Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1341 - 653 No corporal punishment, write a report_2

When Yan Fei was leaving, Officer Xu was very courteous and escorted him all the way to the main entrance. He truly appreciated Yan Fei’s help—it was the first day of the Chinese New Year, and Yan Fei was willing to bring people to assist him. How could he not be courteous!

By the time they returned to the cattle farm, it was already completely dark. A group of people ate steaming hot meals and told those who hadn’t gone about the day’s events, with bursts of laughter spreading around. It was indeed a lively scene.

After dinner, Old Gao took Cui Zhangfei and the others to see the new site. Yan Fei instructed, "Just take a look around and then get some rest early. It’s Chinese New Year today, and there won’t be any problems tonight. It’s been like that for the past few days. Just keep an eye on the bridgehead area; there’s no need for patrols inside at night."

There really wasn’t any worry about problems; River Heart Island was just over there. As long as the people at the bridgehead were alert, a few days of relaxation wouldn’t hurt. Besides, Yan Fei, who didn’t need much sleep at night, was around. His wife wasn’t by his side these days, so he’d certainly be heading to Dinosaur World at night, flying a round above Sancha River, which guaranteed a better effect than patrolling. freёnovelkiss.com

Once Old Gao and the others had left, Heizi started to get busy, jumping up and down asking if anyone had a Suona music tape.

After a long search, they actually found a pure music tape of the Guzheng. As for Suona music, that really wasn’t available. There was plenty of pop music, though; with many young people around the site who also had some money, it was normal to play a cassette on a small recorder.

However, although these people were always studying, their learning was aimed at "practical" purposes. As for listening to pure music to cultivate their sentiments, no one had that interest yet, much less the free time—Heizi being able to quote the line about "withered vines, old trees, and crows" was already quite impressive.

The reason why there was a Guzheng tape at the site was all thanks to Yan Fei’s expertise. Hadn’t he once written an article titled "Playing the Guzheng to Cows Isn’t Out of the Question"? Back then, for the sake of "research," he had brought a few tapes, which were still occasionally played over the loudspeakers.

While Heizi was busy searching for tapes, a somewhat ludicrous incident occurred at the police station.

In the evening, everyone gradually finished the meals sent by their families and then, following Officer Xu’s instructions, did a round of push-ups before resting. Officer Xu had issued this order, and the station staff, hearing that Yan Fei also supported everyone, left a deep impression on a bunch of gamblers. They really enjoyed implementing it—since these fellows couldn’t go home for the New Year, it would be a disservice not to give them a hard time.

The tormented gamblers didn’t have much to say. They knew there was definitely no such punishment in the law, but once they were in the station, they had to do whatever they were told!

But Er Gouzi had something to say, and immediately declared righteously, "It’s wrong for us to gamble, but I’ve never heard that gambling should lead to these bizarre activities. Is this a police station or a gym?"

He did have a point. Many people at the station simply didn’t know what a "gym" was—in coastal big cities, the concept was just beginning to emerge, but in a place like Sancha River with no market, not many people had heard of it.

When the member of defense force who came to make Er Gouzi do push-ups heard him say this, he was somewhat stunned. Were there still such disobedient people inside here?

Unexpectedly, seeing him stay silent, Er Gouzi became even more assertive, "This is illegal. The police station is supposed to detain people; when did it get the right to physically punish? This isn’t a Reeducation Through Labor Centre... Hmph, you just gave me one Bun, and now you want me to do push-ups? No way!"

The defense force member who came to get him wasn’t even sure whether a station could make people work like a Reeducation Through Labor Centre.

Since Er Gouzi was unwilling to accept the physical punishment, others really had no good solution. They couldn’t just get a few people to force him, could they? If they did that, who were they really punishing—him or everyone?

A few people at the station discussed it and found no other solution—everyone knew Officer Xu was a bit rigid with principles. Being able to let everyone mess with a group of gamblers this time probably already reached his limit. If they started to mistreat suspects, the suspects might not speak up, but Officer Xu would probably not stand it.

