Chapter 261 Popcorn (4)

The weather was indeed not very good. Although it was broad daylight, it was so gloomy that you couldn't even see the shadow of the sun! The weather conditions predicted by the Qintianjian gang are also very likely to snow.

Although those people who measure whether the weather is sunny, rainy or snowy are inaccurate nine times out of ten, it is indeed an indisputable fact that the weather is bad! Zhao Mengzhuo looked at the sky for a moment, thought for a while, and accepted the braised duck goods sent by Wen Mingtang, saying: "Master Wen is right, the weather is indeed not good, it is better to leave the city early! Otherwise, if there is rain or snow on the way , I’m afraid I’ll be stopped halfway and have to turn back again!”

Hearing this, Wen Mingtang nodded and smiled: "Ji Caimai said the same thing! He said he was afraid that bad weather would hinder people, but we can't let the weather hinder Mr. Zhao's enjoyment!"

Zhao Mengzhuo nodded repeatedly when he heard this, glanced at the two bamboo tubes of caramel milk tea on the side, coughed dryly, and said: "You guys are really considerate. I'll thank you for the snacks on the way. In this way... I will go ahead!"

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After midnight, the sky got darker and darker! A strong wind was blowing, and the officers walking back and forth wrapped their clothes tightly. Looking at the gloomy weather, they couldn't help but murmured: "Is it going to rain this day?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the sweeping wind seemed to be mixed with an inexplicable moisture.

Not only the officers felt this way, but also Liu Yuan. Looking at the gloomy weather, he seemed to suddenly think of something. Liu Yuan's face suddenly changed, and he turned around and walked quickly into the house.

"Lin Shaoqing, will Mr. Zhao come back because of this weather?"

Lin Feitou, who was looking at the map intently, said: "If we set out now, it is possible! But half an hour ago, Master Zhao's carriage passed the city gate in front!"

Does this mean that Mr. Zhao actually set off early? Now he is on the way, so there is no need to worry!

Liu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he was a little puzzled: "Why did Mr. Zhao set off early? In the past, Mr. Zhao was a procrastinating person who set out at noon, and most of the time he would not set off until a quarter past noon!"

"I don't know!" Lin Fei shook his head, but without taking his eyes away from the map in his hand, he said, "But when I passed the city gate, I saw Mr. Zhao sticking his head out of the carriage, holding a glass of milk in his hand. Tea, happy face!"

Liu Yuan: "..."

These days, because of the students grabbing snacks, they haven't had milk tea for several days. They didn't expect that Mr. Zhao could still drink it! It seems that most of them grabbed some snacks and happily went out early!

The people in the public kitchen are also genuine! If you have such a good relationship with them, why don't you hide a few copies for them? Eh! That's all... If some snacks can make Mr. Zhao leave early, it's not a bad thing!

"Get ready!" Lin Fei said as he put away the map in his hand, stood up and said, "It's time to close the net!"

If the weather is bad, the network can be closed in advance.

"If the nets here outside the city are closed early, we can catch up with the evening meal." Lin Fei said, "Let's go!"

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By the time Wei Fu, who stayed in Dali Temple, learned about this, Zhao Mengzhuo had already left!

Chao Ji Caimai and Wen Mingtang gave a thumbs up. Wei Fu held up the file in his hand and said with a smile, "The one in the prison is finally willing to speak. I'll go and have a meeting!"

The person in the prison that Wei Fu mentioned was the Mr. Su Er who had been complaining about injustice!

There had been no movement at all for these days, and Mr. Su Er was really upset. It was not until he finally "bribed" two jailers with the banknotes hidden in the soles of his shoes that he heard something from the jailers.

After hearing this, Mr. Su Er's face turned green. After two days of anxiety, he finally shouted that he wanted to see Mr. Wei.

Wei Fu has been waiting for this day for quite some time!

When someone like Su Er speaks on his own, it is completely different from what he is forced to say.

Sure enough, just after Wei Fu entered the prison, Mr. Su Er opened his mouth. Instead of shouting about injustice as he had done before, he simply said: "I know what Wei Sicheng wants to ask. I poisoned my foster father, Mr. Wen, to death. This so-called rich businessman." The donated family wealth was obtained by me seeking wealth and killing myself!"

Wei Fu glanced at Master Su Er who had directly confessed to him, and said calmly: "Master Wen was killed by someone else, and his work has already confirmed it! Because you were the only one present before his death, you are most likely to be the conspirator. The murderer who killed money! Even if you don’t talk about it, we can still find out!"

In response to Wei Fu's calmness, Mr. Su Er gave a bitter smile and said again: "I know you can find out, but what I want to say is another thing!"

Wei Fu raised his eyelids: "But you want to say that you are one of those gangsters who killed Mr. Wen's family?"

Going out to work may not mean that you have to change your mind and come back with success and fame. But birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups. After he becomes successful and famous, if you look at the circle he hangs in, you will know that Mr. Su Er has not changed. He has always been the young man!

Seeing that before he could say anything, Wei Fu calmly continued. Mr. Su Er's heart sank even more. He heard Wei Fu say again: "Except for the friends you made back then, what kind of friends have you made since you came back?" The so-called powerful and wealthy people, such as the owner of Linliu Village, want to enjoy themselves after death, and we are already aware of the fact that they are buried alive."

"Although Mr. Su Er is a rich man on the surface, but in the end he is just a matchmaking pawn on the surface!" Wei Fu said, "Just like Mr. Wen's adopted son back then, he is just a murderer. He's just a chess piece, doing things for those thugs!"

Mr. Su Er's face turned pale and his lips trembled: This official of Dali Temple actually knew more than he originally thought!

He opened his mouth and was about to speak when he heard Wei Fu say again: "You are not the only one who works for those murderers!" After a pause, with Mr. Su Er's increasingly ugly look on his face, Wei Fu spoke, "There once was a man named The owner of Yang’s cloth shop, yes or no?"

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These days, the little ladies who were rescued from the pit that day have been staying in the yard and not daring to run around! But after being in the yard for a long time, I felt really depressed, so I just got together and chatted about family matters.

Holding the bamboo tube milk tea in her hand and taking a sip, Mrs. Chang's wife sighed quietly and said: "My family's ancestors have been running rice and grain shops in the city for several generations, but the Yang family's is not. We know each other. It’s still because of one thing!”

"My grandfather encountered bandits on his way home from overseas to buy rice, and all his people and goods were robbed! The bandits were so fierce that they didn't count the goods. They hung my grandfather up and tried to kill him alive. Later, it was the Yang family’s grandfather who saved my grandfather!”

"Then how did the Yang family's grandfather save your grandfather?" A young lady asked curiously after hearing this, "Then the Yang family's grandfather is so skilled? Can one person fight off those bandits?"

"That's not true!" Mrs. Chang's wife shook her head when she heard this. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "I heard that the Yang family's grandfather was captured by bandits and taken into a bandit camp like my grandfather! He saw it when he ran away in the middle of the night. He released my grandfather who was hanging outside the village, and the two of them went down the mountain to escape together!"

"What happened next?" The young lady who asked out of curiosity couldn't help but ask again, "Have you reported to the official?"

"No!" Mrs. Chang's wife shook her head, with a trace of doubt flashing in her eyes, "I heard from my grandfather that the Yang family's grandfather said that those bandits were not ordinary people. Don't get involved with these people, so he didn't report to the official! "