"Close the door and go back to rest." Lao Ma said weakly.
Yang Xiaobao was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"Xiaobao, this is not good. It makes us passive and wastes time." Lao Ma said.
"I know."
At this time, Yang Xiaobao was filled with anger.
He could imagine the proud faces of the two bastards Li Ming and Huang Wei.
Maybe, they are laughing at themselves on their mobile phones.
"How about you just handle your own affairs first and leave it to us?" Xiao Zhang said, "After all, this is what we have to do, and it has nothing to do with you."
Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "Okay, in that case, let's go back first and contact us if anything happens."
Yang Xiaobao, Lao Ma and the rabbit demon returned to the villa in despair.
After they returned to the villa, they found that Jiang Tianyi and Liu Qiaoyun still had not returned.
The old horse sighed.
"Xiaobao, we really shouldn't get involved in these things."
Yang Xiaobao glanced at Lao Ma and said, "Okay, tomorrow morning, we will set off to Jianggong City."
"That's good."
Lao Ma went back to the bedroom to sleep, while Yang Xiaobao sat on the sofa in a daze.
"Master, what are you doing? What are you doing here?" The rabbit demon came over and asked curiously when he saw Yang Xiaobao's appearance.
Yang Xiaobao shook his head: "It's nothing. You go and have a rest. Let me calm down here alone."
"That...okay then."
Seeing Yang Xiaobao's angry look, the rabbit demon knew that it was best not to provoke him now.
Yang Xiaobao is thinking about Tong Yanghui, Huang Wei and Li Ming.
Is there really no way to make them surrender?
Judging from their looks, they didn't seem to feel guilty about what happened that year.
Thinking of this, Yang Xiaobao became even more depressed.
But there is no way.
At this moment, Yang Xiaobao's cell phone rang.
Yang Xiaobao quickly took out his mobile phone.
He thought it was a call from the police station, but unexpectedly, it was Cao Tong calling him.
Why would Cao Tong call him at this time?
But Yang Xiaobao still picked up.
"Cao Tong, what's wrong?" Yang Xiaobao answered the phone and asked.
"Xiaobao, have you left Tiandu City?"
"No, I'm still in Tiandu City." Yang Xiaobao said, "Something delayed me. I'm going to leave tomorrow."
Cao Tong said, "Xiaobao, if nothing happens, let's meet and I'll treat you to a supper."
Originally, Yang Xiaobao wanted to refuse, but he was in a depressed mood tonight and would definitely not be able to sleep, so he nodded and agreed.
"Then come pick me up and I'll send you an address."
Not long after hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaobao received the address from Cao Tong.
Yang Xiaobao left the villa, drove to the place where Cao Tong lived to pick up Cao Tong.
"Xiaobao, I know a good night market, I will take you to eat." Cao Tong said with a smile.
Yang Xiaobao nodded: "Just tell me how to leave."
Cao Tong looked at Yang Xiaobao and frowned.
"Xiaobao, what's wrong? You seem to be in a bad mood."
Yang Xiaobao sighed and nodded: "You are right, I am indeed in a bad mood."
"What happened? Can you tell me?"
Yang Xiaobao smiled: "It's useless to tell you, it's better to eat more."
Two people came to the night market.
Although it was already past ten o'clock, almost eleven o'clock, Yang Xiaobao found that there were still many people in this night market.
"The night market here is delicious and cheap. It is a famous night market in Tiandu City. It is open until three or four in the morning." Cao Tong introduced it to Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao nodded.
They found a table to sit down and ordered two cold dishes and some kebabs.
"Yesterday I had a phone call with Uncle Haitao. Uncle Haitao said that Beichen Village might be demolished."
Yang Xiaobao was stunned for a moment and asked quickly: "Why should it be demolished?"
"They said they were going to build a tourist area and asked us to move out."
Cao Tong looked very depressed.
"In the future, if I want to go back, it will be impossible."
"Has your village agreed?"
"Many old people refused to agree, but young people readily agreed when they saw that they had money to take. After all, no one would go back to live again."
Yang Xiaobao also sighed.
"The current situation in rural areas is like this, slowly disappearing." Yang Xiaobao said with emotion.
This is not what he wants to see, but the times and trends are like this, and no one can do anything about it.
Yang Xiaobao could tell that Cao Tong was depressed and wanted to find someone to talk to.
"But my father is still fighting for it, saying that the village can be demolished, but an ancestral hall must be built for Beichen Village. Every year, the people of Beichen Village have to go back to worship their ancestors."
"This proposal is quite good."
Cao Tong talked about her father, Cao Deyong, and Yang Xiaobao asked: "Cao Tong, how is your father?"
Cao Tong looked at Yang Xiaobao, a little surprised that Yang Xiaobao would ask him this.
"Okay, he's very good. He's more active in things in the village. He's also worried about the demolition, which he shouldn't have to worry about in the first place."
Yang Xiaobao nodded and said, "That's good."
Cao Deyong used actions to make up for the mistakes he had made before.
The two of them chatted while eating, and time passed quickly.
When they had almost eaten and were about to leave, Yang Xiaobao found that there were fewer people in the night market than before.
While he was waiting for Cao Tong to pay the bill, he glanced around boredly.
Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a person.
This figure was sitting alone in front of a table, eating with his head lowered.
It was none other than one of the three suspects, Tong Yanghui, who drove a taxi.
Unexpectedly, I saw him here.
I guess I was tired and hungry after taking a taxi at night, so I came here to have a bowl of food.
"Xiaobao, what are you looking at? Let's go." After settling the bill, Cao Tong said to Yang Xiaobao.
"Wait a moment, I see an acquaintance, I'll go say hello."
Yang Xiaobao stood up and walked towards Tong Yanghui.
Walking to Tong Yanghui, Yang Xiaobao found that he was eating a casserole noodles.
Because it was too hot, Tong Yanghui was sweating all over the food.
"Tong Yanghui."
Tong Yanghui looked up and saw Yang Xiaobao, looking at him in astonishment, as if he didn't know what he was doing.
"I didn't expect that we were so destined to meet here."
Tong Yanghui turned around and looked around.
"Huh, you're not following me, are you?" Tong Yanghui put his chopsticks on the table and stared at Yang Xiaobao and asked.
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "I just came here to eat, so I met him."
"All right."
Tong Yanghui seemed to not want to talk to Yang Xiaobao anymore, so he picked up the chopsticks and lowered his head to eat his noodles.
But Yang Xiaobao sat down opposite him.
"What? You haven't eaten? Can I order one for you?" Tong Yanghui looked sarcastic.