Chapter 71 Colluding with each other

He turned only two pages before his expression changed drastically, and he quickly ran to close the door.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to play anymore?" Shen Wanjun couldn't play in the snow, but that didn't stop her from enjoying watching others play.

She hadn't had enough of watching when Huang Ya suddenly stopped playing.

"Let's talk inside." Huang Ya bolted the door and pulled Song Juan inside.

Song Zhan wanted to say something about how it looked to be all pulled and tugged, but seeing Huang Ya's expression, he didn't say anything more.

Closing the courtyard gate wasn't enough; Huang Ya also closed the house door.

She even drew the curtains, realizing that something was not a simple matter, and turned off all the lights except for a small desk lamp.

Huang Ya unfolded the newspaper and took out the things tucked inside.

An English magazine and a letter.

The letter contained nothing but criticism of the authorities and was signed by Shen Wanjun.

Song Juan couldn't understand the English magazine, but after studying the characters for so many days, she could roughly understand the contents of the letter.

She slammed her hand on the table and stood up, saying, "Slander, framing! My sister-in-law isn't that kind of person."

Huang Ya gestured for silence: "Keep your voice down. Of course I know Comrade Shen is innocent."

The three of them felt much relieved after hearing this. Song Zhan thought he was a bit of a simpleton, but he didn't expect him to be so clear-headed at this crucial moment.

Huang Ya is an outsider in this room, so his attitude is especially important.

Shen Wanjun picked up an English magazine and glanced at it, her heart skipping a beat.

This was the very book she had stuffed into her suitcase that day, the one used to slander Zhong Ming.

Zhong Ming has been released? That's impossible!

I flipped through a few pages at random, and a lot of US dollars fell out.

"What is this?" Song Juan asked.

After a long silence, Huang Ya asked Song Zhan, "Battalion Commander Song, have you offended someone?"

Song Zhan thought about it carefully, then said blankly, "No, I don't think so."

It's normal for comrades to have minor frictions. He's always been low-key and rarely makes enemies.

I really can't believe who could be so wicked as to want to kill him.

"Is it Bai Lu?" Song Juan immediately thought of that vixen.

"She seduced my brother and got dealt with by Political Commissar Hao. Will she hold a grudge and seek revenge?"

Thinking of something, she added, "And there's Hao Yan, she's also racking her brains to get my brother."

Song Zhan was speechless. For the first time, he hated himself for being too handsome. Not only did it attract so many suitors and cause Shen Wanjun so much trouble, but now he was being targeted by a madman.

He should be ruined and his family destroyed.

“Although they are suspects, they shouldn’t have the guts,” Shen Wanjun said.

Hao Yan doesn't have that kind of intelligence, and Bai Lu has been busy taking care of elderly people living alone lately, so she has no time for anything else.

"This thing was hidden inside a honeycomb briquette; it must have been done by some woman," Song Zhandao said.

He remembered that a lot of people came to the courtyard to watch the spectacle that day, pointing and commenting around the honeycomb briquettes.

“Yes, yes, that must be it,” Song Juan said.

After carefully counting the people in the courtyard, they found that apart from the military wives and children in the compound, the only outsiders were Hao Yan and Wang Ming.

"Could it be Wang Ming?" Huang Ya asked.

Song Zhan shook his head, "We have no connection with him."

Suddenly remembering something, Shen Wanjun asked, "Which village did Hao Yan marry into?"

Song Zhan shook his head: "I don't know."

As long as that person doesn't bother him, Song Zhan doesn't care whether Hao Yan lives or dies.

Shen Wanjun could only place her hopes on Song Juan. Song Juan thought for a long time, then scratched her head and said, "Sister-in-law, I don't remember either."

She was a little sad, unable to help her sister-in-law.

The fact that Shen Wanjun asked this question shows that this point is crucial.

Her sister-in-law had been so good to her, but now she couldn't help her at all, which made Song Juan extremely sad.

"Why don't I ask Sister Hong? She'll definitely know," Shen Wanjun said.

Song Zhan disagreed: "The fewer people who know about this, the better."

Dang Xianghong is a loudmouth; she can't keep anything to herself, so Song Zhan doesn't trust her.

