After saying goodbye to Uncle Li, Mu Ruanruan went directly to Mrs. Peng's house.
Uncle Li also showed him the way and said that the innermost house in the village was Old Lady Peng's house. Her house had a half-collapsed wall and a huge camphor tree in the yard.
She had been there last time, but she didn't go all the way in. It turned out that the family was Old Lady Peng.
After walking through the main road in the village that is wide enough for cars, you still have to walk half a mile along a small road that is only wide enough for one person to pass before you can reach Grandma Peng's house.
Passing by the place where garbage was burned, it was here more than a month ago that Mu Ruanruan found the brown sugar packaging bag and met Jiang He again.
Since then, so many things have happened that Mu Ruanruan has no time to think about what happened between her and Jiang He, and she has never seen him again.
However, I received money from him twice through the crack of my door. The amount was almost the same, about twenty yuan each time.
All in all, his income is much more than her salary.
He should really pay back his own money. It was the money Jiang Lan lent him when she was hospitalized for surgery.
She didn't go looking for him, and he didn't come looking for her either, so that was fine.
After she has resolved the issues that her grandmother has assigned her, and after the matters involving Li Dazhu and Li Sanqiang have been finally concluded, it will be time for her to leave here.
After passing the collapsed wall, she approached a courtyard where there was an old camphor tree that was as thick as a man's embrace. It had lush branches and leaves, and its shadow covered almost the entire courtyard.
Old Mrs. Peng was lying in the yard.
The sun changed direction, and when the shade of the tree covered her, she stood up again, slowly moved the stool to a place where the sun could reach, and continued to lie down.
The old lady was dark and thin, with a severe hunchback, which made her look even shorter and thinner.
"old lady?"
The old lady's eyesight was presbyopic and her hearing was not very good. After Mu Ruanruan called her several times, she squinted her eyes and looked over here. She looked for a long time until Mu Ruanruan came closer, and then she realized that there was a person in front of her.
When he saw someone, he didn't care who it was. He just stood up, moved a stool, slowly walked into the house, and slammed the door shut.
"Mrs. Mu, I'm Mu Ruanruan, a teacher at Shangshui Primary School. I have something I want to ask you, ma'am?"
There was no more sound in the room, let alone an echo.
The old lady expressed her displeasure to the greatest extent through silence.
Mu Ruanruan was at a loss as she couldn't knock on the door, but she didn't want to leave just like that, so she waited in the yard to see if she could find a breakthrough from Uncle Peng.
She held a big red umbrella, stood under the camphor tree in the yard, and looked at the dilapidated house in front of her.
Although it was old, it had been repaired everywhere, and most of the straw on the roof was fresh, as if it had been laid there recently.
The window was covered with newspapers, a mixture of new and old, and was tightly sealed.
Winter is coming, and Grandpa Peng and Grandpa Peng have made preparations for the winter. Under the eaves, firewood has been piled up as high as the windows.
"Xiaomei?" An old voice sounded behind her.
Mu Ruanruan knew that it was Old Master Peng who had returned. She turned around suddenly with a smile on her face: "Old Master, I'm busy."
Old Master Peng suddenly saw a young woman standing in the yard and thought it was his daughter, who also liked to hold a red umbrella.
But when he saw that it was not his daughter, the gentleness on his face disappeared instantly. Without asking who the person in front of him was, he just lowered his head, put on a stern face, knocked on the door and called his wife.
"Grandpa, I'm Mu Ruanruan, a teacher at Shangshui Primary School. I'm here to see you..."
Before he could finish his words, there was another slamming sound of the door closing.
Now both of them were in the room, and they would not come out even if Mu Ruanruan called them.
"Grandpa and Madam, I'm leaving now. I'll visit you next time."
It’s really not easy to approach.
It’s no wonder that their only son died in such a miserable way. The old couple asked for help and looked for evidence everywhere, but they were powerless.
They determined that Li Sanqiang had killed their son, but so what? They could not find any evidence.
Peng Fei is dead, but Li Sanqiang is still alive and well.
How can they swallow this?
Not interacting with the villagers is probably the only way they can protest.
Mu Ruanruan put some food on the doorstep and left helplessly.
She has been inquiring about this matter for a long time, and now she can only get information from Old Master Peng, but the couple's attitude now shows that they will not pay any attention to her.
Next time I come, it will probably be the same.
Even the village chief has been kept out for years, let alone Mu Ruanruan.
We have to think of other ways to deal with this matter.
Things were not going well, and Mu Ruanruan was feeling a little depressed, but her mind was thinking furiously. She was wondering whether she should go to the police station to visit Dai Xiaohu.
He was implicated in Liu Qing's tomb robbery and has been taken away.
Maybe we can get some clues about the Peng family's child from Dai Xiaohu.
Mu Ruanruan originally planned to go directly to find Dai Xiaohu, but halfway there, she was stopped by Liao Xiaohong, who said that they wanted to go to the town to have dinner together.
"Are you getting married to Damao?" Mu Ruanruan really couldn't imagine what kind of happy event would make her so excited that she wanted to go to town for dinner.
Liao Xiaohong blushed and lowered her head.
"Are you two really married?"
Seeing that Mu Ruanruan really believed it, Liao Xiaohong burst out laughing: "Of course not, it's not my happy event, but let's keep it secret for now, come with me first."
Liao Xiaohong pulled Mu Ruanruan and even rode Damao's bicycle.
"Can you do it? It would be embarrassing if you fall on the road." Mu Ruanruan had never sat on the back of a girl's bicycle before. She was afraid that the girl's small body, arms and legs would not be able to pull her up.
"Don't worry, I won't fall you."
The town was not far away, only an hour's walk away, but Liao Xiaohong arrived in just over ten minutes by bike.
She pedaled the bicycle so hard that it seemed like it was about to take off.
No matter how Mu Ruanruan asked along the way, she did not reveal the purpose of this meal, and her face was mysterious.
"Anyway, it's a happy occasion."
Liao Xiaohong's suspense made Mu Ruanruan anxious all the way, and her curiosity grew infinitely. She guessed many possibilities, even guessing that Li Dazhuo, Li Sanqiang and others would be sentenced.
Although Mu Ruanruan did not tell them these things explicitly, Liao Xiaohong saw through them, and Mu Ruanruan did not intend to hide it from them.
"This is something worth celebrating, but it's not worth all the trouble we're going through. Stop guessing, it's impossible."
"Okay, I'll give you a hint. It's Qi Juan's happy event."
Mu Ruanruan suddenly thought of something: "She returned to the city?"
Liao Xiaohong feigned anger: "How boring! You guessed it already."
"Is she really back in the city?"
"real."
"When are you leaving?"
"I'll leave in the afternoon and report there tomorrow morning."
This is indeed great news worth celebrating.
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