"It's okay, let's wait a little longer." She continued to stand at the exit and wait.
"Moo!" Not far away, an ox cart slowly approached this side.
Behind the old ox was pulling a cart with a lot of things piled on it.
It looked like he was going to the provincial capital for the market, but it was a bit too late for him to leave at this time.
"Wait a minute, check!" A staff member wearing a red armband stepped forward.
Only then could I see clearly that the person sitting on the ox cart was an old man in his sixties or seventies, sitting cross-legged in a white coat.
Seeing someone checking him, he calmly produced his ID: "I'm from the nearby Red Star Village. I came to the city today to attend the market."
The staff member took the certificate and looked at it: "Wang Zhengan, Hongxing Village!"
Then he looked at the ox cart again, and saw a tattered quilt cover on the cart.
I bought a lot of things, including a DHS washbasin and a kettle.
There were a lot of auspicious quilt covers with dragon and phoenix patterns and red candles scattered around.
"Oh, are you having a wedding at home?" the staff member teased subconsciously.
"Hehe!" Wang Zhengan opened his mouth, revealing his gaping teeth. "Yeah, there's a wedding going on at home!"
Jiang Manyue kept looking at the ox cart and couldn't help frowning.
"Old man, what are you putting under your quilt?" She walked over and looked at the bulge underneath.
The old man's eyes flashed with guilt: "Nothing, just two new quilts!"
Before he could finish, Jiang Manyue directly lifted the quilt.
There were actually two sets of newly made quilts underneath, and it felt like there was a person hiding underneath.
"What are you doing?" the old man frowned in dissatisfaction and asked, "Why are you still rummaging through my things?"
Jiang Manyue's heart slowly relaxed: "I'm sorry, sir, it's just a routine check!"
"Hmph!" Wang Zhengan poked her with dissatisfaction, quickly raised the whip and drove away in the ox cart.
The wheels left a deep mark on the ground, and Qin Zhenbei looked at the mark with a deep look in his eyes.
Seeing the oxcart about to leave, he actually stepped forward to stop it: "Wait a minute, you can't leave!"
"Uncle, there are other things in your car, I want to check it now!"
What's going on? Didn't we see anyone suspicious just now? Why are we still checking?
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