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Chapter 743 Chapter 742 Arrest
In ancient times, swings were almost exclusively used by wealthy and aristocratic women and were rarely used by ordinary people.

There are descriptions of swinging in many Tang and Song poems.

Li Qingzhao wrote in a poem: After playing on the swing, I stood up and slender hands lazily. The dew was thick and the flowers were thin, and the thin clothes were soaked with sweat.

Although nearly a thousand years have passed since then, these words give people a sense of tranquility and elegance.

As to whether Li Qingzhao had such a feeling, we don’t know. After all, the “graceful and elegant school” was a classification given to her by later generations, not a title she gave herself.

There was no one on the swing in the children's playground. Fengzhi didn't try to be polite but went up and took one herself. Because her legs were short, she asked Tang Zhitong to give her a push.

"You two can go up and play too." Tang Zhitong pushed Fengzhi's back and forth a few times to start the swing, and then he didn't care about anything else at the back. As long as the people on top adjusted their postures appropriately at the highest points at both ends, the swing would not only be able to swing for a long time, but also swing higher and higher.

"Fengzhen, go ahead. I'll leave it alone." Classmate Xiao Wang patted his sister-in-law, motioning her to go up and play for a while.

Although swings have become popular among the public, not everyone has the conditions to play on them. On the one hand, there are few swings in public places, and on the other hand, the residents' yards are small or there are no two large trees close to each other.

"Now that you're here, why not play for a while? I'll push the kite for you." Tang Zhitong put the broken kite under his feet and reserved a spot for Xiao Wang.

He saw it just now. When Xiao Wang saw the swing, there was still a hint of longing in his eyes.

A man is a teenager until he dies. Who says a married woman can't have the hobbies of a young girl? After all, Xiao Wang is only 20 years old.

After Tang Zhitong's repeated requests, Xiao Wang finally sat on the swing board.

However, she did not let her husband start the swing. Instead, she stretched out her long legs, took a few steps back, then lifted her legs up suddenly, and the swing began to swing.

While swinging on the swing, Xiao Wang kept adjusting his center of gravity. After a short while, he swung higher and higher, with both feet lifted high.

There is a poem that describes this scene well:
The red ropes outside the Qiyun Tower, who is this immortal flying down from the clouds?
Just as the wind started to blow, I could not see the end of it, and a pair of golden lotus flowers were pointing upside down into the sky.

A pair of golden lotuses are inserted upside down into the sky. Wow, it very vividly depicts the state of a person when he is at the highest point in front of the swing.

However, this sentence cannot be taken out alone, otherwise it will easily be considered as driving.

Fengzhi was very impressed with Xiao Wang's swinging skills and kept screaming to encourage her sister-in-law: "Brother! Push me again, I want to fly high too!"

"Then you have to hold on tight." Tang Zhitong readily agreed to his sister's request and stood behind Fengzhi.

When the swing swung back and stopped, Tang Zhitong gently pushed it forward. After a few times, Fengzhi's swing became higher and higher, and her screams became louder and louder, with excitement and a little fear.

Seeing that his sister likes the feeling of speeding so much, Tang Zhitong is really worried that she will be deceived by Huangmao in the future. However, he changes his mind and thinks that by the time Fengzhi reaches the age of marriage, motorcycles may not be popular yet, so he feels relieved.

After a while, someone came to the swing with a child.

Student Xiao Wang consciously used his foot brake and after several frictions, he stopped steadily and gave his seat to the other child.

After swinging on the swing for a while, Xiao Wang's hair was blown a little messy by the wind, and a few strands of black hair blocked his face, which gave him a unique charm.

Tang Zhitong gestured in front of his face a few times to give hints.

While Xiao Wang was fixing his hair, Tang Zhitong took off the water bottle hanging on his chest and handed it to him: "Here, drink some water."

"Give me the bottle in your bag. Fengzhi and Fengzhen have small hands, so the kettle is easy to hold. Keep it for them." Classmate Xiao Wang tied her hair up again, took the kettle and hung it on her shoulder. Not only did she not intend to open it, she also pointed at the shoulder bag her husband was carrying.

"Okay, you are very thoughtful." Tang Zhitong felt warmed. This girl was not only considering the two children, but also wanted to reduce the burden on herself. So he took out the saline bottle with a smile, and helped Xiao Wang pull out the leather stopper.

With the lesson learned from the previous glass bottle smashing, Xiao Wang took it with both hands, pursed his lips and took two sips, then handed it back: "You drink some too."

Tang Zhitong was not so polite and took it and drank most of the bottle.

Putting the leather stopper back in place, Tang Zhitong looked at the salt water bottle. This kind of glass bottle was very practical. Except that the leather stopper was prone to aging and could not withstand drops, it had almost no disadvantages.

"Great inventor, do you want to invent a bottle that is not afraid of falling?" Seeing her husband in a daze, classmate Xiao Wang asked with a smile.

"It's too difficult. It's beyond my understanding and I can't figure it out." Tang Zhitong smiled and shook his head, then put the bottle back into his bag.

I wonder if it is possible to make a bottle that is not afraid of falling with bulletproof glass. However, even if it is made, I am afraid it will have no promotional value because the cost is too high.

