Farmers in the courtyard

Wang Zhendong finally decided to follow this line and find out the background of these people.

So he climbed up the wall again and hid in the darkness.

Sure enough, about half an hour later, the lights in the courtyard went out, the courtyard door opened, and a person came out.

This man seemed to be holding something in his hand. Wang Zhendong took a closer look and vaguely saw that it was an animal.

I can’t tell whether it’s a donkey or a horse, but judging from the size, it’s probably a horse.

Behind the horse was a cart, which seemed to be piled with large basket-like items.

Unexpectedly, there was a horse in this small courtyard.

Wang Zhendong watched this man turn around and lock the courtyard door, then pull the carriage out of the alley. At this time, he got off the wall.

You can follow him on foot without taking out your bicycle, and keep a sufficient distance to avoid being noticed by the other party.

When he arrived at the place where there were street lights, with the help of the weak light, Wang Zhendong saw that there were indeed baskets on the cart.

Of course, you can't see what's inside the basket, but you can roughly guess that it's nothing more than some agricultural and sideline products used for cover.

Sweet potatoes, potatoes, radishes and the like.

Because most of this kind of things are transported from the suburbs to Sijiu City, and they all enter the city before dawn.

And they are all carts, so this is the best cover.

After following for a long time, the carriage headed towards Dongcheng.

That's good, you can go home directly after tracking.

Wang Zhendong looked at the time, and before he knew it, it was already past three in the morning, that night.

The man was sitting on a carriage, not very fast, and Wang Zhendong still wasn't riding a bicycle.

Soon we arrived at Chaoyangmen, and then the carriage left Chaoyangmen and entered Xinzhong Street not long after.

When Wang Zhendong saw the street sign, something suddenly came to his mind.

It also……

No way?

What a coincidence, Lou family?

Full of disbelief, I finally saw the carriage, and it was indeed parked at No. 317 Xinzhong Street.

The old servant of Lou Xiao'e's family before liberation lived here.

In fact, this place is not far from the Lou family's villa.

It is not far from the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

Also, this area is the future famous Sanlitun.

The birthplace of Chaoyang Mass.

From a distance, Wang Zhendong seemed to see the people on the carriage carrying something from the carriage and entering No. 317.

There is no doubt that behind these people is Lou Runchang.

Sure enough, it was the world of a courtyard, and he couldn't get around it even after going around and around.

First he injured Lou Xiao'e's brother, and now it's Lou Xiao'e's father. What a coincidence.

That's right. I heard that Lou Runchang was known as Lou Bancheng, one of the biggest capitalists, and he had too much money.

If it is not exchanged for gold, it is just waste paper.

During this period, do the Lou family dare to spend lavishly on food, drinks and enjoyment?

Of course, I can't. I will only feel that I am not low-key enough. How can I show off my wealth in a high-profile way?

Therefore, the more money he has, the less secure Lou Runchang will be.

Living in an environment where the poorer you are, the more glorious you are, you can imagine the suffering of the Lou family.

Without continuing, Wang Zhendong took out his bicycle and left directly.

Now that we have found the root cause, which is still the Lou family, we need to make a good plan.

It is impossible to give up, but the way can be changed. Don’t rush for now and think more.

When we returned to the courtyard, it was already past four o'clock and almost five o'clock.

It's just that this season, the daybreak is later, and Wang Zhendong still climbs over the wall.

The front yard was still dark and no one had gotten up that early.

He took out his bicycle and put it away, then gently opened the door and returned home, fastened the door and entered the space directly.

What Wang Zhendong didn't know was that by the window of Chen Minsheng's house, after he entered the house, the corner of the curtain that was lifted was slowly lowered.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Wang Zhendong opened the door and brushed his teeth with an enamel jar filled with warm water.

Chen Minsheng was getting ready to go to work. When Wang Zhendong saw it, he greeted inarticulately: "Uncle Chen, it's time to go to work..."

"Hey, Stationmaster Wang, I'm not as lucky as you, so I can't be late."

"Haha, you can't say that, it won't sound good if it spreads."

"Okay, you're busy."

"Hey, go on your way..."

Chen Minsheng did not have a bicycle and walked out the door on his legs. Wang Zhendong continued to brush his teeth. At this time, Yan Bugui also opened the door and came out.

There was a scarf around his neck and an old leather bag in his hand.

"Third uncle, it's time for you to go to work."

Yan Bugui didn't expect that Wang Zhendong would greet him today, and immediately replied with a smile: "Good morning, Stationmaster Wang, it's Sunday, but I have to go to a meeting today..."

"Oh, okay, you might as well go."

"Hey, hey..."

Yan Bugui walked out of the Chuihua Gate with a smile, feeling much more comfortable.

