Returning to the small mountain village of '86, intelligence updated daily.

Chapter 133 The Yang family grandfather and grandson were also taken away.

After hearing the whole story, a chorus of approval rose from the crowd; most people were actually quite reasonable.

Wang Er finally stopped resisting and obediently followed the two men. Seeing this, Zhang Chuan did not put the handcuffs back on.

Sun Shihai turned around, ignoring Wang Er. At the same time, he also saw Zhou Rui in the crowd, but he did not go up to talk to him, he just smiled.

Zhou Rui gave him a grateful look.

Wang Er was taken away, just as the intelligence report from this morning described; he had committed a crime and was taken away in the afternoon.

And it's currently afternoon.

Zhou Rui knew that the Yang family grandfather and grandson on the other side had probably also been captured.

He was less excited and calmer, but Zhou Yong'an and the others were different, especially his second uncle, Zhou Shijie.

He had always felt a little guilty, but thankfully the truth has now come out.

Unaware of Zhou Rui's thoughts, some of the crowd felt embarrassed and quietly went home, while only a small group came forward one after another to apologize to the Zhou family.

After replying to everyone, Zhou Rui watched Wang Er's retreating figure being led away. They weren't heading back to town, but rather towards the Yang family's house.

That's for sure. While Wang Erfan's case could be serious or minor, it's a different story for Yang Mu and his grandson. It's almost certain they'll be imprisoned for several years.

Especially Yang Mu, although his language logic is quite fluent, it doesn't mean that he is in good health.

Zhou Ruidu guessed that if Yang Mu were really sentenced to several years, it was very likely that he would die in prison.

But who made them do these things?

That old man Yang Mu is extremely sexist, and considering the intelligence he received this morning, he must have done a lot of other things as well.

Old pervert!

After cursing under his breath, Zhou Rui and his group went home.

While it was still early, around two o'clock, the Zhou family planned to go back to the fields to do farm work and finish harvesting the grain as soon as possible so they could do whatever they needed to do.

So the group picked up their sickles and other farm tools again, with Zhou Shijie riding a tricycle and the others walking, and went to work in the wheat field.

By evening, with an extra person helping, the entire field had been harvested that day, and this field was even larger than the previous one.

After the group bundled up the harvested wheat and placed it neatly in the back of the tricycle, Zhou Shijie couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so good to have a tricycle! Otherwise, like last year, we would have had to carry it home in baskets on our backs. Now it's much easier."

Zhou Rui chimed in, saying he was the happiest, making things easier for his family—that's the true meaning of making money.

"Second Uncle, once our tea plantation makes money, let's buy some old-fashioned motorcycles! One for each of us! Hehe~"

Zhou Shijie locked the tailgate of the tricycle, got on, but didn't leave immediately. Instead, he sat on the tricycle for a while, thinking, before replying to Zhou Rui: "Nephew, although I don't know anything about tea garden management and sales, judging from Zhang Chengyun's appearance, it doesn't seem like a very easy job—are you really confident?"

After saying that, as if trying to make amends, he immediately added, "It's not that my second uncle doesn't believe you, it's just—"

""

He had half a sentence left unsaid, and didn't want to finish it, so Zhou Rui chuckled and took over the conversation.

"Don't worry, Second Uncle, I know what I'm doing."

At this moment, Zhao Qingya also said, "Uncle Shijie, I believe in Brother Rui~"

Zhao Qingya had a blind confidence in Zhou Rui. No matter what, she just believed in her Rui-gege (older brother Rui).

Seeing this, Zhou Shijie laughed and didn't press the matter further.

Zhou Guo'er covered her mouth and laughed, running and playing around with Zhou Yun who had come to play.

"Xiao Yunzi, come back quickly, we're leaving now, or we'll leave you here all alone."

Zhou Ming stood on the edge of the field and shouted loudly for his younger brother, Zhou Yun.

Although the child was bold, he didn't dare to argue with Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming was very intimidating. In the afternoon, Zhou Yun wanted to go up and flirt with Sun Shihai, but Zhou Ming stopped her.

After all, with his uncle not around, Zhou Yun couldn't be allowed to cause trouble.

The group walked leisurely along the country road home. Zhou Rui estimated that they would be able to finish harvesting all the grain in the house within the next week.

After two days of working from morning till night, the wheat in the distance is almost harvested. Next, we'll harvest rice, then corn and potatoes.

As Zhou Rui was thinking, two people caught his attention, not two beautiful young women, but two middle-aged women.

What caught his attention was their conversation.

"It seems Old Master Yang has gotten into trouble today?"

"What's going on? Who in our village dares to mess with him? He's notorious for putting on airs; I heard his ancestors were high-ranking officials in some dynasty!"

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"A high-ranking official, indeed! That damned dynasty starved countless of our compatriots to death, and now they're still acting like they belong to that era. People like that should be drowned in a pig cage!"

"Keep your voice down, what if someone hears you?"

"Who could possibly hear this? Besides, who dares to be on good terms with the Yang family these days? Everyone's just trying to hide, except for the Zhou family—"

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Just then, the two women saw the Zhou family and their group. They immediately showed awkward smiles, along with a hint of unease that was hard to express.

Because Zhou Shijie's wife is Yang Mu's granddaughter.

They were just talking badly about Yang Mu; I wonder if Zhou Shijie will be angry.

The family passed by without Zhou Shijie saying a word. Zhou Rui, who was walking behind, couldn't see his second uncle's expression, while the two women maintained awkward smiles.

Just after the group had walked a short distance away, the person who had spoken earlier let out a long sigh, lowered his voice, and kept catching his breath.

"Thank goodness, Zhou Er wasn't angry on Tuesday. I guess that makes sense. I heard that old man Yang colluded with Wang Er to smear the Zhou family. If things can't be resolved peacefully because of that, then Zhou Er's continued defense of his in-laws is a bit too much."

Just as the two were quietly chirping, Zhou Er, who had been pushing his tricycle a short distance away, suddenly stopped.

Because the road was uneven, he had just gotten off the car and was pushing it. However, the way he stopped was beyond Zhou Rui's expectations.

Zhou Rui looked at his second uncle's back with a puzzled expression.

Zhou Shijie slowly turned around and walked to the two women.

One of them thought he had angered the other person by speaking too loudly, so he quickly apologized.

But Zhou Shijie didn't blame them; he simply looked at the two and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

"It's absolutely true. Just now, when I was on my way back from cutting pig feed, I passed by Old Yang's house and saw him being taken away by two men in uniform. I also heard the neighbors saying—"

Neither woman dared to hide anything, and they told the whole story in detail.