Before leaving the door, Li Xingxing filled the basket with rice, flour, oil and other items, covered it with a lid, and carried it behind his shoulders.

The clothes, shoes and hats have not been replaced, and they are still rustic.

Slowly, you can reach Wutong Street.

Wutong Street is the rich street of the past, with bungalows standing on the top of the houses.

The public-private partnership was implemented a few years ago, and there were some elements of the division. However, the capitalists were not in a dark situation at this time. Although they could not call slaves and maids like before, some villas were nationalized and distributed to some senior leaders to live in, most of the villas still lived with their original owners. As forward-looking elements, they held important positions in public-private joint ventures, enjoyed high salaries, and lived far better than ordinary people. They were not treated inhumanely until five or six years later.

All the past is not something that her junior can say.

Li Xingxing didn't rush to knock on the door and asked, but walked around Wutong Street.

An old lady sitting in front of a small villa with snow-white head wrapped around her feet basking in the sun stopped her, "Sister, who are you looking for? I see you have been walking three times."

"I'll look for Li Zhengrong." Li Zhengrong is her grandfather's name.

The old lady was obviously stunned, "Are you looking for Li Zhengrong? Who are you from him?"

Li Xingxing was even more surprised than her. Is there anyone like Li Zhengrong?

She asked quickly, "Others asked me to bring him something. Do you know where he lives?"

"Li Zhengrong is dead." said the old lady.

"Die? When?" Although I was not sure if the other party was his grandfather, when Li Xingxing heard that the man named Li Zhengrong had passed away, Li Xingxing's heart suddenly shrank and the pain suddenly rose.

"When? It's the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. I remember that I was cooking Laba porridge in my pot that day!"

Li Xingxing said in a lost voice: "On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month?"

Isn't it the day she wears it back?

How could it be, that coincidental?

The old lady Xiaojiao nodded: "It's said that Laba is the New Year, but who knew he couldn't finish this New Year. I heard that he cleaned up his body on the day he came back, his face was extremely rosy. He chatted with neighbors for a long time and asked to stay at his home for one night. When the cadres living in his house went to him again at night, they found that he was dead."

"What does it mean? Can you tell me about him in detail?"

Li Xingxing squatted in front of the old lady, took out a cake wrapped in oil paper from the basket and stuffed it into her hand.

She opened her eyes and lit up and said in a constant stream: "Li Zhengrong is a strange man, a red-topped businessman. She went abroad to study in her youth and returned to the second rank of official position. She lost her wife and son in middle age. She also worked as an official in the new government. Later, she resigned and returned to her hometown and donated billions of property to the front line of the Anti-Japanese War. She disappeared. After careful calculation, she had no home for eighteen years. She came back and said that she had adopted a granddaughter outside, but we have never seen her before. Now, thinking about it, he died on the day he came back, and it was like a leaf falling back to his roots."

"He has a granddaughter?"

"He said yes, but we neighbors have never seen each other." The old lady picked up a piece of cake and took a bite, her eyes were very clear. "He has lived ninety-nine years and he will be able to live in this life."

"Ninety-nine?" Is it really a coincidence that I died at the same age as my grandfather?

Li Xingxing became more and more confused.

Does raising my grandfather have anything to do with Li Zhengrong mentioned by the old lady?

She continued to ask: "Does Li Zhengrong you mentioned have family? Where can I live? What should I do when I am at the funeral? Where can I be buried?"

The old lady got the benefits, but she didn't delay and replied: "Didn't I tell you? My wife and children have long been gone, so he was disheartened and donated all his property. The garden villa on my left is his original home. He designed and built it with foreigners. Because there was no one living in it for many years, it was taken over and owned by the country after the founding of the People's Republic of China and distributed it to senior cadres. The guards were very strict. The funeral, the senior cadre personally took care of the funeral. According to Li Zhengrong's wishes, the ashes were cremated on the same day and scattered into the Yellow River on the same day."

Li Xingxing sat on the ground, "Has the traces of his existence disappeared?"

How could she continue to check?
Chapter completed!