The mysterious man left his phone number, but Ling Xiao waited for three days without a call. Ling Xiao felt that the man was playing a good joke on him. However, after three days, it settled.
After coming down, Ling Xiao still had some guesses about the person's identity. Because of this guess, he drove alone to the National Primary School.
Huhe Moli has become the principal of the ethnic primary school. Ling Xiao can do this kind of thing with just one sentence.
Ling Xiao parked the car at the school gate and went to the principal's office, but the door of the office was closed. Ling Xiao went to the classroom again and saw that there was no one there. After asking an old teacher, he found out that she had gone to the Education Bureau for a meeting. However,
He did not go to the Education Bureau to look for her, because the person he was looking for was not Huhe Moli, but Zhou Changfu.
Zhou Changfu's home is not far from Zhou Changde's home. When Ling Xiao found him, Zhou Changfu was fertilizing the ground in front of his house.
Because they had met once and had a conversation, Zhou Changfu recognized Ling Xiao at a glance and greeted him warmly, "Hey, isn't that Mr. Ling? What kind of wind brought you to me?"
Ling Xiao smiled and said: "Uncle Zhou, I came here specially to talk to you about something."
"What are you talking about?" Zhou Changfu looked at Ling Xiao warily.
Ling Xiao was no exception to Zhou Changfu's vigilance. Both Hu and Jasmine were searched and interrogated by the police. As Zhou Changde's cousin, how could it be possible that the police would not ask him for questioning and investigation? Obviously, Zhou Changfu was also subject to
The same treatment as Huhe Jasmine.
Ling Xiao did not explain his purpose immediately, but took out a pack of Chinese cigarettes. He opened the package, took out one and handed it to Zhou Changfu. He did not smoke it himself.
"Mr. Ling, why don't you smoke?" Zhou Changfu said.
Ling Xiao smiled and said, "I don't smoke. Well, it's useless for me to keep this pack of cigarettes. Why don't you take it and smoke it, Uncle Zhou." He thrust a pack of Zhonghua into Zhou Changfu's hand.
"Ouch, how can you be so embarrassed?" Zhou Changfu said politely while holding the cigarettes Ling Xiao gave him. A pack of Zhonghua cigarettes cost dozens of yuan, and he was reluctant to buy them and smoke them, but he knew the price of Zhonghua cigarettes.
A smile appeared on his face, and his previous vigilance had long since disappeared.
"Uncle Zhou, are you growing lettuce in your field? They are growing well. Uncle Zhou, you must be very good at farming?" Ling Xiao was not in a hurry to tell the purpose of his trip, but he and Zhou Changfu started talking about family matters.
"Hey, I'm not bragging. In our village, when it comes to growing vegetables, I am a very good person. No one can beat me. Last year, I sold two crops of vegetables for more than 3,000 yuan." Zhou Changfu smoked a cigarette.
Feeling proud.
"It was sold for more than 3,000 yuan. How many fields are there?"
"Two acres of vegetables." Zhou Changfu said: "I still have two acres of land, but I grow grain. I eat the grain myself and grow vegetables to sell."
Ling Xiao said: "Uncle Zhou, you are at a loss. I'm telling you, you go to my company, Shennu Pharmaceutical, to find a factory director named Yu Qingmei. Tell her that I asked you to find her.
of."
"Why should I look for her? I don't know her." Zhou Changfu is actually an honest farmer.
Ling Xiao smiled and said, "You don't know yet. Many villages and towns around Shennu Pharmaceutical plant Madouzi and Chicken Claws. We signed a purchase contract with the rich farmers, and one acre of land costs more than 3,000 yuan. Your four acres
If the land is planted well and the yield is high, the income will be fifteen thousand."
"Fifteen thousand?" Zhou Changfu looked at Ling Xiao with bright eyes. Fifteen thousand, for an honest farmer like him, that was already a lot of money.
"Why did I lie to you? Go find Yu Qingmei later."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Ling, thank you, Mr. Ling." Zhou Changfu thanked him repeatedly, his face almost broke with laughter.
He works hard to grow vegetables and has to work hard to earn more than 3,000 yuan if the market is good, but he can earn more than 15,000 yuan a year from growing madouzi and chicken claw grass. Moreover, he hardly needs to go to the madouzi and chicken claw grass.
It can grow very well with management, and growing vegetables has various costs, so this kind of thing is really a very good thing for farmers like him.
Only then did Ling Xiao bring the topic back to business. He said tentatively: "By the way, Uncle Zhou, you said that your cousin Zhou Changde has a son. Did you call him to inform him?"
"Hit me, how could I not notify him of this? He is the only one left in his family. His father is dead, and someone has to die."
"Then he's back?"
"Didn't come back. No one answered the call I made. I was prompted to leave a message, so I left it. I didn't just call once, I called several times. Long distance is very expensive, and I can't keep calling.
"Zhou Changfu said.
Ling Xiao said: "Do you have a photo of him?" After a pause, he said: "By the way, you mentioned his name last time, what was it?"
"My nephew's name is Zhou Jun. As for the photo... I'll go home and look for it. Mr. Ling, please wait." Zhou Changfu raised his legs and walked home.
Ling Xiao didn't follow him in. He didn't invite him, so it would be rude for him to follow him in. Zhou Changfu's home was actually very simple, so Zhou Changfu didn't invite him in because he felt embarrassed. He understood this mentality very well.
Many years ago, someone he didn't know well came to see him, and he was too embarrassed to invite him into his old house. After he was invited in, there wasn't even a place to sit, so how could he invite him?
