Siheyuan: I am the seventh uncle of Banggen

"Brother Xiong, Brother Hao's yard is at No. 8, Zhengjia Hutong. Brother Hao was also hit several times. You go and take a look. Send someone to take him to the hospital. I'll call a doctor." Xiaojun said and left the police station. Xiong Rongguang asked a young man to go with Xiaojun.

Xiong Rongguang became anxious when he heard Xiaojun's words. Not only had the deputy minister's son been beaten and was almost dying, but the minister's child had also been beaten. He took five people and pedaled his bicycle all the way to No. 8 Zhengjia Hutong.

"Yu Hao, what's going on?" Xiong Rongguang came to the yard and saw several people lying in the yard. The owner of the house, Yu Hao, was also sitting on the ground with messy hair and a bleeding nose. It seemed that he had indeed been beaten.

"Brother Xiong, our brothers were beaten today, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you," Yu Hao said with a wry smile.

"Who beat you? Is he someone we know? How many people were there? Why did they beat you like this?" Xiong Rongguang asked several questions.

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. There was only one man, but he beat us like this. The man who beat him is called Han Ming. He is the third son of Han Cheng, deputy director of the Metallurgical Bureau of the Ministry of Machinery Industry. We are not acquaintances, but we know each other," said Yu Hao.

"No, why did Han Ming hit you?" Xiong Rongguang naturally knew Han Ming.

"Who knew? He and Wang Peng said they wanted to bring some foreign wine to play together. You know Wang Peng is young and they are from the same courtyard, so it was hard to refuse, so we agreed. Unexpectedly, Han Ming came into the courtyard and beat Wang Peng first. The one holding his head is Wang Peng. When we brothers saw Han Ming beating Wang Peng, we went over to persuade him, but we didn't expect Han Ming to beat us all. I really embarrassed myself this time," said Yu Hao.

"He's alone? Is it really Han Ming?" Xiong Rongguang still had some doubts.

"It's really Han Ming who is alone. So many brothers are watching us. You can take a separate statement. Wang Peng is in the same courtyard with him and meets him every day. How could he admit his mistake? I know Deputy Director Han is not someone you want to mess with. Brother Xiong, if you are afraid, we will never say anything else. I will go to the Ministry of Public Security tomorrow. I don't believe that there is no place for reason in this world?" Yu Hao was unhappy when he saw that Xiong Rongguang was a little hesitant.

"That's not what I meant. I don't know Han Ming. Brother, come with me. I'm going to the compound of the Ministry of Machinery Industry," said Xiong Rongguang.

"Let me go. Han Ming just punched me in the stomach twice. I was in so much pain that I couldn't stand up. I feel better now," said a young man as he stood up, but he was still bent over.

"Okay, Qiulai, you and Brother Xiong go for a trip," said Yu Hao.

Xiong Rongguang and his group of six rode towards the Ministry of Machinery Industry's staff quarters. When they were almost at their destination, a white figure appeared on the street ahead, pushing a bicycle forward.

He was wearing a white shirt, black pants, and Liberation shoes. One could smell the alcohol on him from ten meters away. "Director Xiong, the person in front is Han Ming," said Zhao Qiulai, sitting on the back seat of a bicycle.

"Can you recognize it from such a distance?" Xiong Rongguang asked.

"He beat me so hard, would I be able to recognize him even if he turned into ashes?" Zhao Qiu said.

"Han Ming" Xiong Rongguang and others stopped in front of Han Ming and called his name.

"What for?" Han Ming was in pain all over, very tired, and in a bad mood, so he was very unhappy when several people stopped him.

"What's going on, Han Ming, where are you from?" Xiong Rongguang asked.

"What the hell is it to you?" Han Ming asked directly.

"Did you go to Zhengjia Hutong?" another policeman asked.

"What does it have to do with you whether I go there or not? Are you sick? Can't you see that I'm not feeling well? I have a headache and body pain now. I need to go home and rest," Han Ming said, pointing to the dirt on his body.