He was afraid that he would offend Wang Zhendong from now on, and would feel uncomfortable and embarrassed when they met. Unexpectedly, Wang Zhendong didn't take him seriously at all.

Being a cadre is different.

Mrs. Jia Zhang hurriedly walked through the front yard with small steps. Qin Huairu followed behind carrying a urine bucket.

Aunts, aunts, uncles, children, and young people all started to get active, and the courtyard seemed to come alive and gradually became lively.

But Wang Zhendong was thinking of Chen Minsheng. It was Sunday. This guy actually said he was going to work. It was strange. Didn't the library close on Sunday?

After brushing my teeth, I was about to enter the house when I saw Third Aunt holding a fire tong and coming out to pick up the coal. She immediately shouted: "Third Aunt, someone will ask Yan Jiecheng to come over and I'll ask him something."

The third aunt just heard Wang Zhendong greeting Lao Yan, so she also smiled and said: "Stationmaster Wang, you are a big man, I think you are ignorant, you have beaten me..."

Wang Zhendong waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I won't beat him, just ask him something."

"Okay, I'll go tell him."

The third aunt stopped holding coal and went into the house.

Wang Zhendong placed the enamel jar and toothbrush on the windowsill next to the washstand, lifted the kettle on the coal stove, and poured hot water into the wooden washbasin on the washstand.

Then he started to wash his face. At this time, Silly Zhu appeared at the door, "Brother Dong, come to my place for a drink at noon today. I'm going to buy groceries now."

Wang Zhendong raised his wet face and asked in surprise: "Why do you invite me to drink so well? Who is there?"

"There's no one, just the uncle, Jia Dongxu. I won't be working today on Sunday. I thought I told you to treat you to a drink last time, so..."

"That's okay, but I have to go out in the morning and I don't know when I can come back. How about changing it to the evening?"

"Okay, same thing at night."

Silly Zhu left with a smile. Wang Zhendong washed his face and took out a brand new enamel jar from the space.

It also has the words "Fighting Hero" on it. I first heated the enamel jar with hot water, then put the tea leaves and brewed a cup.

It's better to use an enamel jar, which won't break if dropped.

Light a cigarette, sit on a chair and drink tea, waiting for Yan Jiecheng to come over.

After asking clearly, he will go find a job for Wang Zhenshan today.

Even if Chen Minsheng was not a spy, he still had to find this job.

Once you have a job, it's easy to find a house, and then you can bring your family into the city. After all, it's not a problem in the mountains.

Yan Jiecheng arrived at the door without finishing a cigarette.

Looking at Wang Zhendong on the chair, Yan Jiecheng's legs felt weak. He was really frightened yesterday and has not recovered yet.

The third aunt didn't come over, but stood at the door of the house and watched.

"come in!"

Wang Zhendong smiled lightly, not seeing the fierce look from yesterday at all, as if he was a different person.

Yan Jiecheng mustered up his courage and entered the house.

"Sit down, do you want one?"

Wang Zhendong asked Yan Jiecheng to sit down, picked up the big front door, pulled out a stick, and handed it to Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng took it with both hands, a forced smile on his face, especially since there was a slap mark on his face.

Throwing a box of matches in front of Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiecheng picked it up and lit the cigarette.

Wang Zhendong has a lot of lighters, but he hasn't used them yet. He feels that using matches is more characteristic of the times.

Lighting a cigarette with a match has a soul.

Seeing Yan Jiecheng lighting up the cigarette, Wang Zhendong said, "You should know what I'm asking you for."

Yan Jiecheng responded quickly: "I know, I know, I was at the neighborhood committee and heard what clerk Li Changshun said..."

"Does Clerk Li tell you that?"

Wang Zhendong believed that Yan Jiecheng heard it from Li Changshun, but it was definitely not what Yan Jiecheng said.

It must have been exaggerated and changed by Yan Jiecheng.

Sure enough, Yan Jiecheng lowered his head and whispered: "He didn't say that, he just said you...you, said you have hundreds of scars all over your body from head to toe..."

Wang Zhendong was speechless when he heard this. Li Changshun was even more exaggerated!

According to what he said, he was beaten into a sieve.

No wonder when it came to Yan Jiecheng's mouth, he was beaten to death. Is this the amplification effect of rumors?

"You really know how to add fuel to the fire. Okay, it's okay. You can go back!"

Yan Jiecheng felt like he was being pardoned, and walked away with a low eyebrow and a smile. When he got outside, he also breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart felt equally relaxed.

At this moment, he didn't have any hatred for Wang Zhendong at all, and he was even a little grateful.

After looking at the large cigarette in his hand, Yan Jiecheng returned home relaxedly.

Wang Zhendong is very helpless. Such rumors may not be clear for a while, but what can he do with Yan Jiecheng?

There can never be another beating.

Perhaps, this is city life!

(Next chapter tomorrow at noon)