"I was just asking casually." Shen Wanjun believed that even if Dang Xianghong knew about this, she would keep quiet.

Although she's a gossip, she only gossips about trivial matters; she won't talk about important things carelessly.

Last time, she and Dang Xianghong worked together to arrest a special agent. The two held small meetings every day, but she never revealed a word of it to anyone.

“That won’t work either,” Song Zhan said.

Song Juan said, "How about I go ask Sister Hong?"

“No!” Huang Ya said, “Battalion Commander Song is right. The fewer people who know about this, the safer it will be.”

Song Juan and Shen Wanjun exchanged a glance: Were those two wearing the same pair of pants today?!

Song Zhan asked Shen Wanjun, "Does it really matter where Hao Yan marries?"

"Don't speak yet, let me think about it." Shen Wanjun covered her head, closed her eyes, and carefully recalled Dang Xianghong's words.

The three of them watched her quietly. The room was quiet except for the ticking of the clock.

Knock knock knock.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

The four were startled. Song Juan pulled the curtain open a crack and peeked out.

"Brother, sister-in-law, it's that deliveryman."

"Ignore him, he'll leave if no one opens the door," Huang Ya said.

It's better to avoid trouble.

Shen Wanjun stood up and said, "Let him in. I'll ask him directly."

The three tried to stop her, but Shen Wanjun had already opened the door.

"Comrade Jiang, are you here to deliver a letter?"

Jiang Weiguo nodded: "There's a letter from Battalion Commander Song."

Shen Wanjun opened the courtyard gate and invited him in.

Seeing the yard full of snowmen, Jiang Weiguo said, "Commander Song still has a childlike heart."

“Oh, that’s his sister playing with it.” Shen Wanjun changed the subject, “Comrade Jiang has to deliver letters even in the snow, that’s really hard work.”

"Come in and have a cup of hot water."

"Hehe, no thanks." Jiang Weiguo felt that Shen Wanjun was being overly enthusiastic today.

But after delivering to several places, no one said he was working hard, and no one offered him water.

Jiang Weiguo still wanted to maintain a good relationship with Song Zhan and Shen Wanjun, so he unconsciously said a few more words.

"The snow was so heavy that many roads were closed, and it was impossible to ride a bicycle. I had to push it all the way here."

He would usually be home by now, but today he's been delayed until now.

"Then how will you get back later? The paths in your village are probably difficult to navigate," Shen Wanjun said.

"You mean our Xiahe Village? That's really hard to get to."

Jiang Weiguo finally found someone to confide in, and once he started talking, he couldn't stop for a long time.

He said the roads in Xiahe Village were narrow and slippery, and he almost fell. He also said that the courtyard was much better.

The road was paved with bricks, and there were people shoveling snow. Supplies were plentiful; it was practically paradise.

During the conversation, Jiang Weiguo also mentioned Hao Yan, saying that he didn't know what she was thinking, that she actually gave up being a military officer to marry a teacher, and that she must have something wrong with her brain.

Shen Wanjun successfully obtained the information she wanted: Sure enough, Hao Yan also married into Xiahe Village, and she had the opportunity to contact Zhong Chuchu.

That forged letter was clearly written by Zhong Chuchu.

She had never been to the compound, but Hao Yan came to the compound on the day she returned home. The two of them colluded and cooperated from the inside out.

After figuring everything out, Shen Wanjun invited Jiang Weiguo to come inside and warm up before leaving.

Jiang Weiguo didn't refuse. As soon as he opened the door, he saw three pairs of eyes staring at him without blinking.

"Good morning, Battalion Commander Song." He pulled up a stool and sat down, and Song Juan handed him a cup of hot water.

Shen Wanjun took the letter and the English magazine, went around to the yard, and secretly stuffed them into the lining of the tin box behind Jiang Weiguo's bicycle frame.

After doing all that, she quietly returned to her room.

Jiang Weiguo stared at the wine on the table for a long time. Huang Ya asked, "Do you want some?"

Jiang Weiguo nodded hurriedly, and after a few drinks, he mustered up his courage and asked, "Dr. Huang, can you help deliver my wife's baby?"