Step on a branch

Chapter 137

The sun was shining brightly, Lin Fan squinted his eyes.

He said: "Have you checked the background of the shop assistant?"

"I checked everything in the yamen," Feng Jing replied, "didn't you see any clues?"

Lin Fan asked again: "Are they all from our Great Zhou?"

"Yes..." Feng Jing opened his mouth, pondered again, and said, "Did you really catch the spy?"

The words of spies were originally what their commanders said in order to make the emperor pay attention to them.

In Chiyiwei, everyone knows what the monster way is all about.

Unexpectedly, from years ago to years after the investigation, the commander really wanted to catch the spies.

"There is a guy who is shorter than you, one and a half as strong as you, very strong, and has a Chinese face," Lin Fan described. "You should check his background carefully. It is best to find out..."

Feng Jing was thinking about what kind of figure the man who was shorter and stronger than him was, when Lin Fan's second half of the sentence was out of his head again.

He said "ah": "What are you looking for?"

Lin Fan waved his hand: "I'll figure it out on my own. You should find out about that person first, and then inquire about Pingjiang Tower. The most important thing is who did Ma Gui go to sell grain."

When Feng Jing heard the words, he quickly responded.

"Be careful, don't startle the snake." Lin Fan urged.

This matter is especially important.

Lin Fan's original intention was to explore the big warehouse where rice farms store grain.

Is the way of tying the rice bags unique to that man alone, or is the whole shop doing it the same way? If it's the latter, Ma Gui will be suspected.

Huang Taishi threw Pingjiang Tower out because he believed that with the habit of the red-clothed guards, even if he didn't meet the man in the middle of the night, he could follow the vine and clean up everything related to the porridge shop.

The risk of sneaking into a big warehouse is not low.

There are a lot of people in such a big shop, but ordinary people can still fool them, if there are a few spies, they are not easy to fool them.

He has to figure out a way...

In the afternoon, a ball of paper fell into the east wall of Yongning Hou Mansion.

Qin Luan picked it up, opened it and read it, then burned it.

When it was nearly three o'clock, Qin Luan took the money, climbed over the wall and left the house, and arrived at the place where Lin Fan wrote.

Lin Fan was already waiting.

After briefly explaining the situation to Qin Luan, Lin Fan led Qin Luan to the back wall of Majia Mi Zhuang, the inside of the partition wall was the big warehouse.

Qin Luan was also unambiguous, and with a wave of his hand, the Fu Ling flew out of his sleeve.

Floating into the air, Fu Ling turned around and fell into the wall.

Thin paper man, doors and windows are not difficult for it, as long as there is a small gap, it can get in.

Lin Fan and Qin Luan waited outside for a while, and the Fu Ling flew back and landed on the master's shoulder obediently.

This place is not suitable for talking, they walked a little further, Fang Tian came with two bags.

The mouths of the bags were all tied up, one was the usual method used by the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the other was commonly used by Xiliang horse thieves.

Lin Fan held one in each of his left and right hands.

The Fu Ling floated up, and soon landed on the horse thief's one.

Qin Luan asked: "Is everything like this?"

The little paper figurine, with its head pointing back and forth, even its body is shaking, but the meaning is very clear.

Fang Tian stood on the side, dumbfounded.

Isn't this just a paper man? How can it fly by itself and answer the master's questions?

Taoism?spell?Fairy?

Fang Tian couldn't figure it out.

It can only be said that, as expected of the person who asked my aunt to prepare so many weird paper and ink, Miss Qin's cultivation is really amazing.

Then, if their master gives Miss Qin a gift, they have to think more carefully.

Ms. Qin might not like ordinary things.

Thinking about it this way, Fang Tian was under a lot of pressure.

As the person who raised the problem, he must solve the problem.

Fortunately, the gift didn't need to be given away immediately, and he had already prepared it for tonight according to his master's instructions.

