Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

Chapter 249 Cutting
When Li Yancheng returned to the yard, his wife was chatting with Xing Lihua and several other women in the yard.

When she heard his voice coming from the front, her big eyes instantly became bright.

After saying something to the others, she stood up and prepared to go into the house to make the noodles that her man had worked so hard to roll out.

"Dacheng, your wife started kneading dough and rolling noodles for you after she got home from get off work. She has been busy for quite a while. You are in for a treat today."

"Hahaha, I'm so lucky to have married a good wife."

"Look at this guy showing off."

"Hahaha……"

"That's right. If you don't brag about marrying a good wife, then when should you brag? Lihua, I heard from others that for a long time after Zhihai married you, he would praise you to everyone he met in the alley."

"He was flattering me and wanted me to do more work at home. I was stupid at the time. I was so happy after hearing his two nice words that I was at a loss what to do. I rushed to do any work that made me feel warm. I wanted to be a good wife.

Look at us now. After finishing his meal, this old man just throws his bowl there, puts his hands behind his back, and disappears somewhere unknown.

Xiao Min, I'm telling you, you can't spoil the old man at home, otherwise you'll have to do all the housework, and a chair will fall over and hit his instep, and he'll be waiting for you to help him up."

"My Dacheng is fine." Luo Min, who had already entered the house, lifted the door curtain and walked out again after hearing Xing Lihua's words.

"Well, I'm confused too. They've only been married for a week and the excitement hasn't worn off yet."

"Hahaha……"

For people nowadays, married life is absolutely mysterious, because you have never lived together before marriage. Just by looking at others, you don’t know what you will be like after marriage.

No matter whether the person is someone you met on your own or was introduced through a blind date, you will still be looking forward to the future together in your heart.

The first few days of your marriage are definitely sweet, but as to whether your partner’s true colors will be revealed after a long time, that is a matter of luck.

"Lihua, don't you know where your Zhihai went?"

"It seems like he went to the Duan family in the next yard to look for Zhenghui. He said he wanted to ask Zhenghui about something in the case. Do you want to look for him? Let Ningning call him for you."

"No, wait until he comes back, it's nothing."

Li Yancheng waved his hand and went into the house.

As soon as I entered, I was shocked by the noodles on my own chopping board.

Wow, if you don’t know, you would think the Li family has more than a dozen people.

Seeing her man looking at the noodles on the chopping board in surprise, Luo Min smiled embarrassedly.

"I didn't control the water level well when mixing the dough. I poured too much water, so I added more dough. When there was too much dough, I added more water..."

Li Yancheng almost laughed out loud.

Just think about it, the noodles for two people can be made into enough for more than ten people. How many times do you have to add noodles and water?

But it was okay, because his wife didn’t roll all the dough into noodles, and the pile of noodles was still in the basin.

He tried hard to control the expression on his face and reached out to touch Luo Min's face.

"It's okay. You've only kneaded the dough a few times. This is already very good. I'm going to go to Uncle Zhao's house to get some old dough. Once the dough in the basin rises, I can make steamed buns tomorrow morning."

“I thought so too, but I was too embarrassed to tell others because I was afraid they would laugh at me for not being able to knead the dough properly.

But Dacheng, isn't it a bit of a waste to steam white flour buns? "

"What's the waste if I eat it?"

"Other families mix white flour and corn flour together to steam. When my mother was at home, my family often did the same as you do."

"I don't like those steamed buns mixed with other ingredients. Don't think too much about it. We have enough white flour at home. If it's gone, I'll go find someone to exchange it with."

"Oh, well, the water might be boiling. I'll go cook the noodles while you wipe your face."

"Okay, come on, let me kiss you first, MUA..."

"Dacheng, do you think the novelty of getting married will wear off?"

Picking up the plate of noodles and just walking to the door, Luo Min stopped again, turned around and looked at Li Yancheng who was taking off his coat and asked.

"Of course. Life is just about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. But we can work together to keep our lives fresh. For example, we can try a new move every once in a while. This way, there will always be something fresh."

New moves?
What new action? What does life have to do with new actions?
Luo Min was a little confused and was about to ask what the new move meant when she saw the improper expression on her man's face. She immediately realized what the new move meant and her pretty face turned red.

She rolled her eyes at the man who always made her blush, then turned around, lifted the door curtain and walked out.

As soon as she went out, she heard her frivolous man in the room humming a song she had never heard before... It felt weird.

"I smile triumphantly, and smile again triumphantly, watching the immortality of the world..."

……

The noodles are simply fried with chopped green onions and seasoned with soy sauce, vinegar and salt. There is no fried sauce or臊子, none of that.

I gulped down two big bowls of noodles, then drank a bowl of noodle soup to enjoy the original soup and the original food.

Even though they have been living together for a week, Luo Min would drool every time she saw her man eating. She then reached out her chopsticks to pick up something from his bowl to taste and see if the taste of their meals was different.

The truth is that Li Yancheng was used to the way of eating in the army, and he would wolf down whatever he ate.

He said he didn't like eating steamed buns made of mixed flour, but every time he ate them, he could finish a bun as big as an adult's fist in two or three bites.