Chapter 299 Warning Effect

Han Ming's words directly angered the police. "You smell like alcohol. Do you really think you can do whatever you want when you are drunk? Do you really think your father can handle everything for you? You hit the wrong people. These people are not ordinary people."

"Boy, you are so arrogant. You dare to talk like this after hitting someone. You hit others, and they can't fight back?" The police officer who spoke just now was not happy. He thought, you hit so many people, isn't it normal to get two hits on your body? At least you can still walk. There are still a few people lying in the courtyard of No. 8 Zhengjia Hutong. They didn't say anything, but you said you were not feeling well.

"I say whatever I want to say. It's none of your business." Han Ming was spoiled by his mother and was still a little drunk. He had no vision at all and could not recognize the current situation at all.

"Take him to the police station and let him rest there. Ask him what it is after he sobers up." Xiong Rongguang said angrily to his men.

Several police officers came up and knocked Han Ming to the ground and handcuffed him.

At this time, Zhao Qiu came over and kicked Han Ming hard in the stomach twice, "Can't you fight? Where is your ability? How dare you hit my stomach."

"Kid, just wait. I didn't hit you lightly, and you still dare to call the police? Wait until I come out, and you'll see if I beat you to death?" Han Ming said angrily.

"This kid is too arrogant. Take him back and lock him up first, and then interrogate him after dawn. Qiulai, you and Yu Hao and others will go to the police station tomorrow morning to write a record so that we can improve the evidence. Also, you also know that this person has connections above, so you'd better let Yu Hao give a call to the Municipal Bureau. If the Municipal Bureau or the Branch Bureau orders us to release him, we have no choice but to obey," said Xiong Rongguang.

"Brother Xiong, thank you. Don't worry, I will definitely convey your message. You have arrested the man, and we brothers will remember the favor. You don't have to worry about the rest." Zhao Qiulai naturally knew what Xiong Rongguang was talking about.

In this way, Han Ming was taken to the police station, where he cursed for most of the night. He fell asleep when it was almost dawn because he was tired of cursing.

Wang Peng was punched three times in the face last night, and his nose was fractured. The pain prevented him from sleeping well all night. He had to go to the police station to give a statement in the morning, so he got up while enduring the pain.

He was beaten, and when he returned home his parents naturally saw how he looked after being beaten. Wang Peng's mother wanted to find Han Cheng and Wei Jingjing to ask them why. Deputy Minister Wang stopped his wife and said, "The police have intervened, so let's just handle the matter impartially." He didn't say anything else. Although Wang Peng's mother was very angry, she still held back.

Wang Peng forced himself to eat something in the morning, and went out with his mother on his bicycle. He happened to meet Han Ming's mother Wei Jingjing at the gate of the courtyard.

"Xiaopeng, isn't Xiaoming with you? You're back, why didn't he come back last night?" Wei Jingjing saw Wang Peng and walked up to say hello.

"Pooh!" Wang Peng spat, glared at Wei Jingjing, then turned around and walked away.

"Sister-in-law, what does Xiaopeng mean by this?" Wei Jingjing asked Wang Peng's mother dissatisfiedly.

"Wei Jingjing, I'm not familiar with you, and I'm not your sister-in-law. If you have anything to say, just call me by my name. Also, I think Xiaopeng is fine like this. It's good enough that he doesn't use force against people like you. What a fool! You're the only smart one." Wang Peng's mother said a few words to Wei Jingjing and left.

At the entrance of the Mechanical Industry Department, Wei Jingjing was left confused. "Did you take medicine? Did I provoke you? You are all crazy," Wei Jingjing cursed in a low voice and walked out of the hospital.

After beating the man, Zhang Dabao left No. 8 Zhengjia Hutong, walked through two small alleys, changed his clothes and shoes, took out his motorcycle, and returned to No. 95.

"Seventh uncle, are you going to drink?" At the door of the backyard house, Jia Dongxu, He Yuzhu and Xu Damao were drinking tea. Jia Dongxu saw Zhang Dabao coming over, smelling of alcohol, so he asked.

"A comrade came and had a drink. What were they talking about?" Zhang Dabao also sat down, and Jia Dongxu quickly poured him a cup of tea.

