Before reaching the door, the crackling sound of firecrackers reached my ears.
Ningtai County is a small county. Although you can ride an electric bike from the city center to the foot of Mount Sining, once you cross the Taihe River and you are in a rural area, the urban ban is useless.
The slogan at the intersection of the community is still "Returning straw to fields, fertilizing the land". Many green spaces nearby have been turned into vegetable plots. From a more humane perspective, everyone still wants to maintain their original life as much as possible.
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In the first few years of the demolition, there was an old man who drove his son's newly bought Land Cruiser to farm land. When he came back, he would curse that the RB car was not good enough. In recent years, more land has been occupied.
Everyone's mentality has gradually calmed down, and they have gradually integrated into the public when buying cars, from Land Cruiser to Cayenne to Continental.
"Yuanzi is back." Outside the small shop at the entrance of the community, there were a dozen people chatting. These were villagers who didn't even bother to play mahjong. When they saw Jiang Yuan from a distance, they asked loudly: "Are you doing an autopsy today?"
Who is there? Where did someone die?"
Jiang Yuan slowed down the car and said angrily: "No autopsy today."
"Then what do you do all day long?"
"Without an autopsy, there is nothing to do. You can do whatever you want." Jiang Yuan did the fingerprinting voluntarily, and it cannot be considered a forensic job.
The idle men and aunts at the door of the small shop praised each other: "Why don't we all say that civil servants are good? Look at people who work in state institutions and get paid for doing nothing all day long. How can a part-time worker do this?
For example, a group of young people who rent my front building only come back after dark. Some young couples go out early and come home late together. Their faces are dark with exhaustion."
"The same goes for the young people who rent my house. There are a few who ride bicycles, but they are not as fast as me."
"What I'm saying is that you still have to be an official. Look at the demolition work. Each one is worth 250,000 to 800,000 yuan. When the east end was demolished last time, my tree was clearly ten centimeters long. Let's say 9 centimeters.
, less is better!"
"My son just doesn't study well. I had no choice but to find a temporary job in a bank for my son. I deposited two boxes first and it wasn't enough. I asked people to deposit money from time to time, saying it was some kind of deposit business. Once I deposited,
It’s 500,000 or 800,000 yuan. The oil sent by the bank is stuffed everywhere in the house, and there is no way to use it up. By the way, if you guys want to fry something, come to my place to pick up the oil.”
"No, no, it's the same, there's oil everywhere."
Listening to these strange and familiar chats, Jiang Yuan felt like he was back in the village. He had been living on campus since he was in middle school. When he came back from college, he happened to miss the opportunity for people in Jiangcun to get rid of poverty and become rich, and then from rich to rich.
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Smiling politely, he slowly passed the canteen, passed by a square occupied by another group of aunties, and a courier point occupied by a group of young and middle-aged people, before arriving downstairs.
In the public auditorium diagonally opposite my home, a lively funeral ceremony was going on in an orderly manner.
The bald monk, the long-haired Taoist priest and the short-haired priest each occupy a corner, each showing their magical powers. The Jiangcun community has been rich for more than ten years, and with the large number of devout men and women, it has long been a hot spot for people from all walks of life, not to mention the Seventeenth Uncle.
If you die unexpectedly, you need to pay more money to buy the way. Even if the cat in the village dies, someone will set up a land and water dojo.
Jiang Yuan's father, Jiang Fuzhen, helps in the kitchen as usual, and the beef and mutton he cooks are the best in the village. In the village, once such a personality is established, active participation in weddings and funerals is indispensable.
Jiang Yuan was also used to this kind of activity. After parking his electric car, he found a place nearby to wash his hands and face, and then consciously went to the kitchen to help.
He is responsible for chopping potatoes, carrots, etc. all year round.
"Are you busy today?" Jiang Fuzhen skimmed the beef and came over to ask.
Jiang Yuan just put down the kitchen knife and shook his hand, saying: "I'm not too busy, I did something else."
"You didn't cut up the body today, did you?" Jiang Fuzhen asked again, and Aunt Hua next to him also looked over.
"No. I've only seen a corpse once since I've been at the unit." Jiang Yuan gave a detailed explanation.
Aunt Hua next to her couldn't help but patted her chest and felt relieved. Then she changed her expression in embarrassment and howled forcefully: "Uncle Seventeen... Wuwu, talking about Uncle Seventeen, I feel so scared. It's a good life."
How long has it been, ugh..."
Jiang Yuan calmly waited for her to finish crying and asked his father: "Uncle Seventeen and Aunt Seventeen are gone, who will host the banquet?"
"Your fifth uncle is in charge, and the gift money is used for expenses. It is said to be used for the schooling of the seventeenth uncle's baby, which is Jiang Le, remember." Jiang Fuzhen said while stirring the beef pot.
Aunt Hua said from the side: "Jiang Yuan will remember to go out and take pictures soon. You younger generation are all going out to study. Some people don't see each other a few times a year. If you have the opportunity, take more pictures and see more, at least
Looks familiar."
Jiang Yuan responded, and when he finished cutting the vegetables in his hand, he heard someone calling to take pictures.
Jiang Yuan came out of the kitchen and saw a dozen young people standing lively and posing under a tree.
The photographer specially invited specially reminded: "Let's stand a little to the right. It's easier to take pictures of the monks on the left."
"If you take the photo, just photoshop it." A girl said as she posed.
The photographer said kindly: "The bald heads of monks tend to reflect light. You can remove the bald heads later, but the reflection will make your face look bigger."
The girl quickly walked out of the shade. When she saw Jiang Yuan, she quickly waved and said: "Sixth cousin, why don't you come to the middle? You just got off work?"
"Yes." Jiang Yuan walked over.
"My brother and I will take a photo first." Cousin A made a scissor hand gesture in front of her face as she spoke, and pulled Jiang Yuan and shouted: "Let's do it together."
"Turn over." Jiang Yuan gestured like a pair of scissors, but pointed the nail side towards the camera, and explained: "Fingerprints can be extracted from the photo, so this action is more dangerous."
Cousin A obediently turned her finger over, and then boasted to several non-Jiang classmates who came over to play: "My brother is a forensic doctor. Uncle Seventeen did the dissection."
"Forensic doctor...Forensic doctor is really handsome." Several non-Jiang students gathered together and giggled.
A girl who was taking a selfie in Biye stopped, looked at Jiang Yuan, and said boldly: "Brother Forensic Examiner, look at the photos I took. You just said that fingerprints can be extracted from the photos. In fact, they also used
No way."
"Generally speaking, this is true, but fingerprints are kept for a lifetime. Maybe..." Jiang Yuan decided to be more serious and said, "The other party may use your fingerprint to unlock your phone."
The girl's thoughts were substituted, and she was shocked and said hurriedly: "I have posted a lot of photos to Moments."
"It doesn't matter if you have beautiful photos." Jiang Yuan comforted the other party easily.