Zhou Changfu quickly returned, holding a yellowed photo album in his hand, "Here, Mr. Ling, this is the photo of my nephew. Take a look."
There were only a few photos in the album, and the one pointed by Zhou Changfu was also a little yellowed. Ling Xiao took a closer look and suddenly felt a bitter feeling. The person in the photo was a seven or eight-year-old kid.
, with a tiger-like head and a tiger-like brain, it looks very cute, but how can you tell what it looks like when it is enlarged?
The purpose of Ling Xiao's trip was to suspect that the person who gave him the mobile phone was Zhou Changde's son Zhou Jun, so he came here. He asked Zhou Changfu if he had any photos of Zhou Jun, just to confirm his suspicion.
The photo was right in front of him, but Ling Xiao couldn't be sure that the kid in the photo was that man. However, when he looked carefully at the kid in the photo, he could still vaguely feel some similarities. He was also secretly thinking about it in his heart.
Wait, could that man be Zhou Jun?
"Are there any other photos? Older ones," Ling Xiao said.
Zhou Changde shook his head, "No, I never take photos, and I don't take any other photos. Mr. Ling, why are you looking for Zhou Jun's photo?"
Ling Xiao smiled and said, "Uncle Zhou, don't worry too much. I have no other intentions. I came to Zhou Jun because I wanted him to come back and help me work. His father passed away and there was no one at home. People always have to go home.
Well. I just want to see what kind of person he is and then contact him or something."
If it was related to Zhou Changde's case, Zhou Changfu might not talk to him. Saying this would eliminate Zhou Changfu's worries to the greatest extent. Although this meant deception, Ling Xiao didn't have the slightest malice.
"This is a good thing. Mr. Ling, you told me earlier. I will go to my brother's house to look for you. Maybe my brother has his current photo. It is a soldier's blessing to work for a boss like you." Zhou Changfu said.
After a while, Zhou Changfu and Ling Xiao arrived at the door of Zhou Changde's house. The courtyard door next to the door god was closed tightly, and the whole house was immersed in a strange atmosphere, and it was eerily quiet.
Zhou Changfu took out the key and opened the door, opened the door and walked in, saying: "Hey, I don't know where the military boy is now. His father's body is still stored in the funeral parlor, and no one is going to take care of the funeral...Hey."
"Do you have his phone number? Give me a number later and I'll call him," Ling Xiao said.
"Okay, I'll give you what I have..." He said a phone number.
Ling Xiao memorized it silently.
There are still human-shaped lines drawn by forensic doctors in the main room. Seeing the lines is like seeing Zhou Changde lying on the ground. It feels very strange. Suddenly, Ling Xiao's time fell under the main wall of the main room, and he was stunned. There,
There was a piece of briquettes with three sticks of incense inserted into the holes of the briquettes. There were some paper ashes on the ground next to it, as well as some unburned paper money.
After being stunned for a moment, Ling Xiao blurted out and asked: "Uncle Zhou, did you burn the incense and paper money?"
Zhou Changde was also stunned for a moment, "No, I burned it in the courtyard, not in the house."
"Who could that be?"
"I don't know... maybe it's a teacher at the school, or a former student of his, who knows. I couldn't close the door a few days ago, because if I closed the door, my brother's soul wouldn't come back. I've been waiting for seven
Genius closed it down." Zhou Changde said.
This is a local custom. The first seven days after a person's death is also called the first seven days. It is the time when the deceased returns home, so the door cannot be closed. This is a custom. It is very important for old farmers like Zhou Changde to abide by the customary rules.
Normal.
Ling Xiao was thinking secretly in his heart: "Teacher? Hu He Moli? Or a student he taught before? These are all possible, but there is another possibility... Zhou Jun."
Zhou Changfu messed around in Zhou Changde's dormitory for a while and found a photo album. Compared with the tattered photo album at his home, Zhou Changde, who taught, was obviously more particular. The photo album was well preserved and contained many photos.
Ling Xiao took the photo album and flipped through it, but couldn't find any photos of Zhou Jun. He said depressedly: "It's strange, how can a father not even have photos of his own son?"
"I don't know, Mr. Ling, I'm sorry..." Zhou Changde scratched his scalp and looked embarrassed. He felt that Ling Xiao gave him a pack of cigarettes worth dozens of yuan, and also pointed out a way to get rich.
However, Ling Xiao asked him to do some small things but he couldn't do them well, so he felt very embarrassed.
"Nothing, I'll call him." Ling Xiao said, and he put the photo album back.
"Mr. Ling, what you are talking about..." Zhou Changfu said in an uneasy mood after leaving Zhou Changde's house.
Ling Xiao smiled and said: "It's okay, Uncle Zhou. You go to Shennu Pharmaceutical to find Yu Qingmei. Just say that I asked you to find her. What I promised you will definitely come true."
On the way back to the Minzu Primary School, Ling Xiao used his mobile phone to dial the number Zhou Changfu told him, but was prompted that the number was empty. This made him very depressed. The previous mystery had not been solved, and now a new one had been added.
But at this moment, the cell phone rang.
His cell phone was still in his hand and there was no sound at all. Ling Xiao was stunned for a moment and hurriedly took out the cell phone the man gave him.
It was that cell phone that was ringing.
"Hello?" Ling Xiao said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Tell you, I have no interest in playing any games with you!"
"Municipal People's Hospital, go quickly!" the man's voice came out.