Chapter 145: Looking for Someone
But these are all things for later, the thing now is to understand the whole thing quickly.
"If Xiaojuan'er hadn't greeted him, would I have allowed him to be arrogant in Jiachuan?" Speaking of which, Brother Dayong became even more depressed.
"Then go on, what happened next?"
"Last night, the man came again, and Xiao Juaner still called me, and then I was there I was standing guard by the woods, and soon I heard an argument happening inside. When I rushed in, he was pressing Xiaojuan to the ground. I picked up the stone, went up and gave it to him. "
"What happened next?"
"Then I took Xiaojuan'er away. Not long after, the police station came to the factory, and the boy reported the crime."
"Then Xiaojuan My son took the matter down and said it was her fault... The police station took her away and she has not come out yet. "
"After that, you and your aunt will come to see dad and ask him to see how to deal with this matter, right?"
"It doesn't matter," Brother Dayong said, "The problem is mine. If it doesn’t work, I’ll turn myself in. It has nothing to do with Xiaojuan’er.”
"Which police station is Sister Xiaojuaner at now?"
"Majie Police Station."
"If the man didn't find out that it was Brother Dayong who took action, this matter is Xiaojuaner's fault. Sister, it must be self-defense, right?”
"Huh?"
"Isn't it? You said that Sister Xiaojuan'er has been pinned down by the gangster. If she doesn't resist, nothing big will happen? In desperation, you grabbed a stone and hit him. His head, isn’t this just self-defense?”
"Eh? Is Xiaojuan'er okay?"
"There is something wrong." Zhou Zhi said: "If you admit that it was Sister Xiaojuan'er who did this, then you won't stop You can't testify to Sister Xiaojuan'er's self-defense behavior at the scene."
"This..."
"Also, this matter is related to Sister Xiaojuan'er's reputation. That man is shameless, but we can't be shameless. No, there is still too little information. We have to find dad. We have to Go to the police station."
"I'm a little afraid of Uncle Yao..."
"The man was still alive and well and went to report the crime. It doesn't look like his injuries were serious." Zhou Zhi said, "Brother Dayong, you did nothing wrong in this matter. I'll go tell my dad."
Asked again. Brother Dayong gave some details, and the two returned home again.
To put it in Zhou Zhi's words, this matter has made Brother Dayong famous for his integrity, reliability, and responsibility among the young people in the factory, and he has a certain influence. Therefore, Comrade Xia Xiaojuan, a technician in the factory, When encountering personal troubles, he immediately seeks help from Brother Dayong.
Brother Dayong agreed to help without hesitation. This time, Sister Xiaojuan'er's entrustment was no longer in vain. It was Brother Dayong who took action at the critical moment to avoid an illegal act that might escalate into a crime.
I also cleverly interspersed my description of my impression of Sister Xiaojuaner, that is, a sister who likes to specialize in business, loves her essential work, and is willing to help others. She has a good reputation in the water plant.
During the Spring Festival, I sold helium gas for balloons. Sister Xiaojuaner helped provide me with the idea, and I found it at the shipyard.
When introducing Sister Xiaojuaner, he even more cleverly inserted Brother Dayong into it. When he mentioned that he had bought a hairpin for Brother Dayong to give to Sister Xiaojuaner, Dad finally understood. .
Everything about being honest and responsible, and being brave enough to do what is rightful are all fake. This stupid nephew of mine is thinking of beating the cat!
Dayong's nephew has quite the character of a hero from the Water Margin. He is like "brothers are like brothers and sisters, and wives are like clothes." This is the first time that my uncle has known that He Dayong is so obsessed with a girl!
My big rooster is finally crowing!
Dad finally picked up the communication number book for various enterprises and institutions in Jiachuan next to the phone, found the number of Majie Town Police Station, and dialed it.
"Hey, Lao Zhang...hehehe, can I still hear your voice, Mr. Ge?"
"...It's okay, isn't it just after the lychee market? This event every year really troubles old classmates. You patrol the market and maintain order, which is all morning work. You have to express your gratitude no matter what..."
"Hahaha, how can you blame me for not inviting you? The Hongshui River Bridge is right there. You, a land lord, just can't cross the river. Just when you are five miles away..."
" Okay! As you said, I’ll be free today. Come and pay homage to your temple! Really! Don’t make it too complicated, um, okay… I’ll see you later!”
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Soon, my father took Zhou Zhi and Brother Dayong to the Majie Town Police Station.
The police station is a two-story small brick building. The director Zhang Tianqin probably greeted the staff, and his father took him directly into the office when he arrived.
Zhang Tianqin is an old man with a Chinese character face and a Sichuan pattern on his eyebrows. With his uniform, he looks dignified.
Seeing his father come in, his serious Chinese character face turned cheerful, he shook his head and said with a smile: "Yuanjiang classmate! It's hard to see your brother!"
"Don't Noisy!" My father also smiled when he saw his old classmates: "My son, Zhou Zhi, and nephew He Dayong, you two are called Uncle Zhang."
Zhou Zhi and He Dayong hurriedly called for someone, but Zhou Zhi listened to his father and called Uncle Zhang, but Brother Dayong called Director Zhang.
“This is the writer in your family!” Zhang Tianqin smiled and patted Zhou Zhi on the shoulder: “Your father was the best writer among the classmates back then. I didn’t expect you to be more powerful than your father!”
After speaking, he glanced at Brother Dayong: "Hehehe, He Dayong, can an old acquaintance be without you?" It's rare to meet here, huh?" Brother Dayong hesitated: "Director Zhang is joking..."
Zhang Tianqin stopped paying attention to him and said to the old man Dad said: "Old classmate, come with me. Let's find a place and have a good chat."
Dad smiled and said: "Then you can do whatever you want today."
