"But Mother."

Hu Qingquan thought for a moment, then finally put down the shovel and sighed heavily.

Then Hu's mother remembered Hu Qinghai: "Oh dear, where is Qinghai? The child still hasn't gotten up. Needless to say, even if a thief broke into the house yesterday, he was sleeping so soundly that he probably couldn't hear anything."

She went to Hu Qinghai's room and found it empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.

Hu Qinghai often went out to play at night, and his mother seemed to be used to it.

Hu Qingquan, however, was more cautious: "Father, Mother, has Qinghai gone out to gamble again? Do you think he took my jade pendant?"

The elderly couple immediately thought of this possibility, but instinctively didn't want to believe that Hu Qinghai would steal things from their home.

"Qingquan, nobody can say for sure. We'll ask Qinghai when he gets back."

Hu Qingquan clenched his fist. Hu Qinghai had prevented him from going on a blind date, but he didn't even know where Hu Qinghai was. When Hu Qinghai came back, he would definitely make him pay.

The village will begin spring plowing the day after tomorrow. Before Lin Zhiheng went to work at the black market, Lin Qingyan gave him some instructions:

“Xiao Heng, everyone in our brigade will be going to work in the fields the day after tomorrow. You are an educated youth here, and if you don’t have a proper work certificate, you have to go to work in the fields. Of course, you can’t let anyone know that you are working in the black market. Go to the boss today and tell him you’re quitting. Take a day off tomorrow and rest at home. Go to the fields the day after tomorrow.”

"Okay, sister, I'll talk to the boss when I get there."

"good."