But these are all things for later, the thing now is to understand the whole thing quickly.

"Had it not been for Xiaojuan'er's greeting, would I have allowed him to be arrogant in Jiachuan?" Brother Dayong became even more depressed when he talked about it.

"Then tell me, what happened next?"

"Last night, the man came again, and Xiaojuan called me anyway. Later, I was guarding by the woods. After a while, I heard an argument inside. When I rushed in, he was pressing Xiaojuan down.

I picked up a stone on the ground, went up and gave it to it."

"What happened next?"

"Then I took Xiaojuan'er and left. Not long after, the police station came to the factory and the boy reported the crime."

"Then Xiaojuan'er took the matter down and said she was the one who did it... The police station took her away and she hasn't 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, "I did it. If it doesn't work out, I will surrender. In short, 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, the matter would be attributed to Sister Xiaojuaner. It must be self-defense, right?"

"Um?"

"Isn't it true? You said that Sister Xiaojuan'er has been pinned down by the gangster. If she doesn't resist, something big will happen. In desperation, you grabbed a stone and hit him on the head. Isn't this... a legitimate defense?"

"Eh? Is Xiaojuan'er okay?"

"There's something wrong." Zhou Zhi said, "If you admit that it was Sister Xiaojuan'er who did it at that time, then you will no longer be present at the time, and you will not be able to testify for Sister Xiaojuan'er's self-defense behavior."

"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 talk to my dad."

After asking Brother Dayong some details, the two returned home again.

To put it in Zhou Zhilai's words, this matter became Brother Dayong, who is known for his integrity, reliability, and responsibility among the young people in the factory, and has a certain influence. Therefore, when Comrade Xia Xiaojuan, a technician in the factory, encountered personal troubles,

I immediately looked for Brother Dayong for help.

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, is willing to help others, and 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 bought a hairpin for Brother Dayong to give to Sister Xiaojuaner, Dad finally understood.

What is meant by honesty and responsibility, what is called bravery for justice, are all fake. My nephew, who is a rough guy, is thinking of beating the cat!

Dayong's nephew has quite the character of a hero from the Water Margin, a kind of "brothers are like brothers and sisters, wives are like clothes". This is the first time as an uncle that I know that He Dayong is so obsessed with a girl!

My big rooster is finally crowing!

Dad finally picked up the communication number book of 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?"

"...Nothing's wrong. Isn't it just after the lychee market? This event every year really troubles old classmates. You patrol the market and maintain order. It's all morning work. You have to do whatever you want.

Please express your gratitude..."

"Hahaha, then 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 will be free today. Come and pay my respects to your temple! Really! Don't... don't make it too complicated. Well, okay... I'll see you later, old classmate!"

Soon, my father took Zhou Zhi and Brother Dayong to Majie Town Police Station.

The police station is a small two-story brick building. The director Zhang Tianqin probably greeted the staff, and when dad arrived, he was taken directly into the office.

Zhang Tianqin is an old man with a Chinese-character face and a Sichuan pattern on his eyebrows. With his uniform, he looks majestic.

When he saw his father coming 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 make trouble!" Dad 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 Zhou, but Brother Dayong called Director Zhang.

"This is your writer!" Zhang Tianqin smiled and patted Zhou Zhi on the shoulder: "Your father was the best writer among his classmates back then. I didn't expect you to be more powerful than your father!"

After speaking, he glanced at Brother Dayong: "Hahaha, He Dayong, it's rare for old acquaintances to meet here without any trouble, huh?"

Brother Dayong hesitated: "Director Zhang is joking..."

Zhang Tianqin stopped paying attention to him and said to his father: "Old classmate, come with me. Let's find a place to have a good chat."

Dad smiled and said: "Then it's all about guest and host today."

Ma Street is an ancient town, where Yancang is located. It is also the intersection of Yandu Xiaohebang cuisine and Yuzhou Xiahebang cuisine. It also has some Qianzhou characteristics. The three styles merge into one place, forming a kind of

Relatively complex style.

Zhang Tianqin held his briefcase and walked through two alleys and came to a small courtyard.

This courtyard is somewhat similar to my fourth cousin's small courtyard, 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, and the configuration of old houses like wooden checkered doors and windows. The elegant place is considered to be classy in the eyes of many people.

It's not expensive, it's just a small 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 cuisine or private-dining cuisine, which is very high-end.

From Zhou Zhi's point of 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 places will be sought after.

When everyone was able to go there, private restaurants became places 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 you have to try some of Lao Guo's specialty dishes from Yuanjiang, right?"

Let me tell you, you really can’t eat from 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 doing, hot belly, stir-fried liver and kidneys, white meat with garlic paste, boiled beef, fragrant bowl! This is my good brother, you can cook well

Be careful!"

"The taste will definitely give you a good taste!" Lao Guo took a note in his notebook and said, "But the fragrant bowl is gone. Let's replace it with stewed chicken soup. I will add some bitter bamboo shoots to the director as compensation. You think it's worth it."

No?"

My father was afraid of increasing 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."

In fact, Brother Dayong was already panicking. He saw a group of people 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. The 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 about it." Although my father has a lot of social activities, he actually doesn't like drinking: "It's rare to come to your place, so let me relax for a while."

Zhou Zhi also chimed in: "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 properly 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 tested me. Sichuan cuisine can be roughly divided into three regions. Among them, the Xiaohe Gang is the Salt Gang. They transport salt from the Salt City along the Tuojiang River. The Tuojiang River is a tributary of the Yangtze River and is a small river, so it is called Xiaohe.

Bang, so the special cuisine in the Yandu area is called Xiaohe Bang cuisine in Sichuan cuisine."

"The ancients believed that the Minjiang River is a tributary of the Yangtze River, so the cuisine in the Minjiang River Basin, including Jiazhou, Shudu, and all the way, is called Shanghe Gang, while the real Yangtze River, to be precise, the cuisine in the Yuzhou area on the lower reaches of Jiachuan River is called Xiahe

River Gang.”

"The specialties of Shanghe Gang are Mapo tofu, twice-cooked pork, couple's lung slices, Qiaojiao beef, Kung Pao chicken, Dongpo elbow, Bobo chicken and so on."

"Xiahe Gang has hot pot, cold pot fish, pickled fish, hairy blood chicken, saliva chicken, taro chicken, beer duck, dry pot chicken offal, etc."

"Xiaohebang's special dishes include tofu pudding, boiled beef, cold food series, steamed rice series, Lizhuang white meat, Yizhou burning noodles, Fushun tofu pudding, Jiangmen meat and tofu pudding, etc."

"The most popular dishes in Xiaohe Gang are the raw fried vegetables and the quick-fried vegetables - fried belly, stir-fried liver and kidneys, stir-fried chicken offal, and shredded beef with vegetables."

"Remind me!" Zhang Tianqin turned around and shouted: "Lao Guo, add some spicy shredded beef!"

"Zhou Zhi, you have gone too far!" Dad accused Zhou Zhi: "Forcing your 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 drink a little. In this way, one or two plum meads per family will be thoughtful and no problem, huh?"

"no problem."
Chapter completed!