Xiaoyan heard the little boy's scream and didn't tighten her face. She burst into laughter. She quickly stood up and said loudly to the grandparents and grandchildren: No, I didn't pull... I'm tired of walking and resting.
The old man was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little surprised. He looked at Xiaoyan in surprise and asked loudly: Whose family are you from?
Xiaoyan was speechless. She was not used to lying. She blushed and couldn't speak for a long time.
Seeing that Xiaoyan had been exposed, Nam Sung-jae simply walked out of the bushes and walked towards the grandfather and grandson, while smiling: We are here to do business, we are policemen in Chenyang.
As he said that, he tidied up his mud-filled police uniform and wiped away the police badge and brand on his chest.
The old man frowned and looked at Nam Sung-jae, shook his head and said: Oh my god, why did you cause this?Why did you still come here when you go to Jiangjiezhou?
There was no way, I encountered some accident on the way, and caught a fugitive, which made our car overturn and we got lost again.
Nam Sung-jae said, pulling the nylon rope in his hand hard and pulling me out of the bushes. I was unprepared, lost my balance and fell to the ground.
The old man suddenly said: No wonder they said that many policemen were setting up posts to inspect the road to Changxing. It turned out that they were catching this kid Ah!Why are you still coming here?
Nam Chengzai's eyes rolled and changed the topic and asked back: Where is this?
The little guy seemed to be a little scared of the dirt and blood stains all over my body, and tried hard to hide behind the old man.
This is Jinchuntun, also known as Jinshantun. It belongs to the junction of Jiangjiezhou and Changxing, but it is more than 40 kilometers away from Jiangjiezhou. Why did you come here?
The old man answered while touching the little boy's head to comfort him.
Our car overturned in the morning, and we didn't understand the road, so we walked here. We now have no communication equipment, so we can see if we can make a phone call in the village or something.
Nan Chengzai pretended to be harmless.
The old man nodded and said: Then you can call your leader quickly and contact your leader... As he said that, the old man looked at Nam Sung-jae, paused, and said carefully: ...But my opinion is that you should not go to the village. There are some special circumstances here, which are not very friendly to you people who eat national meals.
Nam Sung-jae asked strangely: Why?What's wrong here?
The old man hesitated a little, looked at the village far away, and said carefully: It's nothing, anyway, you are obedient, bypass the village road and head north, there is a grocery store on the side of the road, and there is a phone number there. If you meet someone to ask you, don't just say you are a policeman.
Is the identity of the people's police here a taboo?I was really a little surprised.
Xiaoyan interrupted curiously: What?Can't he be said to be a policeman here?Why?Is this not under the jurisdiction of the People's Republic of China?
Why?Can you explain it clearly to us?Nam Sung-jae asked.
The old man's eyes glanced around the three of us in a mess, and sighed and said: In recent years, our country's policies are good and open, and Jiangjiezhou is one of the areas that enjoy the policies very well. However, with good policies, some people have made the situation a mess. In recent years, those people have made this place so messy, as if the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Now some cadres in the village are doing some shameful activities while worrying about being exposed. They are very sensitive to you who are unfamiliar with the faces and wearing national uniforms. So I said, if you meet someone, just make up whatever you want, don't just say that you are a policeman.
Nam Sung-jae looked clear and clear.
I think he must have naturally equated our place with the situation in their hometown now.
The sound of motorcycle motors came from afar. Nam Sung-jae looked a little dodged. He looked into the distance and could hear the sound, but he didn't see anyone.
The old man smiled and said: You guys are so embarrassed. Why don’t you go to my house to take a shower with me? My house lives next to the village.
Xiaoyan showed a happy expression on her face and asked first: Is it OK?Wouldn't it be a bit inconvenient?
The old man smiled and said: Convenient, convenient. My two sons and daughter-in-law are doing small business in Jiangjiezhou. Now I and this little guy are the only ones at home. This is my second son's family. My family has three granddaughters and one grandson, and they are just the only one.
As he said that, the old man dragged the child behind him and kept hiding behind him, wanting him to say hello to us. The little guy was a little receptive, but he was curious. He hid behind his grandfather and refused to come out, but he showed his head to look at us who were dirty.
Nam Sung-jae turned her head and whispered to Xiaoyeon: It’s better not to go, it’s not convenient for us to go to other people’s houses now.
