Scholars in the courtyard

"There are too few mass-produced agricultural machinery in China now, so the trial factory attaches great importance to this and is waiting for you to go out and make a decision."

"Uncle Xu, why should I take the initiative in this matter? Let Lao Yang take over."

"He, he is the one who is most afraid and worried now. He is not in the mood to eat. If it weren't for something happening in the factory, he would have come to ask you when you were discharged from the hospital."

"Hahaha"

The two talked and Xu Yuanshan left.

Not long after Xu Yuanshan left, Lou Xiaoe and Liu Yuhua came together.

The two of them also brought food and put it on the table. Yang Xiaotao was not polite. The body needed nourishment, so it was always good to eat more.

Liu Yuhua knew what was going on in the courtyard and told the story of the incident, which made Yang Xiaotao sneer.

The people in this courtyard have really good plans.

You thought you were in trouble this time, so you started to make small moves?

I just don't know if my eyes will pop out in shock when I see myself appearing in front of my eyes.

As for Banggeng stealing things, since Director Zhang has decided it, he can't bother the police comrades anymore, but Banggeng really suffered this time.

Not only was it considered theft by the police, but even though it was not taken to the police station, its reputation was ruined.

Plus an eyeball, haha.

Liu Yuhua's operation was reasonable, but he knew what the people in the Jia family were like. They made unreasonable noises and pretended to be pitiful to win sympathy. This was a daily operation.

If he didn't speak clearly, let alone find him, Yi Zhonghai might use this matter to make some trouble.

After Liu Yuhua and Lou Xiao'e left, no one else came to the ward, so Yang Xiaotao began to rest.

"Banggan, come on, have some soup."

Mrs. Jia Zhang took a spoon and put the chicken soup into Banggeng's mouth.

Qin Huairu looked ugly on the side.

The lunch box that Jia Zhang brought was really chicken soup.

Except for a few pieces of minced meat, it was all soup.

"Mom, you won't just take these."

Qin Huairu held back her anger and said, "Looking at the oil star on Jia Zhang's mouth, you still don't know what's going on?"

The old woman must have eaten all the meat.

If it were normal, that would be fine, but this would help the stickman to replenish his health.

"Isn't this enough? I asked the doctor. Banggeng's body needs to drink more soup. Other meats are not easy to digest, so eat less."

Jia Zhang said plausibly, looking at Banggeng's eyes wrapped with gauze, her voice became gentle, "Come on, Banggian, this is what grandma spent all afternoon. It's nutritious."

The stick machine took two sips, and his remaining left eye was filled with confusion. At such a young age, he simply could not accept the fact that he had become a one-eyed dragon.

When I used to play with other children, there would always be someone who acted as the bad guy. Aren’t those bad guys all one-eyed?

If you act like this, don’t you become a bad person?

He Jia Geng should not be a bad guy, but a hero.

But without his eyeballs, he is a bad guy.

Bangge's head was in confusion, his expression was sad, and his eyes were about to turn red.

"Banggan, don't dare cry!"

Qin Huairu saw Banggan like this and quickly stopped her. If the tears caused inflammation, the doctor said it would not be good for the patient.

"Look, the chicken soup grandma brought also has meat."

Qin Huairu diverted Bangge's attention.

When he heard that there was still meat, Banggeng immediately looked inside the lunch box. If he could eat meat, that would be fine.

"Milk, I want to eat meat."

"Ah, this, I'll buy you some milk when I get home."

"No, I want to eat meat, chicken."

Banggen was reluctant, and Mrs. Jia Zhang was a little flustered, "Banggen, this is a chicken. When the milk comes, all the chicken will be eaten by your sisters."

"You lied to me, you still have oil on your mouth, you secretly eat it"

Banggan was not easy to fool. He pointed at the corner of Jia Zhang's mouth. There was white silk between the yellow teeth. It must be chicken.

After hearing BangGeng's commotion, other people in the ward immediately looked over with contempt.

"This old woman even eats the flesh of patients? Isn't she her biological child?"

"You can tell by looking at the meat. He must be indolent and indolent. He probably ate it secretly not once or twice."

"This kind of person should be sent to the farm to be renovated and renovated. What kind of thing?"

A group of people in the ward scolded Mrs. Jia Zhang in front of her face.

Jia Zhang lowered her head and did not dare to reply, mainly because she was afraid of being beaten.

But the transformation the other party mentioned is still very lethal.

In this era, transformation is not just a matter of talk, nor is it a difficult task. As long as someone reports to the street office and the masses agree, this person will most likely have to undergo transformation.

Mrs. Jia Zhang was so panicked that the lunch box in her hand started to shake.

Qin Huairu stepped forward and took the lunch box, "Mom, can little Sophora japonica eat meat? How much can a little girl eat?"

"You'd better go back quickly and get some."

Qin Huairu stared at Jia Zhang and gritted her teeth.

Jia Zhang was stunned, lowered her head, and left quickly without saying a word.

"Mom, hurry up, don't keep us waiting too long."

Jia Zhang paused and immediately sped off.

Criminal Investigation Courtyard

Team Leader Yu looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him, not daring to take a breath.

Even though this old man has age spots on his face and has difficulty walking, he is their core's 'treasure', and he is still a treasure.

He can use blurry pictures and photos, use his own calculations and judgments, and then draw the owner's appearance, with an accuracy of 80 to 90%.

This is already very rare without the current surveillance system.

Team leader Yu came with blurry photos, just to let the old man take a look and see what he could find.

