Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

As Chen Weiguo passed by his own house, he spat and muttered curses under his breath.

After Liu Xiangyang waited for him to walk forward, he quickly went inside the house, where everyone was already there.

"Bingbing, quickly take Roland and find Uncle Zhang. I'll leave a mark along the way, and you can lead him to find us by following the marks."

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" the women asked all at once.

"And you all hurry back home too. That Zhang Weiguo stole my bicycle, I don't know what he's up to. Bingbing, you two go quickly, I'll go after him first." After saying that, Liu Xiangyang went to chase after Zhang Weiguo.

Liu Xiangyang ran carefully for a while and saw Zhang Weiguo's figure. He was pushing his bicycle and was almost at the riverbank.

Zhang Weiguo pushed the car to the abandoned melon shed by the river, panting with excitement, but his face was filled with an almost manic excitement.

He took a breath and threw the car directly into the river, which was the most thorough destruction. "Liu Xiangyang, just wait for the charge of damaging public property to be brought to your head."

"You can't pin the charge of damaging public property on me," Liu Xiangyang said to Zhang Weiguo as he emerged from the shadows after seeing that the bicycle had been completely submerged by the river.

"Who? Liu... Liu Xiangyang, what are you doing here?"

"You threw the bicycle the bureau assigned to me into the river. If I didn't come, wouldn't that be damaging public property?"

As Zhang Weiguo watched the bicycle sink into the icy river, a twisted sense of pleasure appeared on his face. Suddenly, a sound from behind him struck him like a thunderbolt, and he froze.

"The charge of damaging public property doesn't apply to me," Liu Xiangyang's calm voice came from the shadows behind him.

Zhang Weiguo turned around in a daze, only to see Liu Xiangyang standing there at some point, the moonlight illuminating half of his face, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Who? Liu... Liu Xiangyang, what are you doing here?!" Zhang Weiguo's voice changed due to extreme fear. He subconsciously took half a step back, his heel almost touching the soft edge of the riverbank.

"You threw the bicycle the bureau assigned to me into the river. If I hadn't come, wouldn't it have really become damage to public property and be irretrievable?" Liu Xiangyang took two steps forward, his gaze sweeping across the dark water before settling back on Zhang Weiguo's pale face. "Zhang Weiguo, how dare you!"

"I...I didn't! It was the car itself..." Zhang Weiguo stammered, trying to argue, but under Liu Xiangyang's all-seeing gaze, all his words choked in his throat.

"Did it slide down by itself? Or did Zhao Xuri throw it?" Liu Xiangyang's tone was tinged with sarcasm. "Zhang Weiguo, I saw everything from when you picked the lock and stole the car, spat and cursed at my doorstep, to when you pushed it all the way here and threw it into the river."

"Tell me, will the comrades from the commune or the county public security bureau believe your claim that 'the car slid down by itself,' or will they believe my testimony, and..." He paused, then raised his voice, "and the village officials who are about to arrive?"

As if to confirm his words, hurried footsteps and the flickering beam of a flashlight came from afar, and Xue Bingbing's anxious voice could be faintly heard pointing: "Uncle Zhang, over here! By the river!"

Zhang Weiguo suddenly turned his head and saw several flashlight beams moving rapidly toward them. The tall figure leading the way was none other than Zhang Tiejun, the village party secretary! Beside him were Wang Lixin and Luo Lan, whose face was pale and who was biting her lip tightly.

His last glimmer of hope collapsed instantly. Zhang Weiguo's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the muddy riverbank, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

He had considered the possibility of being arrested, but he never expected to be caught so thoroughly and so quickly, especially on the spot where the crime was committed, and with so many high-profile witnesses.

"Village Chief Zhang, Captain Wang, you've come at the right time." Liu Xiangyang stepped forward, pointing to Zhang Weiguo, who was slumped on the ground, and the pitch-black river surface, his tone heavy and clear.

"Zhang Weiguo broke into my work bicycle tonight and stole it, then threw it into the river to destroy it." I chased after him after discovering this, but it was too late. I only saw him push the bicycle into the river; it was too late to stop him. I will write a self-criticism and submit it to the bureau. The bicycle is currently in the river below."

Zhang Tiejun's flashlight beam immediately swept across the river, illuminating Zhang Weiguo's distraught face, which instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Wang Lixin also gasped, both shocked and furious: "Zhang Weiguo! You...you've really lost your mind! That's public property!"

"I...I didn't...I..." Zhang Weiguo tried to struggle, but under the undeniable facts and the angry gazes of the crowd, any explanation seemed pale and laughable.

Zhang Tiejun squatted down, picked up the piece of wire that had been left on the riverbank, and shone his flashlight on Zhang Weiguo's trousers, where the obvious mud splatter marks and cart tracks spoke volumes.

He stood up and looked at Liu Xiangyang: "Xiangyang, what do you think about this..."

Liu Xiangyang took a deep breath, looking both heartbroken and angry: "Village Chief Zhang, Captain Wang, the bicycle is public property, and more importantly, it's an important tool for me to carry out my work."

"Zhang Weiguo's behavior is not just simple theft, but deliberate destruction of collective property, which is extremely egregious."

"What pains me even more is that he did this as if he had a personal grudge against me and was retaliating. I believe this matter must be dealt with seriously to give an explanation to the collective and to serve as a warning to other comrades."

Zhang Tiejun and Liu Xiangyang exchanged a glance, then Zhang Tiejun nodded emphatically and said to Wang Lixin, "Lixin, keep an eye on the person first! Tomorrow morning, hold a general meeting of all commune members to clarify this matter! And report it to the county!"

Wang Lixin immediately stepped forward and pulled the limp Zhang Weiguo to his feet like a chick: "Come on! Go back and think carefully about how to explain yourself!"

When Zhang Weiguo was dragged away, he was deathly pale. He knew that he was completely finished. He would be publicly criticized, severely punished, and might even be sent to a labor camp... His future was bleak.

Zhang Tiejun sighed again at Liu Xiangyang: "Xiangyang, I'm sorry you had to go through this. I will definitely handle this matter seriously. As for the bicycle... I will try my best to find a way to get it for you."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, for upholding justice for me." Liu Xiangyang looked grateful. "The bicycle is a small matter; the discipline and atmosphere of the group are important. We can't let one bad apple spoil the whole bunch."

Zhang Tiejun patted him on the shoulder, glanced at Luo Lan, who had a complicated expression and seemed hesitant to speak, not saying anything more, and led his men to escort Zhang Weiguo back. Xue Bingbing quickly ran to Liu Xiangyang's side and looked him up and down with concern.

"Xiangyang, are you alright?"

Liu Xiangyang shook his head slightly at her and Luo Lan, indicating that he was fine.

He looked in the direction Zhang Weiguo was taken away, then glanced at Roland, who was in a daze.

"Roland, are you still feeling wronged?"

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