One hundred and twenty-eight Black market buying news
After listening to Zhang Yu's words, Zheng Gouzi's expression suddenly changed, and there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
If what Xiaoping encounters this time is really related to her classmate, it means that this incident is by no means an accident, but is probably a long-planned conspiracy specifically targeting her.
At this moment, the eldest lady of the Tao family, who had been listening quietly to the two people talking, suddenly interrupted: "It will always be inconvenient for you guys to investigate the situation of the girl's family. Leave this matter to me.
I guarantee that you will get to the bottom of that person’s situation.”
The eldest daughter of the Tao family smiled and waved her hands gently: "There's nothing to be polite about. We are all brothers."
After this period of running-in, she was very satisfied with Zheng Gouzi, her new husband. If something happened to someone he cared about, she would naturally be willing to help.
After leaving Tao's house, Zhang Yu returned home.
When I got home, my sister-in-law was waiting at the door to collect the soles. Judging from the size, they must have been made for Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu looked inside and didn't see Zhao Xiaoping, so he asked: "Isn't the eldest sister up yet?"
Zhang Guifang also looked into the room, and then lowered her voice and said, "No, I haven't woken up since I drank the medicinal wine and fell asleep yesterday."
The medicinal wine that Xiaoyu brought out yesterday was indeed very effective. Xiaoping fell asleep after drinking it. She slept soundly and was not awakened all night.
While the two were talking, there was a noise in the room. About two or three minutes later, Zhao Xiaoping came out of the room with slightly squinted eyes.
"Mom, Xiaoyu."
Looking at the sun hanging in the sky, Zhao Xiaoping was startled and woke up instantly.
"Mom, what time is it?"
Zhang Yu looked at the watch on his wrist and replied: "It's half past ten."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Xiaoping was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "It's broken, it's broken! It's late for work."
He turned around and couldn't help complaining: "Mom, why didn't you call me?"
While talking, he picked up a comb and combed his hair. If he couldn't comb it smoothly, he would pull it down hard. Zhang Yu's scalp couldn't help but hurt from the sight.
Seeing her daughter's fussy look, Zhang Guifang frowned slightly, then relaxed her brows.
"I asked your father to ask for leave for you."
"Huh, mother, if you didn't tell me earlier, you scared me to death. I thought I..."
After hearing that she had asked for leave, Zhao Xiaoping breathed a sigh of relief, threw down the comb in her hand, and covered her scalp with pain.
Seeing this, Zhang Guifang said angrily: "That's right! Look which girl is like you. Her hair is frizzy all day long and she can't even comb her hair. What should I do if I get married in the future?"
He said he was disgusted, but he picked up the comb in his hand, walked around behind Zhao Xiaoping, and gently combed her knotted hair.
Zhao Xiaoping had long been accustomed to her mother's sharp-tongued temperament. She didn't say a word even after being dismissed, she just kept giggling, and then she obediently lowered her head and let her mother comb her hair.
After a day of rest, Zhao Xiaoping felt that she was fine and wanted to go to work, but Zhang Guifang suppressed her and asked her to rest for two more days.
Zhao Xiaoping can rest, but Zhang Guifang still has a lot of things on her hands and really can't spare time to accompany her.
As the only idle member of the family, Zhang Yu volunteered to take over this job.
Afraid that she would have random thoughts if left alone, Zhang Yu didn't dare to go out all day, so he stayed with her all the time.
Later, something happened and she needed to go out on the way, so she invited Feng Laoliu's wife to come and accompany her.
Seeing Zhang Yu's overly nervous look, Zhao Xiaoping felt dumbfounded and joked: "You are treating me like a three-year-old child!"
Feng Laoliu's daughter-in-law, however, looked envious: "Your brother is so kind to you!"
Although her eldest brother was also nice to him, he really didn't have that much care from a grown man's family.
Zhao Xiaoping did not refute this, and her family was indeed very kind to her.
Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaoping finally showed her first heartfelt smile in the past few days.
After freeing himself up, Zhang Yu turned around and quietly entered the black market.
It was still the same process as before. After giving two cents, Zhang Yu entered the black market.
After buying two things at the stalls outside, he quietly came to one of the stalls.
There were a lot of woolen yarns on the stall. When he saw him coming, the stall owner stood up and greeted him enthusiastically: "How are you doing? Which one did you pick?"
Zhang Yu casually grabbed a bundle of black wool placed in the corner and said in a low voice: "I want a message."
As soon as these words came out, the stall owner who was greeting Zhang Yu enthusiastically about what he wanted to buy suddenly changed his expression. He looked at Zhang Yu and said in a strange tone: "Did you find the wrong place? I am just a wool seller, but
I have no other ability."
Zhang Yu was sure that he had found the right place. After watching the other party's performance, he took out a small goldfish directly from his pocket and handed it to the other party under the cover of wool: "Deposit! After the matter is completed, there will be half left."
Looking at the little goldfish in Zhang Yu's hand, the stall owner's expression changed again and again, and finally he put away the wool together with his cruel heart.
"You come with me."
The two of them didn't notice that after they left, at a stall selling peaches not far away, a young man suddenly covered his stomach and said to the person stalling next to him: "Brother, please help me look at the stall.
My stomach hurts and I need to go to the toilet."
The person he called was a little impatient and wanted to refuse, but was defeated by the peach he gave him.
"Brother, try the peaches I grew myself."
Looking at the peach being stuffed into his hand, the stall owner swallowed his refusal and waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and leave it to me. Don't worry."
"Thank you, brother!" The young man clutched his stomach and left, pretending to be unable to bear it, and left in a hurry.
He took two steps toward the toilet, avoided everyone's sight, turned around, and quietly came back to follow Zhang Yu and the others.
The knitting stall owner took Zhang Yu into a room and asked straight to the point: "What news do you want to inquire about?"
The young man squatted and hid under the window, trying to hear clearly what the two people in the room were saying, but because Zhang Yu and the others deliberately lowered their voices, even if the young man put his ears against the window, he could only listen intermittently.
To one o'clock.
"Trouble... who is following... the Zhao family..."
After some communication, both parties were quite satisfied.
"Three days, give me three days, and I will get the news you want."
Zhang Yu nodded. Someone was privately asking about his family's situation and Zhao Xiaoping was followed twice in succession. Especially this time, he almost had an accident, which made him feel like a storm was about to come.
Although his uncle and Brother Zheng are both investigating, he cannot remain idle.
He doesn't have much else, but he still has money.
