Captain Han racked his brains, and the only thing he could think of was this.
"Very likely."
Chen Yan was silent for a moment, then continued to ask, "Who are the people who have come to the Grass Flower Brigade in recent years?"
Captain Han frowned and thought for a long time before he spoke, "Painter Cao!"
"Painter Cao? Is that the Cao Gang who never worked in the fields and made a living by selling paintings?"
Li Sigou blurted out in surprise.
Cao Gang is Li Sigou's neighbor. He is kind, gentle and well-mannered.
He wears a white shirt and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses all day long, and greets everyone he meets.
More importantly, he is very generous.
He went to the city to sell paintings every once in a while, and used the money from the sales to buy food, so his living conditions improved a lot.
Everyone in the team, regardless of gender, age or status, liked him and envied him.
Who wouldn’t be envious of being able to make money just by using an animation brush?
At this point, Li Sigou seemed to recall a detail:
"Once, painter Cao came back from a field trip and said he had cut his hand. He came to my house to borrow some wine and said he wanted to disinfect his hand.
I didn't care, thinking we were all from the same village, so I poured him a small bottle.
At that time, I even took a look at the wound on Painter Cao's palm, thinking that if the wound was deep, I would take him to a barefoot doctor to bandage it.
As a result, we saw calluses all over his hands. It is normal for painters to have calluses when holding a paintbrush.
But his calluses were in exactly the same position as the ones that Brother Shen had gotten from using a gun.
I was a little suspicious at the time, but I didn't ask any more questions. As time went by, I forgot about it.
Now that I think about it, there's something a little weird about this painter Cao!
After the words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
Why would a painter, a painter who makes a living by selling paintings, live in Caohua Brigade for a long time?
According to him, he likes the blue sky and clear water scenery here, which can inspire his creative inspiration.
And using the excuse of painting the scenery as an excuse, I can indeed run all over the mountains and fields.
Doesn’t this coincide with the treasure rumor?
"Uncle Sigou, I want to roast bird eggs..."
Xiang Feng and Xiang Hao saw that the adults looked serious, so they didn't dare to say that they were hungry. They just secretly tugged at the corner of Li Sigou's clothes.
Li Sigou patted their heads and looked at Chen Yan who was silent.
He led the two little brothers out and built a fire in the yard to roast the bird eggs.
"What's delicious to cook?"
Han Dashuan parked the tractor and strode into the brigade headquarters yard.
"Uncle Han, we got a lot of bird eggs and are going to roast them."
"Aren't you going to eat lunch? It's already noon."
Han Dashuan asked in surprise.
"Shh, keep your voice down, they're discussing something inside, go in quickly."
Li Sigou winked at Han Dashuan.
Han Dashuan understood that something big must have happened during the time he was away.
"Captain, this matter must be kept confidential. It's best to put Painter Cao on the radar from now on. Is he really selling paintings every time he comes into the city? He must have accomplices."
Gu Keqing glanced at Han Dashuan who came in and spoke in a low voice.
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