Although he has no appearance, the old man's lifetime experience can also provide some clues.

"Xiao Yu!"

The old man took off his reading glasses, wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, and said only one sentence, and Team Leader Yu immediately recorded the tense note.

"The style of clothing in this photo was popular for a period of time during the Republic of China. The white dots on it are plum blossoms. I remember that girls in Shanghai particularly liked to wear this for a while."

"Besides, this person is a female, between 150-160cm tall, and weighed about 80-90 kilograms at the time."

"Age? I'm about 35 years old."

"The feet are bound. But the right foot is larger than the left foot. It should be that the right foot is the focus and walking too much has caused the result."

"In this case, at her age, I guess it was caused by the injury to her left leg and psychological suggestion."

"It would be great if we could find pictures of the footprints."

The old man was talking one sentence after another, but Team Leader Yu didn't expect that so many things could be seen in a small piece of photo.

"Huang Lao, tell me, after so many years, will there be any changes?"

Mr. Huang picked up the cup and moistened his throat, "It's hard to say the weight, but the height won't differ much."

"By the way, if this person had not passed away, he would have had something to rely on since his left foot had been injured and it has been inconvenient to walk for so many years."

"You can pay attention to who uses crutches and then walks with his right leg first when walking. You can focus on checking."

When Mr. Huang said his suggestion, Team Leader Yu immediately understood it. This was a key clue.

"Thank you, Mr. Huang. Please take a rest and take your leave."

"Go, go, I'll go play chess with Lao Xing later."

Team Leader Yu left quickly and came to the office.

Xiaobo had already rushed back, holding a document bag in his hand, which contained pictures that had been enlarged and repaired in the photo studio.

"Team leader, these are the pictures compiled according to your request."

Team Leader Yu read it over and nodded, "Distribute it to the street office, police station and various brigade headquarters, and let them mobilize the masses to look for it."

"If you mobilize the masses, will that alert others?"

"Snatch the enemy in the grass? Well, we were worried too much at the beginning. This time we want to let them see what people's war is and what people's power is."

Xiaobo nodded immediately, he had wanted to do this for a long time.

In the past, when they were working underground, they were afraid of being discovered.

Now that the roles are reversed, it's their turn to make a big move.

"In addition, the investigation of all elderly women aged 60-70 years old must be carried out secretly."

"yes!"

Xiaobo didn't know why he did this, but he probably had some clues.

"By the way, how is Xiao Liu?"

"I'm lying in the hospital. My body is recovering well, but I can't get out of bed. I'm almost dying."

Xiaobo said, "He is still arguing and going to attend the funeral tomorrow."

Team Leader Yu was silent.

The next day, Yang Xiaotao got dressed, opened the door, and left the ward.

At the door, Lou Xiao'e stood aside, along with Wang Hao.

Both of them were wearing plain clothes, with black gauze wrapped around their left arms.

He reached out and took the black veil from Lou Xiao'e, and Yang Xiaotao put it on his left arm. The three of them had a brief exchange and walked outside.

At the end of the corridor, there was also someone waiting.

"Director Wang."

Yang Xiaotao stepped forward to say hello.

Factory Director Wang looked good. In fact, he felt that nothing happened yesterday and wanted to come over to see Yang Xiaotao. However, he was stopped by the security guards and had to wait until today.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

"alright."

The two of them spoke simple words, but their hands were tightly held together.

"Let's go together."

Factory Director Wang took the black gauze handed over by Wang Hao, feeling respectful to this 'warrior' he had never seen before.

If Yang Xiaotao saved him, then this soldier saved everyone.

Without his dedication, neither of them would be able to stand here today.

The four of them walked out of the door together and looked up at the sky. It was cloudy again.

I just don’t know if the rain can fall.

Taking a car sent by the steel rolling mill, we arrived in front of the courtyard.

After getting off the car, Yang Xiaotao saw Platoon Leader Du at the door. He was wearing a military uniform with black gauze on his arms. Although he couldn't see it, everyone who came would come up to greet him.

He is the person closest to Hao Ren.

Beside him was Li Qing, who was also dressed solemnly.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao coming, Li Qing whispered in Platoon Leader Du's ear, and Platoon Leader Du raised his head and looked this way.

Yang Xiaotao calmed down, walked quickly to Platoon Leader Du, and held his somewhat cold hand.

"Platoon Leader Du!"

The voice was a little trembling.

Platoon Leader Du patted Yang Xiaotao's hand and said, "Just fine, you're fine."

"It would be great if you could come."

Yang Xiaotao nodded and then walked into the courtyard.

Factory Director Wang also followed behind him, and Lou Xiao'e introduced the two of them before, and their hands were tighter.

Yang Xiaotao and others came to the yard and saw Secretary Liu, Xu Yuanshan, Zhao Chuanjun, Director Wang, Director Zhang from the police station, and the veterans from the steel rolling mill.

Everyone saw Yang Xiaotao's appearance and just nodded.

Then he walked into the house, where there was a coffin, fruits on the desk, and a black and white photo.

Above, Hao Ren is wearing a military uniform and a hat, smiling.

Yang Xiaotao bowed solemnly, then walked aside and stood next to Xu Yuanshan.

Gradually, more and more people came, many of them wearing old military uniforms. They saluted Hao Ren with a military salute, then walked to the side and stood there like a benchmark to see off their old comrades.

"Uncle Xu, where is Squad Leader Hao going?"

"Martyrs."

Yang Xiaotao nodded.

There is the best place for him.