Compared with improving the anti-collision ability of glass, it is more feasible to improve the practicality of the kettle from the design aspect.

Seeing her husband said he couldn't figure it out, Xiao Wang smiled and said nothing. She also wanted to help her husband with the invention, but she always felt that she didn't have those brilliant ideas, so she had to give up every time.

Tang Zhitong put the glass bottle back, staring at the water bottle on Xiao Wang’s chest, and thought of the water bottle that Zhao Xin brought when he went to Wuhan.

Xiao Wang's kettle was a trophy captured from the battlefield and had a threaded mouth. Zhao Xin's kettle was a common product produced domestically due to limited technological capabilities.

Although there is a big gap in sealing between the two, we cannot accuse the domestic industry of not trying hard, because this is indeed the level of production.

You know, when the Sichuan Army went out of Sichuan to fight the Japanese, their equipment was even worse. The water bottles they used were made of pottery, which were not only fragile but also heavy. Therefore, many soldiers at that time would rather be thirsty than bring such water bottles to the battlefield.

It is relatively easy to add a spiral mouth to glass. After it is heated red, you can just clamp it with a mold, but metal ones are a bit difficult.

However, this does not mean that there is no room for improvement. Tang Zhitong plans to find a suitable opportunity to meet with Wu Haiyang first.

The water bottle has been figured out by the armies of various countries, but what about the multifunctional paratrooper water bottle? Is it possible to copy it?
If we extend this further, what kind of multifunctional infantry shovel...

My thoughts suddenly became clear!

Fengzhi was ordered to stop by Tang Zhitong. The swing is a public facility. As more and more children joined in, they had to queue up and take turns to play on the swing. She couldn't play as she pleased.

Tang Zhitong used a clock to time each child for five minutes.

Even so, Fengzhi played a few more times before getting up and walking back at Tang Zhitong's urging, still unsatisfied.

The four people entered through the north gate and also exited through the north gate.

The north gate of the Temple of Heaven is also the main gate. During the Ming and Qing dynasties, emperors usually entered from the south gate, worshipped along the way, and returned to the inner city from the north gate after completing all the procedures.

After returning home and finishing his meal, Tang Zhitong first repaired the kite, put it aside to dry, and then began to draw the drawings of the foot buckles.

Xiao Wang asked the reason, put his arm around Tang Zhitong's neck, and said thankfully, "Luckily you are in the escort service, so you don't have to climb up the ladder all day long."

"Hehe, actually they have safety regulations for climbing, but most of them find it troublesome and are unwilling to follow them. This drawing I drew is a solution to the problem." Tang Zhitong tilted his head to the side and rubbed Xiao Wang's face. In fact, this matter cannot be completely blamed on one person. At present, the safety awareness from top to bottom is not strong, and now it is still emphasizing "more, faster, better, and cheaper". To be realistic, many things cannot be taken into account at the same time, and we can only make some choices and find a balance point.

Sometimes, Tang Zhitong's principles are very flexible. Feeling the warmth of Xiao Wang's breath beside his ears, Tang Zhitong simply threw down his pen.

Electricians have been working unsafely for a long time, so I won’t make a difference just this night…

While the young couple was enjoying themselves, Zhang Xinping from the Municipal Public Security Bureau was monitoring Courtyard No. 3 on Li Guangqiao South Street with bloodshot eyes.

Courtyard No. 3 is an independent small courtyard, where only Zhao Quanyi's family lives.

Zhang Xinping and several of his colleagues were staring at the yard from different directions at the same time.

The yard is not big and is not owned by Zhao Quanming, because he is not a local resident of the city, but came from the Northeast at the beginning of the liberation.

Even so, only Zhao Quanyi's family of four lived in this yard.

Although they didn't say it, many people in the Municipal Bureau were impressed in their hearts. They were worthy of being staff members of the department. To have a courtyard to themselves with a family of four was an unprecedented treatment.

After nearly ten days of investigation, the Municipal Bureau has found evidence in the archives of the foreign trade department and has basically identified the suspect. Now they are waiting for the results of the comparison of Zhao Quanyi's notes by the department's experts.

It was a bit chilly in the city at night. There were no pedestrians on the streets. The residents in each courtyard had turned off the lights and fallen asleep. The investigators could only stay awake by rubbing their eyes and pinching themselves.

At this critical moment, they couldn't even smoke, for they were afraid that the peanut-sized cigarette butts in the dark would betray their whereabouts, and that would mean all their efforts would be in vain.

Finally, when Zhang Xinping and others waited until nearly two in the morning, other comrades from the Municipal Bureau came over and brought good news and arrest and search warrants: the handwriting had been confirmed and the arrest was being carried out!
At 4 a.m. on April 4, Zhao Quanyi never dreamed that he would be caught and dragged out of his bed.

The city police's criminal investigation officers showed him the arrest warrant and search warrant and immediately stuffed him into the police car.

Although Zhao Quanyi was brought to justice, the matter was not over yet. Other criminal investigation personnel from the Municipal Bureau had to stay and search for the huge sum of 200,000 yuan that he had defrauded.

