Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

Along the way, Liu Ping'an and Qin Huairu walked side by side, their steps were so brisk that they seemed to be walking on clouds. They walked slowly along the narrow street, the bluestone road under their feet was uneven, but their steps were always consistent. Liu Ping'an's hands were gently swinging, and occasionally he would lightly kick the stones on the roadside, and the stones rolled and jumped on the ground, making a crisp sound, as if accompanying them.

As they walked and talked, the topic naturally shifted from intense work to warm family matters. Qin Huairu whispered about the children's recent fun and some small changes at home, while Liu Pingan listened carefully, nodding in agreement and expressing his own opinions. His eyes were gentle and focused, as if he could see through Qin Huairu's words into her inner world.

Qin Huairu felt Liu Ping'an's concern and care, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She continued to talk about her life, her tone full of expectations for the future. Liu Ping'an listened with a smile, and his eyes revealed his deep love and respect for Qin Huairu. He occasionally interrupted, his voice was low and magnetic, and his words revealed his meticulous care and support for Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu's mood became more and more cheerful, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and a happy smile bloomed on her face. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright and moving. She felt as if she was warmed by the spring breeze, and Liu Ping'an was the source of that warmth.

Meanwhile, somewhere else, He Yuzhu was wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen. The spatula in his hand flew up and down, and the dishes in the pot exuded an enticing aroma. However, his mind did not seem to be completely on this meal. While he was frying the dishes, he looked out the window from time to time, with a trace of worry in his eyes.

He Yuzhu stood in front of the stove, skillfully stir-frying the dishes in the pot, his eyes drifting to the door from time to time, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was expecting something. Whenever there was wind blowing outside the door, he would subconsciously stop what he was doing and listen, but every time he could only look away in disappointment.

Finally, the food was served one by one, exuding an enticing aroma. However, Zheng Niang was nowhere to be seen, which made He Yuzhu feel a little disappointed. He sat at the table silently, with a barely perceptible melancholy flashing in his eyes.

After lunch, He Yuzhu decided to walk in the yard to get some fresh air. He opened the door and the bright sunshine fell on him, but it seemed unable to dispel the haze in his heart. As he was strolling in the yard, he happened to meet Xu Damao's mother who came back from outside with a basket.

He Yuzhu hurried over to greet her warmly and asked about Zheng Niang's condition. Xu Damao's mother looked normal and replied calmly, "Zheng Niang is not feeling well and is resting in the house."

After hearing this, He Yuzhu was full of doubts and worries, but he did not continue to ask. He secretly decided to visit Zheng Niang later to see what happened to her.

On the other side, Liu Ping'an and Qin Huairu were going deep into the village, conducting a detailed investigation from house to house. They shuttled through every alley and hutong, and were warmly received by the villagers wherever they went.

They carefully checked every corner, not missing any place where there might be problems. They patiently asked every villager about their living conditions, income, family difficulties, etc. Every inquiry was full of care and warmth, making the villagers feel real care and support.

Liu Pingan held a notebook and carefully recorded every detail and problem. While listening to the villagers' stories, he thought about how to solve these problems more effectively and help them overcome this difficult time. His eyes were focused and firm, revealing a kind of persistence and determination.

Qin Huairu stood quietly beside Liu Ping'an, listening carefully to the villagers' stories. She nodded to show her understanding and smiled to encourage them, which gave them great comfort and confidence. Her gentleness and kindness made the villagers feel very warm, as if a clear spring was flowing in their hearts.

During this process, Liu Pingan and Qin Huairu showed great tacit understanding and team spirit. They collaborated and supported each other and worked together to complete this important task. Their seamless cooperation made people sigh that two people could blend together so perfectly to create greater value.

The setting sun gradually sank to the west, and the sky was dyed with a brilliant golden red. Liu Ping'an and Qin Huairu walked side by side on the way back to the factory. The setting sun stretched their shadows very long, as if silently witnessing this rare tranquility and harmony.

Qin Huairu sighed softly and said softly, "Ping'an, thank you so much for today. When working with you, I felt a sense of ease and happiness that I haven't felt in a long time." There was a hint of gratitude and dependence in her voice, which made people feel pity for her.

Liu Ping'an smiled slightly and replied gently: "Actually, I should be the one thanking you. If you weren't here, I don't think our work would be so smooth. Besides, it is a very pleasant thing to work with you." His words revealed sincere emotions, which made Qin Huairu's heart surge with warmth.

The two smiled at each other and continued to walk along the path. Their steps were light and firm, as if they had found the direction to move forward. At this moment, they were no longer just colleagues, but had become each other's spiritual sustenance. Liu Ping'an smiled slightly, and that smile was warm and firm. He held Qin Huairu's hand tightly and said gently: "Ru, let's walk the road ahead together." The two smiled at each other, and the tacit understanding and deep affection seemed particularly moving in the afterglow of the sunset.

Zhang San hurried into the house, looking exhausted, but with a hint of excitement and mystery between his brows. His wife was sitting at the table, sewing something in her hands, and when she saw him coming back, she looked up at him with a questioning look in her eyes.

"How is it? Have you discovered anything today?" the wife asked softly, temporarily stopping the needlework in her hands, obviously full of curiosity about Zhang San's investigation results.

Zhang San groaned, pulled over a stool and sat down, leaning forward, and said in a low voice: "Today's trip was not in vain. I found something very strange."

When his wife heard this, she immediately became interested, moved closer, and urged, "Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

Zhang San licked his lips and began to talk in detail: "I watched Zheng Niang's house all day and didn't see anything unusual, but in the evening, a man came. He was so handsome, but he was not young, probably in his forties. Guess what? He looked a little strange, always looking around, as if he was afraid of being discovered. Moreover, he was very familiar with Zheng Niang's father. I had to work hard to find out that he was an old friend of Zheng Niang's father."

Having said this, Zhang San stopped and frowned, as if he was recalling the scene at that time, and as if he was pondering the mystery.

His wife was anxious and urged: "Then what? What do you think is wrong?"

Zhang San shook his head, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone: "I just can't put it into words, I always feel that he is not simple. Think about it, why would an old friend be so mysterious? Moreover, I always feel that he has some unknown secret with Zheng's family."

After hearing this, his wife also fell into deep thought and stopped sewing completely. The two looked at each other, and saw doubt and uneasiness in each other's eyes.

"How about we ask around?" suggested the wife, obviously also aroused by Zhang San's words.

Zhang San nodded, his expression solemn: "Well, we need to find out more details. This matter may lead to some big news."

After saying this, he stood up, dusted himself off, and prepared to continue his "detective" work. His wife watched him leave, praying in her heart that this was just a false alarm.