On the way to Huang Banxian's house, Yang Qiaoqiao asked Lin Xiaohui if Huang Banxian was anything special.
She always felt something was strange. Last time, when they were investigating the murderer who killed Yang Minghui, Huang Banxian provided a crucial clue.
The successful capture of Qin Haiyang, the murderer, was largely thanks to Huang Banxian.
Although they first met Huang Banxian because he took money from Jiang Yongxian to deceive Lin Xiaohui, it seems that he always helps them in crucial moments.
Lin Xiaohui thought for a moment and said seriously, "Huang Banxian does have some skills. A few years ago, during the campaign to destroy the Four Olds, people like him who promoted feudal superstition were all overthrown."
Although he suffered some pain, he was not seriously injured.
That was because, during the early stages of the campaign to destroy the Four Olds, he foresaw a natural disaster—a hailstorm—and, disregarding his own safety, reminded everyone to harvest the rice ahead of schedule, thus saving most of their harvest.
Everyone remembered his kindness, so when they criticized him, they were more lenient. When he wasn't being criticized, people would secretly help him out. Therefore, his life was always better than others who practiced feudal superstition.
Lin Xiaohui's words only indicate that Huang Banxian might be able to read the weather, but it doesn't show any metaphysical abilities.
But Yang Qiaoqiao always felt that he was not simple.
She asked someone to check these past two days. Huang Banxian has never left Yun County in his entire life. How could he know about a KTV in the provincial capital, the people in the KTV, and even give her the exact address and name?
"Drink today, for tomorrow we may die..."
When Yang Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaohui arrived at Huang Banxian's house, Huang Banxian was lying in the yard, staggering and drinking from his military water bottle.
Although he was still muttering something, he was already unconscious.
Yang Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaohui are both women, so it's not easy for them to mess with him.
She gave Huang Banxian's neighbor two yuan and asked the neighbor's male neighbor to help Huang Banxian to bed and take care of him.
She and Lin Xiaohui waited in the courtyard for Huang Banxian to wake up.
Huang Banxian's courtyard was almost exactly the same as when she last visited.
Not to mention Huang Banxian's courtyard, even the production teams in these areas will not see much change in the next ten years or so of the country's rapid development.
Rural development will only begin once urbanization is largely complete.
It wasn't until late afternoon that Master Huang woke up.
Seeing that it was Huang Tiezhu from next door taking care of him, he scratched his head and said to Huang Tiezhu very politely, "Tiezhu, thank you for taking care of me again!"
"Uncle, don't be so polite. A woman outside gave me two yuan and asked me to look after you. She said she has something to ask you and is waiting for you outside. You should go and see her!"
As if he already knew who was looking for him, Huang Banxian waved his hand and said, "It's alright, she's just a free person, let her wait a bit!"
After saying that, he asked Huang Tiezhu to pour him a bowl of water, which he drank slowly before slipping on his shoes and coming out to see Yang Qiaoqiao.
"Girl, why aren't you picking up your man at this hour? What are you doing here?"
Yang Qiaoqiao looked at Huang Banxian and went straight to the point: "Uncle, I want to ask you, you've never left Yun County, so why can you give me an accurate address and name so that I can find a key witness that even the police haven't been able to find out?"
She was also very curious about what was in the letter that Huang Banxian asked her to give to Qin Haiyang.
She simply couldn't figure out what kind of thing could make someone like Qin Haiyang confess directly.
After all, with Qin Haiyang confessing, it's a foregone conclusion that he'll be shot.
Huang Banxian's eyes flickered with a hint of guilt, then he stroked his tiny beard with a profound and inscrutable air, saying, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed..."
Yang Qiaoqiao noticed the fleeting look in Huang Banxian's eyes.
They immediately realized that Huang Banxian's ability to help them wasn't some kind of mystical art, but purely a human effort.
It's highly likely that someone provided those clues to Huang Banxian, and Huang Banxian was just a messenger.
"Alright, Uncle, since it's inconvenient for you to tell me, I won't force you."
As she spoke, she handed a pen and notebook to Master Huang, "I'd like to ask you to write a few words for me, is that alright?"
"No problem." Huang Banxian readily took the pen and notebook from her hand. "What do you want to write?"
"Just write what you just read: 'Drink today, for tomorrow we may die.'"
"Hehe!" Upon hearing this line of poetry, Huang Banxian gave Yang Qiaoqiao a thumbs up. "Girl, you have good taste."
After saying that, he quickly wrote down the poem in his notebook.
After taking the notebook back, Yang Qiaoqiao glanced at it and then fixed her gaze on him, saying, "Uncle, the handwriting on the note with the address and name on it that you gave us is completely different from yours. It wasn't written by you."
Master Huang: "This..."
He never expected that Yang Qiaoqiao asked him to write for her so that they could compare their handwriting.
Seeing Huang Banxian's hesitant expression, Yang Qiaoqiao sighed and looked hurt. "Uncle, last time you helped us catch the murderer who harmed my father, and this time you helped me save my husband."
I am actually very grateful to you.
"And I always thought we were friends after what happened last time, I never expected you to keep such an important thing from me."
As Yang Qiaoqiao spoke, she lowered her head, rubbed her stomach, and her eyes were filled with endless hurt.
Huang Banxian had never seen her like this before, and he panicked for a moment. "Hey, girl, don't be like this..."
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