Zhang Yuanqing stole two bottles of good wine from Fu Qingyang's cabinet, passed a high-end ham from the kitchen, and then touched a box of Cuban best cigars from Lingjun's room.

——The last time I stole Fu Qingyang’s cigar, it was hard to catch Qian and keep pulling it.

Returning to his villa, asking the queen for the car keys, and setting out alone.

What he wants to do next is not suitable for leading his teammates, even Guan Ya.

Zhang Yuanqing's hometown is in the rural area in the remote suburbs of Songfu. At that time, Songhai City had not yet become the national financial capital and a top-notch metropolis.

The pride of the Songfu people is still there. When they mentioned Songhai next door, they habitually raised their chin and said:

Back then, Songhai was a small fishing village, and birds did not shit, and belonged to the countryside under our Songfu.

Now Songfu is just a district in Songhai, and it is a district far away from the bustling area.

Zhang Yuanqing drove a white car through the bustling streets, turned into the outer ring elevated road, and after half an hour, he left the city and entered the Sheling Tunnel.

Unlike the Sheling Tunnel in the Ling Realm, the actual Sheling Tunnel is clean and flat, and the xenon lamp at the top of the tunnel is snow-white and bright.

The traffic coming and going through it, without any horror and weird atmosphere.

In the slight noise of the wheels running across the asphalt road, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but think of his fear and anxiety when he first entered the spiritual realm, and for a moment he felt a little moved.

Time flies, and time passes, and now he has.

"Bah, it's only four months passed, and it's not time for me to recall the past." Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart, cut off his dispersed thoughts and concentrated on driving.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived at his father's hometown, Ji'an Village.

Oh no, it’s called Ji'an Community now.

Zhang Yuanqing hasn't been here for many years. The countryside I remember is no longer there. Brand new villas and residential buildings are rising from the ground. There are shops everywhere on the street, and there is a scene of flowers blooming.

He remembered that at that time, everyone's houses were all red brick houses facing north and south, one floor and one corridor. When there was heavy rain in summer, the corridor would be wet with rain.

After his father passed away, his mother took him back to Songhai. Within a few years, Ji'an Village was demolished.

My mother didn't ask for a house, so she exchanged it for compensation. In addition to the savings she saved from working in those years, she bought a large flat floor in Kangyang District.

Although Zhang Yuanqing did not live a second-generation house living for rent, the large flat floor in his family is now worth 40 million yuan.

While examining the unrecognizable village, Zhang Yuanqing recalled his family background. His father Zhang Zi was really the only son of the family. It is said that the second year after his grandmother gave birth to him, she suffered a serious illness and could not have children.

So my father became a rare only son at that time.

When this only son was ten years old, my grandfather died of a crazy plowing ox when he was working with the production team.

Grandma took on the family livelihood alone, and before her father became an adult, she became ill and died of illness.

So Zhang Yuanqing has no uncles or aunts.

My grandfather's generation had several brothers and sisters, but they either married far away and cut off contact, or they went abroad because of the turmoil that year and basically no longer contacted them.

The one that Zhang Yuanqing could find was the closest lineage of his father, Uncle Zhang Zizhen, who is his great-grandfather's younger brother.

He parked his car on the side of the road, followed his childhood memories and returned to the "village" he lived in. He caught a gray-haired and leisurely aunt on the bustling roadside, and asked in Songfu dialect:

"Where is Zhang Guojun living now?"

"Zhang Guojun" Aunt was stunned for several seconds, but she didn't react for a while, "I don't know you."

"You are from Ji'an Village, why don't you know Zhang Guojun, it's your father's generation." After all, the age is too long, Zhang Yuanqing reminded him.

The aunt then realized that there was such an elder in the village who looked at the young young man in front of her in surprise:

"You're looking for him? He's been dead for many years."

"I am his relative, he is my father's uncle." Zhang Yuanqing explained.

It turned out that it was my own aunt who suddenly felt intimate, pointed behind her and said:

"His son lives in Building 18, 207, 208, 209, and is also their home, but he rented it out in 207, 208, 209. Alas, his son also died of cancer a few years ago, so you have to go to his grandson."

After saying that, the aunt tentatively said, "What is your dad?"

"My dad Zhang Zizhen."

The aunt said with a hard "oh" and said in a tone of gritting teeth:

"I am Zhang Zizhen's son, I think about it. I remember, didn't your mother take you to remarry?"

"I didn't remarry, my mother took me back to her parents' home." Zhang Yuanqing said in his heart that although he didn't remember, the aunt was from the same village as me back then, so he happened to ask about his father, and said:

"Do you still remember my dad?"

"Who doesn't remember that little liar? He said that he was the reincarnation of Emperor Ziwei, and fortune tellers in the village cheated money." The aunt began to grit her teeth again:

"I lied to me back then that my family's feng shui was not good and there were evil evils, so my old friend's toes hurt. It was because the ghost hugged his feet and needed to use his boy's urine to water for 79 days, two cents a day.

