Chapter 397

I looked at Zuo Xintong, took a deep breath and said, "if all our previous assumptions are correct, then Tan Xiaomin should have been born in this village."

"I remember the director of the orphanage said that when Tan Xiaomin was found in the grass in the backyard of the orphanage, she was a very small baby, and her name and date of birth were hidden in the small quilt that wrapped her." After a pause, I continued to speculate: "this shows that Tan Xiaomin's name was chosen by her mother early in the morning, but as an illegitimate child, her mother did not want to let people know the existence of the child, or had to hide the child in the orphanage early. This also coincides with the rumor that the villagers have dealt with the woman who does not obey the law of women, but no one knows the whereabouts of the child. "

"Since no one knows the whereabouts of the child, it means that no one knows the child's name!" Zuo Xintong went on to say, "if grandma Tian intentionally stayed with us because she heard the name of Tan Xiaomin, does that happen to prove that she not only knows who tan Xiaomin's biological mother is, but also knows the existence of Tan Xiaomin!"

"So we're stepping on the iron shoes, no hiding place, or inviting the emperor into the urn?" Qi Ziyi looks at us both with a smile.

"Either way, it looks like we're right." Zuo Xintong said with a sneer.

In the evening, I saw Tian Po come back with the small basket full of potatoes and rice.

Mrs. Tian told us that she was too old to farm, but after the autumn harvest every year, she would go to other villagers' fields to take a stroll, and pick up the little potatoes and corn that others missed or didn't want. One stroll would be enough for her to eat for a long time.

"Mother in law, I heard that you made steamed buns for the villagers at noon. Why don't you eat them?" I asked curiously, because I noticed that what Mrs. Tian ate at noon was dried vegetables and soy sauce, as well as a mouthful of white rice porridge.

"Those are all the dishes and meat provided by Murakami. I'm just responsible for packing. It's so delicious. " Tian po said sheepishly.

"They won't let you eat?" Zuo Xintong looked at Tian Po and asked suspiciously.

Tian Po looked at Zuo Xintong, didn't say anything, just showed a bitter smile.

It's just a short conversation, but it's not difficult to see that the villagers in this village have a very cold attitude towards Mrs. Tian. Let her cook lunch for the whole village, which sounds nothing, but there are so many people in the village, what a labor intensity it is!

After a good meal, she was not allowed to take a bite. This is abuse!

But granny Tian is a widowed old woman. Why does the whole village treat her so without sympathy?

Chatting with Tian Po, Tian Po washed the potatoes, cut them into pieces and stewed them in a big pot.

"Grandma, you must accept our accommodation fee, and then buy something delicious." Zuo Xintong looked at the rickets of the thin body of Tian Po, sighed.

Although this meal is not as good as big fish and big meat, it may be due to the special environment, which makes it very delicious.

"What's the fun of you guys coming to our backwater?" Tian Po asked curiously.

"Mother in law, to tell you the truth, we are here to find someone." Zuo Xintong didn't beat around the Bush and said frankly, "we have a good friend named Tan Xiaomin. Recently we lost contact with her, so we found a lot of places and worked hard to find out that her hometown should be in Hongyu village. That's why we came here."

What Zuo Xintong said is very casual, but we all know that Zuo Xintong did it on purpose. He just wanted to test Tian Po's reaction.

Sure enough, when she heard the name of Tan Xiaomin, Tian Po's expression flashed by, and her turbid eyes had an unidentified sadness.

"Grandma, you have lived in this village for so long. Have you ever heard of Tan Xiaomin?" I stare innocent big eyes to look at farmland old woman, ask a way seriously.

"What's your name again?" Tian Po looked at me and asked naturally.

"Tan Xiaomin." I have repeated the name of Tan Xiaomin.

She shook her head and said, "there is no one surnamed Tan in our village. So the person you are looking for is definitely not in Murakami. "

"Really..." I said disappointedly, "but we are really worried about her. Mother in law, do you know any village people's surname is Tan near here? "

"I don't know, I don't know..." Mrs. Tian said. She put down her chopsticks and stood up and said to us, "take your time. I'll find you a quilt and mattress. It's cold at night, so we need to cover more."

With that, Tian Po turned to enter Westinghouse.

"It seems that we have a good guess. Grandma Tian must know Tan Xiaomin." Qi Ziyi whispered to us, "it's just that she's so alert that she won't tell us anything. I don't know why."

"Let's not worry about that. If we stay, we'll have a chance to find clues." When Zuo Xintong finished, he made a stop to us, so we chatted about some other topics and pretended to eat easily.

As soon as it gets dark, it's time for Wen chuyang to come out of the room. He stretches his body and begins to turn around in the room. After a circle, he comes back and floats behind me. His two arms embrace my neck from behind. He lies on me and says, "there are so many ghosts in this house. You have to be psychologically prepared at night."

After dinner, Mrs. Tian spread the mattress on the earthen Kang, and then took three quilts and told us to go to bed earlier.

"This place can't compare with the city where you live. It's dark early and there are no lights, so don't go out if you have nothing to do. It's not peaceful in Murakami recently. There are always people missing. You saw them when you came here today, so for safety, you went elsewhere in the room. "

Tian Po finished, then left the room and closed our door by the way.

After Tian Po left, I stood at the window and looked out. It was really dark and I couldn't see anything.

"Wen chuyang, do you think the missing thing happened today is caused by people or ghosts here?" I turned my head, looking at the floating in front of me, leaning against the window, while shaking the folding fan, while looking out of the window at Wen chuyang.

"Who is it to do with?" Wen chuyang listened to my question and repeated it in a low voice. Then he turned his head and looked at me, picked my eyebrows and said with a smile, "maybe it has something to do with them!"

"It all matters?" I looked at Wen chuyang puzzled.

"The answer may soon be revealed." Wen chuyang hooked the corner of his lips and said with a smile.