Rebirth has space, and the new love sends the bad husband to prison

Liang Sumei finally breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want her benefactor to be branded as a lackey because of her. She knew very well that in this conservative era, only a good reputation could help one gain a foothold in the public eye.

The pairs of malicious eyes hidden in the crowd had quietly left, which was keenly captured by Liang Sumei. She secretly decided that she must be extra careful against these people in the future. After all, after experiencing this thrilling cliff jumping incident, she has deeply witnessed how crazy people can do when driven by evil thoughts.

"Liang Sumei, I'm going to Tianwa Village to return my bicycle. Is there anything you need my help with?" Xu Yan asked after the crowd dispersed.

Liang Sumei hesitated a little. She looked at Xu Yan with a weird smile that frightened Xu Yan. "Liang Sumei, please speak directly if you have anything to say."

"Hey, Xu Yan, wait for me for a moment." After saying that, Liang Sumei quickly picked up a pen and paper, wrote a letter, and handed it to him, saying, "Please give this letter to Yu Haiyang and ask him to go to Yangshan Town to find a friend of mine according to the address on the letter."

Xu Yan crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her curiously, "Liang Sumei, may I ask what is your relationship with Yu Haiyang?" His question was not aimless. He wanted to check for his brother. In case the girl really had a boyfriend or a blind date, he would nip his brother's budding thoughts in the bud.

Liang Sumei shook her head. "There's no special relationship. We're just classmates and friends who I've known since childhood. Why are you asking this?" She felt a little strange.

Xu Yan waved his hands in panic, "No, no, no, ahahahaha", then immediately adjusted his tone and said seriously, "Why don't you just tell me the address of your friend in that town, and I'll run a trip for you on behalf of Yu Haiyang. I can ride a bicycle fast, and maybe I can come back with Wei Zhi."

Hearing this, Liang Sumei was so excited that she didn't know what to do. Her two benefactors had lost a day's work points because of her. "Xu Yan, I really don't know how to repay you. Thank you~thank you~." She felt a little embarrassed when she said thank you, because she had said these two words countless times and they really lacked sincerity.

Xu Yan waved his hand and said with a relaxed smile, "Hey, it's no big deal. When your leg is healed, just stir-fry bean sprouts for us a few more times."

Liang Sumei felt a warm current in her heart after hearing this. She knew that she would repay this kindness with practical actions in the near future.

Du Xiaoyi's knife wounds healed quickly, and he was able to walk slowly. When the letter from Liang Sumei was delivered to him, he was surprised and delighted. When he opened the envelope, the words on the paper shocked him even more.

In the letter, Liang Sumei described in detail the attack on Yu Haiyang, the class leader of Tianwa Village. The two assailants were also wearing masks, a feature that was exactly the same as the gangster who stabbed Du Xiaoyi. She couldn't help but speculate that the two incidents might be inextricably linked, or even committed by the same group of people. What surprised Du Xiaoyi even more was that one of the accomplices mentioned in the letter turned out to be Jiang Fu, the eldest son of Jiang Dachang, the accountant of Tianwa Village.

Recalling the day he was assassinated, Du Xiaoyi felt a chill in his heart. Liang Sumei's next words cleared up the mystery for him. She said that at the same time when Du Xiaoyi was assassinated, she saw Jiang Dachang's youngest son Jiang Cai riding a bicycle, which she had never seen before. She guessed that the bicycle was probably the one that Du Xiaoyi was robbed of.

Du Xiaoyi held the letter tightly, his eyes gleaming with determination. He decided to go to Tianwa Village to personally confirm the origin of the bicycle. If it was really the one that was robbed, then Liang Sumei's guess was very likely correct. In this way, he could not only find the real murderer who assassinated him, but also uncover the deeper secrets behind it. After all, which son of a village committee accountant would risk stabbing someone for a bicycle? It was really unreasonable.

Du Xiaoyi hurried to the police station. He explained the details of the letter to the police. He had reported the case before, but had no clues. Now, he finally had an important clue, and he was eager to seize the opportunity to catch the murderer.

After listening to Du Xiaoyi's narration, the public security comrades realized the importance of this clue and immediately decided to send an experienced policeman to take Du Xiaoyi to Tianwa Village for verification. In order not to arouse Jiang Dachang's vigilance, the policeman changed into plain clothes and rode a brand new bicycle. Du Xiaoyi sat in the back. His wounds had healed and he could barely withstand the slight bumps on the road.

The two walked along the country road and finally arrived at the door of the accountant Jiang Dachang's house after asking passers-by. Du Xiaoyi looked at the bicycle in the yard that was exactly the same as his bicycle except for the color, and fell into confusion. His bicycle was brown, while this one was black.

Jiang Dachang came out of the house and noticed two strangers standing at the gate of his yard. The policeman saw this and quickly hooked Du Xiaoyi's neck and pretended to chat with him intimately, trying to divert Du Xiaoyi's attention to prevent Jiang Dachang from getting suspicious. Du Xiaoyi reacted quickly and cooperated with the policeman's performance.

"Who are you two?" Jiang Dachang stepped forward and asked in confusion.

