A short-tempered mom? A money-grubbing dad? A humorous trio of women were sent to the 1960s by a leaky electric kettle, bringing with them a kitchen that could infinitely replicate food and a space...
A lot of leaves fell in winter, but there were still some yellow leaves on the leaves, which looked quite lush from a distance. Sun Wukong could not be seen hiding in the tree at all.
Lu Zhishen had already been wandering around. He was from Shandong, and the biggest characteristic of Shandong people is hospitality, the kind that would sincerely invite you to my home. So Lu Zhishen was very suitable to go out to gather information. He was very enthusiastic with everyone and could chat about any topic.
It was still a bit cold at this time, and it was only eight o'clock in the morning. People who worked at home had all left, and the elderly would not come out for a walk in the sun until around nine or ten in the morning. So Lu Zhishen was not in a hurry and just wandered around.
As soon as I walked around to the open space in the front few rows, I saw a wonton stall that had not yet closed. There were a few people sitting there eating breakfast, and the boss was busy frying dough sticks in front of the wok.
This family compound was truly enormous, even offering small businesses within. Lu Zhishen pondered this and went over to buy a bowl of wontons and four fried dough sticks. He scooped a few complimentary pickles from a small bowl onto a small plate, then sat down at the least crowded table and ate in silence. As he ate, he listened closely to the conversations around him, his ears like built-in radar, never missing a single piece of information.
After eating for a while, the conversation that had been interrupted by his arrival resumed. A few women at the next table started chatting about family matters, and one of them casually mentioned, "Have you heard? Sanshun from row six seems to be getting married to that Huang. I heard that woman was no pushover, a martyr's family member, and now she's obsessed with Sanshun every day."
Lu Zhishen's heart moved. Isn't this the Huang Xiaoju and San they are talking about?
Another woman interrupted, "Oh? Really? Look, I said from the beginning that the one with the surname Huang would win in the end! She's quite attractive and can talk. If I had to choose, I would also choose the one with the surname Huang."
Another older woman lowered her voice and said, "Yes, yes, yes, if it were me, I would choose Huang too. That Bai Suzhen looks too docile to control Samsoon. Besides, the cunningness of saving Bai Suzhen is definitely no match for Huang. But I heard from my brother's wife's neighbor's sister-in-law's second aunt's third brother's wife that Huang used to have a bad reputation in the village. He gave birth to two children and abused his mother-in-law. Now I don't know how he got involved with Samsoon. They say Samsoon has been a lot better off recently, and I don't know if it has anything to do with this woman."
The aunt who spoke first said, "Last year, Samsoon said that the woman surnamed Huang was his God of Wealth. It seems that what she said is true."
Lu Zhishen nodded secretly. It seemed the captain's guess was correct. Huang Xiaoju's drug manufacturing started with this Sanshun. He continued to eat breakfast calmly, but he was already thinking about his next plan.
After breakfast, Lu Zhishen went around to the sixth row of bungalows where Huang Xiaoju and Sanshun lived and found a secluded corner to observe.
The doors and windows were shut tightly, and the curtains were drawn tightly. He didn't know if someone was still asleep or if no one was home, as he couldn't see what was going on inside from the outside. He tried to get into the yard through the wall, but there were dogs in the yard. He wasn't Sun Wukong, and the dogs wouldn't buy his tricks.
Just as he was about to leave and look for another entrance, Sun Wukong jumped down from the tree and whispered, "I just went around to the back to check. There's no back door, but there are two dogs inside, and any noise would easily alarm them. Where have you been?"
Lu Zhishen smiled and brushed down his hair, which was so short that it could not be held up even with his fingers, and said softly, "Have breakfast and get some information while you're at it."
Sun Wukong understood and nodded in understanding.