Return To 1977 Chapter 37: Squatting

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No one likes crowds, except "Buddha". For them, the more crowded the better.

Amidst the crowd, Big Man and Bian Tou pushed and cursed, and protected You San as he forced his way out from the crowd of onlookers. They have found out that there is nothing new in it. Everyone is just trying to decipher a poem written on the ground like a monster.

What kind of poem is that?

Actually, they didn't take a closer look, they weren't interested at all. Besides, they couldn't read all the words on the ground. Even though they have all gone to school, doesn’t it mean that the more knowledge they have, the more reactionary they will be? When going to school these days, apart from learning about engineering and agriculture, there are also military training and digging air-raid shelters. I haven't even read the textbooks for a few days.

However, many onlookers were quite controversial about this poem. Some people say that the poem does not read smoothly, the words do not convey the meaning, the level is too low, and it is not interesting. But some people insist that there must be a lot of mystery in it, and there may be other meanings beyond the literal meaning.

Perhaps it is precisely because people hold different opinions that people who feel they have some culture are aroused to participate in this puzzle-solving competition without rewards. It is a pity that whether it is hiding the beginning, hiding the tail, advancing or retreating, the people present have tried most of the ways to hide the secrets in the poem, but they still have not found the correct way to crack it.

But no matter what, You San was very happy to have such a fuss here.

This is simply a God-given opportunity to make a fortune. In this situation, no matter how big the movement is, you can't notice it. You can't help but pay for these people's money?

You Sangeng was inspired by this and couldn't help but start to wonder: Why didn't I think of such a good move? How can so many people read just a bad poem? If I had known earlier, we would have studied hard. Well, I have to memorize two poems when I get home. From now on, I will write them in the square every day. How about waiting for some "dried leaves"?

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful it became, and he almost burst into laughter. After I calmed down, I remembered that there were three little kids waiting stupidly at the entrance to the station.

The situation has been proven. Such a good opportunity is just for the three little boys to practice the skills of "catching points" alone. So You San didn't waste any more time and quickly called over the three little ones who were watching from a distance and told them to get off to work.

After the three cubs were in place, You San, Cuntou, and the big guy dispersed and stood at different places outside the crowd, and began to look left and right, observing their surroundings.

Yes, they are "patrolling the wind" (slang for watching the wind) for the three little boys. If the three kids want to "explode" or if someone with good intentions dares to "take advantage of the dog," they will immediately rush over and act as a "curtain" (slang for "blocking") to "block the wind" for the three kids. "(a slang term for covering a thief to escape danger calmly).

In the crowd of spectators, people were still squeezing, hugging, and leaning against each other. The three little cubs slithered in and out among the people, like fish in water.

You San was looking happy, but suddenly, something seemed to hit him from behind, stinging the back of his head.

He turned around with a start, and began to scan behind him with his eyes suspiciously.

There seemed to be nothing unusual about the surroundings. There was still a lot of commotion in front, left and right, and the scattered flow of people was still noisy and disorderly. But You San felt a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart.

This feeling of being in limbo is not a good sign. There won't be any "Thunder Sons" here, right?

You San's worries are absolutely correct. There are two "thunders" staring at him behind him. However, these two "thunders" are completely capable of catching thieves with "two swords".

Xing Zhengyi and Zhao Zhenmin had already followed Hong Yanwu and left the big poplar tree. They were now squatting under the wall about twenty meters away from You San and his group, quietly observing. The three of them even had a small dispute over this observation location.

Just now, according to the wishes of the two policemen, they originally thought that it would be easier to observe if they got closer. Anyway, there were so many people that they couldn't be exposed. But Hong Yanwu insisted that he couldn't get too close, otherwise his line of sight would be easily blocked and he wouldn't be able to look at him. In the end, Xing Zhengyi and Zhao Zhenmin thought about it carefully, and they really had to admit that Hong Yanwu's words made more sense.

