Chapter 819 Sensation

The Ling family cooperated with the record-keeping and interviews throughout the process, and with the testimony of surrounding neighbors, there was no suspicion.

But when he was seeing off the police comrades for the last time, Ling Yuan stood in the yard holding the child and watched them all the way.

It is said that human nature is good at birth.

But a person may not be so pure and kind in his heart.

Or perhaps, Ling Yuan was really heartbroken by the torment.

He had not anticipated what happened to the Liu family.

But when he thought that he didn't have to argue with Liu Wenpei anymore, he felt a great sense of relief.

That's all.

Let the past be the past.

People always have to look forward...

Danmo withdrew his gaze, Ling Yuan held his daughter and coaxed her with "Oh oh oh" a few times, then went into the house and handed the child to Ling's mother.

"Mom, I'll have to trouble you and Dad to take care of Sui Sui from now on. I took a lot of leave last time, so this time I have to work until the Lantern Festival after the New Year."

Ling Yuan went into the house to get his luggage.

The unit, out of consideration for Uncle Lu, kept a vacancy for him despite his long delay.

The previous delay was unavoidable, and now that things are over, it's time for him to go back to work.

Ling's mother uttered "Ai" several times, wrapped the child tightly in swaddling clothes, and walked him to the gate of the yard:

"Take care of yourself out there. If you need anything, remember to call the farm so they can send it to you."

"I see. Everything is very good at my place. We have a boiler. You can cook for yourself and won't be hungry. You won't be cold at night either. You and Dad don't have to worry."

Ling's mother nodded and quietly wiped away a tear:

"Go ahead, but go slowly and be careful."

My workplace is in this city, so I don't have to worry about anything.

But so many things happened in between.

In just one year, her son seemed to have aged ten years. It was impossible for Ling's mother not to feel heartbroken.

A good life has been messed up. What's going on?

You want him to be so sad?

I can’t come back on New Year’s Eve, when families are reuniting...

Ling's mother held her child and wiped away her tears, feeling inexpressibly sad.

Ling Yuan comforted her and said he would come back when he was free.

Then he touched his daughter's soft little face and smiled.

He hung his luggage on the front of the bicycle, and rode away on the bicycle with the sound of "ding-ling-ling-ding-ling".

…

Let’s talk about the public security case handling.

There is no such thing as extreme or antisocial personality at this time.

The Public Security Bureau made many trips and finally, based on the information collected from the villages on both sides, determined that Liu Wenpei was mentally ill because she could not accept her daughter's birth deformity.

He was in a state of mental disorder and made such an irreparable mistake.

The case is closed at this point.

The ending seems hasty, but it's not.

After all, the instigator himself died in the incident.

If we continue to search, what can we find?

It’s just a pity for the little girl from the Liu family.

She is the only one left in the family.

Although the amount of poison ingested is relatively light, it is not enough to be fatal.

But the nervous system is damaged, and the brain is obviously not as sharp as before.

She is only four years old, not even five years old. What will happen to her in the future?

The matter between the Ling family and the Liu family came to an end.

The whole incident did not end here.

The tragedy of the Liu family shocked the surrounding villages.

Newspapers and radio stations spread the news even further.

Around the winter solstice, the news that "a mentally ill woman accidentally mixed rat poison into food, resulting in nine deaths and one injury in her family" caused a sensation across the country.

People sigh and speculate, and the popularity continues to grow.

The last time a similar sensation occurred was a year or two ago when the director of a chemical plant was involved in corruption.

Hearing these news frequently, Lu Miao couldn't explain what was going on, as if something was always on his mind.

It was not until later that I heard on TV that the child sent to the hospital by the Liu family had been discharged.

And when the relevant agency announced that if it was verified that the child had no guardian, the child would be arranged to be placed in a children's welfare home, she breathed a sigh of relief inaudibly.

The conditions in welfare homes may not be very good at this stage, but they are under the unified management of the civil affairs department, so there is some security.

Lu Miao breathed a sigh of relief and regained some energy.

Although the child is pitiful, the family still has to live its own life.

On the winter solstice, Tang Mei kneaded dough at home and made dumplings on the big table.

Lu Miao cultivates children's hands-on ability.

I set up a small table and took the children to DIY, wrapping or pinching small gold ingots.

After that, I took a break on the weekend and went to the Wangfujing store again.

The factory is closed every Sunday, an average of four days per month.

The store currently only employs Lin Xian.

No one took her shift, so she hadn't had a break since she started working.

This time, Lu Miao gave her a ten-dollar bonus and took her place on the shift, giving her two days of rest.

Lin Xian felt quite embarrassed.

I took a day off on Saturday and came to work as usual on Sunday.

She manages her monthly expenses neatly and always has a share of any new styles that are released in the store.

The key is that the boss is easy to talk to, there are bonuses, and when winter comes, there is unified heating in the area.

Not only was the job of looking after the store not tiring, Lin Xian even felt it was enjoyable.

She usually enjoys staying in the store, knowing it's a good job and wanting to maintain it, so she's even more willing to stay there.

Everything that needed to be said was said. Lin Xian still had her own ideas, so Lu Miao didn't say anything more.

During his two-day stay at the store, Lu Miao also brought a crochet hook and a ball of cashmere yarn.

I originally thought that when there were no customers, I could crochet a few stitches to kill time.

It turned out to be completely overthinking.

I haven't been here for a while, and there's a lot of money accumulated in the cashier drawer of the store. There are six large ten-yuan bills, and the rest are short-term bills.

Just counting the cents and dimes, Lu Miao spent the whole day counting intermittently.

The formal accounting process began the next day, Sunday.

After calculating the store’s accounts for this period, I went back and calculated the total accounts for the past few months.

Before the busy graduation exams at Peking University, Lu Miao took a large bag of money to the bank to exchange it for bills.

Afterwards, I stopped by Tiejiangying Primary School and asked Gu Ying to come to my house for dinner in the evening.

It just happens to be the dividend for this period.

From mid-August to the end of December, the time is calculated as five months, with thirty days in each month.

The average daily income is 17.5 yuan.

Gu Ying bought a share of the store and received a share of both the store's income and expenses.

After deducting various cost expenditures, Gu Ying finally got 201.5 yuan.

Gu Ying did not participate in the factory yard, so Lu Miao kept the account book alone.

The profit from supplying Heipi Laosi and Chen Xiangdong is just enough to cover the expenses over there.

That side is a separate code, let’s not talk about it for now.

For example, when Gu Ying received the money, she was completely dazed:

"The shop has only been open for five months, and you've already made back most of your money?"

Gu Ying couldn't believe it.

Not to mention Gu Ying.

Lu Miao had just settled the accounts a few days ago, and his family was shocked when they heard about it.

Originally, she thought it was a small business, earning 20 or 30 yuan a month after deducting costs, as long as she didn't lose money and her efforts were not in vain.

Who knew she really had the ability to make hundreds of dollars a month?