"In the past, did the caravan of Yang Zhuobu settle in Honghe Town?"

"I often settle down in Honghe Town, and sometimes, I transport goods directly from Honghe to Kangding."

"Since he used to be the leader of the caravan, there must be many people who know him."

The old man's mind was very clear: "You can go to the warehouse, the wharf, and the tea house to inquire about it. More than forty years have passed, I wonder how he is doing now? Even if he doesn't do this business anymore, he should be able to inquire about some information. ”

The information provided by Liu Li is very important, according to the two special marks on "Wang Hongbao", it should be able to determine whether he is Wang Hongbao or not, based on this consideration, Liu Dayu does not plan to contact Wang Hongbao's mother for the time being, an ignorant decision to cut off the life of a son, and see that he will lose the life of a son, which makes the old man embarrassed!

The mission of the comrades is to punish the evil and promote the good, and eliminate the evil, but for a mother, it is not the same thing, "Wang Hongbao" is also the meat that fell from her body after all!

Therefore, Liu Dayu asked Gan Yumeng to remain silent for the time being. Gan Yumeng's thoughts coincide with Liu Dayu. Because Wang Hongbao has never had children, the old man put some energy into Gan Yumeng, so Gan Yumeng has a deep affection for his grandmother.

Liu Dayu looked at his watch, the time was seven fifty o'clock, before going to bed, there were still many things that the comrades could do, Ouyang Ping and his comrades were still waiting for the news of the victory?

After Director Cao sent Liu Li away, he then led Liu Dayu and his party to the dock.

The wharf is the most lively place in Honghe Town, here and the street forms a sharp contrast, the street is deserted, but here is very busy, loading, unloading, there are many boats of all sizes parked on the bank of the river. There is a horse lantern hanging from the mast. There are many trading warehouses on the banks of the river, and the lights are on in the warehouses, and under the lights, there are some sacks and snakeskin bags neatly stacked, which are filled with tea, salt, rice, and furs, according to Director Cao. Tea and salt come from the interior, and furs come from Tibetan areas. Some of the trading warehouses also had horses tethered to them, also from Tibetan areas, and the sound of horses chewing and snorting could be heard, and the smell of horse urine and horse manure was thick in the air.

This is probably where the caravans often stay.

Someone recognized Director Cao: "Isn't this Director Cao?" He was greeted by a man of about fifty years old, wearing a fur vest on his upper body, who was coming out of a storehouse.

"You are?"

"Director Cao, you don't know me anymore, I'm Hua Chengrong from 'Shun Tea House'!"

"Come to think of it, you're the flower boss."

"Director Cao, it's so late, who are you looking for?"

"I'd like to ask a few people something."

"Who are you looking for, I'll greet you."

"Who are the bosses who have been here the longest?"

"Director Cao, what do you want to ask?"

"There's a gang leader named One-Eyed Zhuobu, and I don't know who knows him."

"So be it! I'll help you get three people to come over, and they've been here for the longest, the shortest being thirty years, and the longest being forty years. ”

"Okay, I'm sorry for you to work hard."

"What's so hard about this, the things on the lips, go, you go to my warehouse and sit down first, half a cigarette, I can call all the people."