Chapter 128 Hong Hong

When this was said, even Zhou Rong, who had always presented a positive and reliable image, was shocked. After a long while, he said awkwardly: "Mr. Yin is still so humorous."

Jiang Cheng pinched his waist and said carelessly: "I just can't understand how Village Chief Qian dared to entrust such a secret matter to a stranger. Isn't he afraid of problems?"

His words opened up new ideas for everyone.

Before, everyone's topic focused on Zhao Xiangmei's identity, but Yin Zhiping took a different approach and suspected the relationship between Village Chief Qian and Zhao Xiangmei.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Indeed, trafficking in women is a serious crime punishable by a gunshot. How could they trust a stranger?

Li Lu endured the severe pain in her leg and said: "Could it be that Zhao Xiangmei's husband is from Xiaoshijian Village? So she is also half a villager."

"There is such a possibility," Zhou Rong said after thinking.

The people who can stand here are not newcomers. They have already felt that the difficulty of this mission is different from their previous experiences. A day and a night have passed, and except for the loss of a life, the plot has not made any substantial progress.

This won't work

Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes and looked out the window, then turned back and said, "It's not dark yet, I think we should split into two groups, one group will stay here and wait for food to be delivered, and the other group will go around the village."

"Will it be too dangerous?" Jiang Zhongyi swallowed his saliva and asked in a low voice.

His worry is not unreasonable. The sky in the mountains is not like the outside. It gets dark in a moment. If they don't get back before dark, who knows what will happen.

Pei Gan nodded, as if he had thought carefully, "Then I'll leave it to Mr. Yin," he raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng with great concern, "You don't have to worry about this, I'll stay and deal with them."

"Tsk," Jiang Cheng looked up and down at Pei Gan with interest. This sanctimonious old guy is comparable to Zhen Jianren in the previous book, and he is even more shameless.

"Then Mr. Pei, please be careful," Jiang Cheng responded with the same concerned look.

After determining the course of action, the next step is to divide into groups.

Li Lu had a leg injury and had to stay. Yu Man seemed to be not optimistic about the plan to go around the village, and also said frankly that she wanted to stay.

Including Pei Gan, there were already three people left.

"I'll go out and take a look," Zhou Rong nodded to Jiang Cheng first, and then announced.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Xiaomeng also chose to go to the village.

In this way, there were three people who were determined to stay and three people who went out.

Among the people who could breathe, only Jiang Zhongyi had not expressed his opinion.

In common sense, there were more people who went out to find clues than those who stayed to guard the house. Although Jiang Zhongyi also wanted to stay, he was not influential, so he wisely shut up in the end.

"I will go with you too"

Jiang Zhongyi had a bitter face, and it was clear from his expression that he was very reluctant.

But to his surprise,

"You are not needed."

After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, he left with Chen Xiaomeng and Zhou Rong without even looking at him.

Jiang Zhongyi was very excited, but he didn't want to show it too obviously, and his face turned red.

The only thing that made him uncomfortable was the look in Chen Xiaomeng's eyes when she passed by him. Her eyes were cold and strange, as if she was looking at a corpse.

Jiang Zhongyi was frightened by his own thoughts. He shook his head hurriedly. When he looked up again, several people had gone far away.

The setting sun was hanging obliquely on the top of the mountain. Walking slowly along the path in the village, smoke from cooking rose from time to time in the distance.

It seems that even if something like this happened, some people still chose to stay.

This is what is called hard to leave the hometown.

The bluestone slabs under your feet seem to separate two worlds. On one side, the door is closed or the window frame is broken, and it has been abandoned.

On the other side, although it is dilapidated, a few vegetable plots still show that there are still people living here.

Poverty is the main theme here. There is a large lack of labor. For a village that relies on fishing and hunting for survival, it is undoubtedly a disaster.

The terrain in the mountains is rugged and not suitable for large-scale grain planting.

Chen Xiaomeng seemed to see what Jiang Cheng was thinking. While looking at the vegetable plots, she sneered, "Even if the villagers can feed themselves by cultivating the land, can Zhao Xiangmei let them go?"

The reason is that Zhao Xiangmei is the disaster that the villagers cannot avoid.

The footsteps of several people were clattering, as if they were strolling aimlessly. Jiang Cheng looked left and right. Zhou Rong originally wanted to find a chance to be alone with Jiang Cheng, but he didn't expect Chen Xiaomeng to follow him out.

"Who is it?" Zhou Rong said vigilantly.

Following Zhou Rong's line of sight, a little head appeared behind the fence of the yard not far away.

It was a girl, about 6 or 7 years old, wearing light blue coarse cloth clothes, with a pair of innocent big eyes, looking at them curiously.

She probably thought she was hiding well and would not be discovered, so she was very frightened after being found by Zhou Rong.

She jumped down from the half-stepped fence, turned around, and was about to run home.

But suddenly, she stopped and stared at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng looked at her with a smile, stretched out his hand, and there was a wrinkled bun in his palm.

The girl's throat rolled up and down.

The next thing was much simpler. Jiang Cheng successfully lured the little girl out with a bun, and several people chose a shady place to sit down.

"What's your name?" Chen Xiaomeng asked with her head tilted.

"Honghong."

The girl ate the steamed bun in big mouthfuls. The bun was not small, but she managed to eat more than half of it in a few bites, and finally choked a little.

When they got closer, everyone found that the girl was thinner than she looked, and her face was an unhealthy waxy yellow.

"Do you live in that yard?"

"Yes," the girl nodded, and at the same time stretched out her tongue and licked the steamed bun crumbs in her hand very carefully.

The yard she was talking about was the one with a vegetable garden in front of the door.

"Who are the people in your family?" Zhou Rong interrupted and asked.

The girl licked her lips, feeling a little unsatisfied. A period of contact also made her bolder.

She glanced at Jiang Cheng, who was also holding a steamed bun, swallowed her saliva, stretched out her hand and said: "Give me the steamed bun in your hand, and I will tell you."

After taking the half steamed bun handed over by Jiang Cheng, the girl's eyes were shining with joy. She kept swallowing her saliva, but it seemed that she thought of something and held it back.

Finally, she carefully stuffed half of the steamed bun into her pocket.

"There's no one else in my family," the girl lowered her head, "Honghong is the only one left."

She stared at her toes while speaking, looking very pitiful, but her big eyes kept rolling in her eye sockets. Just when she felt that her acting skills were good enough to fool people, her neck tightened and her feet left the ground.

Jiang Cheng lifted the girl up in the air like a chick.

Then he reached out and took out the half steamed bun from the girl's pocket and stuffed it back into her clothes.

"Then I won't spoil you," Jiang Cheng said, "I'm not your father."