. "Why? What are you doing?" Zhang Yan still stood steadily, sighing in his heart, and didn't know whether it was for himself or for anything else. Anyway, no matter what, as long as it is for Qiufeng County, he, the county party secretary, has the responsibility to do it himself. The good and bad thoughts are bad, and he has to solve all the bad ones.

"I am a policeman, why did you even get rid of the old man? Come with me. I won't peel you off. I don't know that Prince Ma has three eyes."

"You can let me go, what do you have to explain clearly?"

"You hit the old man just now, and the old man was bleeding, right? This is intentional injury. You have to pay at least 3500 yuan?"

Zhang Yan was happy, "But the old man said it's okay, why are you involved?"

The old man next to him squeezed over and said with a smile: "It's okay, young man pay attention next time, it's okay."

The acne man ignored him and defended himself: "I am a policeman. I think you are suspected of intentional injury. Come with me!"

Zhang Yan was furious and said, "Where is your policeman's certificate? There is no regulation now. Do police have to show their policeman first during official duties? Why don't you show them? If there is no police certificate, how can you know who you are?"

The acne man was furious and took out a document from his pocket and shook it in front of Zhang Yan's eyes: "Boy, let you pretend to be * with me, see clearly, oh... be gentle!" Zhang Yan grabbed the acne man's hand with one hand, took the document with the other hand, and opened it. It was a co-sponsored certificate with the words Yang Jiahai. It seemed that he was just an auxiliary policeman. He was not a formal policeman, and Zhang Yan felt a little relieved. If the police did this, it means that the police team in Qiufeng County was already frustrating. Forget it. This thing is also a Chinese characteristic. Strictly speaking, it is just a joint defense team, and the requirements are too high and there is no practical significance. It is normal for a few bad apples to patrol him. Zhang Yan patted his hands and threw the auxiliary policeman over: "You are an auxiliary policeman. You don't have the power to enforce the law alone, go back quickly."

Yang Jiahai was embarrassed and his face became ferocious, but Zhang Yan came just now. He knew that he was no match for the fight, so he scolded him fiercely and squeezed out the crowd and asked someone to go. Zhang Yan didn't care. He followed the crowd and walked to the noodle shop. He called a bowl of Dandan noodles. The boss of Dandan noodles was surnamed Li, who was from Shaanxi, and he was very straightforward. The pasta was made very well, so people called him Old Dandan.

The dandan noodles he made were a little yellow. Someone once advised him to add some whitening agent to the noodles, which would make them look good. As a result, Lao Li didn't do it, so his noodles tasted a little sour and moderately soft and hard. Although they didn't look good, they tasted different. The business was also very good, even on the snack street, it was one of the best business.

"Brother, you are here to eat again. I'll send a portion of soap buns." Seeing Zhang Yan coming, Li Laodan personally brought the Dandan noodles. Zhang Yan smiled and took them over and asked, "Have the local people from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau come after the last time?"

Mr. Li rubbed his hands: "Brother, I've come here several times. I don't pay for free. This is awesome."

Zhang Yan frowned. He had already specifically pointed out the industrial and commercial issues at the Standing Committee. Why is it still so unscrupulous now? Do you really have to seize it and clean up hard to make it work? "Brother Dan, I know some people, otherwise I will introduce it to you so that no one will harass you."

Mr. Li smiled bitterly: "Thank you, brother, but we are a small business. The people you introduced are all big masters. It costs thousands or eight hundred yuan to meet. If you do business, you may not be as much money as you can. We don't have that much money, but thank you, brother."

Li Laodan turned around and went to the kitchen. Zhang Yan sighed. It was not because Li Laodan said something wrong, but because Li Laodan said it was too right. I don’t know when the people’s public servants were disdainful to meet the people, and the people could only strive for fairness in their own way.

After eating a bowl of noodles, Zhang Yan was sweating all over, his body seemed to have become much lighter, and his mood improved a lot. He walked around the snack street at will, and all kinds of slogans were heard. This is also a major feature of the snack street. There is a slogan in front of each snack shop, and there is a mixed mixture of slogans.

Zhang Yan turned up his hat and blocked most of his face. He did this for nothing but wanted to hear what the people think of him. When he went down, the people he saw and what he heard were arranged, which made people feel very uncomfortable. This time he had a rare time to raid once, and it was really a pity that kept calling from the people.

Not to mention being so careful, I really heard a lot of complaints, so Zhang Yan stretched out his ears to listen.

"I've been laid off this month, ** Easy to read on your phone: K still makes people unable to survive. The boss brings a bowl of white noodles and adds more minced coriander. Brother, you are a good life and you have made a lot of money in the market. I'll drive my brother to where you can make a living."

