Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Yan Bugui and Yang Ruihua both sighed, and Yan Bugui suddenly thought of an idea, so he waited for Liu Haizhong to come back from get off work to discuss it.

Zhang Dabao really couldn't stay at home and complained to Yide, saying that this was not his style, nor was it the principle that a monk should follow.

Zhang Dabao rode his motorcycle, found a sheep from the space, bought two packs of cigarettes and a box of Erguotou, and came to the Hongxing Police Station.

"Da Biao, what does this mean?" Zhang Weihua saw a whole sheep in Zhang Da Biao's car bed, as well as wine and cigarettes.

"Uncle Zhang, I miss you now. I went to the countryside to purchase supplies on Sunday and shot a sheep. I wanted to raise it until New Year to eat it, but it suddenly died this morning. I thought you worked so hard, and the sheep died so timely, wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't eat it? I've brought it to you now," said Zhang Dashi.

"Da Biao, what does our hard work have to do with you, a clerk in the supply and marketing department of a factory? Speak nicely," Zhang Weihua said seriously.

"Uncle Zhang, I really don't want to ask you to do anything. It seems that you are really Bao Gong in the world. I originally wanted to express my condolences, but I didn't expect that you didn't want it. I wanted to shine the bright moon, but the bright moon only shines on the ditch. Uncle Zhang, I'm leaving." Zhang Dabao pulled the car box and wanted to leave.

"Stop, the stuff has already arrived at our police station and you still want to take it away? What are you thinking? Brothers, accept Dabiao's kindness," Zhang Weihua said to the two police officers beside him.

The two policemen had been staring at the sheep in the car, wishing they could eat it alive. When they heard the director said no, they almost stepped on the ground in a hurry. Now when they heard the director say to keep it, they rushed up, one took the sheep and the other took cigarettes and alcohol, and then ran to the kitchen.

"Kill the sheep!" a policeman shouted towards the kitchen, and seven or eight policemen came out of the office to help.

Zhang Weihua accepted the things and went to his office with Zhang Dabao.

"Tell me, why?" Zhang Weihua asked Zhang Dabao directly.

"Uncle Zhang, I offended a villain and he reported me, but the district investigated and found it was a false accusation. I heard that you have been caught," Zhang Dabao said, looking at Zhang Weihua.

"Da Biao, you can't see Yan Jiecheng. This is the rule. You have to understand me. This is a state agency after all." Zhang Weihua's meaning was very clear. You cannot go in to retaliate.

"Uncle Zhang, I have no intention of going in. I think my brothers have enough to eat, so we need to practice our skills. We cannot lower our requirements for our professional level just because it is a peaceful time. Can a morally corrupt person be reformed in half a month?" Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"Yan Jiecheng is such a scum, and he also has martial arts skills, you really are kidding me; it would be better to let him stay in there for a few more days, so that he won't report others everywhere." Zhang Weihua understood what Zhang Dabao meant, and asked the police officers in the station to take care of Yan Jiecheng. It was not a big deal, so Zhang Weihua agreed.

The two chatted for a few minutes and then Zhang Dabao said goodbye and left.

Zhang Weihua called in the young man who had just taken the sheep, Cao Lianbiao.

"Lian Biao, what do you think Da Biao means by coming here?" Zhang Weihua asked.

"There must be something wrong. The investment is so huge. This sheep weighs more than 50 kilograms. There is also wine and cigarettes," said Cao Lianbiao.

"There is really something. Yan Jiecheng who just came in this morning is his enemy. He wants the brothers to take proper care of him. You go and do it. Yan Jiecheng is not in good health, so just show some respect to him," said Zhang Weihua.

"Don't worry, I'm full, I just need to move around a bit," Cao Lianbiao thought. He didn't think it was a big deal. It was just a small matter, but two cigarettes were too much. So he decided to give Yan Jiecheng some extra money.

In the afternoon, Yan Jiecheng started crying. Two police officers came and took him to the interrogation room. They tied him to a rack and started beating him with a whip. While beating him, they kept asking, "Will you tell me? Will you tell me?"

Yan Jiecheng started crying after being hit a few times. What should I say? I don't know, but the pain in his body was unbearable. The fear and pain made him cry non-stop and he couldn't speak.

After finally finishing beating one person, they took over as the next person, still whipping him with a small whip, and asking him while beating, "Will you tell me? Will you tell me?" The beating lasted for more than an hour.

After being beaten, Yan Jiecheng was sent back to the detention room. When the prisoners inside saw how severely he had been tortured, some of them felt sorry for him and even gave him some food.

"Brother, why are you being beaten?" a middle-aged man asked Yan Jiecheng.

"I..." Yan Jiecheng was confused. Why was I beaten? What did they want to know? The key point was that I didn't know.

The middle-aged man thought that Yan Jiecheng was not in a position to speak, so he silently gave him a thumbs up, thinking to himself, brother, you are really a man.

Liu Haizhong came back from get off work and was stopped by Yan Bugui at the gate of the courtyard. The two discussed for a while at Yan's house and then went to Yi Zhonghai's house.

"Old Yi, Jie Cheng made a mistake, but Da Biao didn't suffer any losses. Let's hold a meeting of the entire hospital. I will apologize to Da Biao in public. When Jie Cheng comes back, I will let him go back to his hometown. What do you think?" Yan Bugui asked Yi Zhonghai.

"Old Yan, what you said is of no use to Zhang Dabao. It's better for you to go to the meeting by yourself. You know how vicious his words are." Yi Zhonghai thought for a while and rejected Yan Bugui's proposal.

"You can't go, so Lao Liu and I will go together. We can't let a young man make the decisions in the yard, right? Lao Yi, can you help me think about what to say when we go to the backyard?" Yan Bugui made a new request.

Now Yi Zhonghai couldn't refuse, "What you just said is very good, add two more sentences..."

After dinner, Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui came to Zhang Dabao's house.

"Da Biao, have you eaten?" Yan Bugui asked.

"Teacher Yan, Master Liu, please take a seat. Dongxu, go and make two cups of tea." Zhang Dabao wanted to hear what the two had to say.

"Da Biao, I only found out about Jie Cheng's situation after he went to jail. I apologize to you on his behalf," said Yan Bugui.

"Teacher Yan, we are all neighbors. There's no need to apologize. I don't take it to heart," Zhang Dabia said with a smile.

"I knew you had a good heart, Dabiao. Jie Cheng is only 20 years old this year. He has no job to begin with, and his reputation has been ruined by Zhao Chunyan. If he stays in there for 15 days, how will he find a job when he gets out? How will he find a wife?" Yan Bugui said.

"That makes sense, but why are you telling me this? Shouldn't you go to the district and ask?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Who do we know in the district? Dabiao, you didn't suffer any losses, right? Can you let him go? Go and talk to the police station and ask them to release him?" Yan Bugui said.