Ma Street is an ancient town, where the salt warehouse is located, and it is also the intersection of Yandu Xiaohebang cuisine and Yuzhou Xiahebang cuisine. At the same time, there are some Qianzhou characteristics. The three styles are integrated into one place, forming a relatively complex style.
Zhang Tianqin, holding his briefcase under his arm, walked through two alleys and came to a small courtyard.
This courtyard is somewhat similar to the small courtyard of my fourth cousin, but there are no orchids in the courtyard, only three osmanthus trees. There are five small square tables under the osmanthus trees, which are already full of diners.
After crossing a threshold and entering the main room, the host came over to say hello and led everyone into a small room.
Nowadays, high-end restaurants generally refer to the ground floor of modern hotels such as county guest houses. The houses here are also built with bricks and stones, with the configuration of old houses like wooden lattice doors and windows. The elegant place is considered to be classy in the eyes of many people. It's not high, it's just a private restaurant.
It will take more than ten years before many restaurants will imitate places like this as classics and serve the style of public-house or private-dining dishes, which is very high-end.
In Zhou Zhi’s view, this is also an interesting social phenomenon. People always like to pursue things that only a few people can have. When restaurants and restaurants attached to big hotels are places that only a few people can afford, those The place will be popular.
When everyone was able to go, private restaurants became places that only a few people could afford, and the situation was reversed again.
The current small shop is extremely good in Zhou Zhi's eyes, but Zhang Tianqin is quite embarrassed: "The place is a bit bad, but there are a few of Lao Guo's specialty dishes from Yuanjiang. You have to try it, I’m not bragging, you really can’t eat it on the other side of the river bridge.”
"Uncle Zhang, which dishes are they?"
Zhang Tianqin smiled and said to a bald man who came to the door: "Lao Guo, what are you cooking? Hot belly, stir-fried liver and kidneys, white meat with garlic paste, Boiled beef, fragrant bowl! This is my good brother, you must cook it carefully!"
"It will definitely taste good for you!" Lao Guo wrote in his notebook. Li said: "But the fragrant bowl is gone. Let's replace it with plain chicken soup. I will add some bitter bamboo shoots to the director as compensation. Do you think it's okay?"
Dad was afraid of increasing the expenses for other sellers, so he said : "Just stir-fry it plain, just add some chives and sauerkraut."
Zhou Zhi smiled and said: "This is good, Huangshan Valley in the Northern Song Dynasty loved it as much as life."
Brother Dayong was actually panicking. He saw a group of people here laughing and talking about eating and drinking. They had no intention of rescuing his sweetheart. He couldn't help but feel a little resentful. He wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Zhou Zhi forcibly coughing.
"That's all the dishes are. Vegetarian dishes look good. By the way, add a preserved egg with roasted pepper." After confirming the dishes, Zhang Tianqin asked his father: "Yuanjiang, what should we drink?"
"You're still working, forget it." Although my father socializes a lot, he doesn't really like drinking: "It's rare to come to your place, so let me relax for once."
Zhou Zhi also helped Accent: "Uncle Zhang looked for this place and ordered the dishes. The owner of this restaurant must be the descendant of the Xiaohe Gang's cuisine. It would be a pity if you don't taste it and just drink it."
"Hahaha..." Zhang Tianqin seemed to have been scratched. He put his right elbow on the table, turned his hand and pointed at Zhou Zhi with his index finger, and said to his father: "Did you see, this kid of yours is a foodie!"
Dad really doesn’t understand this: “He does have a lot of unpopular knowledge in his belly. What is this Xiaohe Gang?”
“Let your son tell you.”
Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang is taking a test on me. Sichuan cuisine can be roughly divided into three regions. Among them, the Xiaohe Gang is the Yan Gang. They transport salt from Yandu along the Tuojiang River. The Tuojiang River is a tributary of the Yangtze River and is a small river, so it is called Xiaohe Gang. Therefore, the special cuisines in the Yandu area, Known as Sichuan cuisine "The ancients believed that the Minjiang River is a tributary of the Yangtze River, so the Minjiang River Basin, including Jiazhou, Shudu, and Yiyi cuisine, is called Shanghebang, and the real Yangtze River, to be precise, Yuzhou, lower reaches of Jiachuan River The cuisine in this area is called Xiahebang. ”
“The specialties of Shanghebang are Mapo tofu, twice-cooked pork, couple’s lung slices, stilted beef, Kung Pao chicken, Dongpo pork elbow, and Bobo. Chicken and the like.”
"Xiahebang has hot pot, cold pot fish, pickled fish, Maoxuewang, saliva chicken, taro chicken, beer duck, dry pot chicken offal, etc."
"The special dishes of Xiaohebang are Bean curd, boiled beef, cold food series, steamed rice series, Lizhuang white meat, Yizhou burning noodles, Fushun bean curd, Jiangmen meat bean curd, etc."
"Xiaohe Bang is the best. The test of heat is raw fried vegetables and quick-fried vegetables - fried belly, stir-fried liver and kidneys, stir-fried chicken, vegetables and shredded beef. "
"Remind me!" Zhang Tianqin turned around and shouted: "Lao Guo. , add some spicy shredded beef!”
“Zhou Zhi, you’ve gone too far!” Dad accused Zhou Zhi: “Forcing Uncle Zhang to add more food!”
"Yuanjiang, you don't understand this." Zhang Tianqin waved his hand: "I guess Zhou Zhi and I can chat together."
After saying that, he thought for a while: "It's better to have a small drink. In this way, we can be together as a family. Two plums honey wine, Zhou Zhi No problem, huh?"
"No problem."
The father glared at Zhou Zhi, and then emphasized: "Then one or two."
(End of this chapter. )