"Hey, brother, you don't know. I don't make any money. Last month, I bought bell-bottom pants and several of them were taken away by industrial and commercial tax officials. I didn't dare to ask for them."

"Well, brother, why don't you want it... Don't squeeze it, eat a bowl of noodles and don't stop calming down. The boss's noodles have been ready, and he's almost hungry."

Zhang Yan lowered his head and smiled. The unscrupulous guys embarrass him everywhere, but this kind of thing is not the first time, nor the last time. Even if he gets tired of his mouth, he can't stop it. Zhang Yan knew that even if he calls people, the two people who eat noodles would not dare to fart. Zhang Yan didn't want to see this kind of unspoken rule, because it means that the people have given up the right to the Constitution and have acquiesced to this unspoken rule, but as an unspoken rule, it has its own reasons to be popular.

Following the crowd, Zhang Yan heard more troubles and pains, which were something he had never seen before. Seeing the people under his control working so hard, Zhang Yan felt very uncomfortable. It was not a problem that money could solve. If you say that Zhang Yan could easily pay the people of Qiufeng County, but can he pay for the rest of his life? If you want to solve the problem in Qiufeng County, there is still a long way to go.

After walking a few steps along the flow of people, my eyes suddenly became clear. It turned out that it had reached the end of the snack street. Outside the snack street, there were many vendors doing business. These people were all mobile tricycles to prevent urban management from arresting people. When Zhang Yan came out, he heard someone shouting, "The urban management is here!" The vendors immediately pushed the tricycle and ran away with their lives.

Zhang Yan was interesting to see. Although he didn't look at the surrounding situation, he could still feel that the urban management did not come. Why were these people still scared to this? In Zhang Yan's view, at least for the moment, the urban management in Qiufeng County has not evolved into the mighty urban management who met Buddha and killed God.

Zhang Yan was thinking about it. Seeing that there was no urban management to catch it, the vendors were reluctant to leave the business, so they pushed the carts back to their respective seats. Zhang Yan walked over, stood in front of a jar selling sheep heads, and greeted the stall owner: "How is the business of my brother?"

The stall owner was in his thirties, with a pale face and thin face. Seeing that Zhang Yan had no intention of buying things, he turned his head aside and ignored Zhang Yan. It was cold and the ground was frozen. Who had time to chat? When Zhang Yan saw it, he had to pay ten yuan to buy a sheep face. The thing fell secondly. Zhang Yan mainly wanted to ask more questions.

Isn’t there that saying? The people have a scale in their hearts, and they understand how much they do.

"Okay, big brother, wait." The stall owner collected the money first, then took out the sheep's head and put it on the case, took out a handful of curved blades, and then fell on the case piece by piece. Finally, the stall owner copied the knife and copied it directly onto the plate, added some sauce and handed it to Zhang Yan.

"Is the business good lately? Hum?" Zhang Yan smiled and took the plate and led the topic in the direction he wanted. However, as soon as the sheep head was in the mouth, he felt delicious, crispy, rich in mellow, crispy, tender and fresh, and had a unique flavor. Zhang Yan's interest turned to the sheep head: "Brother, you are really good at making this sheep head."

The stall owner was happy when he heard this: "Brother, I tell you that this sheep head was made by King Li Chuang himself. It is said that in a cold winter, Li Zicheng and these fifteen people were driven into the mountains by the government army. They threw away all the things and hadn't eaten for a few days. Finally, they stole a sheep from the mountain people's house. But they had no oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, pepper and pepper. They had no oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and pepper. They had to boil them in white water. They had no salt, no sauce, and no smell. But this was not enough. These strong men who were used to drinking big bowls and eating meat on a large plate

Oh! What to do? Li Zicheng rubbed his unfulfilled belly, searched randomly, dreaming of finding something to satisfy his hunger, but the weather was cold, and he didn't even have wild vegetables and mushrooms. As he looked, Li Zicheng stared at the sheep head that he had just discarded. If he wanted to say that the sheep head was the most difficult to clean, the hairy ones were not good-looking, and there was no way. Who told him to be hungry? Li Zicheng pulled out his waist knife and shave it in half and five seconds! However, his waist knife killed too many people, which was a bit dull, so he just made do with it and shaved it and threw it into boiling water to cook.

But the sheep's head was so foamy that it seemed to be mushy when a pot of soup looked like it. Change the water and boil it again, and then change the water and boil it again. Then change the snow water seven times, and the cooked sheep's head was white and crisp.

Li Zicheng was overjoyed and had a full meal. Of course, I think Li Zicheng would not share the 15 people. How could a sheep head be enough? Li Zicheng pinched two sheep horns with his hands and ate the sheep head, making the fifteen people greedy, and all the drools flow all over the floor. It is said that the weather was too cold at that time, and the drools became icicles! After this, the white water sheep head was passed down like this..."
Chapter completed!