Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Lu Yao had never heard of Sun Wenju.

He asked Yuan Tianchu, "He's a cadre too, how could he make such a mistake?"

Yuan Tianshu laughed and said, "What kind of cadre is he? He used to hang around in the 458 Factory headquarters with a thug named Chen Big Beard. Later, when Chen Big Beard's power fell, he came to me for help, and I helped him get in."

"Oh, okay, I'll go see him tomorrow."

Yuan Tianshu waved his hand:

"Don't go to his workplace to find him. We have to save him some face. I know his home address and when he's home. I'll tell you when to go."

So Yuan Tianshu discussed it with Lu Yao for a while.

When Ding Mei returned, Yuan Tianchu stood up:

"I won't bother you any longer. It's getting dark, so I'll head back now."

Ding Mei quickly tried to persuade him to stay:

"Don't go, Mr. Yuan, I can roll out noodles very quickly. I just haven't taken back Aunt Xilian's big rolling pin yet."

"No, no, Xiao Meizi, thank you for the tea. I'll have Lu Yao take you to my place sometime!"

"Okay, Grandpa Yuan."

Ding Mei and Yuan Shumei were like sisters, so she was very warm towards her grandfather.

Lu Yao and Ding Mei saw Yuan Tianshu off together.

The dog belonging to my neighbor Zhang Shulan started barking.

Yuan Tianshu couldn't help but say:

"It seems like you keep quite a few dogs in your village?"

Lu Yao nodded: "Yes, there was a thief recently who injured people in the village at night, so everyone is more vigilant and has brought in a lot of dogs. Many families still let their dogs roam freely in their yards at night, and they bite anyone who comes."

"Hmm, not a bad idea!"

Yuan Tianshu cursed inwardly, thinking that it would be difficult to sneak in and out of Jiapigou without anyone noticing in the future.

As I was walking out, a woman entered through the main gate.

It's Aunt Xilian.

Upon entering, he saw Yuan Tianchu and asked Lu Yao:

"Hey kid, you have guests?"

"Yes, Shumei's grandfather."

Xilian and Shumei were also acquainted; Yuan Shumei stayed at her house the first time she came to Jiapigou.

Upon hearing this, I quickly greeted them:

"Oh, Uncle, you're Shumei's grandpa? Shumei and I are very close. Come over and visit sometime."

Yuan Tianchu glanced at her, his old muscles twitched involuntarily, and he smiled slightly:

"Okay, thank you. Shumei is here, please take care of her."

"It's okay, we're all good friends."

Xilian replied with a smile, but Yuan Tianshu's tone and voice seemed familiar.

I couldn't help but take a closer look at Yuan Tianshu:

"Sir, you...have you been here before? I think I've seen you before?"

Yuan Tianchu nodded: "I saw you helping out at Lu Yao's wedding, and you often come to the Lu family's house, right?"

Xilian was also unsure whether she had seen Lu Yao on the day of his wedding; she was too busy.

He said, "I don't come here often. The other day I brought the rolling pin over here, so I came to get it."

"You two chat, I'm leaving."

Yuan Tianshu picked up the cart and turned it around. Although he was in his fifties, he was quite strong and showed no signs of clumsiness.

Only after watching him ride away on his bicycle did Xilian turn around:

"Don't let Grandpa Shumei's age fool you, he looks surprisingly robust and energetic!"

Lu Yao sighed inwardly. This woman might have an Oedipus complex, otherwise why would she choose Zhang Mazi, a man almost twenty years her senior?

However, Yuan Tianchu was more than thirty years older than her.

Xilian asked Ding Mei:

"Little Meizi, I lent you my rolling pin on our wedding day for good luck. I just remembered I forgot to take it back when I tried to use it to beat the quilts that were drying."

Ding Mei listened and pulled her into the house:

"Then you can take it back after I finish rolling out the noodles, okay?"

This startled Lu Yao:

"Oh? That rolling pin belongs to Aunt Xilian's family?"

"Yes?"

