Chapter 166: No Illness, No Disaster, Meritorious Service on the Front Line

Jiang Village, which didn't have much excitement, became lively in an instant.

Mainly because there were too many idlers in Jiang Village; they were truly too idle.

"Brother Qi, what should we do?" The police officers following Qi Shanwei also got out of the car, and then listening to the various "obituary" sounds around them, they were all stunned.

Even the several old men and women over seventy who were blocking the front of the car, who couldn't even play WeChat, took the time to take out their senior phones, dial a number, and shout at the top of their lungs:

"Jiang Yuan really sacrificed himself; I saw it myself. Why would I lie to you?"

"There's no misunderstanding; that daughter-in-law of someone's family, her eyes are much better than mine. She saw the wreath."

"How could a wreath be fake? It was the one delivered by that chubby policeman last time."

At this time, the police from the car behind also got out, listening to the sounds around them with full confusion.

The driver of the rear car couldn't help but step forward in panic, reminding Qi Shanwei: "What should we do? Don't let something happen."

"Sigh." Qi Shanwei sighed heavily and said: "It's fine, I'm familiar with this part."

"Huh?"

"You guys shout with me." Qi Shanwei pulled everyone together and took various items out of the trunk.

In a moment's time, the small team formed by several people held high the plaque of "Home of a Second-Class Meritorious Official" and shouted in unison:

"Comrade Jiang Yuan is healthy, no illness, no disaster, meritorious service on the front line!"

"Comrade Jiang Yuan is healthy, no illness, no disaster, meritorious service on the front line!"

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

That's right, not only was Qi Shanwei familiar with this part, they were also quite familiar with it.

"Is Little Yuan not dead?" An old man stepped forward, looking like he wanted to confirm it personally.

"Not dead, he performed meritorious service. Just like last time, no illness, no disaster." Qi Shanwei didn't dare to speak heavily in front of the old man.

"Then tell my brother; I told him, but he didn't believe it." The old man handed over a senior phone, looking very serious.

Qi Shanwei subconsciously took the phone, couldn't help but sigh, and then said to the phone: "Grandpa, Jiang Yuan is not dead. Comrade Jiang Yuan performed outstandingly in the Wu Long wild man case, played a key role in solving the case many times, pointed out the direction for solving the case, and in the subsequent arrest, fought bravely against armed criminals, covered his teammates, and manifested justice..."

Qi Shanwei said a string of words in one breath, then 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 rest, the old lady beside him handed him her phone and said: "Tell my sister too."

Qi Shanwei was stunned for a moment, finally sighed, and said: "Who else wants to talk? I'll say it all at once."

A pile of senior phones fell into Qi Shanwei's grasp.

Qi Shanwei and several police officers walked at the very front of the team with numb expressions.

Behind them was the agile fifty-year-old phalanx. Looking at their chatting and laughing, one could tell they had received a large number of likes in their Moments.

The mixed phalanx of sixty and seventy-year-olds followed closely behind. They gripped their senior phones tightly in one hand, while the other hand often waved desperately in the air, mixing the history of Jiang Village with personal struggle.

Jiang Village people under fifty were collectively and respectfully called "landlords." They walked with their hands behind their backs, rushing between different rental houses, not only following agents to show houses to new clients but also paying water and electricity bills, repairing water and electricity, cleaning houses, and clearing garbage.

If there weren't enough houses, they could only be security guards or cleaners to have a full workload, which naturally wasn't very pleasant.

Therefore, those in Jiang Village with fewer houses often opened supermarkets, small restaurants, or bought storefronts to run hardware stores or curtain shops—all of which were jobs with wide contact and the ability to sit still.

And in a situation where an important event happened in the village, the small bosses of the small supermarkets and small restaurants were often the first to disappear into the crowd.

The plaque of "Home of a Second-Class Meritorious Official" was already out; even if it wasn't for the excitement or making money, participating in a village-level banquet was obviously more profitable.

Jiangfuzhen didn't sleep today, but his emotional expression was stable.

Because his son was sleeping at home, the various messages jumping out on his WeChat just told Jiangfuzhen one thing: it was time to boil the meat.

Jiangfuzhen took a sheep out of the freezer, didn't even wash it, hung it up with the hook on the kitchen ceiling, pulled it along the track to the stove, and put it in before pouring water.

