Chapter 14: Don't Reach Out When Taking Photos

Jiang Village residential area.

Before reaching the door, the sound of firecrackers crackling had already entered his ears.

Ningtai County is a small county. Although you can ride an electric scooter from the city center to the foot of Mount Sining, as long as you cross the Taihe River, it is the countryside, and the city ban is useless.

The propaganda slogan at the entrance of the residential area is still "Straw returning to the field, land fertilization". The green space on the left also has many pieces that have been opened into vegetable plots. From a more humanistic perspective, everyone is still trying to maintain the original lifestyle as much as possible.

In the first few years of demolition, there were old men driving the Land Cruiser newly bought by their sons to farm, and after returning, they scolded that RB cars were not good. In recent years, more land has been occupied, and everyone's mentality has gradually calmed down. Buying cars has also gradually integrated into the public from Land Cruiser to Cayenne to Continental.

"Yuan Zi is back." Outside the small shop at the entrance of the residential area, more than a dozen idle people were chatting. These were villagers who were too lazy to play mahjong. Seeing Jiang Yuan from afar, they asked loudly: "Who did you dissect today? Where did someone die?"

Jiang Yuan slowed down and said nicely: "No dissection today."

"Then what do you do all day?"

"If there is no dissection, there is nothing to do. Do whatever you want." Doing fingerprints is what Jiang Yuan did voluntarily, which cannot be considered the work of a forensic doctor.

The idle men and aunts at the door of the small shop praised: "No wonder everyone says civil servants are good. Look at people working in national units, they can get money without doing anything all day. How can those who work do it? Like the ones who rent my front building, a group of young people, all come back after dark, and some young couples go out early and return late, and their faces are black with tiredness."

"The young people who rent my house are also, there are a few riding bicycles, and they are not as fast as me."

"That's right, it's better to be an official. Look at the few goods in the demolition office, one by one, they are arrogant. Last time when the east head was demolished, my tree clearly had ten centimeters, and they insisted on saying 9 centimeters, and calculated many fewer!"

"My son just didn't study well. I had no choice before, so I found a temporary job for my son in the bank. First, two boxes were not enough, and I asked people to save money from time to time, saying it was a deposit business. One deposit is 500,000, 800,000. The oil sent by the bank is everywhere in the house, and it can't be used up. By the way, brothers, if you want to fry things, take the oil from me."

"No need, no need, the same, everywhere is oil."

Jiang Yuan listened to these strange yet familiar chats, feeling as if he had returned to the village again. He had lived in school since middle school, and by the time he finished university and returned, he had just missed the days when the people of Jiang Village got rid of poverty and became rich, and then became rich and rich.

He smiled politely, passed the small shop slowly, passed the square occupied by another group of aunts, and the express point occupied by a group of middle-aged and young people, and arrived downstairs.

And in the public auditorium diagonally opposite his home, the lively funeral ceremony was proceeding in an orderly manner.

The bald monk, the long-haired Taoist priest, and the short-haired priest each occupied a corner, each showing their magical powers. The Jiang Village residential area has been rich for more than ten years, plus many believers, it has long been a stronghold for various people to fight for. Not to mention that his seventeenth uncle died of unnatural death and needed to pay more road money, even if the cats in the village died, someone had to hold a water and land dojo.

Old Dad Jiangfuzhen is as usual helping in the kitchen. The beef and mutton he cooks are unique in the village. And in the village, once such a person is established, there will be no shortage of active participation in weddings and funerals.

Jiang Yuan is also used to this kind of activity. He parked his electric scooter and found a place to wash his hands and face, and then consciously went to the kitchen to help.

He is responsible for cutting shredded potatoes, shredded carrots, etc. all year round.

"Busy today?" Jiangfuzhen skimmed the blood foam of the beef and came over to ask.

Jiang Yuan just put down the kitchen knife and shook his hands, saying: "Not too busy, did something else."

"Didn't cut the corpse today." Jiangfuzhen asked again, and Aunt Hua on the side also looked over.

"Didn't cut. I have only seen a corpse once since I arrived at the unit." Jiang Yuan made a detailed explanation.

Aunt Hua on the side couldn't help but pat her chest, feeling relieved, and then changed her expression embarrassedly, howling loudly: "Seventeenth uncle... woo woo, speaking of seventeenth uncle, I feel uncomfortable in my heart. How long have I lived a good life, alas..."

Jiang Yuan waited calmly for her to finish crying, and asked his old man: "Seventeenth uncle and seventeenth aunt are both gone, who is the feast?"

"Your fifth uncle is in charge, the gift money went to the expenses, saying it was for seventeenth uncle's doll to go to school, that is Jiang Le, do you remember." Jiangfuzhen said while stirring the beef pot.

Aunt Hua said on the side: "Jiang Yuan, remember to go out and take pictures later. You young people go out to study, and some people don't see each other for a few times a year. If you have a chance, take a few more pictures and look at them more, at least recognize the face."

Jiang Yuan responded, and after the vegetables in his hand were cut, he heard someone shouting to take pictures.

Jiang Yuan went out of the kitchen and saw more than a dozen young people standing under a tree, lively and lively, posing.

The photographer specially hired also reminded: "Let's stand a little to the right, it's easy to take pictures of monks on the left."

"If you take a picture, just PS it away." A girl who was ready for the POSE said.

The photographer said nicely: "The bald heads of the monks are easy to reflect. The later stage can P away the bald heads, but the reflection makes the face big."

The girl quickly walked out of the shade, saw Jiang Yuan, and hurriedly waved: "Sixth cousin, come to the middle. Did you just get off work?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuan walked over.

"I'll take a picture with brother first." Cousin Jia said and made a scissors hand in front of her face, and pulled Jiang Yuan to shout: "Do it together."

"Turn it over." Jiang Yuan made a scissors hand, but faced the nail side to the camera, and explained: "Fingerprints can be extracted from photos, so this action is relatively dangerous."

Cousin Jia obediently turned her fingers over, and then boasted to several classmates who came to play: "My brother is a forensic doctor. Seventeenth uncle was dissected by him."

"Forensic doctor... forensic doctor is really handsome." Several non-Jiang classmates gathered together and made giggling laughter.

A girl who was taking a selfie with a V-sign stopped, looked at Jiang Yuan, and said boldly: "Forensic brother, look at the photos I took. You just said that fingerprints can be extracted from photos. In fact, even if they are extracted, they can't use them, right?"

"Generally speaking, this is the case, but fingerprints have to follow you for a lifetime. Maybe..." Jiang Yuan decided to say it more seriously, saying: "The other party may take your fingerprints to unlock your mobile phone."

The girl's thinking was substituted, and she was shocked in an instant, and said: "I have posted many photos to Moments."

"It doesn't matter if the photos are beautified." Jiang Yuan easily comforted the other party.