Crossing 1992: Contracting a barren mountain and becoming a huge demolition household

Everyone in the village knows Ye Wenlin’s current situation. He has no money, no house, and he still refuses to change his bad habits.

But even so, he didn't want anything to happen to Ye Wenlin.

After all, his bad image for just over a year was not enough to completely ruin the good impression he had left on the villagers for decades.

Fortunately, Village Chief Ye later saw the faces of the two people on the ground, and they were not Ye Wenlin.

"What about Ye Wenlin?" Officer Hu took notes while looking around, hoping that Ye Wenlin, whom Village Chief Ye mentioned, would come forward on his own initiative.

The village chief recalled for a moment, a trace of confusion flashing across his face: "I... don't know."

Normally, everyone was afraid of being pestered by Ye Wenlin to borrow money, so they avoided him when they met him. When asked this question, no one really knew where Ye Wenlin was now.

The village chief looked at one of Ye Wenlin's uncles in the crowd and asked, "Uncle, do you know where Wenlin went?"

My uncle shook his head silently.

After seeing this, Officer Hu paused and thought, "It seems that we can only go to the Real Estate Bureau."

Thinking of today's call to the police and seeing so many people around, Officer Hu frowned and gave up asking questions.

It’s better to investigate carefully later, what if there are accomplices at the scene?

Officer Hu and the officer who kicked the door got into the police car without getting any clues.

After the two policemen left, the people around them dispersed as they saw that the atmosphere was no longer lively, leaving only a group of people from Yejia Village.

Everyone returned to the dining area. Zhou Chunmei looked at Ye Ke thoughtfully, her lips moved, but she didn't ask in the end.

Then they changed the subject: "Where can Ye Wenlin go during the New Year?"

"Who knows? Come to think of it, I haven't seen him for over a week."

When she met him that time, Ye Wenlin was so dirty that she almost didn't recognize him.

Ye Wenlin had no house and no one was willing to lend him a place to live, so he could only wander around the community every day and sleep in any building at night.

Because of their thin blood relationship, no one chased him away.

Some elderly people would even leave some leftovers in a conspicuous place, waiting for Ye Wenlin to eat them.

"Will it be... like today..."

Sometimes he would disappear for a day or two, and the villagers guessed that he was probably gambling again, but he would still come back to the community after a day or two, and everyone would always run into him. But this time, when everyone talked to each other, they found that no one had seen him recently. This situation was a bit bad.

"Should we... call the police too?" said one of Ye Wenlin's cousins.

I hadn't noticed it before, but now I realize Ye Wenlin has been missing for almost half a month...

The village chief frowned, thought for a moment, and then uttered two words, "Report it."

Everyone at this year's dinner was preoccupied and ate absent-mindedly.

Ye Ke and his friends quickly ate a few mouthfuls and then suggested leaving. Everyone was used to it, as they had done the same in previous years. Since they had to rush back to Ancheng, dinner was just a formality.

Ye Ke came to the side of Village Chief Ye and said, "Village Chief, are you going to the police station? We just happened to be passing by and would like to give you a ride."

It takes half an hour to get to the police station by bus, and about the same amount by bike. The village chief was naturally willing to take a ride. After saying hello to everyone, he followed them.

On the way, Ye Ke said to Ye Wenhui, "Mom, come with me later to take a statement."

When the incident happened, the two of them lived downstairs in Building 402. Ye Ke was both an eyewitness and the person who called the police. Sooner or later, the police would come to his house, and this record was inevitable.

Ye Wenhui also understood these principles and nodded in understanding.

The village chief was confused: "Do the neighbors have to make statements too?"

Ye Ke smiled. "It's better to be safe than sorry. After all, someone almost died. It's such a big deal. What if the police want to visit the neighbors? We live in Ancheng. We can be proactive now and don't bother to ask the police to come over."

Ye Ke didn't tell the truth. Even if the village chief or the villagers could guess that she was the one who called the police, so what? As long as she didn't admit it, it would only be speculation.

The psychology of a gambler is not something that normal people can guess, and Ye Ke doesn't want to gamble.

Ye Ke got out of the car and spoke to his uncles. He originally wanted them to go back to Ancheng first, and he and Ye Wenhui would go back after finishing the statement.

In the end, my uncle didn't listen and just said that he must wait at the door and go back together when the time comes.

My uncle also advised: "That's right, you two should just go in and leave us alone. You don't have to go to work tomorrow anyway, so a little while won't make a difference."

After Ye Ke and the other two walked in, the uncle looked at his sister-in-law inquiringly.

They had been running into each other since the police car drove into the neighborhood, but there were too many people there at the time, so Ye Wenbo didn't dare to ask anything. The same thing happened later at the dinner table, so even though he noticed that Ye Ke's mother, daughter, and sister-in-law looked panicked, he didn't say anything.

Now that they are all family, Ye Wenbo couldn't help it.

No, not all of them are family members.

Ye Xiaoxi noticed that the atmosphere was a little off, and said to her grandmother, "Grandma, I haven't eaten anything for dinner. Can you accompany me to have a bowl of wontons across the street?"

Grandma Wang looked at the Ye family embarrassedly, "This..."

They were just hitchhiking. What if Ye Ke came out before they finished eating the wontons? How could she bear to let the Ye family wait for them?

I was still muttering in my heart: What's wrong with Xiaoxi today? She is not usually so naive. Could it be that she was provoked by her ex-daughter-in-law?

The uncle looked at Ye Xiaoxi with admiration and said, "Aunt Wang, Xiaoxi is still growing and can't go hungry. You can go with her without worry!"

After the grandparents left, before Ye Wenbo could say anything, Wang Ling couldn't help but say with concern, "What happened today! It was Xiao Ke who called the police!"

"What?" The adults were still relatively calm, but the younger ones were already shouting in shock.

Grandma Wang, who hadn't walked far yet, looked back and asked, "What happened?"