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Mr. He felt that the matter was serious, and handed the news back to the imperial city as soon as possible, but Qian Weizhen came to Mrs. Zhen with a second letter containing a jackdaw picture.

Yangzhou County Shou Bao alone has been unable to withstand the wind of the run, and now even the common people have joined the ranks of the run, and the current bank committee in her hand is not enough to operate, please Qian Weizhen hurry up and allocate the silver no matter what.

The roof leak happened to rain overnight, and it was a wave of unevenness and wave after wave.

Qian Weizhen felt that he was embattled, and he didn't know where to start.

The big households in Yangzhou hadn't heard of it earlier, but they seemed to have appeared out of thin air, and they couldn't find out half of the clues. Huitong's squeeze and the inventory of the household department started at the same time, and it was clear that he could not take care of it.

Qian Weizhen has an intuition that he can set off huge waves in two places at the same time, and it is really the handiwork of Emperor Chongming to keep it bad. It's only to blame the magistrate of Jiangyin for being negligent, he didn't hear the wind and grass, and reported the matter to the capital as soon as possible, so that he could have a way to deal with it.

If it was really Emperor Chongming's subordinates who caused this turmoil, he was afraid that he would be targeted by others. Qian Weizhen didn't dare to touch the silver in the house for a while, and he couldn't solve Mrs. Zhen's urgent need, so he had to find out the whereabouts of Mr. Hou again, and ordered him to go down to see people in life and corpses in death.

Mrs. Zhen couldn't wait for the silver to arrive, so she had to put the large-denomination documents on hold for the time being, and first pick the small-denomination payment, and she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot every day, and the urgent letters were one after another.

Qian Weizhen searched for Mr. Hou's whereabouts in the Imperial City and Yangzhou Road for days, but Mr. Hou and the few secret guards sank into the sea without a trace of news.

Waiting left and right, Qian Wei really waited in a hurry, but waited for the secret report of his henchmen.

The Cao Gang quietly said that the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal was only twenty or thirty miles away from the imperial city, and there was a fight between the two forces of the people a few days ago.

Because Mr. Hou was on the boat branch of the Cao Gang, he suffered for no reason. The bottom of the boat was scuttled through, and a boatload of people fell into the water, and now the people and boats are slim, and there is no news.

Qian Weizhen was like waiting for a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and for a while it was like a blunt knife cutting into the flesh, and the taste of heartache was overwhelming. He clutched his chest and took another pill, gasping for breath, his face pale.

The henchman was frightened and wanted to find a doctor for him, but Qian Weizhen shouted continuously, and coldly ordered: "Don't make a noise, let alone spread it to the ears of Mrs. and Young Master, if you disobey, you will be beaten to death with a stick." ”

The little servant tearfully agreed, and poured him a cup of hot tea for him. Qian Weizhen sat with his chest covered for a while before he was able to relieve the pain in his chest. Ordered the little servant to immediately summon a few more dead soldiers in the house to come in.

Qian Weizhen instructed these people to set off immediately, to find out why the two forces of the Cao Gang on the Grand Canal were fighting that day, and then inquire about Mr. Hou's life and death, the important thing is to see where the luggage is scattered.

Mr. Hou's life was unbearable, but Qian Weizhen was worried that he would extract the silver taels in black and white.

If the handwritten letter is soaked in the river, everything will be fine. What I am most afraid of is falling into the hands of someone with a heart, and it is a conclusive evidence of my own crimes.

In the past two days, Mrs. Zhen's secret letter was three times in a row, one more urgent than the other, asking for money and asking for money to quickly dial the silver. The sticky family got the letter and sent Xu Yin Liang for emergency relief, but because of the rumor that Huitong was going to die, he refused to help.

Mrs. Zhen was lonely, not knowing that Qian Weizhen was in a difficult situation, so she blindly asked him for help.

The crisis in Yangzhou still exists, and if the position of the head of the household department cannot be kept, Qianzhuang is his only way out. Qian Weizhen thought about it, and he couldn't make the Huitong Money Bank he founded easily unable to operate.

Qian Weizhen couldn't sit still more and more in the mansion, and decided to take a risk. Seeing that it was dark again during the second watch, the carriage with the green curtain quietly went out of the back door, and after a few tosses, it came to the potholed path leading to the market in the north of the city.

The carriage moved on its front feet, and a black-clothed masked man followed silently on its back foot, like a ghost.

Qian Weizhen, who was dressed in disguise, got out of the car in front of the house, slipped in like a loach, and still stayed at the door as usual, leaving a few guards to guard the door, and went straight into the inner room.

The simple boxwood bookcase pushed the account books of those households, Qian Weizhen couldn't take care of it at this time, he swept them all on the ground with a sweep of his sleeve. Then he pulled a tall candlestick made of black iron on the table, and the sound of the mechanism being opened could be heard, and the wide futon in front of the bookcase slowly moved away, revealing the secret passage of the black iron.

Ah Cheng insisted on the candlestick to the head, and Qian Weizhen followed cautiously. I went down twenty or thirty steps along the secret passage, and at the end of it was an iron door.

Ah Cheng stepped aside, Qian Weizhen stepped forward and turned left and right, and the pictures of flowers and birds painted on the iron gate gradually closed. With a slight creak, the iron door slowly lifted upward, revealing a long secret passage.

Going down all the way down the secret passage, connecting three such iron gates, when the last heavy stone door opened, a piece of jeweled energy rushed to the face, and the eyes of the two black-clothed masked men who had been surrounding Qian Weizhen widened.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind. Qian Weizhen didn't expect that he had calculated everything, and the foothold of this secret had already fallen into Xia Yuzhi's sight. The two masters of the Hidden Dragon Guard followed all the way, easily following the treasure house.

Qian Weizhen entered the last stone gate, pointed to the boxes of silver stacked in the corner of the wall, explained to Ah Cheng, and ordered him to still look for the acquaintance who used to escort the dart tomorrow, and send two million pieces of silver to Huitong Qianzhuang first, temporarily relieving Mrs. Zhen's urgent need.

Ah Cheng bowed to the leader's order, silently counted, silently thinking about how to hire the least number of carriages, and transported the silver away without any apparent dew.

Qian Weizhen leaned against the wall, and in the faint light of the candlestick, he casually picked up a string of egg-sized sheep fat jade beads in a gilded box under his feet, rubbed it on his fingertips, and gazed at his life savings affectionately, feeling quite reluctant.

The premonition is so strong, this secret room of the house will surface sooner or later, and it is no longer safe to put things here. He frowned and carefully calculated, still lingering until the fourth watch, before returning to Shangshu Mansion.

said that as soon as Liu Ben returned to the house that day, he went to the main courtyard to find the big sticky family, and asked her to quickly repair the book for Sticky Yixian and closely monitor Chen Xinhua's every move.

Sticky Yixian received her aunt's secret letter, and couldn't think of a reason to come to the door for a while, so she ordered the maid to steam some lotus root powder osmanthus cake as a disguise, and took it to Chen Xinhua's main courtyard, which was called a taste for Brother Duan'er.

The lotus root flour cake in August is soft and sweet, and the layer of candied osmanthus is golden and delicate.

Chen Xinhua had just sent the housekeeper in the kitchen to arrange her father-in-law's banquet this evening, and she was having a moment of leisure. Looking at the sticky Yixian with the lotus root flour cake and entering the door, he smelled the tempting aroma and smiled intoxicated.