When such a big spoonful of noodles goes into my mouth, it seems like I don’t need to chew it and it goes down in one gulp.

Some people may think his way of eating is rude, but some people think it is a sign of eating a delicious meal.

That's what Luo Min thought, so every time she ate during this week, she would reach her chopsticks into Li Yancheng's bowl and take a few sips to taste it.

The funniest thing happened the day before yesterday. They were also eating noodles that day. In order to test whether her man could taste the food, she deliberately did not put salt in his bowl.

As a result, he really just held the bowl and ate it with such relish.

She even wondered if the salt had been adjusted herself, so she took a sip and found it was indeed bland.

When we finished eating and were drinking soup, someone said that the meal was a bit bland, as if no salt was added.

She was so amused that she almost threw the bowl away.

Seeing her constantly picking up noodles from Li Yancheng's bowl, Xing Lihua stood up curiously and walked over to take a look.

"Xiao Min, you two are newlyweds, but you don't have to eat a whole bowl of rice."

"I saw him eating with relish, and I felt that the rice in his bowl seemed to taste better than mine."

"That's true. Your Dacheng is like this every time he eats, even when he eats with us. As soon as he starts eating, just listening to the slurping sound will make you want to have another bite even if you're just full."

"Do you want to change?"

Li Yancheng stretched his bowl towards his wife.

"No, they taste the same, and I can't finish all of them."

……

After dinner, when I was drinking soup, Jin Zhihai came back.

Seeing that his good brother had returned and was sitting under the eaves, his eyes lit up and he walked over, pulled over a small chair and sat opposite him, without saying a word, just staring at him.

"I asked for you."

Li Yancheng knew what he meant, so he didn't keep him in suspense and just said it directly.

"The old man told me to ask you to go to the Huguo Temple area in the west of the city and ask a man nicknamed Eight Fingers. His surname is Tong, and he lives alone in the winter. He is a bannerman.

He said he hadn’t seen him for at least forty years and had long forgotten his name and appearance, and he wasn’t sure if he was still at Huguo Temple.”

Jin Zhihai frowned tightly. He hadn't seen him for forty years, and he only had a last name and a nickname. How could he find him?
"He didn't say why he was looking for this person?"

"I said it." Li Yancheng nodded, picked up the bowl of soup in front of him and took a sip, reached out to take the cigarette handed to him by Jin Zhihai, lit it and continued.

"He said that in his memory, when Tong Bazhi was young, his favorite thing to do was to take a dump at the scene, and he also liked to use violence when unlocking locks.

I don't know the specific details of your case, I'm just repeating his original words.

Zhihai, what kind of case is this? Why did the murderer go to the toilet at the scene after committing the crime? "

"Well, he robbed the finance offices of six companies in a row. He left a pile of loot at the scene every time he committed a crime, and all the locks were opened violently."

"Are there no other traces?" "Yes, this guy didn't wear gloves when committing the crime, but he wrapped tape around his fingers, so there are a lot of traces left, but they are useless. He looks like an old hand, but this method of committing crimes has never appeared in previous cases.

We also contacted surrounding provinces and cities to inquire, and they had not seen such cases happen there.

That’s why our team leader said today that he would go and ask Lao Niutou.

This old man was the master of many Buddhist monks in Beijing before liberation. After liberation, he was imprisoned for ten years. It was my father who sent him there.

The case we are dealing with now is definitely not done by a novice, maybe he is an apprentice taught by a veteran in the past."

"Is that so?" Li Yancheng nodded after hearing this.

"Then we can only ask all units to strengthen their precautions. Go and look for Tong Bazhi that old man mentioned."

"This is the only way." Jin Zhihai was helpless.

"Now all units are in a state of panic and have started to send people to stand guard in the finance office.

The city asked us to solve the case within a certain time limit, but we still don’t have any clues. The director was so anxious that his mouth was covered with foam. "

This is how it is for people in their line of work. When they come across a serial case, especially one with no clues, they become overwhelmed.

Because it is a homicide case and a serial crime, the higher-ups will definitely set a deadline.

Li Yancheng shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't help much in this situation.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, let's find someone first starting tomorrow.

By the way, Dacheng, did Gu Xiaoliu help your case? "

"There should be one. We will take him to identify him tomorrow."

"You guys need to find someone, and so do we. Sigh... We really are brothers in distress."

"Let's take our time." Li Yancheng sighed and changed the subject, asking, "Has your wife's department store decided to build a residential building for family members?"

"It's settled, but I don't know whether I should keep it or not. I've lived in this courtyard since I was born, and I'd be reluctant to leave."

"Yes, why not."

"If you do, you can't keep this house."

"It's simple. Just remove Ningning from your household registration and change the house to her name."

!!!

"Fuck, how did you come up with that?" Jin Zhihai's eyes widened.

Li Yancheng's voice was not loud, but the yard was small, and the women sitting there could hear it clearly.

Xing Lihua's eyes lit up and he ran over carrying a small stool.

"Dacheng, the method you mentioned won't cause any problems, right? The Cai family..."