After Lin Fan got the answer, he felt a little concerned about Majia Mizhuang.

With nothing else to do, Lin Fan sent Qin Luan back to Yongning Hou Mansion.

Fang Tian walked quickly and circled around Pingjiang Tower, and now he will catch up and deliver the food box.

"It's the shrimp porridge from Pingjianglou that I was led to check, it's still warm," Fang Tian said, "My master said it tastes good, so I asked my little one to buy it, please try it too."

Qin Luan looked up at Lin Fan and blinked.

It's not surprising that Lin Fan brought her some delicious food, but Fang Tian's words were a little strange.

It seems that it is deliberate.

Seeing her like this, Lin Fan couldn't help laughing, and patted Fang Tian's shoulder: "I told you to buy some porridge, you really talk a lot."

After saying this, Qin Luan immediately understood.

Fang Tian didn't know the specific situation, but he wanted to speak well for Lin Fan.

Qin Luan bowed his eyes and thanked him.

Qian'er happily took the food box.

In Dingguogong's narration, she was curious about the taste of this porridge in a shop that was so prosperous in the middle of the night.

The hatchback said goodbye, and the figures of Qin Luan and Qian Er disappeared behind the wall.

Lin Fan didn't stop much, and walked quickly to the Duke's Mansion.

Fang Tian followed, muttering softly: "Master, how can you talk too much? You bought it on purpose, so you have to tell Miss Qin."

For major events in life, you must never do good deeds without leaving your name.

Although, even if he didn't open his mouth, Miss Qin would know that their master prepared it, but if he said one more thing, it was also sincere.

The porridge in other places is even more different from the porridge bought all the way to Pingjiang Tower.

They are all like their masters, they only do things and don't talk...

and many more!

Shenghua Pavilion!
The master said it was a birthday gift for the township lord, but that was also the place where the master asked Miss Qin to talk about things.

Fang Tian would never doubt Lin Fan's motive for giving away the pen and ink shop.

However, the birthday ceremony, finding a place, and arranging work for his uncle and aunt, these are actually not in conflict.

Fang Tian quietly looked at Lin Fan.

Their grandfather said "he has no other thoughts", but his actions were actually for Miss Qin's consideration.

Maybe it's because Grandpa is tempted and doesn't know it, maybe it's because Grandpa is used to being thoughtful, but he didn't leave a name anyway.

Obviously, Lord Xiang accepted the birthday gift, and their family also thanked Lord for the proper arrangement, but Miss Qin didn't know anything...

That's it, the bowl of porridge just now, the master still dislikes his talkativeness.

Next time, when the master doesn't know, he will talk more and praise him more in front of Miss Qin.

Miss Qin is so smart, she must have a pair of eyes to spot outstanding people.

In the East Garden, Qian'er opened the food box.

After all, it is cold at night, even if it is packed in a casserole, wrapped in a layer of cotton pads, and packed in a food box, at this moment, it will not be hot, only warm.

Two masters and servants, one served some, and sat down at the table.

For such an ordinary food as porridge, it is much more difficult to cook it well than delicacies from mountains and seas.

Qian'er took a sip and knew it would suit her girl's taste.

While using it, she thought: The Duke still understands it very well!It's not surprising that the melon can be twisted and understood.

Qin Luan sipped the porridge.

Obviously it's only this temperature, but Qin Luan feels that eating it in his mouth warms his heart.

No wonder there is such a word as "iron post".

How did you read that poem?

"Nie Tie frowns, and smiles like a hook."

In the middle of the night, Lin Fan asked for such a good bowl of porridge, how could she not smile?
　Note: Fan Chengda's "Fan Village Snow Queen"

　　Habits are still ashes, and love is not wet.

　　Enduring the cold and greedy to see the snow, taboo the old and strong to look for plums.

　　Tie Tie frowned, and smiled like a hook.

　　I always suspected that I was still alive, and a sentence came from time to time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)