The north wind was as tight as a gust, and it hurt on the face.

If you stay in this weather for a few days in a row, the uncovered skin will become crinkled.

In everyone's impression, people on the Mongolian Plateau and the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau have blush on their faces, which we call plateau red, which is often the result of cold winds.

Precipitation in northern Xinjiang is very low, and winter is often the case with this dry wind and no snowflakes.

In fact, most of the precipitation throughout the year is also in winter.

Occasionally, it seems to be a little wet in the cold wind. Experienced locals know that the first snow of the year is coming.

In such weather, even people who have lived here for a long time rarely go out, and it is indeed too cold outside.

A young Kazakh, wearing a woolen hat, opened the door of his yard and quietly watched the newly built road in front of him.

Occasionally, a cold breeze blows into the courtyard, rolling up coarse grains of sand and hitting them directly on the face. He closed his eyes slightly, and then he still stared out for a moment.

He maintained his vigilant movements, and it took him more than ten minutes before he dodged out of his yard and pulled the brim of his hat to cover his entire face.

When he walked on the road, he always picked the edge of the road, and looked at the front and back from time to time.

The wind grew stronger, though he bent his back low, his head poked in front of him, and occasionally he was blown backwards by the wind.

Does it usually take half an hour to walk in a few minutes or a little more?

The house was leeward and much stronger than his own. His own house, when the wind blows. From time to time, soil particles fall in the wind.

It seemed that the young man was familiar with this courtyard, and gently pushed the iron ring exposed outside the door inside, and then rotated it vigorously for half a circle. The door creaked open.

"Who?" The people in the house were alarmed, and a stronger middle-aged man came out.

"Uncle Murza, it's me." The man took off his hat and showed his young face.

"Toktar, come in!" Murza's head nodded at him, looked out of the courtyard, and closed the door.

The yard was full of stacked firewood. In the corner, an old dog whined, not even having the strength to stand up.

"Uncle Amanzol. Are you here too? Tokhtar walked over to the stove and found that there was another man inside.

"Looks like you know the news of that guy's return?" Murza closed the door and added firewood to the stove.

The room was dim, and kerosene lamps were lit. The windows were simply pasted with newspaper.

He beat the gong and drums back to the brigade. Everyone should know. Amanzol sighed as he smoked his own thin tobacco.

"Speaking of which, it's still me who has involved the two uncles." Toktar's face was a little ashamed, but his whole face was flushed and he couldn't see it.

"What do you kid say?" Murza sat down, put his hands close to the fire, and rubbed them together a few times.

"Toktar, don't say that your father had a good relationship with us during his lifetime. Even you, the lad, helped us a lot. Amanzole snuffed out his cigarette on the leg of his stool: "Besides, this calf thing is really too ruthless. Dare to do a death to you! ”

Putting the glove on his hand, Toktar looked at the scar on the back of his hand, which was more than five inches long, and was silent.

"According to his character, he will definitely take revenge on us if he is discharged from the hospital." Murza was worried: "That kid is very strong in his own right, and he often likes to drag guys. ”

"It's okay!" Toktar's eyes moved away from the scar: "This dog's day is a scoundrel, if it weren't for the ten years of catastrophe, he would be able to become the secretary of the brigade?" ”

"It's because of his status as the secretary of the brigade," Amanzole pulled out another burning firewood and lit a cigarette: "My in-laws said that their brigade has long since abolished the agricultural tax. ”

"You mean to say that he embezzled the money alone?" Toktar exclaimed.

"That seems to be it!" Murza gasped: "Otherwise, his van can afford it?" ”

"Didn't you say you bought it with a loan?" Toktar was incredulous and slammed it on the stool: "No, I have to go to the commune county to sue him!" ”

"Humph!" Aman Zhuole snorted: "Didn't you see that people from the commune and the county are eating at his house?" I can see through it, and the officials protect each other. ”

"Maybe not!" Murza shook his head lightly: "The witch commissioner in our region is a very powerful character, it is impossible to be deceived by him. ”

"The point is that we don't see Commissioner Wu at all!" Toktar clutched his hair in distress: "Otherwise, this kid will die!" ”

"Brother Toktar, why are you angry at our bench?" A girl of fifteen or sixteen came out of the back room.

Her eyes were fixed on the young man, full of smiles.

"Anar Khan!" Toktar's eyes lit up: "I'm sorry, I was a little angry just now. Didn't you sleep on the kang with Aunt Arthurm? ”

"Hehe," the girl giggled, "you have burned the kang too hot here, and my mother would have gotten up to prepare lunch for you." ”

"Toktar, you live alone, and you are a good cook." Murza saw the eyes of a couple and commanded, "You both go and help." ”

Looking at the backs of the two young men, Aman Zol winked at his old friend.

"The key is to see if we can get through this." Murza also took out the shredded tobacco and began to wrap the cigarette: "We used to be in the dark, and the last shot was already in the light." ”

"Afraid of what?" Aman Zolman didn't care: "The situation on my in-laws' side is much better than here, it's a big deal that we all go there, and I believe that we will receive us skilled herdsmen." ”

"That has to involve the relocation of the hukou," Murza spat and wrapped his cigarette in the newspaper that packed the cigarettes, "and then I won't be able to pass the brigade." ”

The brothers were relatively silent, silently smoking cigarettes.

"Dad, set up the table, ready to eat!" Arthurm's voice came from the kitchen.

In a few moments, a sumptuous lunch was set up on the table.

In fact. The average Kazakh eats and likes to sit on the floor.

Of course, that's just in the wild. When at home. Everyone will be on the table.