Xiaoyan looked unhappy and pouted and said: Look at the clothes and pants I just washed yesterday, now they are all mud, how can I wear Ah?
Xiaoyan was originally covered with light-colored clothes, white turtleneck sweaters, and light-colored jeans. Now she was covered with mud, and her face and hands were dirty. For Xiaoyan, who likes to wash and clean, it was like to torture her.
The old man smiled and said: It doesn’t matter. Come to my house. You can go to my second son’s house by yourself and find my wife’s clothes. It may be shorter, but they are all clean.
Xiaoyan looked at Nam Sung-jae with her eyes. Nam Sung-jae hesitated and looked in the direction of the village for a long time. Finally, she nodded and said: You can't waste too much time, let's wash it and leave.
Is this person's face hurt?The old man asked me then.
Nam Sung-jae nodded and said: The injury I suffered before was scratched by a branch on my face, but now it has improved a lot.
It seems quite serious... The old man looked at me carefully with some concern.
Uncle, tell me what the people here are doing, why are they afraid of the police?Nam Sung-jae transferred the question.
The old man sighed, looked around, and whispered: They planted a lot of big smoke gourds in the forest, and half processed them and sold them to Russia.
Nam Sung-jae's expression was very calm, and he didn't seem surprised at all.
But I was shocked. This was a serious crime and the relevant local law enforcement and management departments were involved.
Xiaoyan was also a little surprised and asked: Plant big smoke?That's not illegal?No one cares about you?
The old man sneered and said: Don’t worry!Why don’t you care?There are joint inspections every year, but how to deal with them?If you pick up a batch, you will grow another batch in another piece of land tomorrow. Will you catch people?After arresting for a few days, the people came out and continued to plant. Besides, many of those people were from them. They pretended to come and arrested them once, and they made some money and slept with a few villagers. The matter was over. They have been doing this for more than ten years, so aren’t they all done all the time?
Although Xiaoyan is not a policeman, she still knows some common sense. She said angrily: Drug production is a serious crime!Are those who are not involved not afraid of being implicated?
The old man sighed and said: The people in the village had all left with some backbone, and my son and daughter-in-law were all out. The remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people watched them mess around in the village all day long, and they didn’t dare to say much. They were doing it. Besides, getting some tobacco paste is not the most conscientious thing for them!
Nam Sung-jae frowned and asked quickly: What else do they have?
The old man looked a little nervous, looked around carefully, and whispered: I tell you, you should go back and report to the above, and you must send someone to check it out. I found that before the Spring Festival, they attracted many 17 or 18-year-old girls in the name of recruiting workers in North Korea. They didn’t know what to do when they got to Russia. Anyway, it was not a good thing!
Nam Sung-jae's fist clenched, and fire seemed to appear in his eyes.
But... uncle, why do you dare to tell us these things?Who are the people you are talking about?Xiaoyan asked in confusion.
The old man said with some resentment: It was the village cadres in the village who brought several unreasonable families. They used to get some big cigarettes and sell them to Russia to harm the Russians. We actually didn't think it was a big deal. Now we are still making a high-profile appearance and starting to make trouble for people. Isn't this a shameless person!I won’t meet you today, and I also want to find time to report them to the city and province!
Nam Sung-jae nodded and said: No wonder you said they are sensitive to the police, I understand this time.
Have you not reported them before?Xiaoyan asked.
The old man was about to speak, and Nam Sung-jae answered her first: You must have reported it, but you were all stopped by those corrupt and abused people, right?
The old man nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed someone riding a motorcycle toward us in the distance, and quickly made a gesture of silence towards Nan Chengzai.
The person who came was a man about forty years old. He had a big round face full of pockmarks and was wrapped in a dark police cotton coat. However, there was no police badge or logo on it. He only had a red armband on the sleeve on the left, with the words "Standard Security". The motorcycle he was riding was also an ordinary men's motorcycle. However, an iron rack was installed on the back of the car, and a cylindrical police light was installed on it.
There were still dozens of meters away from us, and the man started yelling: Third uncle!What do these people do?
The old man waved his hand at the man and shouted: From the County Water Conservancy Bureau, I'll ask them to help find a borehole again.
The man rode a motorcycle and came to us quickly, without getting off the bus, his eyes kept on Xiaoyan and asked with a smile: Why is this so impoverished?Have you fallen into the ditch?
