After finishing his meal, Shi Lingheng went out the door on his own.
Meanwhile, Ai Mingyuan lay on his bed, looking utterly bewildered.
Seeing Shi Lingheng leave through the window, she disregarded the pain from her wounds, her thoughtful eyes darting around before she said, "Guoguo, come here for a moment..."
Miao Guoguo was cooking today, and first she burned the rice. Now she's busy washing the pots and pans. When she heard Ai Mingyuan call her, she happily called out, "Cousin, can you help me? I have something to do..."
Miao Yuanyuan frowned, then saw Miao Guoguo excitedly heading to find Ai Mingyuan.
She grabbed Miao Guoguo's wrist and said, "Do your own thing. I have other things to do and don't have time to help you."
After saying that, he turned and left without waiting for Miao Guoguo's reaction.
Miao Guoguo pouted, glanced at the messy kitchen, and decided to go to Ai Mingyuan's place first and clean up when she got back.
Ai Mingyuan saw Miao Guoguo, who was disheveled and smelled faint sweat from physical labor. He instinctively leaned back in annoyance and said, "Do you know what Shi Zhiqing went out to do?"
Miao Guoguo had gotten used to Ai Mingyuan asking about Shi Lingheng every now and then these days. Strangely enough, she had noticed his unusual attention.
However, she didn't ask any further questions.
"It seems they went to see the village chief, saying they need wood and need to discuss it with him..."
Ai Mingyuan hummed in agreement and waved his hand to indicate that he understood.
Miao Guoguo was reluctant to leave. Now that no one was in the house, she saw the porridge Ai Mingyuan had placed aside and her eyes lit up: "Why haven't you eaten yet? You're not feeling well right now, let me feed you..."
"How can a person not eat? People need food to live; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal..."
Ai Mingyuan was in no mood to eat. Work was going badly, and he was constantly dealing with old injuries that hadn't healed and new ones that kept appearing. His whole body was still aching terribly. The porridge he had made from the wild vegetables had all gone bad, so he just left it there untouched.
Miao Guoguo enthusiastically offered to feed him, but Ai Mingyuan waved his hand, turned his back to her, lay down, and said, "I need to rest. You have other things to do, don't worry about me..."
Now, Miao Guoguo, who was carrying the food, could only stand there awkwardly for a while before stamping her foot and leaving.
Shi Lingheng was indeed going to the village chief to discuss getting some timber, but he also took the opportunity to check on the situation at the agreed location with Zhang Desheng.
Ai Mingyuan, and even Wen Yuennan, are just insignificant people. The real opponents are the people hiding behind the scenes.
Zhang Desheng still kept the documents from this period in a hidden place. Shi Lingheng quickly finished reading them, burned them clean with fire, and then covered the ashes with soil. He seemed to be deep in thought. Sure enough, his so-called illness last time was noticed because Ai Mingyuan was not there to deliver the message in time.
The so-called disguise may deceive some people, but for those who are watching closely, it is easy to spot something amiss.
For example, he claimed to be recuperating at Ruanjiu's residence, but he never went to the hospital, which inevitably made people notice something was wrong. However, by then it was too late. They could only deduce that he had gone to Beidu, and by the time they made arrangements, they had already missed the best opportunity.
He raised an eyebrow, pressed his hand to his heart, and said, "Brother, I will definitely find out the truth about your death."
He walked away, and since it was noon, most people were resting at home. Occasionally, he would run into a few enthusiastic villagers who would greet him.
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