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Under the trees, the shrubs are overgrown with weeds, and iron money ferns and moss are mottled over the rocks.

The light of the morning sun pours down through the dappled shadows of the trees.

Different from this quiet atmosphere, Chai Jue and Le Lin were full of doubts in their hearts.

The two looked at each other and quickly exchanged a tacit look.

Chai Jue was the first to ask: "Siamse, who designed this city gate?" ”

While talking, everyone passed by a yellow slippery tree, standing alone on the side of the road.

The tree grew much thicker than the usual coggy, and in late autumn and early winter, the branches were already bare, but the ground under the tree was a brilliant yellow color.

Gesa Siamda pointed to the tree and said, "This yellow slipper, with the gates, the walls, and the moat, existed before the little one was born. ”

The implication was that he didn't know who had designed the gates.

Or maybe he doesn't know it.

No matter what the situation is, Chai Jue can't help him.

Without thinking about it, he slowed down and enjoyed the scenery along the way.

At this time, I was passing by a farmland.

The orange-red sun rises from the distant horizon into the sky, and the misty earth seems to be painted with a layer of glow.

The light frost characteristic of early winter covers the stacks.

Chai Jue has also seen farmland.

In the Song Dynasty, in order to show that he was diligent and thrifty, loved the people and attached great importance to agricultural affairs, he set up a viewing hall and a silkworm palace in the palace.

In the Guanhua Hall behind the Imperial Garden, the official family plants rice in front of the palace every spring and harvests it after autumn.

When he was young, there were several times when Chai Jue accompanied the Queen Mother and the official family to farm together. But it was more of a ritual than a farming, and even the hoe used to plough the land was made of pure gold, with brocade tied to it.

He had never seen such unpretentious and natural farmland.

"Lelang" beside him also stopped, looked at the farmland, and stood up.

Chai Jue pushed him and quipped, "You must have never seen real farmland, right?" ”

Lelin didn't say a word.

Chai Jue didn't notice anything wrong, and said to himself: "I have not only seen it, but also cultivated it myself." ”

The tone was full of smugness.

However, for a long time, he never received a response from "Lelang".

Chai Jue looked at "him" in confusion and complained: "You have to reply to me: 'What's the big deal about this', and then I can answer." ”

Once upon a time, this kind of unrestrained teasing between each other has long become a unique pleasure between the two.

His eyes turned to "Lelang", only to find that "he" was staring at the farmland, his eyes were dumbfounded and stunned.

Chai Jue was very confused, and he also looked at the stack carefully, but he didn't find anything unusual.

Except for those weird strips of cloth.

On the field stacks of more than one foot square, a thin bamboo pole that is not long or short is inserted, and a gray-white linen cloth is tied on each bamboo pole, which is covered with a lot of dust, and seems to have experienced wind and sun again, only vaguely see that it is written on the marks such as A1, C2, and Ding.

"What's wrong?"

Chai Jue asked.

Lelin shook her head.

Chai Jue asked again: "What's wrong?" ”

Le Lin said: "Let's go." ”

With that, he strode to catch up with the Katha Siamse who was walking ahead.

"Siamse!" She shouted.

Hearing this, Gesar Siamse turned around and saw the young owner's solemn expression.

He stopped, smiled and asked, "What does the owner command?" ”

Pointing to the bamboo poles and linen strips on the farmland, Le Lin asked, "Who taught you this method?" ”

Gesa Siamse did not know why and said, "What did the owner say?" ”

"Experimental and control groups."

Le Lin's tone was solemn, and her eyes stared coldly at Gesar Siamda.

Gesa Siamse originally thought that Le Lin was a gentle and elegant person, but at this moment, in the person in front of him, he suddenly saw the shadow of his former owner Le Song.

He shook his head and said blankly: "The little one is lonely and unheard, and I don't know what the owner is talking about." ”

"What's the deal with the numbers on these strips?"

"It was ordered by the old boss," said Gesa Siamse confessed: "The old boss instructed his subordinates to do this when he was alive, and told others not to touch it, and the reason for this is really unknown to the younger ones. Later, the old owner passed away, and we didn't dare to touch these things, and the farmland has been empty until now. ”

After hearing this, Le Lin's face softened slightly, and then asked: "The old club you are talking about, is it my father?" ”

Ge Sa Siamse nodded and said, "It's the old marquis." ”

Le Lin thought for a while and asked him, "Is the person who assisted my father in doing these things still there?" ”

"For a long time, the old boss had only instructed his attendants, Uncle Zhi and Ah Fa, to do this. Uncle Zhi went to Hangzhou four years ago to visit relatives, and later his relatives sent a letter back, saying that he fell into the river while watching the tide of the Qiantang River and was swept away by the tide. ”

"What about Ah Fa?"

"About three and a half years ago, I heard that the old boss said that Ah Fa was greedy for the treasures in the mansion, so he drove him out of the mansion, and he was nowhere to be found. ”

Lelin's expression became even heavier.

Chai Jue whispered in her ear: "Why was it three or four years ago?" ”

Le Lin also quietly replied: "It's really too much of a coincidence. ”

"What's wrong with those strips of cloth?"

"Big mistake."

Le Lin said awe-inspiringly, her jade-like eyes were filled with a rare evil aura at the moment.

Chai Jue also frowned and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Instead of answering him, Lelin asked Gesa Siamda, "Did my father leave any handwritten documents, notes, or dossiers here?" ”

If this was really the controlled experiment she had in mind, there must be a record of the results.

Gesa Siamse thought about it and furrowed his eyebrows, making his eye sockets even deeper.

After a while, he said: "The old man often carries a small book at any time, and from time to time he writes something on it, and he writes many books, probably all of which are placed in the study." ”

"Where's the study?"

Le Lin asked busily.

"On the west side of the Zhuangzi," said Gesa Siamse, "at the opposite end of the field where the snowballs are planted." ”

Hearing this, Le Lin took Chai Jue's hand and trotted in the direction of the west.

Gesa Siamse followed closely behind, and asked in a loud voice, "Boss, don't you want to see the snowballs?" ”

"Let's go to the study first."

Lelin said decisively.

Chai Jue was also curious: "Didn't you say that Snowball can make a lot of money?" ”

"Notes in the study, earn more."

"Is that true?"

"Seriously."

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