Du Dayong saw that his cigarettes were almost finished, so he quickly scattered two more.
"Handsome guy, what are you doing now?"
"Brother policeman, I work as a carpenter. My father is also an old carpenter, and so is my brother! The weather has been a bit hot these two days, because I just painted someone's furniture, so I have only been back for a few days."
Speaking of this, this uncle's face looks better.
"I made the wooden frame on Cui Sheng's tricycle! I also made the wooden supports inside! If they were all made of iron, the car would be much heavier!"
The uncle also said somewhat proudly at this time.
"Usually, do people come to their homes to buy braised vegetables before or after they leave the stall?"
"There are so many! Some people just want to see Cui Sheng's wife, a little sister-in-law. She's big there, and most young people are just like dogs! Not to mention the taste of the couple who used to set up a stall with them is not that good.
With a big face, how can he live up to this?"
The uncle patted his chest as he spoke.
"However, the husband and wife do business very harmoniously. They don't care about the 30-40 cents, and they usually wipe it off. Plus, the taste is good, and there are her husband's sauerkraut, so the business can be designated!"
Du Dayong listened and nodded.
"Dad, how did I hear that sister-in-law Gengxiang was acting inappropriately outside?"
"You kid, you know nothing! What is indiscretion? Has anyone caught it or been held down by someone? Those are all idiots who want to ruin someone's reputation even though they have nothing to show for it! Apart from the fact that she has a problem with her clothes, in other respects, I
I really haven’t heard of any problems, at least I haven’t seen her hooking up with any guy for so long living next door.”
"People die and die, but we are a family with responsibilities, how can we talk nonsense like this? You are not as honest as your brother!"
The uncle said to his son that he hated iron for not becoming steel.
"Uncle, did you hear anything on the day of the crime? For example, the sound of a motorcycle?"
Du Dayong has read the materials to answer this question.
The uncle took a puff of cigarette, then thought for a moment and said.
"When you say that, I really have to think about it! The sound of a motorcycle? Caixia, did you hear the sound of a motorcycle that night?"
The uncle thought about it and shouted towards his kitchen.
"We have 72 households here, and more than a dozen of them own motorcycles. It's normal to hear the sound of motorcycles! I do hear them! But I don't take it seriously. People often drink too much at night and ride motorcycles into the wrong alley!"
"Auntie, you mean you hear it often?"
Du Dayong asked with some surprise.
"Hear that! Is this a rare thing? But I don't know who rode it. I only know that the eldest son of Zhang Jiwen's family in the sixth row fell here. It was me and the guy from my family who went out to help him up because of his shouting sound.
It’s so big that it just happens to be right next to my window.”
"What's his name?" Du Dayong asked his aunt with a smile.
"Hey, Comrade Police, I really don't know this. I know my nickname, Liu Qizi, which means he was born weighing six pounds and seven taels. Zhang Jiwen's name was given by a fortune teller passing by. It was originally called Zhang Xiaoxiao, but it was later changed.
Name, when it was his turn, he gave him this nickname!"
The aunt smiled as she spoke.
"Brother policeman, I know! His name is Zhang Facai! But we all call him brother Liuqi! He goes out to work after the Chinese New Year, and usually comes back before the new year. He specializes in working at other people's pig farms."
As for pigs, some pig farms in our county even wait for him to come back during the Chinese New Year! I heard his craftsmanship is very good!"
"Handsome guy, how often do you see him buying braised vegetables during the Chinese New Year?"
The uncle's son shook his head and then looked at his father.
"The relationship between Liu Qi and Cui Sheng is okay. Cui Sheng also sells pig head meat. It seems that Liu Qi is the one holding the line. They both like to drink, so the relationship is okay. But it's just during the Chinese New Year. Normally the two of them are not like each other.
There’s no chance to get together!”
"Uncle, you have never said this before!"
"Comrade policeman, why am I talking about this? That kid from 1967 is pretty good, and he won't do this kind of case. He has seen it since he was a kid, and he still has no idea in his mind?"
After hearing what Du Dayong said, the uncle immediately refuted Du Dayong.
"Brother policeman, Brother 67 is tall and good-looking. He can compare with Xu Wenqiang on TV!"
"Then how does he get along with Wu Gengxiang?"
Du Dayong glanced at his uncle and aunt and asked.
"That's not possible. Liu Qi has a lover outside, and he's not any worse looking than that vixen. We've all seen it!"
Auntie quickly added.
"That's it! I just want to ask, aunt, you said that Wu Gengxiang is a vixen!"
Du Dayong said jokingly to his aunt.
"Everyone of average age here calls her that, but it's all behind their backs. My old man also looks at others. We all know that men, when they see a young woman, if her clothes have a bigger neckline, I will
Even my son can’t bear it, let alone an old man like him!”
When the uncle heard this, he quickly took a few puffs of cigarette and did not dare to refute the aunt's words.
Du Dayong estimated that this uncle must have been captured alive by his aunt, otherwise his son said it was an attitude, and his wife said he didn't even dare to click his teeth.