Lu Yuan opened it to take a look. Inside was a string of Buddhist prayer beads and a small Buddha statue, about 20 centimeters tall.
He narrowed his eyes; Zhang Yuping was truly vicious.
This isn't what they call capitalist stuff; this is something from the "Destroy the Four Olds" movement.
If these are found, coupled with what she said about reselling antiques and cultural relics, it would be even more serious than speculation and profiteering.
A single peanut is definitely not going to escape.
He put the items back into the bag and asked, "Where did you secretly put them before?"
Wen Moxue's lowered eyes flickered twice, and she casually said, "I dug a hole in the vegetable garden in the back room and buried it. I dug it up and brought it back when no one was around in the evening."
Lu Yuan praised, "Well done."
Wen Moxue proudly raised her chin, "Of course, I'm the best at hiding things."
This wasn't the first time she'd said that; she does indeed hide things.
Lu Yuan smiled and handed her the cloth bag.
"Then you can keep this there for now."
Wen Moxue took it, "Okay, don't worry, I'll hide it somewhere else later, I promise no one will find it."
The two lay down again, and Lu Yuan was thinking about a question. Where did Zhang Yuping get this thing from?
Wen Moxue was also thinking about this question, and even asked it aloud.
Lu Yuan thought for a moment and said, "It might be related to Sun Changsheng."
After all, the people from the Revolutionary Committee were summoned by someone surnamed Sun.
"How could your stepmother have teamed up with Sun Changsheng to go against us?"
Lu Yuan was also puzzled by this.
Zhang Yuping had never liked her stepson, and he knew it.
But at most, she just didn't want to take any of the family's benefits, otherwise her own son would get less. Now that they've separated, she's essentially left with nothing, so she can't interfere with her son.
Is he really just jealous of the good stuff his fake wife has?
Even so, they should have consulted his father to devise a plan to extract benefits from them, not joined forces with Sun Changsheng to put them to death.
The more Lu Yuan thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
Thinking back to the two figures he saw on the mountain that day, and the coincidence that Old Liu almost suffocated to death after the man surnamed Sun arrived at the health center, Lu Yuan slowly formed a clear idea in his mind.
It seems that the two people in the abandoned house that day really were them.
When I saw those two figures, they were the first people I thought of.
He only dispelled his doubts after hearing that the man surnamed Sun was not in the village that day and that the color of his clothes was also wrong when he met him.
It's not impossible that he drove the oxcart to the commune after he escaped.
He was the only eyewitness, and like Grandpa Liu, he was seen as a ticking time bomb. If they could take the opportunity to get rid of him, that would be the best outcome.
Thinking of this, Lu Yuan felt a little more serious.
The other party is the captain; there are still many opportunities to cause them trouble.
You can't always be on guard, and besides, there's no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days.
The only way to solve this once and for all is to crush the opponent and replace them with a new captain.
But what can we do?
How can the truth about Grandpa Niu's story be revealed?
This is a good opportunity. If it turns out that the person surnamed Sun is the murderer, his life will be over.
But now Grandpa Liu is unconscious and cannot testify, and I have no other evidence.
Sigh, we still need to find evidence.
Why are you sighing?
Wen Moxue turned her head and asked.
Hearing her ask that, Lu Yuan realized that he had unconsciously sighed just now.
He rested his head on his arm and answered truthfully.
"Grandpa Liu's injuries have worsened."
Wen Muxue exclaimed in surprise, "How could this be? Weren't you supposed to be waking up soon?"
"He was indeed about to wake up, but it seems someone took advantage of a loophole yesterday and attacked him, almost suffocating him to death. This aggravated his injuries, so he won't wake up for the time being."
Wen Moxue immediately understood. Since Grandpa Liu couldn't wake up, he couldn't identify the murderer. There were no other clues, and she didn't know when the murderer would be caught.
"Did the doctor say when she would wake up?" she asked.
"The doctors aren't sure either. They said it could be months or years, or it could be that he never wakes up."
Wen Moxue was surprised, "Has Grandpa Liu become a vegetable?"
What did you say?
Lu Yuan looked at her in astonishment, "A vegetable?"
Wen Moxue was about to explain what a vegetative state was when she suddenly realized her slip of the tongue.
It's 1969 now, and the term "vegetative state" didn't exist then. It seems that the term appeared 73 years later.
She laughed it off, "Oh, who? You misheard me, I didn't say anything."
She turned her back to him and said, "It's late, you should get some rest."
Lu Yuan did not press the matter further.
In the darkness, a pair of deep black eyes stared intently at the woman's back, as if trying to see right through her.
The next day.
Lu Yuan went to the abandoned house early in the morning.
He thought he had arrived early, but when he got there, Lu Guoan was already working with his men.
Many of the people there are skilled at building houses, so he doesn't need to worry about anything.
All you need to do is tell everyone where the house will be built, how big it will be, and how many rooms it will have.
After explaining his idea, Lu Guoan took full charge of the house renovation and made clear arrangements for everyone.
Lu Yuan himself became the most relaxed one.
Wen Moxue came to me, saying she wanted to go to the commune to send a letter home.
Lu Yuan remembered that Wang Fengnian was delivering bricks and tiles today, so he said, "If you're not in a hurry, just wait for Master Wang. He's making two trips today to deliver bricks and tiles, and you can ride his tractor both ways."
Wen Moxue's eyes lit up; riding a tractor was much faster than walking.
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