A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

The shopkeeper of the grain store looked aggrieved and uninformed, "I really don't know, sir. Believe me, my boss's sister is really messy in the relationship between men and women. She often brings men back. My boss is not at home, and his wife is in charge." If we can’t control her, we servants will not dare to control her.”

In ancient times, especially business people were very particular about feng shui, luck, and were taboo about women. He actually let a woman mess around in the backyard. If there wasn't a lot of food in front of it, Yeats almost thought it was a hidden kiln.

This phenomenon is very unreasonable.It's unreasonable, yet it exists.Everything that exists must have a reason.

Yeats asked again, "Where is your employer?"

"Going to the south to collect grain."

"How often do you collect them, how long does each collection take, and how long do you stay in the shop after you come back?"

Yeats asked three questions in succession.

"Sir, it's once every two months. It takes more than 40 days to go back and forth each time. It only lasts about ten and a half days in the shop. This time, our boss happened to go to the south. He has only been away for less than ten days."

"In other words, it will take another month for your boss to come back."

"Sir, that's the way it should be."

Yeats asked a lot of questions, but the shopkeeper of the grain store responded in a clear and logical manner, without looking at all flustered.

Seeing his reaction calmly, Yeats spoke again and asked leisurely, "A grain store like yours must have been in business for many years!"

Regarding this question, the shopkeeper of the grain store obviously paused for a moment before replying, "Sir, it hasn't been long, only five or six years."

Yeats deliberately glanced around the shop, "Five or six years have passed. Your boss doesn't have a fixed supplier. Do you still need to do it yourself every time?"

"This... is a small business. The owner is afraid that good and bad grain dealers will mix up and affect Xiao Ji's reputation, so he has always done it himself."

Yeats seemed to believe what he said and nodded slightly, "Bring over the account book."

The shopkeeper of the grain store stood still.

"Dali Temple handles cases, but the shopkeeper doesn't understand?"

"This...has nothing to do with the case, right?"

"It doesn't matter if you say it doesn't matter?"

"No...no, that's not what I meant..."

Yeats' face turned cold and he said with authority, "Dali Temple is handling the case. It's not your turn to question it yet. If you don't want to take it, then take it to Dali Temple."

The shopkeeper of the grain store was so frightened that he had to go to the counter and take out the account book, and handed it to Yeats with a shaking voice, "Sir... Your Majesty..."

Yeats took the account book and opened it. The content inside was the same as what she saw the day before yesterday. She raised her eyes and looked at the shopkeeper of the grain store. During the time period between buying and selling, the color and density of the handwriting and ink had hardly changed. At first glance, it was a fake account book.

Is this fake account book related to Feng Xiao?Are the shopkeeper of the grain store and Feng Xiao the same group?Or is there something wrong with the shop itself?
Yeats calmly looked around the food shop again and stood up, "If anyone suspicious comes, report it to Dali Temple immediately."

"Yes, that's for sure..."

The shopkeeper of the grain store stood at the door of the shop and respectfully sent people away until they disappeared. Then he turned around and said with a shrewd and sophisticated eye, "You guys keep the door safe."

"Yes, the shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper of the grain store looked at the shop and saw that the clerks in the shop were doing their own thing, and then he hurried up to the attic.

In the attic, there sat a man in black wearing a silver mask. He cautiously stepped forward and saluted, "Master, he's gone."

"What did the man named Ye ask when he came?"

"Go back to the master, ask the boss, and look at the account books."

The man in black mask asked again: "Do you think he found something?"

The shopkeeper of the grain store thought for a moment and then said, "Xiao Jue's surname is Ye, who is very shrewd. He probably saw something wrong with the account books."

The black-clothed mask snorted gloomily: "Really?" The shopkeeper was frightened to death and quickly knelt down, "Back to the master, I just think... don't worry, this account book is exactly the same as the one I saw on the day Taozhi Niang died, there must be no problem. .”

"If there is any problem, I will sacrifice your life."

The shopkeeper was so frightened that his face turned pale.

On the way, Teng Chong asked: "Brother Ye, do you see anything wrong with the account books?"

"This shop is either a grain shop or a grain shop."

"..." Teng Chong, Zhang Jin and others didn't understand, so they all looked at Yeats, waiting for her to explain.

Yeats kept walking and did not respond to them.

Teng Chong was anxious and moved to her side, "Brother Ye, what do you mean?"

Yeats shook his head, "It's hard to say."

"Why is it so hard to talk about it?" There were people who didn't understand before. Xiaodi Ye would tell them everything, so why did he refuse to talk about this case?

Several people stared at Yeats eagerly.

She scratched her scalp, but had no choice but to wave. Several people quickly gathered around Yeats. She whispered something, and they were shocked after hearing this.

Teng Chong murmured, "Lu Sicheng is my cousin-in-law. He specially put me in the case investigation department of the capital just to avoid getting involved in these things. Now..."

Yeats also sighed. She didn't want to get involved in the court or officialdom. She just wanted to handle the cases of ordinary people, redress their injustices and seek justice for the deceased.

"Then what should we do now?" Teng Chong came to his senses and asked, "How about transferring the case to the Serious Case Department of the Beijing Ministry of Justice?"

Yeats replied: "Master Shaoqing disagrees."

Teng Chong was a little at a loss and a little excited, "The northern businessman who killed Feng Xiao is also dead. Are we going to find the murderer of the northern businessman now?"

"There's no need to look for him, he's dead."

Teng Chong and others did not know that the man in black had been intercepted by Zhao Qian's people and committed suicide before he could escape.

"Then let's..." In the past, to solve a case, as long as the murderer was caught, the case would be closed. Now, people will die wherever the case is investigated?
Zhang Jin asked doubtfully: "If we keep investigating and people keep dying, won't it become an unsolved case?"

Yeats turned around and glanced at the grain store in the distance, "If we pull out the root of the murder, there may be no more deaths."

"What are roots?"

It's weird, what little brother Ye said is weird.

Yeats did not return to Teng Chong, but turned to Qin Dachuan, "Uncle Qin, where can I find that informant?"

"Near Hongxiaoyuan."

Yeats frowned, "It's a slum there."

Qin Dachuan nodded, "These people have nothing. They either have some strength or some cleverness. Anyway, they can make ends meet and not starve to death."

Teng Chong asked, "Brother Ye, who is the informant you are looking for..."

"Another northern merchant."

Without further ado, Yeats and others quickly went to find the informant and inquired about the place where the young man lived. By the time they arrived, the man had been killed in the rented Datong shop.

The refugee who lived with him was shocked, "I was talking to him just a while ago, and he said he was going to the dock to see if there was any bag-carrying job to earn some dinner money."

Several people looked at each other, and Teng Chong couldn't help but want to slap himself in the face. He shouldn't have said that one of them would be killed after being investigated. Now, it would be better, knowing that the informant of the northern businessman was dead.

"Where the other northern merchant is, now we don't know."