Zhao Quanyi also has an old mother. The people from the Municipal Bureau wanted to find a breakthrough from her, but the old lady refused to cooperate at all.

Not only did he remain silent when asked, but he also collapsed on the ground and cried and screamed. In a short while, he had cursed all the ancestors of the Zhao family, as if his son had suffered a great injustice and he wanted to call them out to help.

Zhao Quanyi's son was so scared that he threw himself into his grandmother's arms and cried loudly, not understanding why his father was taken away.

The child was still young and couldn't say anything. He just kept crying.

The people from the Municipal Bureau could not catch a child and force him to confess, so they had to find another way out.

The Zhao family's commotion was quite loud, so it naturally attracted the concern of the neighbors. Many of them put on their clothes and stuck their heads out to see what was going on.

The criminal investigation personnel of the Municipal Bureau did not get discouraged even though they did not get any useful information from Zhao Quan's family. They began to find out the situation from the neighbors one by one, asking about the condition of Zhao Quanyi's wife; whether Zhao Quanyi's mother had been to the hospital a while ago; and whether Zhao Quanyi had any abnormal behavior, especially what color bag he had carried home.

I asked several families, but the answers I got were generally the same. They had never heard that the old lady had been to the hospital, nor did they notice anything unusual about Zhao Quanyi, nor had they ever seen Zhao Quanyi carry any bags home.

As for Zhao Quanyi's lover, they all said that they hadn't seen her for a while. Some said that she was away on a business trip, some said that she was working in another place, and some said that his wife divorced him a long time ago because she thought he had a stain on his history.

This time, the whole yard became a place where only three people lived...

After all these questions, it seemed as if Zhao Quanyi had done nothing and the Municipal Bureau had arrested the wrong person.

But the criminal investigation personnel of the Municipal Bureau were very sure that it was Zhao Quanyi who committed this crime!

After investigation, it was found that the paper and file bags used in the "instructions" received by the People's Bank of China all came from the Ministry of Foreign Trade, and Zhao Quanyi's work happened to give him access to the files and Zhou's signature.

Although Zhao Quanyi used an alias when committing the crime, this alias was found in Zhao Quanyi's file, and the handwriting was found to be consistent after identification.

What is even more coincidental is that Zhao Quanyi asked for leave from his leader on the afternoon of March 3, on the grounds that he wanted to accompany his mother to Jishuitan Hospital for medical treatment.

The investigators visited Jishuitan Hospital and looked through the list of patients who had visited the hospital on March 3, but did not see Zhao Quanyi's mother's name on the list.

All clues point to Zhao Quanyi. Zhao Quanyi must have lied, so the Municipal Bureau will naturally not give up just like that.

"Search! Search thoroughly inside and out, even the rat holes cannot be spared!" Faced with this situation, Zhang Xinping became ruthless and planned for the Municipal Bureau to find the stolen money themselves.

The search started from inside the house. The investigators searched every crevice and seam to see if there were any signs of renovation.

But unfortunately, there was no sign of anything hidden in the house.

The next place to search was the yard. As the moon had already set, the brightness of the starry sky made the search quite difficult.

Relying on the few flashlights they had, the investigators searched the yard bit by bit.

Regrettably, there was nothing unusual in the yard. Just as other investigators gathered together to discuss whether to dig the yard thoroughly with shovels and pickaxes, Wu Aijun seemed to have discovered something.

There was a half-person-high stack of honeycomb coal on the south side of the west room. There was a thick layer of gray soil on the top of the coal. At first glance, it looked like it had not been moved for a long time.

Wu Aijun remembered what Tang Zhitong said about details, deliberateness, and the fact that every passing goose leaves a trace.

Nowadays, residents have to use coal to boil water, cook and fry, and the Zhao family is no exception.

Wu Aijun just saw a stove in the house. Since it was burning coal, why was there a thick layer of ash on the honeycomb coal?

And this amount of coal is indeed a bit too much. Coal became a hot commodity around the Spring Festival last year. Coal stations generally do not sell so much honeycomb coal to a single household at one time.

Wu Aijun felt something was wrong, so he asked his colleague to help him with a flashlight. He rolled up his sleeves and began to move the honeycomb coal down layer by layer.

"Aijun, forget it. How can the money be hidden in the honeycomb coal?" The colleague saw that Wu Aijun had already moved half of it down and there was nothing unusual inside.

"Look again, look again." Wu Aijun believed in his intuition and kept moving the honeycomb coal to the side.

After a short while, all the honeycomb coal was moved away, revealing the soil layer. Wu Aijun, regardless of getting his hands dirty, took the flashlight from his colleague and began to explore bit by bit.

The color in the middle is obviously different from the surrounding ones, and the one in the middle is newer.

Wu Aijun turned around and picked up Zhao's shovel, handed the flashlight to his colleague again, stepped on the edge of the shovel, and pried it up, and a lump of yellow soil was dug out.

After a few shovels, Wu Aijun felt that he had dug something. He threw the shovel aside and started to clean the loess with his hands. After taking out a few handfuls of loess, a corner of the tarpaulin appeared in Wu Aijun's sight...

(End of this chapter)