During this process, Hong Yanwu watched the emotional changes of the two policemen, and he was not at ease until they listened to his opinions. In fact, he was afraid that the two policemen would maintain their own identities and be stubborn. If that were the case, it would be difficult for him to achieve anything no matter how capable he was. But looking at it now, these two policemen are quite open-minded. Although they still looked at him with suspicion and scrutiny, who said he was a prisoner in a labor camp? He doesn't insist on this, as long as the two police officers can be pragmatic and reasonable when doing things. But for now, they are still people who can accomplish things.

Hong Yanwu knew that the skills of the two police officers were limited. After they were all squatting down, he pointed out to them the location of the chief criminals of the three gangs without waiting for questioning.

"Look, the strong man who is looking back. Look at the big guy opposite him, leaning against the wall, and the guy who just squatted down. The three of them are the main criminals you are looking for. You can feel that they are different from the others. Is it different?"

Xing Zhengyi seemed to feel slighted. He glanced at Hong Yanwu with a cold face and said nothing.

Zhao Zhenmin smiled and said, "Don't underestimate people. We know that these thieves are looking at people. Because their purpose here is not to watch the fun, but to steal money. So their eyes only pay attention to the people around them, and their eyes follow Like a hook, stare hard."

Hong Yanwu nodded and then asked again. "Then can you tell which of the three of them is the leader?"

Now Zhao Zhenmin was unsure, Xing Zhengyi spoke. "Is that the big guy?...No, he's the pretty capable one in gray people's clothing, right?"

Hong Yanwu nodded again. "Yes, that's You San. He's the leader of this group of 'Buddha's."

Zhao Zhenmin scratched his head after hearing this, "Why can't I tell who is the leader?"

"Then you have to pay attention to the difference between You San and the others. You see, they have their own division of labor and complement each other. Cun Tou is busy staring at other people's pockets, while You San and the big guy are responsible for 'patrolling'. But Their behavior is not exactly the same. The big one only cares about the three little ones in the crowd. But what about You San? This guy's eyes are scanning around the crowd. This is called "mine sweeping". They are looking for you plainclothes. You San is the most thief and suspicious. He is deliberately keeping a distance from his accomplices so that he can control the situation from behind. If the owner notices, he will stay behind and let the big guy come out first. Feng', if he discovers thunder... he will definitely throw his accomplices away and escape first."

When Hong Yanwu finished speaking, his mouth slipped and he almost lost the word "Leizi". Fortunately, both policemen were pondering his words, so no one paid any attention.

Xing Zhengyi was worried. "This Yousan is so good, isn't it easy to catch?"

Zhao Zhenmin is also in trouble. "Yeah, he didn't steal it himself. Even if he was caught, there would be no evidence?"

Hong Yanwu smiled and explained in detail to the two policemen, "So we have to wait. You two will see it soon. As long as the people below deliver the goods, they have to be handed over to You San. This is both a rule and for safety. Transferring stolen goods. For example, when an inch is stolen, it is transferred to You San. In this way, even if the owner discovers the theft, it cannot be proved. The stolen goods are called "the Tao". The police who have never seen this kind of thing are most likely to suffer from this. Sometimes they clearly see the "Buddha" taking action, but when they catch the person, they can't find the stolen goods."

This was the first time the two policemen had heard of these ghostly tricks, and they couldn't help but look like they suddenly realized it.

Hong Yanwu added another sentence. "To catch thieves and seize stolen goods, we have to catch You San after he attains the Tao. By then, as long as the 'goods' are on him, he will have nothing to do with anyone."

After saying this, the two policemen looked visibly relieved and nodded at the same time.

Zhao Zhenmin patted Hong Yanwu on the shoulder and said, "Brother, I have two brushes. I have to listen to your command today."

Hong Yanwu laughed, this was a bit embarrassing. "Brother policeman, I'm not bragging. This is all based on experience with real swords and guns. It's two different things from theory..."

Unexpectedly, when he was halfway through his words, Xing Zhengyi frowned and interrupted harshly. "Stop it. Have you ever violated the law and it has become your capital? Also, we are not your big brothers, we are the people's police who fight crime."

These words are really offensive, and I wish I could knock someone over. Hong Yanwu was so choked that he blinked and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Zhao Zhenmin next to him chuckled and winked at Hong Yanwu. "Yes, please remember that we are the people's police to destroy you."

