Rebirth of the Flying Era

"How do you know?" Jiang Donglai was stunned for a moment, but without waiting for Du Fei's answer, he said to himself: "That man surnamed Wei is very capable and ruthless. If he hadn't suddenly gone bad and was caught in the cell, The Li family’s tricks have been overthrown long ago.”

Only then did Du Fei realize that he had accidentally saved the Li family and his son by reminding Chu Cheng.

If Mr. Wei's nephew was still here, Li Shengli probably wouldn't have been beaten as easily.

Du Fei did not tell Jiang Donglai about Chu Cheng.

Jiang Donglai didn't know what was going on and didn't ask.

But Du Fei was still a little strange. Since the Zhang family was so extraordinary, why did they insist on asking for 200 yuan from the Li family in the first place?

Jiang Donglai chuckled and said: "Actually, the root of this matter still lies with that little bitch Zhang Yun..."

It turned out that Zhang Yun was not good at herself, and her father had long wanted to marry her off to save his worries.

But Zhang Yun didn't like Li Shengli at all and privately asked for two hundred yuan. The Zhang family didn't know about it at first.

When I found out later, it was a big fuss.

Through Jiang Donglai's explanation, Du Fei finally understood the ins and outs of many things that had happened since the Li family wanted to sell their house.

Du Fei thought for a while and asked: "Uncle Jiang, you are Lao Jianghu, what do you think we should do next?"

Jiang Donglai had already prepared: "Now, the Li family can let it go. They can do whatever they want, and it will help us attract the attention of the Zhang family. I plan to arrest Zhang Qiwen first for fighting with people in the factory. He has a tattoo on his body." There are a lot of things, including shooting for speculation, rape and wounding."

Du Fei sneered and said: "This old Zhang family is really stubborn! But according to you, this guy is quite difficult to catch?"

Jiang Donglai said helplessly: "A few days ago, not long after the accident with the surname Wei, he hid. There were only three of us, so we could only stare at his house and wait for him to come out on his own."

Du Fei frowned, no wonder Jiang Donglai had not made any move for several days. It turned out that he was waiting for something to happen!

But there is no way to continue like this. What if Zhang Qiwen goes directly to other places...

Just as Du Fei was thinking about it, a sudden idea flashed in his mind, and he remembered that he and Lei Laoliu went to Wei Duzi's house that day, and happened to meet Mr. Wei and a young man in his twenties.

"It can't be such a coincidence, right?" Du Fei thought to himself, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized it was possible, and immediately asked: "Uncle Jiang, what does Zhang Qiwen look like? Do you have a photo?"

"Yes!" Jiang Donglai quickly took out a black and white photo that was not very clear, but the portrait in it was larger and the facial features could be seen clearly.

Du Fei frowned when he saw it. It was not the person he saw at Wei Duzi's house that day.

This made him greatly disappointed. He thought it was a coincidence that he found Zhang Qiwen's hiding place, but he didn't expect that he just took it for granted and was happy in vain.

Jiang Dong looked at his expression and his heart sank.

Originally, Du Fei asked him for a photo, and he was still looking forward to it.

Now it seems that I have to continue to survive in the old way.

Du Fei returned the photo, still frowning and thinking unwillingly: "Who is that person if he's not Zhang Qiwen? Why are you hiding in Wei Duzi's house?"

But with the photo in front of him, Du Fei was helpless.

Now the Zhang family's father and son are one in the open and the other in the dark, and they are in a position of influencing each other.

Zhang Qiwen hid and observed the situation, leaving his father Zhang Fugui outside as bait.

Before finding Zhang Qiwen, taking rash actions will only alert the enemy.

At that time, Zhang Qiwen and the Zhang family will never think about hiding those gold and silver items.

As for Du Fei's nonsense about Lao Li's house next door, Du Fei didn't even bother to think about it.

This family is quite weird.

At first, I was forced to sell my house, and I looked like a victim.

Unexpectedly, things would turn around and he would turn from a victim to a perpetrator. Moreover, the lion opened his mouth and asked for 2,000 yuan when someone asked him for 200 yuan!

This is what is done, and there must be something hateful about poor people.

However, when thinking of the Li family, Du Fei also thought of the secret room located underneath the Li family.

Now it seems that if you want to go down and pick up those big silver bricks, you have to separate Li Shengli and his family.

Only then did Du Fei take action and lift off the roof of their house...

Du Fei came back from Jiang Donglai's house and thought about it all the way. The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became about the person from Wei Duzi's family.

It just doesn't match the photo provided by Jiang Donglai.

When we entered the courtyard, we immediately smelled the aroma of burnt meat coming out of the third uncle's house. He must have been stewed on the duck rack.

Du Fei smiled and pushed his bicycle into the courtyard. He saw Zhu Zhu sticking his butt out and washing his hair in the courtyard.

Although hot water was poured into the basin, it was such a cold day that this guy was in really good shape and was not afraid of cold or cold.

"Brother Zhuzi, you are practicing qigong with me! All three flowers are gathering at the top, and the five qi are in full swing." Du Fei pointed at the hot air coming out of Zhuzi's head and teased.

"What kind of flower, what kind of top?" Zhu Zhu looked confused and uncultured.

Du Fei still had to explain to him: "That's called three flowers gathering at the top, and five qi rising to the top! It's said that this person has practiced kung fu to the end, and puts his power on the cart - it's so powerful!"

Zhu Zhu smiled and said: "Hey, you are the only one who talks a lot of weird things."

Du Fei stopped chatting with him and was about to push the bicycle inside.

But at this moment, Bangpole ran in from outside like a gust of wind.

He wears a green cotton-padded jacket, handbags, woolen earbags, and a basket filled with vegetable leaves on his arm.

As soon as Du Fei saw what he was wearing, he knew what was going on.

Zhuzi didn't know, so he asked: "Little Bangganer, what are you doing? Why are you picking up so many rotten vegetable leaves? This is inedible!"

Banggun'er was in a good mood, his little face turned red from the cold, he smiled and called Du Fei Uncle Du, and then said to Zhu Zhu: "Silly uncle, this is for chicken feeding! My mother said, I will be responsible for picking up vegetable leaves from now on. , chop chicken and vegetables, mix feed, give me ten cents a week.”

Saying this, he ignored the pillar and ran home.

Du Fei shouted from behind: "Banggan'er, ask your mother to come to my place and buy some cotton."

"Hey~" Banggan'er responded, and people rushed into the house.

Zhuzi on the side frowned and asked: "What cotton? Xiao Du, do you want to make cotton clothes?"

Zhu Zhu didn't think too much about it. Although he missed the pretty widow a little, he was currently focused on pursuing Teacher Ran. Even though he suffered a setback from the third uncle, he didn't give up completely.

The pretty widow's level of importance naturally has to be given way to.

Du Fei said: "Hey~ Didn't I buy some old furniture two days ago? I asked Sister Qin to help me make some cushions. Come on, Brother Zhuzhu, I'll go back first."

When Du Fei returned to the backyard, he parked his bicycle, then went to the chicken coop and took out two eggs, then opened the door and entered the house.

Xiaowu was sleeping on the small platform in front of the fireplace.

Although the stove has been out for a long time, there is still a trace of warmth here.

Du Fei chuckled mischievously and ravaged the poor little Wu without restraint.