Chen Changyuan nodded slightly. Although there was no extra expression on his face, the gleam in his eyes revealed a sense of trust.
He reached out and took the breakfast handed to him by An Caicai, and whispered, "Eat something first, don't starve yourself."
Although there was concern in the words, there was also a hint of unintentional distance.
An Caicai looked at him, her lips curled up slightly: "I know, then you should remember to eat something. No matter how busy you are, your health is the capital of the revolution."
She patted Chen Changyuan's shoulder jokingly, then walked towards the phone used for communication, her movements quick but not hurried.
After An Caicai left, Chen Changyuan turned his gaze to the medicine field, and an indescribable sense of oppression began to spread in his heart.
He slowly put down the broken pipe in his hand and kicked a pool of mud and sand next to it. The doubts in his heart became clearer.
"Deliberate sabotage..."
He murmured softly, then turned and walked towards Lao Yuantou's house.
Although the interpersonal relationships in Qingshui Village are complicated, only Lao Yuantou has always been honest with him and is a reliable person to inquire about.
He had to make sure whether anyone had noticed anything that happened in the village last night, even if it was just a tiny clue.
Walking through the alley at the entrance of the village, Chen Changyuan knocked on the wooden door of Lao Yuantou.
A familiar smell of fireworks wafted towards me. Old Yuantou was sitting in the yard smoking a pipe. Seeing Chen Changyuan, a warm smile appeared on his face. "Hey, Changyuan, why did you come to see me so early in the morning? What's going on?"
Chen Changyuan got straight to the point: "Old Yuan, the irrigation pipe in my medicinal field was smashed. Did anyone in the village hear any unusual noises last night? Or see anyone go into the back mountain?"
Hearing this, the old man frowned, put his pipe aside, and began to recall: "Last night, I went to bed early and didn't pay much attention. But twice I heard what sounded like someone walking on the path next to my cowshed. The footsteps were very light, and there was a hint of mud. This is a bit strange."
"The path next to the cowshed?"
Chen Changyuan's eyes darkened and he quickly locked onto the direction.
This road leads to Zhou Dazhu's house, and the wind and sand were damp last night. As Lao Yuantou said, the footprints should be stained with mud.
Not far away, An Caicai had ended her phone call and walked quickly towards Chen Changyuan.
"Chang Chen Chang Yuan, I've got some clues. A friend said he saw an unfamiliar bicycle on the path leading out of the village last night, with two large cloth bags tied to the back. From the description, it looked like someone had come to the village on purpose, either to escape or bring tools."
When Chen Changyuan heard this, his brows furrowed even more.
He exchanged a glance with Old Yuantou, and realized that the chain of suspicion was becoming increasingly clear.
Bicycles, broken pipes, footsteps...
These clues seem to point to a more complex conspiracy.
He calmly said to An Caicai, "We can't alert them. Once the medicinal fields are restored, we'll wait and see what happens. They won't give up easily; they're just treating this as a test."
An Caicai nodded, a look of determination in her eyes: "Do you want me to guard the medicinal fields at night? I can bring a flashlight, and if someone comes to attack again, we can catch them in the act immediately."
Chen Changyuan shook his head, his eyes remaining steady. "No rush. If it's really Zhou Dazhu and Lin Xiaoya, they won't fail to do something stupid again. They'll think we've overlooked this, and they'll definitely reveal a bigger flaw next time. I'll rely on the daytime workers to speed up the restoration of the medicinal fields. During this time, keep an eye on the movements outside the village, especially strangers and bicycles."
An Caicai gave a meaningful smile: "I won't have to do anything then. It will all depend on how you teach them a lesson."
Chen Changyuan did not answer, but just looked into the distance silently, with a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth.
The prison wolf will never retreat willingly. He is just waiting for his prey to fall into the trap that has been set long ago.
At the same time, a fierce and violent spirit was secretly surging in his body.
Returning to the vicinity of the medicinal field, he observed secretly again.
Suddenly, his eyes stopped at the fence near Zhou Dazhu's house, where a seemingly inconspicuous piece of cloth was stuck in a corner of the fence.
The soil was dry and the cloth was rough. He squatted down and carefully examined the mud on the cloth. The color was exactly the same as the muddy water in the medicine field.
Chen Changyuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with a cold light in his eyes, and carefully put away the evidence.
He understood that the action at this moment needed to be extremely secretive, and this piece of cloth was the first door leading to the mastermind behind the scenes.
As night fell, Qingshui Village gradually returned to calm. The medicinal fields had been busy all day and the pipelines had been basically repaired.
Chen Changyuan and An Caicai gathered all the clues in the house. He said calmly, "Don't move for now. As I said before, continue building the medicinal material base. We'll set up bait and wait for them to come over on their own."
An Caicai leaned back in her chair and chuckled softly, "Will there be any good shows in the back hills tonight?"
"meeting."
Chen Changyuan answered firmly, but the coldness in his eyes remained unchanged.
The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the dirt road of Qingshui Village. The night wind was a bit cool, gently blowing through the grass beside the medicinal field.
Chen Changyuan squatted in a bush near Zhou Dazhu's backyard, wearing an old linen cloth to conceal his figure and breath.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at the back door of Zhou Dazhu's house.
The air was filled with a faint smell of earth, mixed with the coolness of the night dew, which made him more awake.
He had been lurking here for nearly an hour, with only the chirping of insects and the barking of dogs in the distance.
Chen Changyuan's fingers gently stroked the piece of cloth he picked up from the fence. The rough touch of the cloth made the anger in his heart burn a little more.
Zhou Dazhui and Lin Xiaoya, do this pair of dogs really think they can hide the truth?
Chen Changyuan is not the kind of person who would swallow the bitter fruit of betrayal in his previous life and scheming in this life.
Just then, there was a slight noise from the back door.
Chen Changyuan held his breath and leaned forward slightly, only to see a black shadow slipping out from the backyard of Zhou Dazhu's house.
The man was tall and thin, carrying a shovel on his shoulder and a cloth bag in his hand. He walked as lightly as a cat, obviously not wanting to alarm anyone.
In the moonlight, a familiar face flashed by - it was Zhou Dazhui.
Chen Changyuan curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He did not act in a hurry, but followed quietly, like a stalking leopard, with steady and silent steps.
Zhou Dazhu was apparently oblivious to the presence behind him and headed straight for the medicinal fields, cursing under his breath, "That kid Chen Changyuan, did he really think he could turn things around by fixing a broken pipe? Humph, tonight I'll show you what it means to draw water with a bamboo basket!"
When Chen Changyuan heard these words, he became even angrier in his heart, but his face became calmer.
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