"The dumplings you eat? What kind of fillings are they?"
Xiaomi said it was stuffed with leeks and had noodles, but the ones I made didn’t look very good.
"It's okay. Go and make a basin for me. As long as it's edible, it's pretty but useless."
"Oh." Xiaomi wiped her hands and went to work in the kitchen.
"Lao Pi, it's me, Xiang Yunfeng."
"Xiang Boss, what's wrong? Do you still want to buy something from me?"
"Hurry up and get it. I'll pay you 80,000 yuan for your money. I want to ask you if you know someone named Mr. Wu in Xi'an. He was from the Changsha Gang when he was young."
"Master Wu..."
"Master Wu..."
Lao Pi read it twice on the phone.
"I remembered, this man has not been active for several years. His name is Wu Xilin, and he is indeed from Xi'an. Why are you looking for this man?"
I said that if I encounter some problems, I need to find an expert to solve the problem.
"What's the problem? I can't understand antiques or something? Tell me and I'll listen. Maybe I'll know."
I immediately asked the question that I couldn't figure out.
Lao Pi was silent for a long time, and then said in frustration: "I have never heard of such a thing. I can't help you. I'll ask a few friends for you to see if anyone knows where the person named Wu lives. Wait for my call back.
"
"Okay, sorry for the trouble, I'm waiting for your reply."
"Here comes Brother Feng!"
"Eat it while it's hot!"
My hands were full of millet and flour, and a full bowl was brought to me on the table.
"What...what is this?"
"Chive dumplings." Xiaomi said.
"Why are your dumplings so big? How can you eat them? A pot of three is enough."
Xiaomi said a little embarrassedly: "The noodles were too soft and I couldn't wrap them around my mouth, so I wrapped them a little too big."
I waved my hand helplessly and said Xiaomi, go ahead and do your work. I will eat your dumplings as steamed buns.
It's really a giant dumpling, as big as a man's fist.
In fact, it tasted good. I was eating it when I called back.
"We have some news. It's really hard to find Xiang Baotou. If it weren't for my friend Duona, I wouldn't be able to find him. He is now in a nursing home in Xianyang. I will confirm the specific address and send it to you later."
I put my phone on the table, holding the dumplings in both hands, blowing on the hot air and said, "Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner when I have time. I'll hang up."
Not long after, I received a text message from Lao Pi.
"Lao Gan Center, Tongwen Road, Qindu District, Xianyang City."
After reciting it silently twice, I wrote down the address and got up to put on my shoes. I had just woken up and was still wearing slippers.
"You want to go out, Brother Feng?" Xiaomi asked.
I nodded: "I'll come back if I can come back tonight. If I can't come back, I'll come back tomorrow morning at the latest. Tell Bean Sprouts and Brother Yu not to go out and wait for me at home."
Xi'an is relatively close to Xianyang. In order to find this person named Wu as soon as possible, I took a taxi directly from Xi'an. The address I told the driver was Ginkgo Nursing Home.
It is now 2021. The owner of Ginkgo Nursing Home is a man named Cui. He was arrested on suspicion of illegal fund-raising fraud. The Ginkgo Nursing Home brand has disappeared and turned into Xianyang Guilin Hospital. It was newly opened that year and the conditions are very good. The elderly are living there.
All agreed.
I named the big tomb in the sulfuric acid plant "The Tomb of Silk."
Because the rammed earth is full of oxidized yellow-red silk pigments.
If I don't understand the reason, I don't dare to take people down rashly. I can only ask experts in the industry to ask what's going on.