The sheep was from a friend's ranch, selected extremely strictly, delivered at a fixed time, and then slaughtered by a butcher in Ningtai County, skinned, and delivered to the house.

Because it was a blowing-skinning process, as long as the slaughtering process was clean, the meat was clean—before humans participated, the meat was connected to the skin by fascia; why say it wasn't clean?

The freezer Jiangfuzhen used was also very particular; they were all large-brand vertical cabinets. The sheep hung inside, and what was made early was fresh mutton, and what was made late was fresh mutton that had been acid-drained. The methods were slightly different, but the taste was very good.

The pot was filled with water, Jiangfuzhen lit the fire slowly, then processed the green onions, ginger, and garlic, poured half a basket of each in, and waited for the blood foam to rise. Jiangfuzhen skimmed it clean slowly, and the people outside were almost at the door.

The intelligent warning defense linkage system that had just gone online at home—two Dobermans—had already started barking impatiently.

These two little dogs had been online for a while; the villagers were already familiar with them, greeted them without surprise, and entered.

Jiang Yuan got up and greeted the villagers personally.

"Jiang Yuan, not bad, another second-class merit."

"Two plaques for second-class meritorious officials."

The villagers darted around at the door, looking here and eating there, playing happily and joyfully.

They hadn't eaten a banquet for many days, and finally found an opportunity again.

What was even rarer was that the guest of honor was still there.

Everyone was very happy, ordering Jiang Yuan to get salt one moment, and shouting that there wasn't enough meat the next. Anyway, as long as they could make the second-class meritorious official do something, they felt they had taken advantage.

If they could take a few good photos to post on Moments, that would be even better.

Jiang Yuan was busy and didn't get angry. In Jiang Village, boiled mutton that no one ate was the biggest waste.

Qi Shanwei and the others were also pulled to eat a meal of mutton, gradually beaming with joy.

Because many people came, one sheep was naturally not enough to eat, so some people brought things they had made themselves.

They didn't even need Jiang Yuan and Jiangfuzhen to help; everyone did it themselves and set up a rich banquet, with five-spice beef, braised beef, small seafood in sauce, cooked marinated seafood, charcoal-grilled pork neck, and braised pig head meat...

Different from last time, the people of Jiang Village didn't worship their ancestors this time.

Third Grandpa also specifically found Jiang Yuan and said: "The ancestors are also quite busy. A second-class merit has been reported once this year; if we go to worship the ancestors again, if the ancestors think we are reporting one thing twice, that wouldn't be good. It's better to wait until the end of the year to report it uniformly."

"Okay." Jiang Yuan agreed.

"Some old ancestors were quite confused when they left; when they got down there, I don't know if they recovered. Wait until next year, when you perform meritorious service again, we will report it again. This year, we will report it when we get other merits." Third Grandpa was still afraid Jiang Yuan wouldn't understand and explained in detail.

Jiang Yuan personally lit a string of firecrackers, which finally expressed his personal emotions clearly.

Seeing that he was truly happy, Third Grandpa went for a stroll happily.

Jiang Yuan was naturally happy.

Who wouldn't be happy to perform meritorious service and receive an award? Not to mention, at the award ceremony yesterday, he also got the opportunity to choose a new skill:

Forensic Pathology (LV4)

This was the skill Jiang Yuan chose himself.

Logically speaking, he could also choose more subdivided small skills to get high-level goods at the LV5 level.

But this time, after thinking about it repeatedly, Jiang Yuan finally held back.

No matter what, Jiang Yuan was a genuine forensic doctor. And the most important skill for a forensic doctor is forensic pathology.

The importance of fully mastering forensic pathology to a forensic doctor is self-evident.

As for the LV5 skills in more subdivided fields—honestly speaking, after doing cases for such a period of time, what Jiang Yuan felt more deeply was that high-level goods were not grounded.

Ordinary criminal suspects could be easily caught without LV5 skills.

Having those extra skills was too wasteful.

No matter what, Jiang Yuan's new skill was ready...

－－－－－－Author's Note－－－－－－

Ate hot pot last night, felt stuffy in the head, didn't write the second chapter. ===== CHAPTER 167 =====