The quiet Jiang Village suddenly became lively.

The main reason was that there were too many idle people in Jiang Village, they were really idle.

"Qi Ge, what should we do?" The police officers who followed Qi Shanwei also got out of the car and listened to various "mourning" sounds around them, feeling dumbfounded.

There were several elderly men and women in their seventies or older blocking the front of the car. They didn't even know how to use WeChat, but they took out their old-fashioned mobile phones and made a phone call while shouting:

"Jiang Yuan really sacrificed himself, I saw it with my own eyes. Why would they lie to you?"

"There's no misunderstanding. That daughter-in-law from that family has better eyesight than me. She saw the wreath."

"The wreath can be fake, just like the one that fat policeman sent last time."

At this moment, the police officers from the car behind also got out, their faces also filled with confusion as they listened to the sounds around them.

The driver of the car behind couldn't help but panic and stepped forward to remind Qi Shanwei, "What should we do? Don't let anything happen."

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"Ah." Qi Shanwei sighed heavily, "It's okay, I'm familiar with this part."

"Huh?"

"All of you, shout with me." Qi Shanwei gathered everyone together and took out various objects from the trunk.

After a while, the small team formed by the group of people held up the plaque that read "Home of Second-Class Heroes" and shouted in unison:

"Comrade Jiang Yuan is in good health, without any illness or disaster, and has made contributions on the front line!"

"Comrade Jiang Yuan is in good health, without any illness or disaster, and has made contributions on the front line!"

After shouting a few times, the people in front of the small supermarket in Jiang Village calmed down.

Yes, not only was Qi Shanwei familiar with this part, they were also quite familiar with it.

"Is Xiao Yuan not dead?" An old man walked up and seemed to want to confirm it personally.

"He's not dead, he made contributions. Just like last time, he's healthy and without any illness." Qi Shanwei faced the old man and spoke cautiously.

"Then tell my brother, I told him but he didn't believe me." The old man handed over an old-fashioned mobile phone, looking very serious.

Qi Shanwei instinctively took the phone and sighed, then said to the phone, "Grandpa, Jiang Yuan is not dead. Comrade Jiang Yuan performed well in the Wu Longye Ren case, played a crucial role in solving the case, pointed out the direction for the case, and in the subsequent arrest, fought bravely against the armed criminals, protected his teammates, and demonstrated justice..."

Qi Shanwei said a string of words in one breath, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and returned the phone to the old man.

The old man thanked him, took the phone, and shouted loudly and proudly, "I told you..."

Before Qi Shanwei could catch his breath, an old woman next to him handed him a phone and said, "Say something to my sister too."

Qi Shanwei was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said, "Does anyone else want to say something? I've said it once."

A bunch of old-fashioned mobile phones fell into Qi Shanwei's hands.

...

Qi Shanwei and several police officers walked at the forefront of the team with a blank expression.

Behind them were the agile fifty-year-old square formation team. Judging from their laughter and conversation, it was clear that they had received a lot of likes on their social media.

The mixed formation team of sixty and seventy-year-olds followed closely behind. They held old-fashioned mobile phones in one hand and waved them vigorously in the air, mixing the history of Jiang Village with their personal struggles.

People under fifty in Jiang Village were often collectively referred to as "landlords". They walked around with their hands behind their backs, dealing with different rental houses. They not only had to accompany real estate agents to show new clients around, but also had to pay for water and electricity, repair water and electricity, clean the houses, and dispose of garbage.

If there weren't enough houses, they could only work as security guards or cleaners for others to have a full workload, which was naturally not very pleasant.

Therefore, the landlords in Jiang Village often had to open small supermarkets, small restaurants, or buy storefronts to run hardware stores or curtain shops. These were all jobs that involved a wide range of people and required patience.

And in the event of an important incident in the village, the owners of small supermarkets and small restaurants would often be the first to disappear from the crowd.

The plaque that read "Home of Second-Class Heroes" had already been put up. Even if it wasn't for the sake of excitement, participating in the village-level banquet was obviously more profitable.

...

Jiangfu Town didn't sleep tonight, but its emotions remained stable.

Because their son was sleeping at home, the various messages on their mobile phones and WeChat only told Jiangfu Town one thing: it was time to cook meat.