Suddenly he noticed the strangeness of Nam Sung-jae's clothes and asked vigilantly: Are you a policeman?Which one?
The old man was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little surprised. He looked at Xiaoyan in surprise and asked loudly: Whose family are you from?
Xiaoyan was speechless. She was not used to lying. She blushed and couldn't speak for a long time.
Seeing that Xiaoyan had been exposed, Nam Sung-jae simply walked out of the bushes and walked towards the grandfather and grandson, while smiling: We are here to do business, we are policemen in Chenyang.
As he said that, he tidied up his mud-filled police uniform and wiped away the police badge and brand on his chest.
The old man frowned and looked at Nam Sung-jae, shook his head and said: Oh my god, why did you cause this?Why did you still come here when you go to Jiangjiezhou?
There was no way, I encountered some accident on the way, and caught a fugitive, which made our car overturn and we got lost again.
Nam Sung-jae said, pulling the nylon rope in his hand hard and pulling me out of the bushes. I was unprepared, lost my balance and fell to the ground.
The old man suddenly said: No wonder they said that many policemen were setting up posts to inspect the road to Changxing. It turned out that they were catching this kid Ah!Why are you still coming here?
Nam Chengzai's eyes rolled and changed the topic and asked back: Where is this?
The little guy seemed to be a little scared of the dirt and blood stains all over my body, and tried hard to hide behind the old man.
This is Jinchuntun, also known as Jinshantun. It belongs to the junction of Jiangjiezhou and Changxing, but it is more than 40 kilometers away from Jiangjiezhou. Why did you come here?
The old man answered while touching the little boy's head to comfort him.
Our car overturned in the morning, and we didn't understand the road, so we walked here. We now have no communication equipment, so we can see if we can make a phone call in the village or something.
Nan Chengzai pretended to be harmless.
The old man nodded and said: Then you can call your leader quickly and contact your leader... As he said that, the old man looked at Nam Sung-jae, paused, and said carefully: ...But my opinion is that you should not go to the village. There are some special circumstances here, which are not very friendly to you people who eat national meals.
Nam Sung-jae asked strangely: Why?What's wrong here?
The old man hesitated a little, looked at the village far away, and said carefully: It's nothing, anyway, you are obedient, bypass the village road and head north, there is a grocery store on the side of the road, and there is a phone number there. If you meet someone to ask you, don't just say you are a policeman.
Is the identity of the people's police here a taboo?I was really a little surprised.
Xiaoyan interrupted curiously: What?Can't he be said to be a policeman here?Why?Is this not under the jurisdiction of the People's Republic of China?
Why?Can you explain it clearly to us?Nam Sung-jae asked.
The old man's eyes glanced around the three of us in a mess, and sighed and said: In recent years, our country's policies are good and open, and Jiangjiezhou is one of the areas that enjoy the policies very well. However, with good policies, some people have made the situation a mess. In recent years, those people have made this place so messy, as if the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Now some cadres in the village are doing some shameful activities while worrying about being exposed. They are very sensitive to you who are unfamiliar with the faces and wearing national uniforms. So I said, if you meet someone, just make up whatever you want, don't just say that you are a policeman.
Nam Sung-jae looked clear and clear.
I think he must have naturally equated our place with the situation in their hometown now.
The sound of motorcycle motors came from afar. Nam Sung-jae looked a little dodged. He looked into the distance and could hear the sound, but he didn't see anyone.
The old man smiled and said: You guys are so embarrassed. Why don’t you go to my house to take a shower with me? My house lives next to the village.
Xiaoyan showed a happy expression on her face and asked first: Is it OK?Wouldn't it be a bit inconvenient?
The old man smiled and said: Convenient, convenient. My two sons and daughter-in-law are doing small business in Jiangjiezhou. Now I and this little guy are the only ones at home. This is my second son's family. My family has three granddaughters and one grandson, and they are just the only one.
As he said that, the old man dragged the child behind him and kept hiding behind him, wanting him to say hello to us. The little guy was a little receptive, but he was curious. He hid behind his grandfather and refused to come out, but he showed his head to look at us who were dirty.
Nam Sung-jae turned her head and whispered to Xiaoyeon: It’s better not to go, it’s not convenient for us to go to other people’s houses now.
Xiaoyan looked unhappy and pouted and said: Look at the clothes and pants I just washed yesterday, now they are all mud, how can I wear Ah?
