury and sentenced to 12 years in prison." Wang Deyou said.

The Intermediate People's Court held that the prosecution's accusation of the defendant Guan Xianghong in the original trial for beating the victim Guan Yan and causing Guan Yan's death was clear.According to the provisions of Articles 234 and 2 of the Criminal Law, the crimes of intentional injury and torture are different, and there is no concurrent legal relationship between the two crimes. The court of first instance determined that Guan Xianghong's crime of torture is improper application of law.

Guan Xianghong used violence to intentionally injure the victim's body and caused his death. His behavior has constituted the crime of intentional injury.To sum up, the original judgment was wrong, and the first ground of protest put forward by the protesting organ is established and supported.

The defendant in the original trial, Guan Xianghong, whose harmful behavior has caused the death of the victim, should be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of more than ten years, life imprisonment or death according to the provisions of Article 234 of the Criminal Law.The seven-year sentence imposed on Guan Xianghong in the original judgment was improper and should be changed.The second ground of protest put forward by the protest organ is established and supported.

In accordance with Article 189(234) of the Criminal Procedure Law and Article [-]([-]) of the Criminal Law, the judgment is as follows:
[-]. Revoke the criminal judgment of the county people's court.

12. Guan Xianghong, the defendant in the original trial, committed the crime of intentional injury and was sentenced to [-] years in prison.

"12 years! A life, and it's my own daughter!" Wang Deyou said with a complicated expression.

"Things in the world are like this, the world is unpredictable! Tomorrow will always be full of unknowns." Fang Yi sighed.

Seeing Wang Deyou's serious expression, Fang Yi changed the subject: "Okay, don't think so much, you are not Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, you can't save all sentient beings. How is the study of the second son of the family?"

"Fortunately, seeing her sister is like seeing a cat like a mouse. Before eating, prepare the bowls and chopsticks for her sister. If there is anything delicious, go to her sister first. She is better to her sister than to me." Wang Deyou said.

"This shows that the relationship between siblings is harmonious." Fang Yi said with a smile.

"Hormonious head, his sister is using him as an excuse, and if something goes wrong, tutoring homework at night is the execution ground, which is a tragedy.

However, our couple and our daughter have three chapters in agreement. Not only do we have to pay tutoring fees, but we can't interfere with other tutoring courses. "Wang Deyou looked happy and helpless. He didn't know whether it was because his son had improved his studies, or because his daughter had succeeded so many times and his son was being honest. Anyway, he just took pleasure in other's misfortunes.

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The leaves on the tree are yellow, and the autumn wind blows, and the leaves dance with the autumn wind, like butterflies.

On weekends, in the village, on the mountain.

Fang Yi was wearing a camouflage uniform, carrying a basket made of wattle on his back, and holding a long stick in his hand, while beating the wormwood, he walked along the mountain road.Behind him, his son Fang Anzhi and his father Fang Youcai followed.

"Our land... isn't it all deserted!" Fang Yi wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at the small terraced fields in the ravine.

"Nobody grows good land these days, let alone this kind of mountainous land. The ditch in front is our land. There are plenty of persimmons. You can pick them." Fang Youcai walked over unhurriedly, Panting heavily, he pointed to the valley in the distance and said.

"That's right, the large flat land can be cultivated by mechanization. The land in our village is not big in the east and west, so we can only rely on manual work." Fang Yi followed the direction of his father's finger and looked around. Persimmon trees were not tall or big. There are ravines from bottom to top, and red lantern persimmons are hung on them, which looks very festive.

"Ten years ago, the village called on everyone to plant fruit trees, and the variety was specially introduced from Jin Province. Although the persimmons are not big, they are good materials for making persimmons. It's just that people in the village have been running out these years, and no one is willing to work hard. It’s worthless to make persimmons anymore, and it’s quite laborious to pick them up and transport them home, so they just rot in the field.” Fang Youcai sat on a big rock on the ground and smoked dry tobacco.

"Okay, you can sit here and rest. I'll go pick some in the field, and we'll go back later. Xiao Zhi, give me the bamboo pole for picking persimmons." Fang Yi reached out and took the nearly three-meter-long persimmon handed over by his son. bamboo.

Picking persimmons is called "picking" because the top of the bamboo pole used has an opening in the shape of a duck's beak, and the back of the duck's beak is tied tightly with wire to prevent the bamboo pole from splitting.

When picking persimmons, you need to clamp the thinner branch behind the persimmon with the duck mouth of the bamboo pole, and then twist it hard, the branch breaks, and the persimmon with the branch hangs on the duck mouth of the bamboo pole, and then comes down.

There are also cloth pockets on the top, and the persimmons are picked and dropped into the cloth pockets, but generally in the north, especially in the Beijing and Hebei areas, duck-billed bamboo or wooden poles are used (a duck-billed hook is made with a wire on the top, which has the same function as a duck-billed).

Fang Yi waded through the waist-high wormwood, and tapped the surrounding wormwood with the bamboo pole in his hand, so as not to be startled by snakes and insects.Fang Anzhi followed his father to the persimmon tree, and the father and son began picking persimmons.

Fang Yi can't remember the last time he came here to plant peanuts and cotton in the mountains, but it must have been before he went to college, as if his mother was still alive at that time.Now that I think about it, decades have passed, and I can't help but think of my childhood life. Although it was hard and lacked clothes and clothes, my family was happy, at least I was happy.

With a flick of a finger, time passed like this, everything seemed to have happened not long ago, and I was already in my 40s!

Fang Yi was exhausted after picking more than half of the basket of persimmons, not because of the weight of the poles, but because he kept his head up, which was too uncomfortable.For a person who has been sitting at a desk for a long time, this should be regarded as heavy physical labor. After all, his physical fitness is not enough.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go up the mountain, but difficult to go down. Fang Yi carried five or sixty catties of tomatoes and walked down the mountain road. His feet slipped from time to time, and he was so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat.

The mountain road is not the kind of paved step road in the park. Sometimes there are gravels under the feet, and sometimes grass. The road surface is irregular. Some places have been washed by rain, and the slippery feet are all gravel.

After finally getting on the concrete road in the village, Fang Yi's beating heart finally settled down.

Fang Youcai saw his son sweating profusely and struggling to carry the basket, and nagged, "You're in poor health. Back then, the production team counted work points, and our carrying baskets were bigger than yours, and we carried dung up the mountain every day. , a basket of two to three hundred catties, this mountain road has to be walked at least twice a day, with your physique..."

(End of this chapter)