Jiangfu Town took out a lamb from the refrigerator without washing it, hung it on the hook on the kitchen ceiling, and pulled it to the stove along the track. After putting it in, they poured water over it.

The lamb came from a friend's ranch and was carefully selected. It was delivered at a fixed time and then slaughtered by a butcher from Ningtai County. After blowing and peeling the skin, it was delivered to their home.

Because of the blowing and peeling process, as long as the slaughtering process was clean, the meat would be clean—before humans got involved, the meat was still connected to the skin by fascia, so why say it wasn't clean.

Even the refrigerator used by Jiangfu Town was very particular. They were all vertical big-brand cabinets. When the lamb was hung inside, it was either fresh lamb if it was done early, or acid-treated fresh lamb if it was done late. The techniques were slightly different, but the taste was still very good.

Jiangfu Town slowly lit the fire under the pot filled with water, and then prepared the onions, ginger, and garlic. They poured half a basket of them into the pot. When the blood foam rose, Jiangfu Town slowly skimmed it off. By then, the people outside were almost at the doorstep.The newly installed early warning intelligent defense system at home - two Doberman dogs, had already started barking impatiently.

These two puppies had been around for a while, and the villagers were already familiar with them. They casually greeted the dogs and entered the house.

Jiang Yuan got up and personally greeted the villagers.

"Good job, Jiang Yuan, you've earned another second-class merit."

"You now have two second-class merit plaques."

The villagers were bustling around the entrance, looking here and there, eating and playing happily.

It had been a while since they had a feast, and they finally found another opportunity.

What's more, the guest of honor was still present.

Everyone was very happy, sometimes asking Jiang Yuan to fetch salt, sometimes complaining about the lack of meat. In any case, as long as they could get the second-class merit holder to do something, they felt like they were getting a good deal.

If they could take some good photos and post them on their social media, that would be even better.

Jiang Yuan was busy but not angry. In Jiang Village, the biggest waste was to cook a lamb and have no one eat it.

Qi Shanwei and others were also pulled in to have a meal of lamb, and gradually they began to smile.

Because there were many people, one lamb was naturally not enough. Some people brought their own food.

Without the help of Jiang Yuan and Jiang Fu Town, everyone set up a rich banquet by themselves. There were five-spice beef, braised beef, small seafood in sauce, marinated seafood, charcoal-grilled pork neck, braised pork head meat...

Unlike last time, the villagers of Jiang Village did not worship their ancestors this time.

Grandpa San specifically found Jiang Yuan and said, "Our ancestors are also quite busy. We've already celebrated the second-class merit once this year. If we go to worship our ancestors again, they might think we're reporting the same thing twice, which wouldn't be good. Let's wait until the end of the year and report all together."

"Alright." Jiang Yuan agreed.

"Some of our ancestors were quite confused when they passed away. We don't know if they've recovered down there. Wait until next year, if you achieve another merit, we'll report it then. This year, we'll only report if you achieve other merits." Grandpa San was afraid that Jiang Yuan wouldn't understand, so he explained in detail.

Jiang Yuan personally lit a string of firecrackers to express his emotions.

Seeing that he was truly happy, Grandpa San cheerfully went for a stroll.

Jiang Yuan was naturally happy.

Who wouldn't be happy about being rewarded for their achievements? Not to mention, at yesterday's award ceremony, he also had the opportunity to choose a new skill:

Forensic Pathology (LV4)

This was the skill Jiang Yuan chose for himself.

In theory, he could choose more specialized minor skills and achieve a higher level like LV5.

But this time, after much consideration, Jiang Yuan decided to hold back.

After all, he, Jiang Yuan, was a legitimate forensic. And the most important skill for a forensic is forensic pathology.

The importance of mastering forensic pathology for a forensic is self-evident.

As for the LV5 skills in more specialized fields - to be honest, after working on cases for a while, Jiang Yuan felt that high-level skills were not practical.

Ordinary suspects could be easily caught without the need for LV5 skills.

Having those extra skills would be a waste.

Regardless, Jiang Yuan's new skill was ready...

He had hot pot last night, felt a bit stuffy in the head, and didn't manage to write the second chapter.

(End of Chapter)