After riding her bike to the vicinity of the Pigeon Committee, Lian Xiaomin found a place sheltered from the wind and pretended to stop to rest.

She released her mental power and listened to what was happening inside first.

After waiting for a long time, I finally got some useful information.

There were several people in an office, discussing the arrest of people in Tumenzi Village. They said that two brothers with the surname Meng had been interrogated and sentenced to fifteen years.

One of them, a lady in her forties wearing a red armband, said that her mother’s family was from the production team next door.

The captain over there was investigated by the police and was taken away for interrogation for three days!

How did you find someone like Meng Laohei to be a production team cadre, and he drives a tractor? Is he related to you, the team leader, in a closer way?

Lian Xiaomin finally breathed a sigh of relief. Not bad! She was finally punished.

She was about to leave with the cart when she suddenly heard three people in another office discussing something in a low voice behind closed doors.

This matter immediately aroused her interest.

Among the three men, one was a short man in his forties, just over 1.6 meters tall, and looked very thin, but judging by the way he was dressed, he seemed to be a small leader.

At this time, he whispered instructions to the other two men who were about thirty years old, almost biting their ears.

"Wang Baoliang, you have to keep an eye on the Pang family's yard. You don't have to stay at the office all day. If you have nothing to do, go over there and hang out. You can also hide at the shoe repair shop owned by Old Zhang at the entrance of the alley."

The man next to him also advised: "Brother Wang, don't complain about the cold weather, just wear more clothes. I still have to go to the labor camp in the west of the city to interrogate Pang. Isn't it harder than you?"

Wang Baoliang had no choice but to grit his teeth and nodded, his eyes glancing at the gloomy sky outside the second-floor window. It was about to snow again, and it must be a big snow.

The skinny leader took a cigarette from the Peony brand cigarette box, lit it himself, and then threw the cigarette box to the two of them.

He took a puff, his face showing a slightly smug expression, but his voice was still very soft.

"If you two follow my method, you will definitely be able to pry open Pang Yikang's mouth and find more treasures he has hidden! I estimate that they are in this old house of his!"

"…Although it has now been allocated to six families of flour mill employees, it is not certain where it is located, so there must be a secret room."

"... Baoliang, you need to know all the people coming in and out of that compound. If they are behaving unusually, don't rush in and find something first."

"...Old Zhang, the shoe repairman, will also cooperate with you. He's my man."

Lian Xiaomin remembered, over at the flour mill, the workers' compound? There was also a shoe repairman at the entrance of the alley.

No one in the office said anything more. It was just past noon, around 1:30, and except for the leader, the other two people seemed to be going out.

Lian Xiaomin analyzed their conversation and learned that there was a man named Pang Yikang, and there might be treasure buried under one of his houses.

No matter what, now that I have heard this "secret", I must not let those people in the Pigeon Committee who want to enrich themselves succeed.

However, you still have to take a look at the ins and outs of the matter and have a clear understanding of it.

She chose to follow the person who might go to the labor camp in the western suburbs to interrogate Pang Yikang.

This man was called Ge Jian. He was wearing a blue work uniform, a thick cotton jacket and a cotton hat.

Wang Baoliang and I went downstairs whispering together, and then we parted ways at the gate of the Pigeon Committee.

The man surnamed Wang walked, while Ge Jian rode a bicycle and headed west.

Lian Xiaomin immediately got on the bike and followed closely behind.

She seldom came to the county town in the past and was not very familiar with the surrounding area.

But I just heard from them that there is a farm in the western suburbs, and I guess all the sentenced prisoners are working there to serve their sentences.

In one breath, they rode more than thirty miles. Lian Xiaomin thought that Ge Jian was indeed more "hardworking" than Xiao Wang!

However, he must have a closer relationship with the boss.

The person who was able to directly interrogate Pang Yikang and dig out the information about the treasure must be the most trusted person.

If it's unreliable, what if I secretly downloaded it?

Ge Jian was a big guy and pedaled quite fast. In less than an hour, he arrived at the Xuri Farm in the western suburbs.

There was a big sign there, and even Xiaomin, who was a hundred meters away from it, could see it clearly with her mental power.

This farm requires a certificate to enter and exit, and the management is very strict. There are people guarding it at every level, unlike other farms which are relatively free.

It was impossible for Lian Xiaomin to get in like that in broad daylight.

But her mental monitoring range is very large, which is completely sufficient.

She could only enter the space near the periphery and keep an eye on Ge Jian's whereabouts.

Ge Jian walked in smoothly with his work permit.

He first found a cadre-like person inside, handed him two boxes of Mudan cigarettes, nodded and chatted with him, and also said, "Director Duan said he would treat you to a meal some other day."

Maybe the skinny man who sent him here before was Director Duan.

The other party acted a little pretentiously, but he still gave Ge Jian face.

Through the conversation, Lian Xiaomin learned that this person was actually a cadre sent by the Provincial Pigeon Committee.

He is specifically responsible for supervising the work of the farm and is stationed here in charge of political propaganda. His name is Yu Wei, also known as Secretary Yu.

Secretary Yu called a young man from outside and whispered a few words to him, asking him to take Pang Yikang to a certain place, saying that he wanted to give him some ideological education.

He nodded to Ge Jian, indicating that he should wait first.

This was obviously an opportunity for them to talk alone, and it seemed not to be the first time, so no extra words were said.

Ge Jian understood and went out alone, taking a detour to a row of empty warehouses behind the office, and stopped at the door of the last one.

The door was not locked, so he pushed it open and walked in.

There was a lot of firewood piled on the ground inside, and a few stools without backrests by the window. He brushed off the dust on them with his cotton gloves and sat on a stool.

More than ten minutes later, the young man that Director Yu called came with a man who looked like a prisoner.

The man was about 1.75 meters tall, in his fifties or sixties, with completely white hair. He wore a pair of glasses, and had his head slightly lowered with a frown on his face.

"Okay, I've brought the person here. I'll come back to take him away in half an hour."

The young man nodded to Ge Jian and turned to leave.

Ge Jian stared at the other person carefully through the glass window until he walked away. Only then did he feel relieved. He turned around and pulled a stool for Pang Yikang.

"Lao Pang, sit down. What do you think about the matter I asked you last time? Don't tell me that you have nothing left except that small box of dollars."

Pang Yikang frowned even more tightly, pursed his lips, and sat on the stool. The two were about two meters apart.

"Secretary Ge, I really don't have any gold, silver or treasures. I just have that box of dollars, buried under a big tree in my yard. I've already told you."

"...You promised me that you would give me four kilograms of rice every month, and today is the day again!"