The policeman was moved and pretended to have just seen Jiang Dachang. He bowed and said, "Uncle Jiang, I am Wu Tao from Liushu Village (he is indeed from Liushu Village, but Wu Tao is the name of his childhood friend, his name is Sun Bingbing). My father is the captain of Liushu Village, Wu Dalei." He introduced Du Xiaoyi next to him and said, "This is my friend Sun Hui."

Jiang Dachang knew that the village chief of Liushu Village was Wu Dalei, and seeing that the young man introduced his identity so frankly, he did not doubt anything. He warmly invited them into the house, poured them two glasses of water, and asked them why they came.

The policeman pretended to be embarrassed and said straight to the point: "Uncle Jiang, your nephew actually wanted to ask you about the bicycle ticket. My brother wants to get one. He joined the Revolutionary Committee as an officer last month, but he has no house in town. It is not convenient for him to ride the ox cart that delivers vegetables to and from get off work every day. It would be much more convenient if he had a bicycle. But I just redeemed my father's bicycle ticket and I have no more tickets on hand, so I came to ask you. If it is convenient, the price can be negotiated." As he said this, he put his hand in his pocket and pretended to take out money.

Jiang Dachang thought, what a good opportunity to sell the stolen goods. A while ago, his son Jiang Fu came home in the middle of the night and pushed back a bicycle that he didn't know where he got from. The bicycle was stained with blood. This scared the couple. Jiang Fu didn't hide it from his parents, because he thought that even if it was exposed in the future, his father would be able to help him settle everything, so he told everything. Li Haifeng wiped the blood, and Jiang Fu got a bucket of paint and repainted the bicycle. Even so, Jiang Dachang was still worried. He repeatedly told his two sons not to ride the bicycle outside to avoid trouble, but the youngest son Jiang Cai agreed on the surface, but often waited until Jiang Dachang was not at home to secretly ride the bicycle outside to show off, which made Jiang Dachang very uneasy.

Now, facing the other party's request, Jiang Dachang thought, who would dare to offend the staff of the Revolutionary Committee? If he sold the bicycle to someone from the Revolutionary Committee, even if the owner recognized it later, he would not dare to come to the door to cause trouble. Besides, it was not certain whether the owner was dead or alive. And he could also take this opportunity to do a favor. If he went to the Revolutionary Committee to do business in the future, he might get more help. So he made up his mind.

He looked at Du Xiaoyi apologetically and said, "Nephew, I have given away all the bicycle tickets I had, and I don't have any extra. If you don't mind, I have a second-hand one here. See if you like it."

"Ah? Second-hand!" Du Xiaoyi pretended to be displeased.

"Hey, it's called second-hand, but actually I've only ridden it for a few days. Why don't you go take a look and ride it to feel it." Jiang Dachang, with a smile on his face, enthusiastically led Du Xiaoyi and the policeman to the black bicycle.

"Then? Try it?" Du Xiaoyi asked the police.

The policeman nodded pretending to be nonchalant.

"Okay, let's give it a try. It's a bicycle after all!" There seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction in Du Xiaoyi's tone, which made Jiang Dachang feel anxious and prayed silently: I hope he likes it!

Du Xiaoyi rode around the yard twice, was silent for a while, sighed, and said to the policeman with a disappointed look in his eyes: "It's nice to ride, but I want a new one!"

When Jiang Dachang heard this, he quickly wiped the bicycle with a rag and said, "What's the difference between this and a new one? Young man, don't think that new ones are good. If you want one, the price is negotiable."

Du Xiaoyi pretended to think, and the police officer looked at him and said impatiently: "Stop being picky, hurry up, it's getting dark."

Du Xiaoyi no longer hesitated: "Uncle, how much do you want to sell it for?"

"150!" Jiang Dachang answered simply.

"You're selling this second-hand one for 150?" Du Xiaoyi was incredulous.

"Then...how much do you want?" Jiang Dachang was eager to make a move, his tone filled with urgency.

"90!" Du Xiaoyi replied.

Jiang Dachang almost fainted when he heard the number. "Nephew, take a closer look. This bicycle is no different from a new one. You cut the price in half right away. That's too much."

"Well...100! Just 100! I want to buy a brand new one. If you don't agree, forget it." Du Xiaoyi said firmly.

The policeman also echoed, "Uncle Jiang, please sell it to us for my father's sake." He also gave a meaningful look, "Besides, when you go to the Revolutionary Committee to do business in the future, this will be...convenient! When you go to Liushu Village, let my father treat you to a drink."

Jiang Dachang smiled helplessly as if to agree. Du Xiaoyi readily took out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to Jiang Dachang. Jiang Dachang quickly put it in his pocket and reminded him, "Nephew, we have to pay for the goods. Let's make a deal. Even if you want to buy a new bicycle in a few days, you can't return this one!"

Du Xiaoyi's tone was flat, as if he had not bought the car he wanted, but his words were full of assurance, "Don't worry, uncle. I, Sun Hui, never regret what I have done."

Jiang Dachang nodded in satisfaction. He watched the two people leave until their backs disappeared, and then he felt relieved, thinking to himself that this worry was finally resolved.