"Speaking of Huang Shengli, this bastard actually made so much money," said Xu Damao.

"When a small official embezzles money, no one will notice it, and the amount he embezzles each time is not much, so it is relatively safer. But he can't stand doing this every day. He may embezzle dozens or hundreds of dollars a day. As time goes by, the money will naturally increase," said Zhang Dabao.

"Don't you see how well Huang Shengli lives? He rides a bicycle that makes noises everywhere except the bell. He eats the same as us, or even worse than us. Why does he want to make so much money?" Xu Damao asked.

"I'm not seeking anything, it's just desire, the longing for money in my heart. It's hard for most people to resist the temptation of money," said Zhang Dabao with a sigh.

"Now it's over, everything is gone. Huang Shengli was executed today. All the middle-level managers in our factory went there, except you. All the team leaders and above in our kitchen went to see it, and with a bang, his head was smashed into pieces," said He Yuzhu.

"Huang Shengli's death was of some value, as he also served as a warning," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"Zhu Zi, aren't you afraid?" Xu Damao asked He Yuzhu.

"What is there to be afraid of? If you are selfless, the world will be wide open to you. I am not corrupt and I have nothing to hide. Why should I be afraid?" He Yuzhu said.

"Does this mean that you are not afraid of seeing dead people?" Xu Damao asked again.

"When I was a kid, I sold buns on the street. I saw the soldiers shooting and killing people with my own eyes. I was scared the first time, but I wasn't afraid anymore. Da Biao has been a soldier and killed many enemies. If I were afraid, would I still be a soldier and kill the enemy?" He Yuzhu said after taking a sip of tea.

"Brother Zhuzi is right. I was a little scared at the beginning, but once the gun sounded, I was not afraid of anything because bullets have no eyes. There is no point in being afraid." Zhang Dabao sighed and thought of his old comrades-in-arms, especially the one from Datong, Shanxi.

"Man's fate is determined by heaven," He Yuzhu also said.

"Dongxu, I'm going to ask the children to help me dig sweet potatoes on Sunday. You can help them collect them one day. If anyone has a knife, please lend me one. Cut the sweet potatoes and dry them into dried sweet potatoes. It can also help prevent the spread of the virus," Zhang Dabao said to Jia Dongxu.

"No need to borrow, my dad has it, I can just go get it and cut it for you, I'm good at this job," said Xu Damao.

"Let me help with cooking. Today is Thursday. Dabiao, what dishes do you plan to cook?" He Yuzhu asked.

"I'll go to the countryside tomorrow and see if I can hunt a wild boar or a yellow sheep. If I can't, I'll go fishing. I can always catch some fish," Zhang Dabao said to He Yuzhu.

Chapter 300: Han Ming is in trouble

"If all else fails, just eat geese. They are too noisy. They make a noise at the slightest noise, which directly affects my sleep," said Jia Dongxu.

"Dad, you're going too far. You always want to eat our goose. Grandma..." Banggeng heard it in the house.

"Stop shouting, I don't want to eat anymore," Jia Dongxu said to his son.

But what Jia Dongxu said was a little late. Zhang Cuihua, who was enjoying the cool under the locust tree in the middle courtyard, had already heard her grandson's voice. When she came over, she asked the reason, picked up a broom and walked towards Jia Dongxu.

"I've already told you I don't want to eat anymore, Mom. I'm not really eating, I'm just saying that. Mom, you just don't listen to me..." Jia Dongxu turned around to explain to his mother while running out, but was chased out of the yard by Zhang Cuihua.

Everyone in the backyard and the middle yard was laughing. It was another day in the Jia family where the mother was loving and the son was filial. It was so warm.

Zhang Dabiao rode his motorcycle into the mountains at dawn. It was autumn, and the animals on the mountain were at their fattest. After the autumn harvest, the harvest was not ideal, and there was less food, and even less meat. In winter, the troops would go into the mountains and clean up the area. From then on, if an individual wanted to find a large animal, he had to go deep into the mountains and be lucky to see it.

