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Chapter 151
This carpenter Jiang's carpentry work can be said to be unmatched in this Le'an City.

About half a year ago, there was a down-and-out stranger who came from out of town and asked him to make a few marionettes for him to use as a puppet show.

Others look for him, mostly to make furniture, but few people know that this carpenter Jiang's craftsmanship of making puppets and wooden gadgets is also rare.

He just didn't have much to do at the time, so he agreed.

It took four full days to make five lively puppets for the stranger. The hands and feet are very flexible, and when the silk thread is pulled, it moves like a living person.

The stranger was very satisfied and fell in love with the puppet, and even thought of learning to make puppets with him.

Jiang Carpenter's good craftsmanship, if you don't want to find someone to pass it on, no one will believe it.However, his grandson Jiang Feng devoted himself to reading and had no interest in woodworking.

He had also accepted a few apprentices, but they all learned from him to make furniture. Now, I never thought that someone would learn to make puppets with him.

But this person was a stranger after all, and he had no intention of becoming a teacher, so Jiang Carpenter still politely refused him.

The man was not discouraged, and went to Jiang Carpenter's door for many days to ask for advice. Every time he came, he would bring a gift for him.

Later, Carpenter Jiang couldn't bear his grinding, so he promised to teach him the craft of making puppets.

The man used to perform puppet shows for a living, and he had some skills in making puppets. Now that he learned from Carpenter Jiang, he was even more amazed.

Half a year later, Carpenter Jiang felt that he was making puppets and had nothing else to teach him, so he told that person not to come again.

Then, the man said goodbye to Carpenter Jiang and left Le'an to go elsewhere.

After listening to the old carpenter's words, Jiang Feng couldn't help but frown: "Grandpa is saying, you don't know where that person is now?"

Carpenter Jiang shook his head: "The man came back to our Le'an a few days ago, and he also came to our house. I saw him dressed up, and now I think he is very beautiful."

"Then why did he come this time?"

"He found his home and said he hadn't seen me for a long time, and came to see me. But he sat in our house, drank two cups of tea, and left."

He Lingjiang looked at the puppet in the hands of the old carpenter and asked, "Could I be sure that this puppet was made by that person?"

Carpenter Jiang nodded affirmatively: "When that man made puppets, he had a habit of polishing his hands and feet a few more times to leave a unique arc."

He rubbed the puppet slightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Even if others will polish it here, it will not be exactly the same arc as he is used to leaving behind."

He didn't know if the person who harmed him was that person, but the weird puppet in his hand was inseparable from that person.

He Lingjiang took the puppet from his hand and looked carefully at the hands and feet, and he saw that.

"Since that person can manipulate puppets to carry coffins and snatch people, he must not be too far away from here. Old man knows where he will hide?"

Carpenter Jiang thought for a while, and then said: "I remember his residence, it's not far away, but I don't know if the others are still there now, can you come with me to see the lady?"

"Okay." He Lingjiang nodded, turned his head again, and said to the poet He, "Fourth uncle will send a letter to He Zheng and the others, I promise to delay for a while."

Hearing the words, Poet He shook his head: "I am with you."

This puppet carrying the coffin, and the puppet master who manipulated the puppet behind him sounded really evil, so he had to follow to be relieved.

He Lingjiang's face condensed: "If we don't go back when we arrive, He Zheng and the others should be worried."

"Don't worry, I'll arrange it."

After Poet He finished speaking, he took out a jade pendant from his sleeve and handed it to the stall owner who was limp aside with dozens of copper coins: "Boss, please take the token and send a message for me."

"Just say that Mrs. Liu and I will delay for a while, so they can rest assured that we will find them later."

Then, he explained how to find He Zheng and the others, and how to deal with them.

The stall owner was a little unhappy in his heart. He still has a stall here. When he saw the copper coins handed over by Poet He, he couldn't help but move.

The time to eat early was almost over, and he would have to close the stall soon, so he would run a errand for them.

He stretched out his hand to receive what the poet handed him.

Poet He put the jade pendant and the copper coin into his hands: "You have to pass it on honestly. You set up a stall here every day. If you receive the money but don't do anything, you can run away from the temple."

As he said that, he pointed at He Lingjiang with his chin again: "You also looked at it, that little lady's knives are not bad, if you provoke her..."

His words were not exhausted, but the meaning was self-evident. How could the stall owner not understand?
"Langjun can rest assured that a certain will tell the truth."

Poet He blinked at He Lingjiang: "It's arranged, let's go."

Jiang Carpenter and his party went to the man's residence, and the man who wanted to watch the fun, fell behind them secretly.

The place where the man lived was not far from the west of the city, and after a few turns, everyone came to a lonely house.

It seemed that the house had been left unattended for a long time, and a lot of weeds had grown in the yard. The whole yard was quiet and there was no sound of people.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, that person is not here, right?
He Lingjiang stretched out his index finger and snorted, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Then, she pushed open the wooden door and walked into the courtyard.

The skirt slid slowly through the grass, like the wind blowing through the grass.

He Lingjiang stepped up the steps, stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door, the sunlight outside poured in from the door, and the room suddenly lit up.

I saw a middle-aged man in a cloak sitting cross-legged inside, holding a puppet in his hand, just about to cast a spell.

Hearing the movement at the door, he paused and turned around to ask, "Who are you?"

He Lingjiang didn't answer, just avoided the sun, closed his umbrella, and entered the house.

The man's face sank, and there was a bit of gloom in his eyes. He was about to start when he heard a voice calling: "Zhang Su."

He looked in disbelief, and saw Carpenter Jiang, who was supposed to be lying in the coffin, came to the door with steady steps.

The middle-aged man named Zhang Su narrowed his eyes. With a move of his hand, he was about to put the puppet into his sleeve, but He Lingjiang moved faster than him, and with a flash, he snatched the puppet from his hand. come over.

Jiang Feng took two steps forward and saw that the old carpenter's birthday was actually engraved on the puppet.

(End of this chapter)