Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1321 - 644 Lobbyist

It took half a day for Officer Xu finally to understand that the thief’s family was afraid not only of the trouble but more so, of the expense!

"To save money, they wouldn’t even claim their own family member’s body?" Officer Xu was truly steaming, almost slamming the table and cursing. "They raise a thief and now something happens, they won’t even claim the body? Are they even family or enemies?"

Although Officer Xu had grown up in the city all his life, the young people of this era still held some traditional beliefs—so he really couldn’t comprehend why this was happening. Had they no family affection left at all?

When the junior police officer saw Officer Xu getting angry, he didn’t dare to offer an explanation—money isn’t everything, but without money, really nothing is possible. Especially in the past few years, conditions in Sancha River had improved somewhat. Before that, there had been families whose possessions were carried away because they couldn’t pay their public grain taxes.

The task of claiming a body seems simple; just get a vehicle. No one wants to transport a body, especially over long distances. If the thief’s family was poor, the cost of transportation alone would be a huge burden.

And would there even be any compensation?

Nobody would think about that question. After all, when a thief is beaten to death, shame isn’t enough, and they still expect compensation? Are they out of their minds?

It’s not just the people of Sancha River who think it’s right to beat thieves, but even the thief’s families think so—this era, at least, most people believe that. If you choose to be a thief, be prepared to be beaten, even beaten to death.

It could be said, when that family received the call from the village, knowing it was from a local police station elsewhere, from the moment they picked up, they were prepared. For traditional farmers, having a thief in the family meant they couldn’t lift their heads in the village or township. It was even normal for families to disown such a person.

Now that he was dead, although the family wanted to claim the body, they had to consider their situation at home. Let alone the cost of hiring transportation to get there, the funeral expenses alone were a huge burden—during funerals, you can collect some ’Bride Price,’ but that depended on the circumstances. Who would show respect for a dead thief’s family?

Moreover, the family also worried, if he had injured someone before being beaten to death, what then? Would they also have to compensate for the medical expenses?

Officer Xu thought theoretically, feeling that it was only right for the family to claim the body upon death, but he hadn’t considered that sometimes due to practical constraints, some things are simply beyond some people’s means.

This was also partly because Officer Xu’s experiences were limited. He thought the impoverished people he saw in Sancha River were the poorest in the world, not realizing that these so-called poorest people were happy every day, feeling that their lives were getting better and better than before.

It’s just like some people hearing about an injustice elsewhere, such as a family member being beaten or killed, choosing to seek compensation instead of pressing for strict legal action, and then righteously condemning the family for lacking spine—yet not realizing that spine, in the face of reality, is often quite helpless.

Choosing to let the law severely punish a criminal isn’t a simple matter, especially given the family’s situation; the injured are already injured, the dead already dead. With things having come to this point, swallowing their pride might allow the injured to get better treatment, and the living to lead a better life—some people, because they made such choices, really can’t be blamed too much.

The gap between theory and reality is clear to anyone who isn’t foolish.

Many young people entering society encounter such situations, which is really quite normal. Examples of being battered and bruised by reality are all too common, no need for specific examples.

As Officer Xu was still pondering, a young man came looking for him.

This young man had a fairly memorable name, Shang Jin. He was one of the few people Officer Xu got along with after coming to Sancha River. His purpose this time was simple: he came as a mediator.

After the junior police officer tactfully withdrew, Shang Jin didn’t hesitate, picking up the tea leaves from the table and began making tea for himself—he was formally employed too, though not as high up as the station head. But since Officer Xu was new and didn’t pull rank, and because they were all young, things were more casual.

Once Shang Jin finished making the tea, Officer Xu spoke up, "Is there something going on in the village?"

Shang Jin smiled slyly, not rushing to state his purpose. "Old Xu, you’ve been in Sancha River for a while now, how do you find it?"

Officer Xu was taken aback, "Why suddenly ask this? You know what I think about this place, don’t you? Do you really want me to spell it out?"

Shang Jin, who had actually poured himself just a glass of boiled water, pretended it was tea and took a sip, "Go ahead and say it!"

"Have you transferred to work in organizational department and are assessing me now?" Officer Xu looked at his demeanor and suddenly laughed. "Just speak straightforwardly. Why beat around the bush? What’s the point?"

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