So, Dang Wenzheng ran over to ask Xu Changsheng, "Officer Xu, what should we do if Er Gouzi doesn’t obey?"

Officer Xu had just finished his meal, his mind somewhat homesick at the moment—other police officers and defense team members had meals sent by their families, and even a few detainees had families who traveled a distance to deliver meals. Only he, the station chief, didn’t have anyone deliver his meal, merely getting by with what everyone else had.

Upon hearing Dang Wenzheng’s question, he was a bit slow to respond, "Why aren’t you obeying?"

Dang Wenzheng explained, "That Er Gouzi knows quite a bit, saying that what we’re doing is illegal, that we can’t use corporal punishment..."

"Corporal punishment!" Officer Xu muttered softly, falling into deep thought.

After a while, seeing that Officer Xu hadn’t snapped out of it, Dang Wenzheng couldn’t help but urge him, "Officer Xu, what about that Yang Er Gou? He says we can’t use corporal punishment, so maybe just keep him locked up. Extend his detention a few days..."

"No need!" Officer Xu came back to his senses, not knowing what had come to his mind, a slight smile appearing on his face, tinged with a baffling sense of sorrow, as if recalling some unbearable memory. "Can he read?"

"He can read!" Dang Wenzheng replied with a bit of confusion.

"Then let him write a self-criticism!" When Officer Xu said this, his expression seemed... especially relaxed and cheerful, almost... schadenfreude. Too bad Dang Wenzheng couldn’t understand, otherwise he would have realized: It seems Officer Xu, too, has his stories!

"Our catching them is also to correct their mistakes. I have a book here, take it to Er Gouzi, let him study it himself, and then write a reflection."

While speaking, Officer Xu took a thick book from the table nearby and handed it over.

Dang Wenzheng took it, holding a book with "Sending Law to the Countryside - Research on Grassroots Judicial System" written on the cover, somewhat puzzled, "Just let him off like this?"

Officer Xu nodded, "Well, we can’t use corporal punishment! But we can’t just let things slide either. We still need to educate. Go on, give him the book and tell him to read it thoroughly and write a reflection of over 20,000 words. Oh, and deliver this stack of manuscript paper to him. Tell him if he can’t write it, don’t think about going home!"

Hearing about the 20,000-word reflection, Dang Wenzheng’s heart jumped, immediately understanding. He took the manuscript paper with extra respect, "Hard to tell, this scholarly-looking young station chief has this trick up his sleeve. So crafty! I hope he only uses this method on those who are arrested, and doesn’t turn around and make us do it too, otherwise life would truly be unbearable..."

As he was about to leave, Officer Xu added, "Tell the others as well, those who don’t want corporal punishment just say so. Our police station can’t be obstinate. If they don’t accept corporal punishment, they should study diligently. As long as it achieves the goal of educating them, any method is the same."

Holding the book and manuscript paper, Dang Wenzheng wiped away a nonexistent sweat, still feeling the aftereffects—Officer Xu’s strategy was truly fierce, frightening!

Downstairs, the people waiting asked him, "What did the chief say?"

Dang Wenzheng chuckled and shared the chief’s measures. Everyone else was initially startled, then they reveled in schadenfreude. A young community defense member turned and ran, "Brother Zheng, you only took manuscript paper, how come you didn’t bring a pen? I’ll go find you one."

When Dang Wenzheng reached the room where Er Gouzi was held, several onlookers followed—saying they came to revel in his misfortune seemed more apt. Dang Wenzheng set down the book, manuscript paper, and pen: "Comrade Yang Er Gou, we were wrong to think of punishing you, it was highly inappropriate. I apologize on behalf of everyone."

Upon seeing the items Dang Wenzheng brought, Er Gouzi panicked, "What are these for? I’m telling you, you better not..."

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