As he walked, he smiled and said, "Isn't this easy to talk to?" ”

Zhou Jianjun smiled bitterly: "That's polite to you, to me...... People ignore me. ”

"That's their loss, they don't understand grassroots work at all, they come to the grassroots to do things, but they ignore you, the village chief, it's strange that they can do it."

"Oh, if you don't say that Master Xiao Han, you are amazing, your mentality is different, you are very modest, and you are sophisticated, and you are naturally invincible in doing things, those guys are above the top one by one, even if the status is high, it is nonsense, let's take a walk, let's drink some more, you didn't drink well that day."

Drink?

Han Jingyang suddenly felt a little numb.

I really didn't know that the people of Quancheng could drink so well.

Paralyzed, the 40-degree Baotu Spring is drunk as beer.

Although it tastes good, it can't stand such a way to drink.

I didn't see the main food that day, so I rolled my eyes and barely managed to serve a hot dish.

No, you can't drink it anymore.

Those who are paralyzed are all wine Mengzi, and they can't drink it!

Han Jingyang hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, no, I have something to do today, don't drink, drink another day, drink another day." ”

Zhou Jianjun nodded regretfully: "Okay, I'll drink it another day, hey, young people don't drink much liquor nowadays, it's rare to meet someone like you who can drink, practice more, and it will definitely come in handy in the future." ”

"Okay, you must practice, you must practice."

to Zhou Jianjun's house.

Sit down.

Han Jingyang asked straight to the point: "How much do you know about Wang Jinliang's family of three?" ”

Zhou Jianjun asked rhetorically: "Who are you entrusted with?" ”

"Official, serious investigation unit, local to Quancheng, they came on the day of the incident."

"The section chief surnamed Zhang ......"

"Zhang Zhiyang."

"Yes, Section Chief Zhang, but Section Chief Zhang has already asked once, no matter how big or small, there is no shortage at all."

"It's okay, I'll listen to it again, the text version of things is very different from the feeling of dictation."

"Okay then."

Zhou Jianjun didn't ink, and began to tell about the situation of Wang Jinliang's family of three.

The two are about the same age, but the conditions of Zhou Jianjun's family are slightly better, and Wang Jinliang's family is very poor, Wang Jinliang only went to elementary school, and then, like most other young people of the same age, help the family work, engage in construction and earn work, and marry a wife and have a daughter as soon as they reach age.

Wang Jinliang's wife Liu Guihua was also quite normal before, she was the daughter of a steel mill worker, the steel mill worker died, Liu Guihua was desperate, and married Wang Jinliang.

Of course, looking at it now, Liu Guihua married Wang Jinliang definitely not casually.

Wang Jinliang's daughter Wang Wei was a beauty after she was born, she was very popular with the boys when she went to junior high school, she didn't study well, she transferred to art in high school, and walked out of a good path, but she hasn't been home much since she went to college, and the people in the village almost forgot what Wang Wei looked like, only that Wang Wei gave money to Wang Jinliang and his wife from time to time.

After listening to this, Han Jingyang felt that there was really nothing special.

Even if Wang Wei had an accident, Wang Jinliang and his wife did not react abnormally, no different from other parents who lost their daughters.

Anyway, it's just one word - normal.

Normal in every way.

Han Jingyang thought about it and shifted the topic to Wang Jinliang's father: "What's the matter with Wang Jinliang's father?" ”

"Him?"

"yes, you have an impression, right?"

Zhou Jianjun's expression was a little embarrassed: "This, I do have an impression, it's ......"

Han Jingyang asked: "What's the story?" ”

"Alas, Wang Jinliang's father is called Wang Jizong, he should still be a cultural person, he can write and paint, but he makes a living from yin and yang, he is Mr. Yin and Yang in Dongpo Village, and he can't be separated from red and white ceremonies, but you should also know about the situation fifty or sixty years ago, right? Wang Jizong was beaten very badly, almost lost his life, and did not settle down until the turmoil passed, and later picked up his old business in order to make a living, but the business was average, just to make a living, and he died in a few years, and not many people still remember him. ”

"There's a question."

"You ask."

"You told me that day that Wang Jizong borrowed six magic weapons from the village and wrote an IOU, right?"

"yes, what's the problem?"

"Ordinary people must have no problem listening to it, but people with grassroots life experience know that only the public owes individuals, and few individuals owe the public, not to mention that more than 50 years ago, Wang Jizong was a cow ghost and snake god, how could the village lend him that kind of thing?"

When Zhou Jianjun heard this question, he hesitated for a few seconds before he sighed: "Because those things were Wang Jizong's, and everyone in the village knew that they were good things, so some village cadres took advantage of the turmoil to confiscate them, but then I don't know what happened and stayed in the village committee to confiscate them, and when Wang Jizong regained his old business, he had already changed two village heads, plus Wang Jizong's special profession, he also borrowed the donkey from the slope and returned the things to him, and the old village chief at that time did not think about taking back those magic weapons." ”

Han Jingyang smiled: "Then you took it back, right?" ”

Zhou Jianjun's old face turned red: "I can't help it, I want to ask you to help, and those things are useless to leave at Wang Jinliang's house, just ...... it."

"You know in detail."

"The IOU was written by my father, who was the village accountant at the time."

"Is there any other news about Wang Jizong? Or, Wang Jizong's father. ”

Zhou Jianjun shook his head: "That's all about the older generation, I don't remember much, otherwise, you can ask the old men and old ladies in the village?" ”

Han Jingyang: "Let's go later, let's continue to talk." ”

Han Jingyang caught Zhou Jianjun and chatted for more than half an hour.

Then take Zhou Jianjun's list and chat with the old men in the village one by one.

These old men and old ladies, the oldest is one hundred and sixty, nineties and eighty, and seventy years old, adding up to more than ten, which can be regarded as a longevity village.

By the time Han Jingyang came out of the last old man's house, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

On the way back, I passed by Wang Jinliang's house, but I saw that the courtyard was still brightly lit, and the old man in the white shirt was still busy.

When the old man in the white shirt saw Han Jingyang, he showed a big smile and beckoned: "Young man, come in and sit?" ”

Go in and sit?

How does it sound a little ......

And is that a general place?

It was the scene of a vicious murder that had just occurred.

It's not a roadside teahouse.

The style of painting is very weird, right?

However, Han Jingyang still turned in without hesitation, and greeted him with the same smile: "Old man, have you found out?" ”

"What about you?" The old man in the white shirt asked rhetorically.

"No, I inquired about a bunch of old things about old grains and rotten sesame seeds, and there is nothing to do with the case."

"Tell me?"

"Okay, is there any water?"

"Yes, freshly brewed flower tea, Zhang Yiyuan's."

Han Jingyang picked up the teacup and sniffed it, it was indeed very fragrant.

Take a sip of the lower stomach, it is hot, the aroma is rich, the refreshing fragrance goes straight into the dantian from the mouth, and then sprays out from the nostrils after a circle.

The aroma is long-term, sweet and moisturizing.

Han Jingyang put down the teacup with satisfaction and told the old man in the white shirt the story of Wang Jinliang's family.