"Xiaofan, this is your home in the future, you are not allowed to be polite to me, do you hear, if you can transfer back, go back, if you can't go back, marry a wife and have children here, I will take care of your future affairs." Zhao Yongheng looked at Ding Fan, the handsome outline with aura was a little similar to himself, and couldn't help but say.

Ding Fan had already inquired, after Zhao Yongheng and his wife took root here, for some reason, they gave birth to two children and died, and Lao Zhao was all about work, and he was a well-known workaholic.

Ding Fan should have been happy with his heartfelt liking, but he had been thinking about his father Ding Daming's grievances, so he paused for a while before he came to his senses from his contemplation, and said forcefully: "Uncle, that's of course, when I'm done, we have to go home together to see my grandfather, and he often mentions you." ”

The more the two talked, the closer they became, they seemed to have found a sense of belonging to the same root and the same origin, and after chatting for a long time, Zhao Yongheng looked up at a few chickens at the door who were rushing to the iron basin to grab food, and suddenly said: "Look at it, look at it, just chatting, I forgot to cook." ”

There were two pieces of square meat and a few ribs in the iron basin at the door, and there was a faint oil flower on the clear water, and Ding Fan, who was watching, suddenly gurgled in his stomach, it should be noon, and he was really a little hungry.

Zhao Yongheng raised his hand to catch up with the greedy chicken, and said excitedly: "Big nephew, this big black pig is from the pig farm, the big pig of three years, has been free-range on the side of the mountain, I went to get it in the morning, this meat will be more than a ton, it is fragrant." ”

When the two of them said this, there was a sound of heavy footsteps at the door, and a woman walked in with a vegetable basket.

Ding Fan stood up politely, his face was suddenly filled with unexpected surprise, and he politely shouted: "Auntie, we just met, it's me." ”

As he spoke, he straightened up and smiled brightly.

The woman was the chubby waiter of the supply and marketing cooperative, as soon as she saw Ding Fan, she immediately turned her head and glared at Zhao Yongheng angrily, and immediately smiled and said: "God, it's you? Manager Pang said just now, saying that you are the leader of the private visit to Weifu above, and everyone has to be polite when you see you again, you actually ......."

Ding Fan had a good impression of her just now in the supply and marketing cooperative, and when he saw that it was really his aunt, he immediately said embarrassedly: "You work there, it's good, and you're not too busy." ”

The woman's name is Liu Xiaoping, a descendant of local forestry workers, after graduating from the supply and marketing school, she was assigned to work in the supply and marketing cooperative, and she was usually used to seeing all kinds of people.

Zhao Yongheng handed over the cooking work to Liu Xiaoping, and continued to drink tea and chat with Ding Fan, and after a while, the sound of birch halberds burning sounded in the kitchen outside, and the fragrance of local pork penetrated into his heart, and Ding Fan, who smelled it, couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of spit.

The two chatted more and more deeply, and it was inevitable that when it came to the security situation here, Zhao Yongheng frowned and said: "This place is wild, it was originally a place for bearded bandits, a few years ago, fortunately, with more and more people breaking into the eastern part of the country, many people who are not good have also followed, Hulu County is remote, there are more and more knives and guns, there are any cases, sometimes it is complicated, you have never heard of it......"

Ding Fan had heard a lot about what he said, and he had some understanding of the notorious criminals in many places in the Great Northeast, but when he thought of the abundant products here and the simple and honest people here, he suddenly felt that he had a lot of responsibility.

While speaking, Liu Xiaoping has already begun to serve the food, the wood-fired pork ribs, white chopped meat, catfish stewed eggplant, fried willow root fish, all the same are served, Ding Fan sat on the table, looked at the chopsticks in front of him, and was ready to eat big, Zhao Yongheng glanced at the second pot head he sent, ruthless, opened the box, took out a bottle, unscrewed the lid, smelled it beautifully, and said generously: "Let's drink some today." ”

Ding Fan was also not polite, gently pushed the wine glass in front of him, and let him fill it completely, at this time Liu Xiaoping was holding a large bowl of potatoes and stewed eggplants, and the sharp dishes were dotted with green onions. It's in the dish, it's a little unhygienic.

"Auntie, your hands, your hands ......," Ding Fan reminded anxiously.

But Liu Xiaoping was busy sweating all over her face, and said with a grin: "Lao Zhao, hurry up, you move somewhere quickly, it's not hot, it's not hot!"

She put the big bowl on the table, wiped her hands with the placket of her clothes, and asked the two of them to eat first, and then go and bake a few cakes herself.

The meal lasted for an hour, and at the end, Liu Xiaoping came up with a basket of oil cakes, Ding Fan saw that the basket was dirty, but he was really embarrassed to show his displeasure, and his aunt was enthusiastic about the countryside, so he grabbed it and ate it, but as soon as he entered it, he quickly chewed it a few times, and puffed out his cheeks and commented sincerely: "Uncle, what kind of good thing is this, it's delicious." ”

There was a kind of crumbs in the oil cake in his mouth, which was hard, but when he chewed it, his mouth was full of meaty aroma.

