Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1350 - 657: Wealth in the Mountains Brings Distant Relatives_2

Chapter 1350: Chapter 657: Wealth in the Mountains Brings Distant Relatives_2

In short, all these trivial family matters amount to nothing but a pile of chicken feathers. But now, these destitute households, rehabilitated offenders, orphans and widows who can’t stay at home, and grandparent-grandchild pairs without a family pillar all had "relatives" coming to visit them.

Moreover, it was on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

In Sancha River Township, the custom is that Day Twenty-five is for daughters returning to their Mother’s Family or nephews visiting their uncles and sons-in-law visiting their mothers-in-law. Visits to other relatives must wait; these are the relatives you’re supposed to see on Day Twenty-five.

Since they had come, and there was no shortage of food for the table anyway, they might as well provide for them!

What was frustrating, however, was that all these visitors had brought their children—after all, you had to give out New Year’s money, didn’t you?

Gong Hanqing and Fang Xiaoqing reluctantly received New Year’s money too, five yuan each. But Old Gong gave out twenty yuan, and Lin Yumei gave out twenty-five yuan. As for Old Gao and Old Cheng, they simply handed out without receiving anything in return. These two didn’t care much, but Fang Xiaoqing was so annoyed, her head hurt...

Life truly presents a myriad of conditions; indeed, anything can happen.

Yan Fei was too lazy to deal with these matters. Seeing there was nothing much to do around, he called Lin Baoguo’s home but got no answer. He simply made a trip there, found Lin Baoguo’s house locked, and figured they were likely out visiting relatives and hadn’t returned.

With nothing pressing, he also went to check out the police station.

Most of those who had been caught gambling were now released. It was a minor issue to begin with; they had been given a good scare and their gambling funds confiscated, which was lesson enough.

When Dang Wenzheng told him about it, he was all smiles, pleased as could be.

Just that morning, those people had been roused to do push-ups before being released.

Those who like to exercise know that if you haven’t done push-ups before, suddenly doing too many will inevitably result in sore arms the next morning. Those guys had done several hundred throughout the night, and some couldn’t even lift their floppy arms when they got up.

But the people at the station had their ways, telling them that once they finished the push-ups, they could go home, and the last to finish would be publicly criticized. At that moment, one of the officers had even prepared a piece of paper and a pen, ready to write the announcement.

This notice wasn’t actually planned to be posted in every village, just at the entrance of the police station.

Even so, nobody wanted their name to turn up at the entrance of the police station—during the New Year, having your name appear there would really stink up the place. All the gamblers were young people, some yet to discuss marriage, and with such a bad reputation for gambling, which girl from any village would want to jump into that ’pit of fire’?

And today was the second day of the Lunar New Year, a day to visit relatives. The station was already accommodating them: finish the push-ups, and you could go home—no delay in visiting relatives.

As long as they could visit relatives as usual, they could later concoct some lie for outsiders, claiming they were just spectators caught up in the excitement, and thus smooth over the incident. Nobody was a fool; they might lose their wits to greed while gambling or simply indulge too much, but afterwards, they all understood how damaging a reputation as a compulsive gambler could be for one’s good name.

With the temptation of going home to visit relatives in front and the threat of having their names posted at the entrance of the station behind, those guys really exerted all their strength—even resorting to sucking milk like babies. In the end, three people finished the push-ups together.

The station was just trying to scare them, and this gave them a perfect excuse not to criticize publicly. Those three, who could barely get off the ground, were truly grateful...

During the New Year, it was hard for those remaining in the station as well, so even if they caused some minor trouble, Officer Xu would turn a blind eye.

Er Gouzi was the more miserable one this morning, with his bloodshot eyes from staying awake all night, he actually produced an inspection page for the community watch member who had wanted to electrocute him the night before. Although it was full of mistakes and the sentences hardly made sense, and it was less than three hundred words...

The community watch member was just messing around, and with this document, didn’t make it difficult for him anymore—after all, the guy had struggled through the night without sleep; that was the extent of his ability. One could only imagine when he would finish his twenty-thousand-word reflection.