This mischievous tone was undoubtedly helping to save the situation, which made Hong Yanwu less embarrassed. He couldn't help but show a grateful smile to Zhao Zhenmin.

At this moment, Hong Yanwu already knew the last names of the two policemen, and he also had some understanding of their different personalities.

This guy named Zhao has no airs and loves to joke. He is a very easy-to-get-together person. But this man named Xing has a cold temperament, with frost on his face and ice in his words, just like a frozen stone.

According to his experience, due to different personalities in life, everyone will inevitably have a few people with whom they are particularly compatible, and they can get along particularly harmoniously. But on the contrary, everyone will also encounter people whose personalities conflict with their own in almost every way, making it difficult to coexist. He had long sensed that it seemed to be destined that he and Xing Zhengyi would have this kind of mutually inflicting relationship.

Why do you say that?

Because when they were in Dongzhuang Santiao, he and Xing Zhengyi met without knowing each other. Just by meeting each other, everyone was angry and wanted to show off the other. And even though they are working together now, they always have disputes one after another over various issues. Unsaid, these are natural enemies, destined enemies.

However, even though it hit a big snag, he actually understood it quite well. The man surnamed Xing was always arrogant, but now he was forced to listen to the instructions of a detachment officer to catch thieves. He must have felt unbalanced. Just now, I blamed him for being too stupid, so he had a rough time, which was normal.

Beyond this, he was actually worried about how the two policemen would treat him afterwards. He has seen a lot of things like burning bridges across rivers. If someone represents the government and doesn't **** him off, it won't make any difference at all. So if he takes a step back and thinks about it, if he wants to achieve his goal, he just can't make friends. At the very least, he can't let the two policemen bother him.

When he figured all of this out, he naturally lost his temper.

On the contrary, Xing Zhengyi seemed a little embarrassed when he saw Hong Yanwu being scolded and didn't even say a word.

At this moment, You San from far away called Bu Tou and Big Man over and smoked for them one by one. Xing Zhengyi seemed to be addicted to smoking, so he took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket.

The cigarette boxes these days do not have hard-top paper boxes, nor do they have plastic outer covers. What Xing Zhengyi took out was just a thin paper cigarette box. In the middle of the cyan wrapping paper, there is a pattern of a white tower hidden by a green shade.

Hong Yanwu immediately remembered that this smoke was familiar. Beihai, an old brand of Beijing Cigarette Factory.

"Beihai" is the "tide smoke" of this era. Because most people smoke this cigarette, it covers a very wide range of people, and its popularity is basically equivalent to that of Zhongnanhai and Hongmei later. And at this time, there was also a related and well-known jingle: senior cadres smoked peonies, mid-level cadres smoked Xiangshan, the working class had 23 cents, and the peasant brothers had fun rolling cannons. The general meaning is that according to social class and income, cigarettes are divided into several consumption levels: 40 to 50 cents, more than 30 cents, and more than 20 cents. The "working class 23 cents" refers to "Beihai", 23 cents a package, economical and affordable.

To Hong Yanwu's surprise, after Xing Zhengyi took out the cigarettes, he threw one to him first. Needless to say, this undoubtedly means easing the relationship, or is a disguised apology. And when he suddenly received the cigarette that he had forgotten about for a long time, he was a little shocked.

Zhao Zhenmin seemed to have misunderstood, thinking that he was worried about something, and immediately patted his shoulder encouragingly to show that he was okay.

For this reason, Hong Yanwu felt a lot more relieved. Although it cannot be proved that the two policemen have regarded him as a partner, at least they really think that he is useful to them. He was no longer polite and simply put the cigarette in his mouth.

When Zhao Zhenmin took out the match after taking the cigarette, the three "chimneys" put their heads together, shielding the wind from the empty space with their hands, and lit the cigarettes one by one.

It smells so good.

Although "Beihai" does not have a filter, and he has to spit out the tobacco leaves stuck to his lips from time to time, Hong Yanwu still swallows the cigarette in big mouthfuls. In his previous life, he started to "recuperate" from smoking and passively quit smoking. Unexpectedly, I tasted tobacco again, and it turned out to be Beihai tobacco that had disappeared for many years. There is also an indescribable magical feeling in the satisfaction. And in this hesitation, the disagreement between him and Xing Zhengyi disappeared.

