Lawyer's character

Wang Deyou held a cigarette in his mouth, freed up his hands and began to applaud: "Yes, if you can become famous, you really have two brushes. Don't accept it."

"Stop talking nonsense, how did the second instance court decide?" Fang Yi scolded with a smile.

"The court of second instance revoked the judgment of the court of first instance, convicted the defendant of intentional injury, and sentenced him to twelve years in prison," Wang Deyou said.

The Intermediate People's Court held that the criminal facts of the public prosecution's charge that Guan Xianghong, the defendant in the original trial, beat the victim Guan Yan and caused Guan Yan's death were clear. According to the provisions of Articles 234 and 260 of the Criminal Law, the crime of intentional injury and the crime of abuse have different charges. There is no legal conflict between the two crimes. The first-instance court ruled in accordance with the law. According to the principle of competing and combined treatment, it was an improper application of the law to determine that Guan Xianghong committed the crime of abuse.

Guan Xianghong used violent means to intentionally injure the victim's body and cause his death. His behavior constituted the crime of intentional injury. In summary, the original judgment was wrong, and the first reason for protest raised by the protest agency was established and supported.

The harmful behavior of the defendant Guan Xianghong in the original trial has resulted in the death of the victim. According to the provisions of Article 234 of the "Criminal Law", he should be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of more than ten years, life imprisonment or death. The original sentence of seven years' imprisonment for Guan Xianghong was inappropriate and should be changed. The second reason for protest raised by the protest agency is established and supported.

In accordance with the provisions of Article 189 (2) of the Criminal Procedure Law and Article 234 (2) of the Criminal Law, the verdict is as follows:

1. Revoke the criminal judgment of the County People’s Court.

2. The defendant Guan Xianghong in the original trial was guilty of intentional injury and was sentenced to twelve years in prison.

"Twelve years! A life, and it's his own daughter!" Wang Deyou said with a complicated expression.

"That's how things are in the world. Things are unpredictable! Tomorrow will always be full of unknowns." Fang Yi sighed.

Seeing that Wang Deyou's expression was a little heavy, Fang Yi changed the subject: "Okay, don't think so much. You are not Guanyin Bodhisattva. You can't save all sentient beings. How is the study of the second child in your family?"

"Fortunately, seeing her sister is like a mouse seeing a cat. When eating, he prepares bowls and chopsticks for his sister first. If there is anything delicious, he will go to his sister first. He treats his sister better than me." Wang Deyou said.

"This shows that the relationship between siblings is harmonious." Fang Yi said with a smile.

"He's a harmonious person. His sister uses him as a pushover. If something goes wrong, she will be tutored in homework in the evening and that's the execution ground. It's a tragedy."

But we, as a couple, have made an agreement with our daughter. Not only do we have to pay for tutoring, we also cannot interfere with other tutoring courses. "Wang Deyou looked happy and helpless. He didn't know whether his son was improving in his studies, or whether his daughter had succeeded repeatedly and his son was honest. Anyway, he was just a little gloating.

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The leaves on the trees are turning yellow, and the autumn wind is blowing, and the leaves are dancing like butterflies with the autumn wind.

Weekend, village, mountain.

Fang Yi was wearing camouflage uniforms, carrying a basket made of wattle sticks on his back, and holding a long stick in his hand. He was beating wormwood while walking along the mountain road. Behind him were his son Fang Anzhi and his father Fang Youcai.

"Our land...isn't it all deserted!" Fang Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the small terraced fields in the ravine.

"No one is planting good land these days, let alone this kind of mountainous land. The ditch in front is our family's land, and there are plenty of persimmons. You can pick them." Fang Youcai walked over leisurely, Panting heavily, he pointed to the ravine in the distance and said.

"Yes, the large flat land can be farmed mechanically. The land in our village is small in the east and west, and it is not big, so we can only rely on manual labor." Fang Yi looked along the direction of his father's finger. There were persimmon trees, neither tall nor big. There are ravines from bottom to top, and they are covered with red lanterns and persimmons, which look very festive.

"Ten years ago, the village called on everyone to plant fruit trees, and they specially introduced varieties from Shanxi Province. Although the persimmons are not big, they are good materials for making persimmons. However, in recent years, people in the village have gone away, and no one is willing to put in the effort. It's not worth making persimmons any more. It's very difficult to pick them and transport them home, so they can only rot in the ground." Fang Youcai sat on a big rock at the edge of the field and smoked a dry cigarette.

"Okay, you can sit here and rest. I'll go to the fields to pick some. We'll go back in a while. Xiaozhi, give me the bamboo pole used to pick persimmons." Fang Yi reached out and took the nearly three-meter-long bamboo pole handed over by his son. bamboo.

Picking persimmons is called "picking" because the bamboo pole used has an opening in the shape of a duck's mouth at the top. The back of the duck's mouth is tied tightly with wire to prevent the bamboo pole from splitting.

When picking persimmons, use the duck's mouth of the bamboo pole to clamp the thinner branch behind the persimmon, and then twist it hard until the branch breaks, and the persimmon with the branch hangs on the duck's mouth of the bamboo pole and falls down.

There are also ones with a cloth pocket on the top, and the persimmons are picked and dropped into the cloth pocket. However, generally in the north, especially in the Beijing and Hebei areas, duck-billed bamboo poles or wooden poles are used (a duck-billed hook is made with wire on the top, which functions like a duck's beak).

Fang Yi waded through the waist-high wormwood and used the bamboo pole in his hand to stir up the surrounding wormwood to avoid being startled by snakes and insects. Fang Anzhi followed his father to the persimmon tree, and the father and son began to pick persimmons.

Fang Yi can't remember the last time he came to the mountains here to grow peanuts and cotton, but it must have been before going to college. It seems that his mother was still alive at that time. Now that I think about how many decades have passed, I can't help but think of my childhood life. Although it was hard at that time and there was a lack of clothes and clothing, the family was happy, at least I was happy.

In the blink of an eye, time passed by. Everything seemed to have happened not long ago, and I was already in my forties!

Fang Yi was exhausted after picking most of the basket of persimmons. It wasn't because the pole was heavy, but because he kept looking up, which was so uncomfortable. For a person who has been working at a desk for a long time, this should be regarded as heavy physical labor. After all, his physical fitness is not good enough.

As the saying goes, it's easy to go up the mountain, but hard to go down. Fang Yi was walking down the mountain road carrying fifty or sixty kilograms of tomatoes. His feet slipped from time to time, and he was so nervous that he broke into a cold sweat.

The mountain road is not the kind of paved steps in the park. Sometimes it is gravel, sometimes it is grass. The road surface is irregular. Some places have been washed by rain, and the foot is slippery and full of gravel.

After finally getting on the cement road in the village, Fang Yi's pounding heart calmed down.

Fang Youcai looked at his son who was sweating profusely and struggling to carry the basket, and he nagged: "You are really not in good health. I remember back in the day, when the production team recorded work points, the baskets we carried were bigger than yours, and we had to carry excrement up the mountain every day. , a basket weighs two to three hundred pounds. You have to walk this mountain road at least twice a day. With your physique..."