The grocery store is not big, only less than twenty square meters, and it is just a long corridor.

Shelves are placed along the wall, and they are filled with daily necessities such as needles, threads, oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar.

Because we are in Koryo Street, most of the people living around us are Koreans.

Therefore, at the entrance of the store, there are two pickle jars with platycodon and spicy cabbage in them.

There is a copper bell tied to the shiny door frame.

Whenever someone opens the door, the copper bell will make a crisp sound to alert the store that a customer has arrived.

The shop owner's name is Zhang Buquan, a short, fat man in his late forties. He is sitting behind the counter, eating peanuts and listening to the radio, feeling very leisurely.

The reason why he was named this is because before he was born, the village raised funds to dig a well, but after two days of digging, it was more than ten meters deep and no water came out.

It happened that his mother also gave birth on the day when the well was dug. After he was born, water began to flow from the well.

The village chief was a scholar in the former Qing Dynasty. He thought the boy was extraordinary, so he named him after him, using the word "Buquan" to commemorate this strange event.

But Zhang Buquan lived until he was half buried in the ground, and there was nothing extraordinary about him.

In his early years, he worked as an apprentice in a factory, saved some money, and married a girl from the same village as his wife.

He sold the land in the village and took his wife to Harbin to work hard.

It took more than ten years to build this small shop.

But my life is decent, I have food and drink, my precious son works as an apprentice at Xincheng Bank, and I can provide food and shelter, and I save a fortune, so my life is pretty good.

The bell on the door frame rang, and then a black figure rushed in with Feng Xue.

"Lao Zhang, why are you so late and you haven't rested yet?"

Lao Fang took off the shitty hat on his head, shook the snow off it, stamped his feet, swayed, and said enthusiastically.

Zhang Buquan turned off the radio next to him, stood up, helped Lao Fang sweep the snow off his shoulders, and joked: "Your house inspector is not here, do I dare to close the shop?"

"The candies you ordered from me last time have arrived. Do you want to take them away today?"

When Lao Fang heard this, he waved his hand to show that he was not in a hurry, looked around, picked up a bottle of wine from the shelf, and shouted: "It's too cold, just two side dishes."

"We brothers, let's take a bite!".

"One bite! Just one bite!"

Like a magic trick, Zhang Buquan took out two small wine cups from the counter, and then took out two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, placing them in the middle of the table.

Lao Fang and Zhang Buquan were old friends, so they naturally opened the bottle of liquor without any pretense, poured a glass into the wine cup, drank it all, and let out a satisfying laugh.

Zhang Buquan walked out of the counter and put some kimchi in the kimchi jar to serve as an appetizer.

Lao Fang did not come empty-handed. During the day, he bought half a catty of soy sauce pork and two rolls of smoked dried tofu, just for the late-night drinking party.

The two of them were busy working, and it took them five minutes to cut the cooked food brought by Lao Fang and put it on the table.

Zhang Buquan returned to the counter and divided the remaining peanuts into half of the old house.

Everything is ready, all we need is Du Kang!

Lao Fang poured Zhang Buquan a glass of wine, and then said casually: "Here comes the letter!".

Zhang Buquan's hand that took the wine paused for a moment, then he picked it up firmly, drank it all, smashed his mouth and said, "What a good wine!"

“Good wine!”

"Finally a letter came, I thought there was no news!".

Lao Fang picked up a mouthful of smoked dried tofu with chopsticks and put it in his bowl. He smacked his lips twice and didn't know what to say, so he had to pick up the wine glass and clink it with Zhang Buquan.

Zhang Buquan was not a good drinker. He only drank half a cup. He took a handful of peanuts in his hand and threw them into his mouth one by one. As he ate, he said, "Where's that?"

Lao Fang stood up, walked to the door, looked out the window, took out the note from his pocket, balled it up, and threw it to Zhang Buquan.

Zhang Buquan reached out and took the ball of paper. The strong smell of urine on it made him cough.

"Next time, could you please not pee on that telephone pole? The wild dogs over there will fight because of your urine."

"They all think there are other wild dogs and they are taking over their territory!"

Zhang Buquan said a few words to Lao Fang and then put the note into his pocket.

When Lao Fang saw that Zhang Buquan had put it away, he sat back on the stool and said with a smile: "This wild dog in Harbin is almost a sperm!"

"It's such a cold day that people freeze to death outside."

"On the contrary, these wild dogs live more happily than humans. Damn it!"

Zhang Buquan took a bite of the soy sauce meat and found that it tasted good. He drank all the wine in the cup and replied: "In a world of chaos, there must be evildoers!"

"The black-skinned dogs of the Metropolitan Police Department are becoming more and more strict in their investigations."

"If it weren't for your protection, I would be able to run a small business safely!".

Lao Fang poured himself another glass, touched Zhang Buquan again, and said softly: "My family members should not speak the same language."

"In the past, the people in the police station were kind enough to give you face and didn't make things difficult for you."

"Now that I've been promoted to Koryo Street and become the inspector, I have nothing to say."

"But you have to be careful. Two more comrades were arrested today and sent to the Secret Service."

“I don’t know what the situation is like, but I’m afraid it’s more likely to be bad than good!”.

When Zhang Buquan heard this, his face turned gloomy, and he drank without saying a word.

In the past two months, most of the members of the North Manchuria Provincial Committee have been arrested and sent to the Secret Service Section.

Many of them had been executed secretly, and their bodies were left in mass graves to be eaten by wild dogs.

He was originally going to verify the identity and bury the remains of the martyrs.

However, he found that the mass graves were surrounded by secret sentries from the Secret Service. They just wanted to catch the person being buried, so he could only retreat quietly.

Lao Fang also saw that Zhang Buquan was unhappy, but he didn't know how to comfort him, because he was also holding back a fire in his heart and had nowhere to vent it.

The two of them just drank wine dully, no one wanted to talk.

After finishing half the bottle, Lao Fang blocked the glass with his hand to stop Zhang Buquan from pouring the wine, and refused: "You can't drink any more."

"I still have to go back to the checkpoint to work as a errand. If something happens and I can't eat, I'll just leave."

"Just drink slowly and don't miss the main business!" After saying that, he put on his hat and prepared to leave.

Zhang Buquan also quickly stood up and looked out the window. He found that the street was dark and empty, so he whispered: "The Northern Bureau has sent back a new person in charge!"

"That's what Lao Luo said."

"He also reassured us that the party organization will not give up on Harbin."

"I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow to pick up the medicine. Come over tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon and pick up the toffee for your Chinese New Year."

"we'll talk about it then!".

The old man nodded, said careful, opened the door and walked out.

Zhang Buquan did not continue drinking, but simply tidied up, turned off the lights, closed the shop, and went home to rest!

The old man staggered back, holding the baton in his hand and singing a play: "I regret that I should have laughed at the door, and I regret that I should have burned incense with the thief."

"Guan Gong committed a crime against Liu Beibao. How can a hero be spared for committing a crime? Xiaoxiao returned to the camp and went to report it quickly, saying that he had let his old friend go."

"Seven-star sword, cut off the head, and the blood will be poured out on the robe."
Chapter completed!