When we arrived at the county town, the foreman and I split up. Because there was something wrong with the car, Lao Qin's foreman, Zhao Xuanxuan, went to the local repair shop to repair the car. Douyazai and I went to the farmer's market. The foreman said that he would pick us up at the market after the car was repaired.
When I arrived at the Yintian Farmers Market, I asked a butcher to find the person Lao Wang mentioned.
The meat seller at the market didn't want to talk to me at first, but his attitude immediately changed after I bought two kilograms of beef.
The butcher said: "You are asking about Lao Gan, right? He sells dry goods at No. 43, West District. I saw him when I got there. Lao Gan is easy to recognize because he has a scar on his forehead."
Carrying the meat and walking around the market, Bean Sprout suddenly touched me and motioned me to look east.
There was a dry goods store there. There were a lot of dried white fungus mushrooms piled outside the store. A middle-aged man with a scar on his face was sitting on a chair and concentrating on reading a newspaper.
Dou Sprouts and I walked over together.
"Hello Uncle Gan, I brought you two kilograms of beef." I smiled and put the meat aside.
He put down the newspaper and looked at me and Dou Sprout in confusion, "Are you...?"
"We are your daughter's colleagues. We have some work-related matters and we want to talk to her."
"Are you also from a newspaper?"
I lied and said yes.
"Xiaoxuan just informed me that she brought her friends back for lunch at noon. You are too polite and brought meat. It happened to be noon to leave and stay for lunch."
At this time, Douyazai pulled me aside and whispered: "Yunfeng, why did you say that we are from the newspaper? When her little daughter comes back later, she will ask if we will reveal our secrets. How will it end then?"
I said Yazai, don't panic, people will get suspicious if you don't say that, just look at me then.
Lao Gan's youngest daughter came back at 11:30 p.m., and there was a short-haired girl with her. Her youngest daughter was in her early twenties, had eyes, was thin, and was quite beautiful.
"Dad, I'm back. I'm going to the breeding base in the afternoon for an interview. I'll bring my colleagues over for a meal on the way. What are you going to have for lunch, Dad?"
"Let's eat potato stew. Your colleague happened to buy some meat."
"My colleague?" She then turned around and spotted Dou Sprout and me.