"Later, I couldn't bear the pain. I went to the hospital to see it and found out that it was gout. The little red man made my wife smell like urine every day. He had deceived everyone in the village."

Some people die but still live in the hearts of others. They always get angry when they think of it.

All have passed, so let the past disperse with the wind. Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly said:

"Auntie, please be busy and don't bother."

Escape in a hurry.

Back to the side of the car, took out the gift I got, and went to the street to buy a bag of fruit and two cigarettes. Zhang Yuanqing found Room 207 of Building 18 along the direction pointed by the aunt.

"Ding Dong!"

He rang the doorbell.

After a while, the security door opened. Behind the door was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had a slightly fat figure and some swollen eyes. He looked at the stranger at the door and asked:

"Who are you looking for?"

Zhang Yuanqing tried hard to stare at the middle-aged man, trying to remember this face from his mind, but he had no impression of it at all.

"I am Zhang Zizhen's son, Zhang Yuanqing." He reported his identity.

"Zi Zhen's son" was obviously stunned, and then his face suddenly became excited, surprised and surprised, saying:

"You're so old? Come on, come and sit in the house, sit in the house."

Zhang Yuanqing entered the living room with a large bag of gifts, and sat down on the sofa while saying:

"Uncle, don't pour water, I'll just sit and leave."

At the same time, I introduced the gifts I brought, what whiskey worth more than 100,000 yuan, a limited edition Gao Xiba for 5,000 yuan, and a ham worth 30,000 to 40,000 yuan.

"What are you doing with such an expensive gift? How can I be embarrassed to accept it?" The middle-aged man was stunned.

"My mother made some money in real estate speculation, so let me come and see you. I will go abroad at the end of the year, and you will be able to take care of my dad's grave in the future. Let's go and see it during the Qingming Festival to save him from being lonely."

Zhang Yuanqing said lies and said nothing.

The middle-aged man reluctantly accepted it and said with emotion:

"It's good to go abroad. Now rich people want to go abroad. Oh, your mother took you back to her parents' home, and she had been away for more than ten years and never came back to see her. But it's really nothing good. Zizhen has no brothers and sisters here."

After chatting, Zhang Yuanqing realized that the uncle was named Zhang Zitao and was his father's distant cousin.

"I heard from my mother that he stayed in Taoist temples when he was a child?" Zhang Yuanqing began to inquire about his father's past.

This time he went back to his hometown, mainly to find out two things: one is the truth about his father's death, and the other is his enemy.

When Zhang Zitao heard this, he fell into memories and nodded and said:

"I'm staying there. Life was very difficult at that time. Uncle left early. Zizhen was weak when she was a child. She was afraid that her milk would not be able to support him, so she sent him to the Taoist temple. At that time, there was a Taoist temple near the village, which I remember called Xiaoyao Temple.

"The Taoist priests inside specially handle funerals for the village, and they are also barefoot doctors."

Xiaoyao View? I seem to know the origin of the "Xiaoyao" organization. Zhang Yuanqing entered the topic and asked:

"My mother said that after my father was in a car accident, it was buried by Uncle Tai. Where did he have an accident?"

Since my father could not die in a car accident, there was no such thing as being hit, and there would definitely be no place for the crime. As the burialist, Uncle Tai at least knew how Zhang Zizhen died.

Zhang Zitao shook his head: "I was working outside at that time, and I didn't know much. I remember my dad said that your grandfather was called by your mom. After he came back, he notified his family to hold a funeral for Zizhen and said that he had a car accident."

As expected, I said that it was impossible to have a car accident and could kill the peak master's car. At least it was a demigod-level car, Zhang Yuanqing, who was answered by a question in his heart.

When he discovered that his father met the zoo weapon spirit, he suspected that his father had died in a car accident.

The news has been summarized in the past few days, and I learned that the Xiaoyao Organization existed, I even more disbelief.

Now that the grandfather has passed away, I have to find my mother who is far away from home to know the true cause of her father's death. But if the palace master said the truth, then my mother may not know the true cause of her father's death.

I just have a premonition and mentally prepared for his death.

"On the way I came, I met an aunt. He said that my dad used to deceive people in the village. He must have many enemies. Where did he work in the past?" Zhang Yuanqing asked about the past in a joking tone.

This is the second purpose of coming here today.

"Enemesis? He used to be quite good at lying people, but it was all about his childhood. Everyone also felt sorry for his life experience. He cheated him and treated him as a food. Where did the enemy come from?" Zhang Zitao waved his hand and said:

"After he got married to your mother, he became steady and never deceived anyone. I can't remember it clearly when working, but he often was not at home and could not find anyone in every few days. I also advised her to take care of her wife tightly, so how could she always keep her at home alone? Your mother was very beautiful when she was young."

My dad is probably busy killing the master every day and leaving the dungeon. Zhang Yuanqing asked:

"Have my dad lived in the village since he got married? Have you ever taken my mom away?"
To be continued...