"No, if Cai Fangchao and his wife hadn't been ignorant at the time, and their working relationship hadn't been caught, if it was just because of these two rooms and the room his father got in Yangchao, there would definitely be no problem."

Li Yancheng waved his hand nonchalantly.

"This house in your family was left by Uncle Jin. It is an ancestral property, not a public house allocated by the government.

After it was transferred to Ningning's name, even if her living area was a bit larger on a per capita basis, what did it have to do with others? She was not the only one occupying such a large area of ​​public housing; it was the legacy left to her by her father.

It is normal for your family of three to apply for housing at work as long as you don’t have a house.”

This is a kind of loophole, but it is reasonable and legal, and it is also allowed by policy.

In rural areas, as long as the household is separated, you can apply for a new residential land from the village. Of course, the same is true in cities.

Otherwise, if the children of parents who own a house are still not eligible to apply for housing after they get married, right?

Ningning was delighted when she heard it.

"Haha, then after my brother and sister-in-law move out, will I be able to live in any room I want?"

"Yes, you can sleep on the roof in the future."

"Uh...Sister-in-law Xiaomin, look, Brother Dacheng is bullying me."

"Okay, Ningning, be good. Sister-in-law will take care of him for you later."

Ning Ning imitated her sister-in-law's actions and patted her forehead: "Oh, I'm dizzy too. Sister-in-law Xiao Min loves Brother Dacheng so much that I can't wait to complain to her."

What she learned was very lifelike, but it angered two women at the same time. As soon as she finished speaking, she was suppressed by the two sisters-in-law.

There was a burst of laughter, it was really lively!
……

Around 9pm, Wuxuan District, Beitangzi Hutong

"Third brother, why is there one missing plate?"

Inside the room, a young man who looked no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old frowned deeply after placing the last plate in his hand on the table.

After thinking for a while, he turned to look at the other young man lying on the bed in the corner of the room and asked.

"Don't joke, I counted them three times, a total of 134."

The young man lying on the bed didn't even open his eyes.

"Come and count them yourself. I counted only one hundred and thirty-three."

The man sitting at the table stood up and gave up his seat.

Hearing the movement of the chair, the young man lying on the bed called Lao San opened his eyes, looked at the man at the table with a genuine expression, and sat up with some confusion.

"Brother, are you kidding me? After I rinsed it, I counted it several times to make sure it was correct before I wrapped it in paper and put it in your secret compartment."

"Where is the paper that wrapped these plates? I didn't see the paper you mentioned when I took it out of the secret compartment just now."

"When I put them into the secret compartment, I counted them one by one. After I finished counting, I took the wrapping paper away. There was the name of our unit on it, and I was afraid that throwing it away carelessly would cause trouble."

"Did you count them when you put them in? Was it one hundred and thirty-four?"

"Yes"

"That's strange." The man at the table turned and walked to the secret compartment where he had just taken the base plate. Worried that the light was dim and he might have missed something, he used a flashlight to carefully look over it again and again.

He shone the flashlight on the ground twice, and after confirming that there was nothing, he turned off the flashlight and stood up.

When he turned to look in the secret compartment, the young man named Lao San finally confirmed that this was no joke. He hurried over and sat at the table and started counting the tickets one by one.

After the second brother searched the secret compartment and the ground and found nothing missing, he had just finished counting, but the number he counted made his face change drastically.

There are really only one hundred and thirty-three of them here.

"Second brother, I..."

The second brother raised his hand to signal the third brother not to speak for the time being. He frowned, picked up the cigarette on the table and lit one for himself.

"Third brother, if there's anything wrong with this thing, all of us will lose our heads. Now calm down and think about it carefully. Start from the moment you develop those films and think about which link has gone wrong."

After saying that, the young man called the second brother put the cigarette he had just lit into the third brother's mouth, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, signaling him not to be anxious and to think slowly, then turned aside, picked up the thermos and poured a glass of water into the cup.

The moment he turned around, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

What they did were all head-losing things, and now that something had gone wrong, if he wanted to save his life, he had to make the cut as soon as possible, just like when he and Wei Haiping made the cut a few days ago.

He could feel that the people from the Social Affairs Bureau were almost approaching him, and he had to find a way to delay them for two days.

Because he was sure that he would be able to get everything he wanted when he was on duty tomorrow. By then, the sky would be high and the birds would fly freely and the sea would be wide and the fish would jump freely.

After taking a few big gulps from the cup, he picked up the thermos and added some water into the cup.

Putting down the thermos, he turned his head to glance at Yan Lao San and saw him sitting there with a frown, still thinking hard. He raised his right hand and took out a small paper bag from the inside pocket of his coat.

At this time, he deliberately coughed twice to cover up the small noise when opening the paper bag, and poured all the white powder in the paper bag into the cup.

Putting the paper bag into his pocket, he picked up the cup and shook it gently a few times. Then he turned around and walked back to the table, sat down on it, put the cup on the table, picked up the cigarette and lit another one for himself.

At this time, the third brother moved. He raised his hand and took the cigarette in his mouth, and he didn't care about the ashes falling on his body.

"Brother, I really can't think of any link that could go wrong."

(End of this chapter)