"What about the noodles from yesterday morning, the 27th...?"

"That's the rolling pin from Mom's house in the backyard. That one is too thin; it's not as good as the one Aunt Xilian has."

Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

Hurry inside, grab the rolling pin from the work surface, and hand it to Xilian:

"Take it back quickly, I have a rolling pin at home, I'll go get it from the backyard in a bit."

But seeing that Ding Mei had already arranged the noodles, happy Lian said:

"Use it if you want, I'm not in a hurry."

Lu Yao took it and stuffed it into her arms:

"No need, no need, we won't roll out the noodles, we'll steam the buns instead."

Ding Mei was completely taken aback: "I've already cut the meat, and you're going to make braised meat?"

"I don't eat noodles, so I chopped up some steamed buns instead."

Although Ding Mei felt strange, she didn't say anything more.

Xilian took the rolling pin and walked outside.

Lu Yao came out to see her off, but pushed Ding Mei away, preventing her from coming out.

Ding Mei curiously peered out the window, wanting to see why Lu Yao was behaving so strangely.

Lu Yao escorted Xilian to the front gate and asked her:

"Aunt Xilian, do you feel like you've seen that old man somewhere before?"

"I forgot, but I feel like I know him quite well. I don't even know if I saw him on your wedding day."

Lu Yao then asked, "Then think about it, are you more familiar with his appearance or his voice? Doesn't his build look a bit like Uncle Pockmarked?"

Xilian paused for a moment, then said, "You know what, now that you mention it, I really do think he looks a bit like Old Ma Zi..."

At this point, Xilian looked thoughtfully at the rolling pin in her hand.

The scene from that night seemed to reappear before my eyes.

The person's voice was low and a little hoarse at the time, but it wasn't low when they first came in. Could it be...?

Let's look back at Lu Yao:

"You mean, he was the one who harmed me that night?"

"You mean, he was the one who harmed me that night?"

Lu Yao shook his head: "No, what are you thinking? I was just asking casually. I thought his back looked a bit like Uncle Ma Zi, except Uncle Ma Zi didn't have his head."

Lu Yao didn't want to talk to her too much.

Since she couldn't be sure that this person was the one who harmed her after being reminded, she had no choice but to give up.

To prevent Xilian from spreading rumors.

She has a bad tongue. It would be terrible if she told Yuan Shumei that I suspected her grandfather, and it wouldn't be good if Fan Suzhen heard it either.

Xilian walked out, still lost in thought as she exited the gate.

Suddenly stopped and turned around:

"Tuwazi, I remember now. That day, the man was wearing a mask and gloves, but when he picked up the rolling pin, I saw his hands through the gap in his vest. He wasn't wearing gloves."

"So what?"

"He has a scar on the web of his right hand, not very deep, but I can see it clearly."

Lu Yao pressed further, "Why didn't you say anything when I asked you about it the next day?"

"I forgot. When you mentioned it just now, it suddenly dawned on me and I remembered it all."

"Oh, okay, you can go back now, I understand."

Lu Yao sent Xilian away.

Without needing to verify, Lu Yao knew that Yuan Tianshu had a scar on the web of his right hand.

I saw it when I shook hands with him.

This further confirms that the person was Yuan Tianshu.

But why don't they match in terms of blood type?

Could it be that the hair and cigarette butts I collected weren't his, but belonged to someone else?

Does a person's blood type change over time? That's impossible!

Lu Yao returned to the house with a worried expression.

Ding Mei was kneading dough.

"What are you going to do?"

"Knead it and let it rise at the end of the kang (heated brick bed). We'll have to wait until tomorrow morning to make the buns."

Lu Yao laughed and said, "Let's eat noodles instead. I'll go to the back room to get the rolling pin from Mom."

Ding Mei frowned: "Look at you, you have a rolling pin right there but you don't use it, you have to borrow one."

Lu Yao laughed: "If you knew what that rolling pin was used for, you wouldn't know how to use it."

"What have you done?"

Ding Mei was puzzled. What else could a rolling pin do?