After Lin Fugui finished speaking in a panic, he looked again and saw that the people coming out of the kitchen were all police officers.
They immediately handcuffed him.
Lin Fugui stared at the handcuffs on his wrists and sat down on the ground.
Song Lian took Lin Fugui away and sent people to Yuquan Village to arrest Zhou Xiuying.
Pan Yong released Lin Youfu.
His lower body was wet and reeked of urine.
He stood there blankly, his legs wobbling, completely bewildered.
"You, you all..." Lin Youfu stammered, not daring to look at Fu Qiming, and turned to Lin Qingyou, "Brother, eldest brother, it was our parents who raised you, how could you do this? They, they are all over sixty years old."
Lin Chuan chimed in, "That's right, he's over sixty years old, and nothing good has happened to him in the last forty years."
After saying that, Lin Chuan pushed Lin Youfu out the door.
A cold wind was blowing, and Lin Youfu was shivering from the cold, but Lin Chuan had already locked the door from the inside, and he couldn't open it at all.
He's anxious to get back to Yuquan Village now, wondering what will happen to his mother.
Lin Youfu shrank his neck, put his hands in his sleeves, and walked home.
In no time, my crotch froze solid.
In the noodle shop, Lin Chuan poured water and thoroughly cleaned the floor, which improved the smell in the room.
Fu Qiming stood up and patted Lin Qingyou on the shoulder. "Your mother and I named you Fu Tongzhou back then. Do you want to change your name back?"
Lin Qingyou didn't hesitate at all, "Change it."
Fu Qiming smiled and said, "Good, good son. Your mother and I will be returning to Kyoto in a couple of days. When are you planning to go?"
Their son has been found, but the family still has their own lives to live.
Fu Qiming and Shen Jinshu wanted to make it up to him, but they didn't want to disrupt his life too much.
Lin Qingyou was a little nervous about going to Kyoto.
In the past few days, he learned that Fu Qiming also had an older brother, which meant that he also had an elderly uncle.
My uncle's children and grandchildren are all in Kyoto.
Lin Qingyou looked at Lin Chuan and said, "Dad, we'll probably be a little late. Da Chuan still has some business to finish."
Fu Qiming nodded. "Alright, the New Year is almost here. You two go ahead and get busy. Once you're done with this period, you and Yumei can go to Kyoto first. The younger generation can come after the New Year too."
To put it bluntly, Fu Qiming and Shen Jinshu wanted to spend the New Year with Lin Qingyou.
In Yuquan Village, the police from Wangshan County went straight to Lin Youfu's house.
Several people simply carried Zhou Xiuying, who was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), away.
Wu Chunhua looked at Lin Youfu, who was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) with his head covered.
"Weren't you going to collect money? Why are there so many police officers here?"
Lin Youfu leaned against the wall. "That Fu Qiming, the one with the gun, just pinned me down right there."
As he spoke, he began to gesture, "That gun was pressed against my head, right here, I almost died right there!"
Wu Chunhua was shocked. "Then...and then what?"
"Then the county police took Dad away, saying he had committed a crime." Lin Youfu blew on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), "Damn it, it's all over, everything's over, no money, nothing, and Dad and Mom were arrested too."
Wu Chunhua took two steps back. "Is that Fu Qiming that capable?"
"We can't mess with them, or we won't even know how we died!" Lin Youfu was still feeling lingering fear; he really felt like he had almost died.
Wu Chunhua quickly calmed down.
In her opinion, it was good that Lin Fugui and Zhou Xiuying were arrested; they were old and did nothing but eat.
That way, she won't have to serve me!
But she couldn't say.
*
Lin Chuan's noodle shop was open as usual at noon, bustling with activity.
Lin Qingyou took Fu Qiming and Shen Jinshu to Changling Village to see Lin Yan.
Lin Yan was unaware of what had happened at her family home.
Knowing they had such a granddaughter, Fu Qiming and Shen Jinshu naturally wanted to visit her before returning to Kyoto.
Lin Chuan did not stay in Wangshan County for long. Before Fu Qiming and the others left, he returned to Xuancheng.
He didn't go back by himself; Zheng Yumei and Lin Wei went with him.
After all, the first batch of meat is about to enter the factory, and having one more person will save a lot of time.
Lin Ping is perfectly fine working at the noodle shop by himself now, especially since there are two more capable waiters there.
This was Lin Wei's first time in Xuancheng, and he felt that there was nothing to see.
When he arrived at the factory, he was truly shocked.
"Da Chuan, you really are him." He gave Lin Chuan a thumbs up.
Lin Chuan put his arm on Lin Wei's shoulder and said, "Forget about this and that, when it comes to work, there's only one word: tiring."
Lin Wei didn't care. He laughed and said, "What's tiring? Why don't you say there's money to be made? Let me tell you, as long as there's money to be made, I really don't feel tired. I'm full of energy!"
After Lin Chuan returned, the first batch of meat arrived at the factory early the next morning.
Sun Xiangdong and Zhang Xianglong put down their shop renovation work and rushed over to clean up the meat.
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.
They were incredibly busy yet organized.
All ten large pots were set up, and the aroma of braised meat filled the air.
A week later, the second batch of meat arrived at the factory, and Lin Chuan and his team were busy again.
While Lin Chuan and the others were busy, Fu Qiming and Shen Jinshu had already returned to Kyoto.
The once quiet courtyard house suddenly became lively with the return of Fu Qiming and Shen Jinshu.
Fu Qiming's elder brother, Fu Qifeng, is already 76 years old this year.
He walked in, his hair completely white, leaning on a cane, his steps unsteady.
Behind him were his son and daughter.
The son's name is Fu Zhenghui, and he is fifty-two years old this year. The daughter's name is Fu Jiayuan, and she is also fifty years old.
"Second Uncle, my dad heard that you and Second Aunt were back, so he rushed over to see you," Fu Zhenghui said as he helped Fu Qifeng sit down.
Fu Qiming laughed and said, "Brother, I've finally found my son. All those years of searching with Jinshu haven't been in vain."
Fu Qifeng naturally knew that his younger brother had been searching for this child for forty-five years. "Where's Tongzhou? Didn't you bring him back?"
“They still have some things to do. Tongzhou and his wife will arrive before the New Year. Then I can change his name,” Fu Qiming said.
After hearing this, Fu Zhenghui asked, "Second Uncle, I heard that Tongzhou and the others live in a small village? And they haven't gone to school?"
“Yes, we’ve let them down over the years. Tongzhou has a daughter and three sons. All four of them are married now, and I think they’re all doing well.” Fu Qiming didn’t care at all about growing up in the countryside or whether they had received an education.
He thought Lin Qingyou's family, as well as Lin Chuan and the others, were all very good to him.
Fu Zhenghui sneered inwardly, and he and Fu Jiayuan exchanged a glance.
Disdain flashed in both of their eyes.
The son they found after forty-five years turned out to be nothing more than a country bumpkin.
They don't think that changing their surname makes them truly people of Kyoto.
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