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"Sister, be careful."

After hearing Yang Xiaoman's explanation, Yang Xiaoning pursed her lips and said softly.

Only after watching her leave the room did she retreat back into her warm bed.

As soon as Yang Xiaoman stepped into the yard, she saw that the kitchen was dark, but there were sounds coming from inside.

Through the faint light of dawn, a wisp of smoke rose from the chimney on the roof.

She carefully pushed open the kitchen door. Although she moved very gently, it still startled Li Xiuyun, who turned around abruptly.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yang Xiaoman at the door.

"Oh, it's Xiaoman! Why are you awake so early? I was just about to come and wake you up."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman smiled and said, "I made an appointment with Uncle Village Head at this time yesterday, so naturally I can't keep him waiting."

Li Xiuyun nodded slightly, quickly lifted the pot lid to take a look, and saw that the room was filled with hot steam. Then she quickly said:

"The meat buns are a little undercooked. Go wash up quickly, and they should be ready to serve."

Yang Xiaoman nodded without thinking.

Because we wanted to reward her for her great contribution, and because the family had finally reunited, my mother said last night that we couldn't skimp on the meals for the next few days.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished washing up, she saw her mother carrying a basin full of meat buns that looked like a small mountain.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoman felt a little helpless. Even if she had a big appetite, she wouldn't eat so much right after waking up.

After casually pocketing two, she turned and walked out of the courtyard. "Mom, I'm going to the village entrance to wait for Uncle Village Head."

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Xiuyun was stunned, a look of worry flashing across her brows.

"Xiaoman, are you alright? Why do you have such a poor appetite?"

"Your uncle and his wife are still locked up at home. You can go to town with Yang Lizheng without worrying about anything happening at home."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaoman paused, her face showing helplessness as she raised the steamed buns she was holding in both hands and waved them, saying:

"Mom, I just woke up, I can't eat much. Just have a couple of bites to tide me over."

Li Xiuyun breathed a sigh of relief and then nodded.

She reluctantly stopped at the gate of the courtyard, watching her daughter's receding figure.

Not long after, Yang Xiaoman had just reached the village entrance and finished eating the two large meat buns she had brought when she saw Yang Cong'an walking briskly towards her, panting heavily.

She took out a handkerchief from her bosom and wiped her hands, then looked over in surprise.

"Uncle Village Head".

Yang Cong'an was somewhat surprised and exclaimed in astonishment:

"You're here so early?"

He still got up early, and before he even had time to eat breakfast, he rushed to the village entrance.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaoman beat him to it.

Seeing his surprised reaction, she smiled faintly and said:

"Uncle Village Head, I just arrived too."

Yang Cong'an breathed a sigh of relief, then subconsciously touched his stomach and laughed:

"It's a good thing I didn't have breakfast at home, otherwise it wouldn't be good if I delayed you any longer."

"Uncle Village Head didn't have breakfast?" Yang Xiaoman was slightly taken aback. "If I had known, I would have brought him two meat buns."

"Meat buns?"

Yang Cong'an's mouth opened slightly, then he shook his head with a touch of emotion.

"To be honest, I was worried about how you three would survive after Cheng Lin's death."

"I never expected you to be so capable at such a young age, not only taking on the responsibility of your family, but also living a better life than most people in the village thanks to your butchering skills."

"Only your uncle and his wife are ungrateful. Not only do they not help, but they also try to kick you when you're down."

As he finished speaking, his tone suddenly turned much colder, and his face became expressionless.

"They've made our village a mess, and everyone's living in fear!"

"When we go to town this time, we'll first look for that Taoist priest surnamed Lin, and then go to Niuchebu to ask if anyone has ever taken your uncle to Black Wind Mountain."

"Black Wind Mountain is far away. If he were to travel on foot, he would definitely not be able to make it back and forth in a day. Therefore, he must have taken a carriage in the town."

Upon hearing Yang Cong'an's analysis, Yang Xiaoman nodded in agreement, as she was struggling to find any clues to prove it.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Village Chief had already figured out where to start.

"Uncle Village Head, your method is indeed excellent."

"Black Wind Mountain is renowned far and wide. Even if a coachman dares to take him there, he will surely never forget it. We can find out by asking him."

Watching her analyze the situation so logically, Yang Cong'an smiled and nodded.

To his surprise, Yang Chenglin's seven-year-old daughter not only possessed amazing talent, becoming a butcher at such a young age, but also had an incredibly sharp mind.

How come we didn't notice this before?

As Yang Cong'an was thinking, he heard the sound of wheels rolling outside the village entrance.

He looked up and saw an oxcart slowly approaching.

He had just parked in front of the crooked tree at the entrance of the village when he led Yang Xiaoman over.

As she boarded the carriage, she subconsciously took out a coin to hand to the driver, but Yang Cong'an stopped her.

"You don't need to pay for this small amount; consider it a treat from the village head."

After saying that, he took out a copper coin and handed it over.

The driver accepted it without hesitation.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoman could only nod helplessly. After jumping onto the oxcart and getting into the carriage, she looked at Yang Cong'an and said:

"Thank you very much, Uncle Village Chief."

Yang Cong'an waved his hand with a smile, "No need to be polite. I just think that with your talent, you will definitely make a name for yourself in Shahe County in the future. Who knows, your fame might not be inferior to your father's."

"Our Yangjia Village has produced another talented person, and I, as the village head, am proud of it."

As he spoke, he sighed again:

"It's such a pity about your father. If he were still alive, with your abilities, you and your daughter would have had no trouble living a good life."

Yang Xiaoman's smile vanished abruptly.

Yang Cong'an seemed to realize what was happening and coughed lightly:

"Let's put that aside for now. Our top priority today is to find those two people."

"Otherwise, if we set a three-day deadline and still can't convict them by then, not only you, but I also won't be able to explain it to the villagers."

Just then, as dawn broke, more villagers boarded the bus one after another.

Upon seeing Yang Cong'an in the carriage, they were all secretly surprised. They quickly greeted him and then sat down properly, keeping their eyes down and their minds at ease.

Even after the carriage was full, it remained remarkably quiet.

As the oxcart slowly drove out of the village, Yang Xiaoman couldn't help but sigh. When had she ever ridden in such a quiet oxcart?

Normally, these women would start chattering incessantly as soon as they got on the bus, making it impossible for her to take a nap.

As the atmosphere grew somber, yawns began to pour in.

Yang Xiaoman leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes to rest. Before long, he could hear faint snoring.

Her lips twitched, and she glanced at it unintentionally.

Then they saw Yang Lizheng with his mouth slightly open, head tilted back, fast asleep, with what seemed like glistening tears still flowing from the corners of his mouth.

The women opposite were covering their mouths and snickering when they saw Yang Xiaoman open her eyes at some point. They were instantly shocked and sat up straight, turning their heads away with unnatural expressions.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoman pursed her lips and said nothing.

When the oxcart entered Sima Town and stopped in front of the market, she gently shook Yang Cong'an awake beside her.

"Uncle Village Head, we've arrived at our destination."