Zhang Dabiao planned to go to Wangjiaqiao Village first, then go up the mountain and walk along the ridge deep into the mountains. He planned to kill more wild boars, keep some for his family, share some with his close friends, and send a batch to the steel mill to exchange for some money. He always ate and drank lavishly, so where did the money come from? He had to give an explanation to the outside world.

Han Ming was sleeping soundly in a small dark room in the police station when he was woken up by someone, and the way he was woken up was rather rough. The policeman who came in kicked the sleeping Han Ming twice, just in time to kick the place where Han Ming fell last night. He screamed in pain and stood up directly.

"***, what do you want to do? You kicked me and hurt me." Han Ming was angry.

"You are the bastard, your whole family is dogs." When the police heard Han Ming scolding him, he kicked Han Ming to the ground twice.

"You dare to hit me? Do you know who my father is?" Han Ming felt insulted and asked the policeman who hit him after standing up.

"You have to ask your mother who your father is. How can I know if you ask an outsider?" The policeman laughed.

"Are you swearing?" Han Ming became even angrier.

"You bastard, go to the interrogation room." The police slapped Han Ming twice and kicked him out of the small room.

"What's your name?" Han Ming sat down opposite the two policemen.

"Han Ming, my father is Han Cheng, the deputy director of the Metallurgical Bureau." Han Ming sensed something was wrong and quickly revealed his identity.

"Answer what you are asked. Don't talk about irrelevant things. Who the hell cares who your father is or how old you are?" The police officer slammed the table and continued to ask.

"Eighteen," Han Ming replied.

"What did you do last night?" the police officer continued to ask.

"Let's go to Zhengjia Hutong to play," Han Ming said again.

"Going to play? What to play? What are you taking with you?" the police asked again.

"I brought a bottle of foreign wine with me. I wanted to drink it with Wang Peng and the others, but it was snatched away when we were almost reaching Zhengjia Hutong," said Han Ming.

"You were robbed, but someone didn't steal your wallet or bicycle, but just a bottle of wine? Who would believe that? Han Ming, why did you hit him?" the police officer asked again.

"I didn't hit anyone, someone hit me. Can't you see that my whole body is in pain? My neck hurts too, and I can't even lift my head," Han Ming said quickly.

"You didn't hit anyone? Were you beaten? Han Ming, are you insulting us? Twelve people in the next room proved that they were beaten by you, and we made separate records. Especially Wang Peng, his nose was fractured by you. You hit him pretty hard. Aren't you from the same courtyard? Do you have a grudge against him?" The police officer picked up some materials and asked Han Ming to take a look.

"I didn't hit anyone, really, you have to believe me. Now I think about it, it must be a drunk who stole my foreign liquor, because foreign liquor is very expensive, and he also got it all over my body," Han Ming explained.

"You and the drunkard drank two glasses each, and you didn't drink until he made you drunk? Can you bastard speak some human language? Who would believe such a thing? Why did that bottle of foreign liquor appear in Yard No. 8?" The policeman was angry. He didn't expect that Han Ming was so good at pretending to be crazy and stupid.

"It's not lost? Why is it in Yard 8? I have never been there," said Han Ming.

"Han Ming, this is not a movie theater, and we don't have time to appreciate your performance. Let me tell you the truth. You can't get away with pretending to be crazy this time. How did you get your mental illness certificate? Don't you know? The doctor who issued the certificate has also come in, and your mother has also gone to the Discipline Inspection Commission to explain the situation. This time, among the people you beat up, there was the child of a ministerial-level leader, the sons of two deputy ministers, and the sons of eight bureau-level and one deputy bureau-level cadres. Your father probably can't give you much help." The public security officer said to Han Ming with a sneer.

"I really didn't hit anyone. I have no grudge against them, so why would I hit them? Besides, I can't beat so many people." Han Ming was a little anxious now.

"That's not what you said last night. Now that you're sober, you're acting cowardly again?" the police officer said with contempt.

"I'm really not kidding. You have to believe me. I can't even beat Wang Peng. I'm not in good health..." Han Ming began to find various reasons to explain.

"What a good actor! It would be a shame not to send him to Shanghai to make movies," Xiong Rongguang said as he came in.