Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 495 Written Confession
"Didn't you go to ask the doctor for the consultation fee?" Pei Ye was surprised and reminded enthusiastically, "I took almost fifty taels of silver."

Yan Feiqing raised his head and looked at the young man who walked into the courtyard. He was silent for the first time and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Then Pei Ye looked at him, also silent, frowned and said: ".You don't want to ask me for it, do you?"

Yang Zhenbing stopped the sound of the sword at this time: "The kitten is back."

Seeing that Yan Feiqing didn't seem to have this idea, Pei Ye relaxed his expression and said with a smile: "Brother Yan and Brother Yang, I have an idea for the name of the courtyard at the entrance - have you read the new sword review in "Chang'an Sword Affairs"? The person said that there are only three of us who are amazing..."

Yang Zhenbing put down his sword and walked over, standing beside Pei Ye, slowly stretched out his hands towards the black cat, and waited with his palms in the air.

The black cat looked at him calmly, and he also looked at the black cat expressionlessly.

"So I think the three of us can be called the 'Three Swordsmen of the Tang Dynasty'." Pei Ye regained some of the feeling of reading storybooks when he was a child. "Brother Yan, you are the ninth in the Crane and Duck Volume, and Brother Yang is the nineteenth. I am not much different, so why not call this courtyard 'The Residence of the Three Swordsmen of the Tang Dynasty'."

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The courtyard was silent.

Pei Ye picked up the black cat and placed it on Yang Zhenbing's palm: "Brother Yang, do you think it's okay?"

Yang Zhenbing's body tensed up, and he stared at his palm without moving: "Okay."

Pei Ye smiled with satisfaction and looked at Yan Feiqing: "Since Brother Yan has no objection, come and write it. We agreed on it last time."

Yan Feiqing was silent for a moment. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he said tiredly, "Write it yourself."

Pei Ye did not want to spoil the fun, he picked up his pen and ink and went outside the yard to write seriously, then tilted his head to admire his masterpiece.

Starting from today, Pei Ye spent two days of regular and stable days in the Sword Academy. He learned sword skills and attended classes, and practiced sword skills with Yang Zhenbing in the sword field. Of course, he could not avoid being asked by Wang Shousi with squinted eyes while holding the sword review, "Who is actually opening the screen?" and so on. At the end, he casually asked him if he had any other poetry and sword clubs to introduce.

When he met Ning Shuhong, he seriously told her that next time there was such a murder, he must call her along.

Two days passed like this. On the third day, after Pei Ye finished his morning class, he received a short note from outside. Pei Ye took it and saw that the handwriting was from Xie Chuantang and the seal was from Jingzhao Prefecture.

"Taiping Wharf, there has been some progress in the case, you can come."

When Pei Ye returned to the dock, everything became orderly and bright. Constables and clerks in official uniforms were busy walking around, and all kinds of things were classified and recorded, and then finally summarized in the house where the man in red was in charge.

Everyone knows that Lord Di is going to be promoted. Lu Yugu has been dismissed from his official position. The counterattack in the court is now extremely fierce. When this case is concluded, it will be time for Di Jiu to change from red clothes to purple clothes.

Pei Ye did not go in to say hello, but went straight down the dock and came to the riverside warehouse. Xie Chuantang was standing there, still in the same clothes, with an upright figure, a sword on his waist, and a horse whip in his hand.

Hearing footsteps, he raised his head and said, "Since your arm is not fully healed yet, there is no need to rush over."

"It's okay to stay here." Pei Ye looked at her, "Have you found that person?"

Xie Chuantang was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "Master Di said we'll talk about the Huanlou later."

Pei Ye nodded: "Let's close this case first, and then we'll do it together."

Xie Chuantang took a breath and pointed, "Let's talk about the case: We have been counting and checking for two days, and we have probably found a clue hidden underneath."

"what?"

"It is rumored that the Taipingcao Gang has an 'Inner Hall'. It is small in number, but all of them are powerful and only take orders from Qiu Tianyu himself. We checked the number of people and the confessions and found that there is indeed such a hall."

"But it's gone?"

"No, they all died in the crackdown that night, and you killed half of them." Xie Chuantang said, "We traced the identities of these people, and many of them had no origins."

"Just like Qiu Tianyu, a master who suddenly appeared."

"almost."

"That's the retired sergeant from the north." "Lord Di said the same thing."

"What do these people usually do?" Pei Ye asked sharply.

Xie Chuantang looked at him and said, "From the confessions of many people and our own verification, we found that such a hall is not actually in charge of the 'Winter Prison'."

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"He didn't even protect Qiu Tianyu personally, nor did he disperse to other halls for monitoring."

"Them"

"Responsible for the loading and unloading of canal transportation."

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Pei Ye suddenly understood.

He secretly ran the Winter Prison, but all the money he earned was lost. So the purpose of Qiu Tianyu establishing the Taiping Canal Gang was of course the canal transportation itself.

It's taken for granted.

"Is there anything unusual with the canal transportation?" Pei Ye asked immediately.

"We checked almost everything and found nothing unusual. The goods and the account books all matched." Xie Chuantang shook his head and handed him a confession. "Until today, we finally found someone who knew the truth."

Pei Ye looked down and saw a record with very fresh ink.

"Name."

"Zhang Ercai."

"age."

"Today is forty-six."

"A draught worker?"

"Yes, sir. I live in Chang'anfang and have been working as a helper at the dock for almost six years. I am well fed and clothed here and my wages are paid quickly, so I have been working here all the time."

"Tell me, what did you see on the west bank of the pier that night?"

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Zhang Ercai had worked at Taiping Wharf for five years and had never been disobedient.

If asked to work harder, he would work harder. If asked to work harder, he would work harder. His parents, wife, and children at home all depended on this hard labor salary. Even if he searched the entire huge city of Chang'an, he would not be able to find an employer who would pay so generously.

So when those cold-faced stewards with swords warned him not to approach the east and west banks, Zhang Er nodded repeatedly. He had been working silently at the South Bank Wharf for five years and eight months, loading and unloading goods straight back and forth. Taiping Wharf was very large, and most of the boatmen, like him, only worked in this quarter of the area.

However, as one of the canal workers who had been there the longest, Zhang Ercai could not help but hear and see some rules.

The east bank was heavily guarded, and no one was allowed to approach from a distance. From time to time, a tightly sealed carriage would drive in, and then drive out quietly on two wheels. Very occasionally, he seemed to hear faint crying inside, but the next moment, he was kicked down and told to get out with a knife pointed at him. Another time, he heard a man holding up an official waist badge to show off, saying something like "Golden Guards" and so on.

The west bank is not so forbidden to approach, but it is the narrowest part of the Caohe River, no boats stop there, and naturally no one goes there.

It was only after working there for four years that Zhang Er realized that a large ship would dock there late at night.

That was the first month that he had brought his neighbor Erlang to do this job. The young man was in his early twenties, had not finished his studies, and was not good at martial arts. He usually hung out with those knights. Fortunately, he was still strong, so the neighbor asked him to find a way out.

Unexpectedly, he made a mistake in the first month.

(End of this chapter)