Zhao Yongheng lit the oil cake in the basket with chopsticks, and said happily: "Boy, you are blessed, this is the oil shuttle oil cake, if you didn't come, she would be reluctant to make this for me." ”

The family of three ate happily and laughed, and ate until the afternoon, Ding Fan was a little drunk, Zhao Yongheng came back from the outside toilet, his tongue was a little big, pointed to the room next to him, opened the door curtain, called Ding Fan and said: "Xiaofan, you will live here in the future, don't see outside in the future." ”

Ding Fan rubbed his full stomach, heard that a room had been prepared for himself, poked his head out, and saw a small earthen kang cleaned up, and a futon was still placed, although it smelled of the unique moisture of the countryside, but he felt a little kind in his nose.

It's only afternoon now, Ding Fan naturally can't sleep here, and after talking to his uncle and aunt, he said goodbye and went out.

The breeze blew, and he suddenly felt cool, and he had just experienced the long-lost family affection, Ding Fan suddenly felt energetic, and walked along the cement soil towards the Beishan Hotel.

There are a lot of passers-by at this time, and when they pass by, if they have met, Ding Fan will nod and say hello to others, even if he is not familiar with them, he will also take a few good looks, and by observing their expressions and clothes, he will ponder the social situation and public security situation of this place.

When he arrived at the door of the hotel, he looked in a few times, and listened to someone talking faintly, not a lot of people were full of voices, knowing that most of the people had not come back yet, and he would go back at this time, so he would inevitably leave the impression of being lazy and coming back early, so he walked to Sun Dazhui's horseshoe shop.

Sun Dazhui was dozing off on the wooden stake, a pair of big feet bare... Naked outside, the feet of No. 456 were like a small boat, stepping on the shabby cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles, the smell was much worse than the old farmer's big sauce jar, Ding Fan suddenly felt nauseous and unbearable, if it weren't for the fact that Lao Sun heard the movement and opened his eyes at this time, he would have turned around and left.

"Boy, aren't you busy? Sun Dazhui said, picked up the eye bag leaning on his lap, and handed it to Ding Fan.

If this was before, Ding Fan would definitely slap it away, turn his head to dodge, and say something bad about this thing, besides, he ate so much delicious food just now, and then smelled his stinky feet and smoked, and he didn't have to vomit nauseously immediately.

But in his eyes, Sun Dazhui had a majestic and enthusiastic face, and he also put on a face that let you smoke is to give you face, Ding Fan's hand is big.. The leg was enchanted as if he had to let it go, and then his heart sank, he hesitated to take it, and said "take a few mouthfuls", and then turned his head to the northwest and took a few big mouthfuls, and immediately coughed violently, comforting himself in his heart and saying: "Alas, I am fortunate not to be in a downwind place, otherwise I will definitely be smoked to death." ”

Sun Dazhui's face softened, showing two rows of big yellow teeth that had never been brushed, stroking his long beard, and saying appreciatively: "Boy, you are different from other public security. ”

Ding Fan endured the nausea in his heart, and pretended to be naughty and stuck out his tongue at him. Head, a trace of disgust suddenly appeared on Sun Dazhui's face, and said: "Ding Fan, don't stick out your tongue, didn't you learn from that bastard of Awang, that guy sticks out his tongue when he fights, and his cheeks are stretched, which is ruthless and paralyzed." ”

He has been in this place for many years, and Menqing, who knows about the affairs of the Beishan Hotel, used to just dare to be angry and dare not speak, but now that the task force is here, he knows that Ngawang and those people naturally dare not mess around, so he said it.

"Ah Wang, now he is my apprentice, he used to be quite able to mix, and he has been doing well recently, I will educate him well another day, I must respect the old and love the young, and talk to you well. Ding Fan said in his mouth, taking advantage of his distraction, he quickly put the old smoking gun back into his hand.

They chatted for a while, and from Sun Dazhui's mouth, he knew that Liu De and Kan Liang had returned, and the others hadn't seen anyone yet.

"What about Director Li? This guy has had a cerebral thrombosis, and his hands and feet are not very sharp, don't get sick. Ding Fan asked casually.

"Oh righteousness, alas, ......" mentioned the introverted and honest Li Dayi, and Sun Dazhui couldn't help but sigh.

Now Ding Fan knows that Li Dayi's home is Xinglong Mine, living on a few streets in front of the supply and marketing cooperative, and there is a small forest next to it, where his family members are.

"Fingerprints are ......" Hearing the news, countless thoughts popped up in Ding Fan's mind: Li Dayi is too taciturn, and his home is not even seen here; the fingerprints on the body of the big landlord may have been left by the people of the task force, so who is it?

Li Dayi cares about his colleagues, he is a good person, not like Song Mide, who is cunning and cunning, if he knows about this, at least he can know who is most likely.

Sitting in the smell of Sun Dazhu's stinky feet and pungent dry smoke, Ding Fan calmly looked into the distance, it seemed that he could no longer smell this smell, and the shadows of acquaintances flashed in his mind: Song Mide, who was pushed into the public toilet and insulted by the landlords, Kan Liang, who couldn't hold sand in his eyes? Who is it?