"I remember now! No wonder it sounded so familiar. Isn't that Young Master Wen Yuan's name?"

"I think his surname was Song!"

Xu Tieniu's eyes lit up, and his breathing quickened.

"Hey bro, where is this guy now?"

"Sigh, they died long ago."

Xu Tieniu was stunned. "Huh? Dead?"

"How...how did you die?"

"They were burned to death in the fire. They were burned so black that you couldn't even recognize them. Oh, how pitiful. Such a healthy person, gone just like that."

Without making a sound, Xu Tieniu took out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into the captain's arms.

"Hey bro, tell me about it!"

The captain shoved him twice, then unceremoniously stuffed the pack of cigarettes into his pocket like a precious treasure.

"Didn't I tell you last time? The Li family used to be a well-known wealthy family in our area."

“Going back further, it seems to be a branch of a large family in Xingcheng.”

"Of course, I heard all this from the older folks."

Seeing that the brigade leader was going off on a tangent, Xu Tieniu quickly brought the conversation back on track.

"Brother, are you saying that this young master Wenyuan has a connection with the Li family?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's the nephew of the Li family that I told you about before!"

"His mother is Miss Li, who has always lived with her son at her parents' house."

"In the ensuing fire, he, his mother, and the old lady and old man of the Li family all perished in the flames."

"I remember that fire. It burned for a day and a night. Everyone in the village got up to put it out, but the well where we got water was quite far away, and the wind was strong that day. It quickly set the whole house on fire."

"By the time the fire was extinguished, it was already the next morning. The ornately decorated three-courtyard house was reduced to just a frame."

"Luckily, Li's wife went back to her parents' home that day, thus escaping a disaster; otherwise, well..."