Li Xiufen thought for a moment and continued, "I have a piece of cloth at home. I think I can make a pair of pants like this. But the color is not good. It's blue."

"It's the leftover fabric from making clothes for your grandfather. Just use that little fabric to make him a pair of pants. It's not enough."

Fu Xiao thought for a moment and asked, "Is it the same material as my grandfather's Zhongshan suit?"

Li Xiufen nodded, "That's the color. What do you think?"

"Okay, this color is fine too, just add some other colors to embellish it..."

"Okay, then I'll go back and pick up those scraps of cloth..."

When Fu Wei Bo came back from work, dinner was served at home on time.

After dinner, the family sat in the yard to enjoy the cool air.

After chatting for a while, someone knocked on the door and Fu Hong walked over to open it.

The guard came in behind him.

He was carrying a lot of things he had bought, all of which were fresh meat, rice, noodles and other foods.

Under Li Xiufen's guidance, I put the things into the kitchen.

Mu Lianshen didn't rush to ask him anything, so he just stood quietly in the yard and listened to them chatting.

Around eight o'clock, someone yawned for the first time.

Yawning seems to be contagious, and everyone starts to feel sleepy...

Grandpa Fu yawned and waved his hand, "It's too late, go back to sleep..."

Everyone went back to their rooms.

It is worth mentioning that.

The eldest brother Fu Yu followed Fu Weilun back to the county town. He had already obtained his graduation certificate and could officially study with his third uncle.

After all, there is a lot to learn if you want to go into politics.

Once you pass the exam, you can start working directly.

In the room, Mu Lianshen was listening to the guard's report.

He tapped his fingers on the table, looked up at the guard, and said calmly: "So, he is missing now?"

The guard said, "The person at the pharmacy said that he went to a patient in Guangxi. I contacted that patient and he said that Master Yang had been gone from his place for about a week."

"He doesn't know where he is now..."

Mu Lianshen was silent for a moment, then continued: "Send someone to the Yang family's old house, and then look for them along the way from Guangxi..."

Although the Yang family's old house was already full of relatives from the next generation, he was not sure if Yang Huaishu would be there now...

The guard nodded in response.

Seeing that he was about to go out, Mu Lianshen stopped him and said, "Don't rush, go tomorrow morning..."

...

It was late at night and most of the moon was visible in the sky.

In the vast mountains, a man changed his clothes.

He lit a fire beside him and threw his soiled clothes into it.

A man sat facing the fire, with a strong murderous aura and cold eyes.

The man was probably in his forties, with bloodstains all over his tough face. He looked gloomy and evil, like a demon on earth.

His eyes were like a thin layer of frost under a cold moon, and there was unmistakable murderous intent in them no matter how you looked at them.

There was a knife next to him, and the knife was covered in blood.

The firelight illuminated his pale and gloomy face, and he was mumbling something.

But the sound was too soft and no one could hear it.

It also seemed as if these words were not meant for outsiders to hear.

He seemed to have something else to do. He watched his clothes burn to ashes, picked up the knife beside him, stood up, and disappeared into the forest.

In the darkness, the fire was still burning, flickering.

From a distance, it is very obvious.

Perhaps the light in the darkest hour, no matter how tiny, is always bright...

(This person is not the uncle, but the protagonist of another plot...)