As for the others still held at the station, aside from those from out of town, the rest were like Old Baldy, lured into organizing gambling sessions. They could forget about going home to visit relatives; while others gambled more for fun, these were deliberately there for the gamble.

Don’t even think about having good food in the detention center, buns are already decent, and if there are salted vegetables, remember to be grateful. And now, people in the detention center have discovered push-ups as a form of exercise, so they’re bound to torment them—with that, Yan Fei was all in favor. A tree grows crooked without trimming, and a person can’t succeed without education, right?

After chatting idly with Xiang Changqing and Dang Wenzheng for a while, Yan Fei dialed his Uncle Baoguo’s phone number several times, finally getting an answer.

He didn’t really have anything particular to discuss with Lin Baoguo; it was just that he hadn’t seen him in a long time and wanted to catch up.

In fact, with Xiang Rui as a contact, it was impossible for Lin Baoguo to be kept in the dark about anything concerning Yan Fei. It’s just that Xiang Rui seldom talked about Lin Baoguo’s business, so he knew less.

Being a deputy director in the city was truly not as good as being in Sancha River Township.

Lin Baoguo must have lost at least ten catties, which shows how incomparable his work and life in Sancha River Township were.

The two of them simply shot the breeze for a bit, and after that, Yan Fei wandered back, sat down in his office, and began to write his article.

Others in the workplace walked in, took one look, and wisely chose not to disturb him further.

Yan Wenhai, on the other hand, was very interested in this matter and specifically came in to watch for a while.

To which Yan Fei objected, "Dad, can you not stare at me like this? I’m losing my train of thought with you watching."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenhai became somewhat annoyed and embarrassed, "You brat, what’s wrong with me wanting to see if you actually wrote this article yourself? With your level of skill, I suspect all your previous articles were ghostwritten. Besides, the journals where you’ve published articles all have ads for beef jerky from our place. Do you think I’m too dumb to understand that?"

"Who says I had someone ghostwrite for me!" Yan Fei was indignant. "Do you have any evidence? Can’t you see I’m writing it myself right now?"

The ghostwriter he was talking about was none other than himself, and he wasn’t afraid to say so. Besides, he really was writing. The articles he had read last night were still on the table in the dinosaur world; he was ’borrowing’ from them as he wrote.

As long as your skin is thick enough, what’s there to be afraid of!

After watching for a while, Yan Wenhai didn’t know what else to think, but he saw that Yan Fei was indeed writing on his own. At the accusation, he felt a bit sheepish, realizing it was unreasonable to suspect his son without evidence, "Then write, just write. I’ll just sit here quietly."

"Can you even understand it?" Yan Fei said boastfully. "You’ve never farmed in your life. My article is related to farming." freewebnσvel.cøm

"I don’t understand it!" Yan Wenhai honestly admitted. "I’ve been in school since I was young and haven’t really been exposed to much farm work. But how do you know all this? The way you write, it seems so natural. I’m thinking..."

"Thinking what?" Yan Fei chuckled slyly. "I’ve thought about this for a long time. To write this, not only did I look up a lot of information, but I also specifically observed how fertilizers were applied in the fields during autumn and conducted some small experiments."

"Really?" Yan Wenhai was still somewhat skeptical of his son. "Did you do it yourself? No one helped you?"

Still doubting me? I can’t take it anymore. Yan Fei looked up and shouted outside, "Mom, I’m trying to write something here, and Dad keeps disturbing me. Why don’t you take care of him..."

Lin Xiumei, who was playing with her younger son outside, rushed in like the wind at his call, "Yan Wenhai, can’t you do something productive? Better to go feed the cows than disturb your son here!"

Before Yan Wenhai could reply, Yan Fei continued to tattle, "My dad even says he suspects the article isn’t written by me. Mom, come see, isn’t this my own handwriting? Look, I wrote this article because I’m worried about the cow dung from the local cattle farms polluting the environment. It’s based on some data and field research. Tell me, isn’t it written by me..."

"My son is amazing. Don’t be like your father, I believe in you!" Lin Xiumei didn’t even bother to look. As long as her son said so, she believed him, then turned to deal with her husband. "Yan Wenhai, come with me, stop bothering your son when he’s trying to do important work..."

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