Lian Xiaomin returned to her room, lit a kerosene lamp, locked the door, and slipped into the space.
I took a shower, dried my hair, and changed into black clothes.
It's already quite cold at night in the Northeast in November.
She wore thermal pants, thermal clothes, and a thick sports jacket for easy movement, put on a baseball cap and a black mask, and left the space.
There is nothing to do at home, so why not take a walk to the street in front of the grain station early.
It was less than nine o'clock in the evening. The street lights were on, but in the bleak late autumn, there was no one on the road.
After walking for about fifteen minutes, they arrived at No. 5 Liangzhanqian Street, outside the gate of Yang Youjiang's house.
This is the last house deep in the alley. It is quiet in the midst of noise and quite secluded, worthy of being the residence of a leading cadre.
The surrounding environment is also good, and there are two stone pillars at the door.
It was quite cold outside. Lian Xiaomin flashed into the space and sat in the study, using her mental power to observe the situation in the Yang family's yard.
A two-story building.
On the first floor, there was a woman in her forties, cleaning the room with a little girl of about twelve or thirteen, and they seemed to be looking for thick clothes.
The woman scolded the child as she took the things: "Please let me save some energy. I haven't finished taking care of your elder brother yet, and I still have to find clothes for you."
"…What's wrong with having a patch on your body? Why can't you just keep wearing it? Look at other people's cotton-padded jackets that only have one patch on them. This is good clothing, and you're still picking this one."
The little girl pouted, "No, mom, you are biased. Look at my second and third brothers, who has patches on their clothes? Our family is not without the means. Not only did you not buy me new clothes, but you also made me wear patched sleeves. I won't do it!"
"That's because there are no coupons. Where did you get so many coupons? You are just a little girl who doesn't work, and you are competing with your three brothers."
"Mom, please don't lie to me. I've seen it many times. We have so much money at home, and we always hide it in the cellar in the backyard. If you don't have tickets, go to the black market to exchange them..."
The woman immediately slapped her daughter on the back.
"You keep talking nonsense! I'm telling you, if even a little bit of our family's affairs leak out, and something happens to your father, I'll make you starve to death!"
Lian Xiaomin sat at the desk in the study room and curled her lips.
I will blow them all away tonight, leaving not a single cloud.
There are only two rooms on the first floor. In addition to the little girl's room, the room next door has two single beds, where two boys sleep.
They are probably around 17 or 18, or around 20 years old. They are probably the second and third sons.
She continued to check the second floor, where there were three rooms, two of which were bedrooms and were now empty.
Only the light was on in the study room inside.
Lian Xiaomin immediately recognized the person half-leaning on the sofa. He was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. It was Yang Guocai.
I saw that he had a black eye, his glasses were gone, his face was covered with bruises, and he was only wearing a grey sweater.
I changed my pants. They were black during the day, but now they are light-colored.
Yang Guocai was smoking a cigarette and talking to his father at this time, with an indignant look on his face.
Lian Xiaomin looked carefully at the main target of tonight, Yang Youjiang, Deputy Station Chief Yang.
This man was about 46 or 47 years old, with a slicked-back hair, a big face, and a big forehead. His appearance and expression were typical of a leading cadre.
Yang Youjiang sat at the desk, also smoking, with a slight frown on his face.
"Hey kid, aren't you in pain? Why don't you go lie down?"
"Dad, look at me like this, how can I still sleep? Tell me, what should I do? If you don't care, I will report to the police tomorrow morning."
As soon as Yang Guocai finished speaking, his father slapped the table.
"Nonsense, have you grown any brains? What time is it now? It is a critical moment, we must stop and wait until Zhang Shenglin's guilt is fully established! At this time, we can't make any moves, we can't draw fire on us!"
Yang Guocai was still unwilling to accept it: "Then, Xu Aiqiu's efforts to hire someone to beat me up were in vain?"
"It's not serious. Just treat it as a waste of time. How big of a deal is this? You're just a little girl. How strong can you be? Look at how ugly you are. Compared to what happened to me, this is nothing."
"...Don't you think about it? Zhang Shenglin originally raised the question that you were the one who placed the evidence in his house and framed him!"
"...If you continue to cause conflict with Xu Aiqiu, isn't it obvious that something is wrong? You have to continue to play innocent - you are just dating a girl, and it has nothing to do with Zhang Shenglin's affairs!"
After being scolded by his father, Yang Guocai finally became dispirited.
"I understand, Dad. I'll listen to you, but my glasses are broken and I'm injured. You have to give me some compensation, right?"
"...Then the money our family earns is also due to my hard work. I did everything. I helped you to complete this matter. Otherwise, you can..."
Yang Youjiang glared at him and said, "You bastard, you can't say this to yourself, and you can't say it at home! Be careful, walls have ears. It's just money, so give it to you."
As he said this, he took out a stack of money from the drawer, about two or three hundred yuan, and put it on the table.
"I'm telling you, be alert at work. If they ask you about Zhang Shenglin again, tell them the same thing! Just say you went to his house only to visit Xiaoqiu's eldest sister!"
"…Also, just say that you fell off your bike as for the injuries on your body, and continue to show that you are sincere and serious about your relationship with Xiao Qiu."
Yang Guocai happily went over, took the money and put it in his trouser pocket.
"I understand, don't worry, Dad! No matter how difficult Fu Hai is to deal with, I can handle him. I'm fine, but you have to hide your things well... I don't think our cellar is safe."
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