When Xiao Rouer saw that Mo Shiyi was silent, she thought she had said something wrong. She gritted her teeth and explained to Mo Shiyi: "We in Haiwan Village... don't have a private car. The only van is from the village. The village chief
I often drive to go to work, which is probably not in the village. Going to the neighboring village to borrow a car is also time-consuming and I guess it will cost a lot in the end. It takes about the same time as the bus to get here!"
After hearing Xiao Rouer's explanation, Mo Shiyi didn't say anything.
She thought for a while and asked: "You grew up in Bay Village, so you should be very familiar with some people and things there!"
Xiao Rou'er was startled, then looked at Mo Eleven after thinking for a while: "Miss Mo, I don't know what you want to know. If I know, I will definitely know everything and tell you everything!"
When Mo Shiyi heard what she said, he was not polite and asked straight to the point: "Do you know there is a man named Xiao Anbang in Haiwan Village?"
Xiao Rou'er was a little surprised that Mo Shiyi actually knew people from Haiwan Village. However, after a moment of surprise, she told the truth and answered Mo Shiyi's question: "We know each other. They are from a family in our village. We
Most people in the village have the surname Xiao!"
Mo Shishi nodded: "Tell me about it!"
Xiao Rou'er did not hesitate and said: "I heard from my dad that Uncle Xiao's family used to live in Shanghai, but twenty years ago, I don't know what happened, and Uncle Xiao's family moved back again.
Haiwan Village, by the way, Uncle Xiao is the Xiao Anbang you mentioned. He is the fourth in the family, so we, the younger generation, all call him Uncle Xiao! It is said that he was also considered a capable person in Shanghai back then.
I don’t know what happened, so I came back! It’s just that their family is rich and has built a four-story Western-style building. They are a wealthy family in the village!”
Mo Shiyi could not deny Xiao Rouer, a so-called capable person. According to her investigation, Xiao Anbang was a gangster back then, a master who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Especially after his sister Xiao Anya married into the Yue family, he
He even used his power to bully others and gained a lot of benefits.
However, he seemed to have suddenly left Shanghai, and Mo Shiyi also found out.
Mo Shiyi thought for a moment, glanced at the anxious Xiao Rou'er in the rearview mirror, and asked, "Then their family should have a car!"
If their family had a car, why didn't Xiao Rouer's parents borrow a car and pick up their daughter?
When Xiao Rouer heard Mo Shiyi's question, a look of embarrassment flashed across her face. However, she was afraid that Mo Shiyi would think too much, so she quickly told the truth: "Uncle Xiao's family never lends their car to anyone.
Moreover, their family is rich and they look down on other people in the village. Let alone borrowing a car, my parents probably can’t even get through the front door of their house!”
Mo Shiyi was a little surprised: "You are all from the same family, and they don't want to interact with you?"
Xiao Rouer shook her head: "It depends on the relationship. As long as someone comes to ask for help, they will definitely be regarded as a swindler by their family. So, over time, no one will humiliate themselves!"
She still remembered that when she married her husband, Uncle Xiao's daughter Xiao Ping'er laughed at her, saying that she was marrying into a poor man. Actually, thinking about it now, what they said was right.
If the village was not so poor, perhaps her husband would not be persuaded by her mother-in-law to work in the city, and she would not be in this situation now.
However, it is useless to think about these things now.
When Xiao Rouer saw that Mo Shiyi was silent again, thinking that the two of them had agreed to send her to Bay Village, she took the initiative and asked: "Miss Mo, are you and Mr. Chao going to live in Bay Village?
If you want to live there, you can stay at my house. Although there are differences between our house and Fourth Uncle Xiao’s house, it is still clean."
Mo Shiyi glanced at Xiao Rouer: "We'll talk about this later!"
After that, she suddenly asked: "In your village, do you throw children into the sea?"
When Xiao Rou'er heard this, her pupils suddenly shrank slightly, and her voice stuttered: "Why...why do you suddenly ask like this?"
Mo Shiyi's expression was indifferent and he seemed to be speaking carelessly, as if he didn't take the matter seriously. He said slowly: "It's nothing. I just heard that in some remote mountain villages, some children, especially girls, were born.
In the end, if they are disliked by their family, they are likely to be drowned, or thrown into the mountains to fend for themselves. However, in some remote villages along the coast, they like to throw their children away!"
In this case, the child will generally not survive unless he is extremely lucky and encounters a kind-hearted person to rescue him.
Speaking of which, Mo Shiyi was one of the extremely lucky to have survived that year!
Xiao Rouer was slightly relieved when she heard what Mo Shiyi said: "Yes, this kind of thing actually existed more than ten or twenty years ago. After all, sons are favored over daughters in many places, and they still are still
Yes, I also heard my grandma say that in those days, people in the village often threw children away, even though they were thrown behind someone's back, but everyone can guess that this kind of thing is commonplace after all!"
At this moment, Mo Shiyi suddenly understood that if Xiao Anbang really threw himself into the sea, other people in the village would probably think that this kind of thing was normal.
Do.
Mo Shiyi's eyes darkened and he didn't ask any more questions.
Xiao Rou'er is a peaceful person. If Mo Shiyi doesn't speak, she will remain silent and try to reduce her presence as much as possible.
Chao Jing's car had good performance. He drove steadily and not too slowly. At eleven o'clock, the car was already approaching Bay Village.
Seeing the village not far from the sea from a distance, Xiao Rouer's eyes couldn't help but turn red while holding the child in her arms.
At this moment, Mo Shiyi suddenly asked her: "By the way, have any children been thrown away at Xiao Anbang's house?"
When Xiao Rouer heard this, her face was obviously paler than before, as if she was frightened. She opened her mouth softly, as if she was a little afraid of Mo Shiyi.
Mo Shiyi raised his eyebrows and turned to look at her: "What?
Is this question difficult to answer?”
Xiao Rou'er gritted her teeth, thinking that these two people were her saviors, and finally suppressed her panic, and she didn't lie after all: "You...why did you ask that?
Miss Mo, do you know anything?"
As soon as Mo Shiyi saw her reaction, he knew that there was a high probability that she knew something.
She said calmly: "What should I ask you?
Why did you ask me back?"
Although Mo Shiyi's tone was very calm, it sounded like he was unhappy, with an indescribable sense of oppression.
Xiao Rou'er felt a little panicked. She couldn't help but clench her hands and looked at her son sleeping sweetly in her arms. Thinking that she would see her parents soon, she hesitated again and again, and finally decided to tell the truth: "It's nothing.
It’s just... that the story about Fourth Uncle Xiao throwing away the child was actually spread from my family, so I thought... Miss Mo asked me this because she knew something, so she asked me this! "