This is the special thing about this era. Almost all men use cigarettes to communicate with each other. I don’t know why, but cigarettes have this magical effect. They can adjust the feelings between people and bind smokers together like glue. And it’s not just limited to apologizing, it’s the same for everything. Handing a cigarette can bring you closer and arouse enthusiasm. For example, when going to a restaurant, if you go to the back kitchen and give the chef a good cigarette, the food will be served immediately and the quality will be improved.

Smoking does not delay the business. The three people who are suppressing the urge to catch the thief still focus on the crowd.

At this time, the three little cubs in the crowd have completely adapted to the crowded environment, and they are getting bolder and bolder. They are stroking back and forth, pushing around, and reaching out at will.

Xing Zhengyi is someone who can't hold back his anger when he sees a thief. As the saying goes, he is stubborn. In his nervousness, his eyes were fixed on the three little ones, not daring to blink. However, people come and go, and people passing by often get confused. His expression was inevitably frowning and winking, looking very anxious.

Zhao Zhenmin stretched his neck even further. It seemed that if he couldn't see clearly anymore, he would be ready to stand up.

Hong Yanwu soon discovered that the two policemen were competing. Their eyes were becoming more and more direct, and there was obviously something wrong with their targeting method.

He quickly reminded, "Don't stare so closely. You can only peek, don't look at the face. Otherwise You San can see through it at a glance."

Xing Zhengyi frowned, a little out of breath. "How can you find someone if you don't care about their reputation? If they 'deliver' something soon, why don't you miss the opportunity?"

Zhao Zhenmin also muttered. "It's not that serious, right? Is he a god? There is no writing on my face."

Hong Yanwu emphasized. "Who is You San? It's not an accident that he escaped from your roundup..."

Hit someone without slapping someone in the face, expose someone without exposing someone. Boss Xing Zhengyi was not happy when he heard Hong Yanwu mention the roundup, and forcibly interrupted him mid-hearing.

"Do you talk too much about the truth? Do you think you can do it?"

Zhao Zhenmin is not convinced either. "It kind of destroys our prestige."

Hong Yanwu knew that he had hurt the face of the two policemen again, but this time he could not compromise and had to patiently continue to explain. "Speak one word at a time. It's not to suppress you. Just like the police know how to spot a thief, Buddha also has the skills to 'sweep mines'. What is a guilty conscience? If there is any trouble, he will definitely run away."

What he said was indeed reasonable. Xing Zhengyi fell silent and fell into deep thought.

Zhao Zhenmin was still a little irritable, "This won't work, that won't work. So what do you think?"

Hong Yanwu wanted to continue to elaborate, but at this moment, he noticed that You San suddenly took a few steps away from the crowd of onlookers, and began to scan the square with his eyes in circles.

This suspicious ghost started to "clear mines" again...

Not good!

Seeing You San's searchlight-like eyes suddenly swung towards them, Hong Yanwu turned his head eagerly and growled at the two policemen at the same time. "Lower your head!"

Sensing the urgency, Xing Zhengyi and Zhao Zhenmin were so frightened that they shrank their necks and buried their heads directly, not daring to raise their heads for a long time.

Fortunately, You San found nothing unusual in time. After two minutes, You San turned around and looked in another direction, and then Hong Yanwu called out to the two policemen. "Okay, you can watch it."

I almost had a confrontation with You San just now. The two policemen raised their heads and couldn't help but look at each other. Because it was so sudden, sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Xing Zhengyi sighed sincerely. "You're right, Buddha's eyes are so powerful, they are like arrows."

Zhao Zhenmin also smacked his lips. "Well, Xuan. The eyes of that boy and I almost met just now."

The two policemen really knew how powerful they were now, but Hong Yanwu sighed secretly. He really didn't expect that these two young children were so young and couldn't even stare at people. There was no other way. In order to reduce the possibility of failure, he had no choice but to teach the two police officers his own experience.

Hey, become a master for the police? This is all evil.