Spring is coming

She didn't speak like an ordinary village woman, she was very polite and organized. After Bo Qingshan asked a few more questions, he found out that Mrs. Hu's father was originally a private school teacher.

"Okay, Yunxuan, go home with your mother."

She was really short of money and couldn't afford to stay in the county town. If she waited until lunch, just a steamed bun would cost a few pennies.

"Brother, sister, grandma, Yunxuan takes leave."

The little boy made a bow in a serious manner, which made Mr. Gao feel very fond of him. It would be great if such a well-behaved child was his grandson, unlike...
She thought of Mo Song and her face turned cold.

Since the people left, they should not stay at the county government office for too long. When they turned around and passed by the reward notice board standing at the county government office, Mrs. Gao suddenly frowned: "Oh, that's not it."

"Grandma?" Mo Jingchun had a bad premonition, so he stepped forward and took a look. There was a portrait of Mo Changlin posted above.

The paper is slightly yellowed and peeling off at the edges, it must have been posted here for a while.

"This man looks so much like your father!" Mr. Gao, who didn't know how to read, marveled at the portrait.

Mo Jingchun wanted to say that he was not just like her father, but that he was her father in a serious way.

"Chun'er, look what's this man's name? What did he do?"

Several people had been stopping in front of the notice board for a long time, and the detectives were all looking over here.

These detectives were all sharp-eyed. Gao and Mo Yuanlin were mother and son. Needless to say, they were very similar. They would definitely be recognized when they were put together. Mo Jingchun quickly pulled Gao away.

Until she got on the return carriage, Mrs. Gao was still wondering why Chun'er was in such a hurry.

"Grandma," Mo Jingchun felt that he had to tell Gao about some things. Perhaps he could learn more about Mo Changlin from Gao's mouth, "You read that right, the message on the notice board That’s my dad.”

"What are you talking about? How could your father be a fugitive?"

Gao was shocked.

Bo Qingshan also echoed: "Grandma Gao, for the sake of your health, when you were ill, we never told you that the group of officials from Mojiacun were looking for your eldest son."

Gao was shocked for a long time, then looked at Mo Jingchun tremblingly: "Why?"

"We guess that dad may have offended someone, or he may have seen something that he shouldn't have seen and hid it."

Mo Jingchun whispered,

"Grandma, do you still remember? Didn't we find that my father and mother had been turned over by someone when we were keeping watch? It's very possible that the person was looking for something like that. Also, my father was noticed by the headquarters for his work at Cuihong Bank. Didn’t he say that he would pick me up to Wuling later? Grandma, do you know why it was delayed for so long? "

Mrs. Gao thought carefully for a while and suddenly said: "Yes, I remember, this is what happened."

The carriage swayed on the official road, and as Gao's face became more solemn, Bo Qingshan closed every curtain in the carriage.

Hang Sheng sat outside and talked to Uncle Wu who was driving the car, keeping an eye on his surroundings in case there was any movement. "It was the end of last year, and the Chinese New Year would be coming soon - I still remember that your father brought home big and small bags of candy, clothes, etc., to share with Mo Songqinglin and you. But my mother didn’t come back, and then he said that he was favored by the county bank headquarters and wanted to promote him to be the chief accountant and give him a monthly salary increase."

"Even though I'm a bit anxious about time, I may not be able to go home once a month in the future. I discussed that your mother can't let you go and wants to take you out."

Having said this, Mrs. Gao took a deep breath, her eyes full of doubts.

"I still remember that at that time he said that he wouldn't be able to stay at home for the New Year and would have to leave in a few days, so he gave me five taels of silver at a time. Later I put it all back in their room. I also wondered how this owner's family could be like this. What about those who are anxious? It’s obviously New Year’s Eve in a few days, so it’s not too late to have a reunion dinner and then go on the road! Your dad just said no.”

"But just a few days after he returned to town, and two days before the appointment to pick you up, he asked someone to take care of you and said there was no rush. He would not leave until after the New Year, and asked me not to tell you first."

"I had packed everything for you then, but the person who came to deliver the message didn't tell me the specific reason. Later, during the Chinese New Year, the couple came back. I looked much thinner than a few days ago and didn't smile much. The next time we meet is before and after they come to pick you up."

Gao couldn't speak any more.

After the funeral, Gao was so heartbroken that he ignored these things.

Now that I think about it, it is indeed a bit strange.

There is someone who has booked a carriage and a horse, packed up his things and then suddenly stopped leaving. When he comes back, he seems to be a completely different person, silent and taciturn.

Gao was frightened after thinking about it carefully, and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Bo, why do you think the county government is offering a reward to Chang Lin? My boss has been doing his duty since he was a child. He rarely even kills chickens, let alone murders and arson."

"Grandma, don't worry. Uncle Changlin is neither murdering nor setting fire. Moreover, Chun'er and I now suspect that the few officers who came back to the village last time were pretending."

"Those officers said they were catching thieves, but they were secretly unable to produce documents. Although I checked his official seal, it was only then that I discovered that even their official seals were fake! I once sent people to secretly investigate The officers in the yamen found that there was only one agent named Hu, who was the husband-in-law of Mrs. Hu just now, and the appearance and character of the fake guy from the village were not comparable to Mrs. Hu's husband-in-law."

Bo Qingshan’s eyes were sharp,
"Mrs. Hu's husband is missing today. I suspect that they assassinated the real Agent Hu, took away his official seal, and came to the village as an excuse to search. In fact, Uncle Chang Lin is not a thief at all."

"Of course not!" Gao said hurriedly.

"But there is a portrait and notice of Uncle Chang Lin posted on the door of the county government office. I don't know if there is someone in the county government who is colluding with the people behind the scenes. But at least it is not the entire county government. Otherwise, why would they come to the village to search the village as Agent Hu? ? You can be fair and aboveboard."

"Then! Is it possible that Yingying is at Master Diao's house?" Mrs. Gao suddenly thought of Lu Ying and felt a little nervous.

"No, don't worry. Lu Ying doesn't have a long-term contract, and she's just a maid next to the lady in the house, so the chief clerk has no time to pay attention to her."

Mrs. Gao breathed a sigh of relief, but still murmured: "How could Chang Lin be a thief? It's impossible."

She suddenly remembered something: "Last year during the Chinese New Year - the couple said that they would rarely go home again and wanted to go up to the mountain to pay homage to his father and grandparents. I didn't go with him. When they came down, the two of them were more attractive than the previous days. It’s much looser.”

Although it seemed like a normal piece of information, Mo Jingchun suddenly thought: Could her father have hidden the fatal thing in the grave bag?
She was a little unbelievable. If this was true, she really couldn't find it. She could only say that her father's mind was too flexible.

"Grandma, please relax, I think things will eventually come to light."

She comforted Mrs. Gao and had already made up her mind to sneak up the mountain to take a look while no one was paying attention.