The food of the Kazakh people is mainly meat, which is not as fine as that of our Han people.

Otherwise, when we go to the grassland to eat hand-grabbed mutton or something, it is all a big piece of it.

Everyone was on the table, and Toktar drew his knife from his boots, ready to cut the lamb into several pieces.

There was a banging sound from the outside door. The old dog in the yard also barked weakly.

Everyone in the room stopped, and Murza stood up: "You sit in the house, I'll open the door." ”

Less than half a minute. The curtain at the door was raised, and three men squeezed in in a brutal manner, and Murza was behind them, his face pale.

"It's all here!" A stocky middle-aged man walked ahead: "Yo." Isn't this Toktar who dares to shoot at me? ”

"Secretary Meng Jiashaer. He was still young. Amanzol smiled all over his face: "Look, can you spare him this time?" ”

"What about you and Murza?" Meng Jiasha'er squinted his eyes: "At the beginning, the three of you joined forces to knock me to the ground, do you know how many stitches I had?" That's 2,000 stitches! Do you know how much money I spent at the county hospital this time? Five thousand! ”

His large, outstretched hand waved in front of Aman's face, touching the tip of his nose.

"It's too much, Meng Jiashaer!" Toktar couldn't help standing up anymore, he showed a blood-red scar: "The knife you cut me is bigger than your wound, and I have only received thirty stitches in the township health center, with a total of less than thirty yuan!" ”

"Little bunny. Even an uncle can't be called? Meng Jiashaer took two steps closer: "Can you compare with me?" What am I am? Who are you? ”

"Whew!" He almost threw up in the young man's face: "You are a poor ghost, I am a rich man." Do you understand? ”

"Don't talk about those imaginary things, what do you want to do with them?" Murza had stepped forward from behind, on his side.

"I love to hear that!" Meng Jiashaer clapped his hands: "The three of you will see how to distribute the medical expenses of 5,000 yuan, and you will pay me a cent." From now on, each family's retention will be 500 yuan per year. ”

"Meng Jiashaer, why don't you go and grab it?" Toktar said angrily: "With so much money, you just let the police arrest me, I did it alone!" ”

This sentence choked the brigade secretary on the hillside.

After all, he was just a rural bully, who had to keep a shy face in the commune, and no one paid attention to him in the county.

I tried my best to invite people from the Public Security Bureau to have a meal, and I wanted them to arrest people.

After those people heard the facts of the case, they were all human beings.

Obviously, both sides are injured, and it is this barbarian who makes the first move.

Since Li Kaijun became secretary of the Political and Legal Committee, the first thing to rectify was the public security system, and the days of arbitrary arrests are gone.

If the wrong person is arrested or the procuratorate does not sentence him, the public security system will have to pay money to compensate for the lost work expenses or something.

The public security officers left one by one, and they didn't say goodbye to the secretary of the brigade.

"Is Lao Tzu's name your name?" Meng Jiashaer's eyes glared: "Little rabbit cub, your father and I are both brothers." ”

"Hmph, the death of my parents is suspected of having your reason!" Toktar glared back unflinchingly.

"What about me?" Meng Jiashaer was triumphant: "I sent them out while the snowstorm was coming, this is the power of my brigade secretary!" ”

Toktar's head buzzed, and he trembled with anger.

"With such virtue, do you want others to call you uncle?" Anar Khan walked over to his sweetheart and stood still, holding hands without hesitation.

"Tsk, the little girl has grown up?" Meng Jiashaer suddenly realized that the girl was very beautiful: "In this way, she will go back with me, and you and I will write off your account!" ”

The people in the room were stunned, and occasionally they heard that this bastard secretary and the eldest girl and little daughter-in-law were eyebrows.

When the real thing came to an end, I realized that this person was simply bad to the bones.

Toktar stretched out his hand, unable to speak well: "You... You..."

"How am I?" Meng Jiashaer smiled and said to the two big men next to him: "If you owe money to repay your debts, if you can't pay it back, you will use someone to compensate for it!" ”

"Big brother, you're right!" The two of them also laughed heartily.

"Let go!" Toktar roared.

As it happened, with a wave of his sleeve, he extinguished the kerosene lamp.

In the darkness, only the screams of "ahh

I don't know how long it took, but Anar Khan lit the kerosene lamp.

Seeing the knife that was still dripping blood, Murza snatched it and stared at the two stunned followers.

"This is in my house, the knife is mine, and the people are also killed by me." His expression was hideous, as if he would stab him with a knife if he didn't say a word.

On the ground, Meng Jiashaer breathed more and less breathed, and he couldn't live when he saw it.

He was still screaming intermittently, "Want... Less... You... It's true... Dare... Kill ......" kicked his legs and never moved again.

"Did you see that? I killed people! Murza shook the knife in front of the eyes of the two men.

"Oh, yes... It's..."Where have the two of them ever seen someone kill?" Frightened and incoherent.

"Uncle, no!" Toktar finally came to his senses and prepared to snatch the knife.

"Alright!"

Murza looked at his wife and daughter gently: "Live a good life with Anar Khan, and raise your younger brother Bucha, who is still studying in the county seat." ”

It didn't take long for the case to be on Wushan's table.

These days, I have just dealt with the matter of Qinghe, but I didn't expect this murder case to appear in the Koktal Brigade of Turhong Commune, Fuyun County.

Even if it is a killing, it is just a case.

The point is that the peasants and herdsmen of the brigade were about to hand over the case to the regional intermediate court of the provincial high court, and handed over this handprinted petition. (To be continued......)