Xiaoyan was originally covered with light-colored clothes, white turtleneck sweaters, and light-colored jeans. Now she was covered with mud, and her face and hands were dirty. For Xiaoyan, who likes to wash and clean, it was like to torture her.
The old man smiled and said: It doesn’t matter. Come to my house. You can go to my second son’s house by yourself and find my wife’s clothes. It may be shorter, but they are all clean.
Xiaoyan looked at Nam Sung-jae with her eyes. Nam Sung-jae hesitated and looked in the direction of the village for a long time. Finally, she nodded and said: You can't waste too much time, let's wash it and leave.
Is this person's face hurt?The old man asked me then.
Nam Sung-jae nodded and said: The injury I suffered before was scratched by a branch on my face, but now it has improved a lot.
It seems quite serious... The old man looked at me carefully with some concern.
Uncle, tell me what the people here are doing, why are they afraid of the police?Nam Sung-jae transferred the question.
The old man sighed, looked around, and whispered: They planted a lot of big smoke gourds in the forest, and half processed them and sold them to Russia.
Nam Sung-jae's expression was very calm, and he didn't seem surprised at all.
But I was shocked. This was a serious crime and the relevant local law enforcement and management departments were involved.
Xiaoyan was also a little surprised and asked: Plant big smoke?That's not illegal?No one cares about you?
The old man sneered and said: Don’t worry!Why don’t you care?There are joint inspections every year, but how to deal with them?If you pick up a batch, you will grow another batch in another piece of land tomorrow. Will you catch people?After arresting for a few days, the people came out and continued to plant. Besides, many of those people were from them. They pretended to come and arrested them once, and they made some money and slept with a few villagers. The matter was over. They have been doing this for more than ten years, so aren’t they all done all the time?
Although Xiaoyan is not a policeman, she still knows some common sense. She said angrily: Drug production is a serious crime!Are those who are not involved not afraid of being implicated?
The old man sighed and said: The people in the village had all left with some backbone, and my son and daughter-in-law were all out. The remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people watched them mess around in the village all day long, and they didn’t dare to say much. They were doing it. Besides, getting some tobacco paste is not the most conscientious thing for them!
Nam Sung-jae frowned and asked quickly: What else do they have?
The old man looked a little nervous, looked around carefully, and whispered: I tell you, you should go back and report to the above, and you must send someone to check it out. I found that before the Spring Festival, they attracted many 17 or 18-year-old girls in the name of recruiting workers in North Korea. They didn’t know what to do when they got to Russia. Anyway, it was not a good thing!
Nam Sung-jae's fist clenched, and fire seemed to appear in his eyes.
But... uncle, why do you dare to tell us these things?Who are the people you are talking about?Xiaoyan asked in confusion.
The old man said with some resentment: It was the village cadres in the village who brought several unreasonable families. They used to get some big cigarettes and sell them to Russia to harm the Russians. We actually didn't think it was a big deal. Now we are still making a high-profile appearance and starting to make trouble for people. Isn't this a shameless person!I won’t meet you today, and I also want to find time to report them to the city and province!
Nam Sung-jae nodded and said: No wonder you said they are sensitive to the police, I understand this time.
Have you not reported them before?Xiaoyan asked.
The old man was about to speak, and Nam Sung-jae answered her first: You must have reported it, but you were all stopped by those corrupt and abused people, right?
The old man nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed someone riding a motorcycle toward us in the distance, and quickly made a gesture of silence towards Nan Chengzai.
The person who came was a man about forty years old. He had a big round face full of pockmarks and was wrapped in a dark police cotton coat. However, there was no police badge or logo on it. He only had a red armband on the sleeve on the left, with the words "Standard Security". The motorcycle he was riding was also an ordinary men's motorcycle. However, an iron rack was installed on the back of the car, and a cylindrical police light was installed on it.
There were still dozens of meters away from us, and the man started yelling: Third uncle!What do these people do?
The old man waved his hand at the man and shouted: From the County Water Conservancy Bureau, I'll ask them to help find a borehole again.
The man rode a motorcycle and came to us quickly, without getting off the bus, his eyes kept on Xiaoyan and asked with a smile: Why is this so impoverished?Have you fallen into the ditch?
Suddenly he noticed the strangeness of Nam Sung-jae's clothes and asked vigilantly: Are you a policeman?Which one?
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