After He Zheng left, Fang Ling called Meng Zhiyuan and asked about what happened just now.

Meng Zhiyuan immediately replied: "The minister also just heard about this matter and was about to report it." ”

Fang Ling was not surprised that he only knew about this now, because Meng Zhiyuan was in charge of various industries outside the fiefdom, so he had been walking around for the past three years, and Wang Du had only been in one place for half a month, and he had just returned to Bingzhou City recently, so there were a lot of things in the shop that needed to be accounted for and dealt with, so he asked: "What are we going to give for the fiftieth birthday of the Assassin History?"

Meng Zhiyuan replied: "The minister is going to send three hundred taels of silver to Lord Changshi, and then ask Lord Changshi to give a fine jade to Cheng Tingshi." Although Cheng Tingshi is greedy for money, he is also cautious, not everyone will accept what he sends, and it is generally only for everyone in the wang clan, although our Tianjin Silk Village operates high-grade silk, but there is no power at all, so I am afraid he will not accept direct gifts. ”

Fang Ling bowed slightly, and asked again, "How much do you know about the Mo family's wooden kite?"

Meng Zhiyuan frowned and said: "What the minister knows about this matter is only the fur, but the time that the minister has spent in Bingzhou in the past three years is not short, and he is also well-informed in all aspects, and I really haven't heard that Mo Chenggang is good at the art of organs, but it is not impossible." ”

Fang Ling narrowed his eyes and asked, "Then do you think someone will deliberately manipulate him?"

Meng Zhiyuan thought for a moment before saying: "The craftsmanship of the Mo family is not only famous in the whole state, but also in the entire north, and even the He family has business dealings with the Mo family, exporting its handmade products to the surrounding cities. I have also met Mo Chenggang once, he is quite upright, but this person is also very careful, although he has not bribed officials, but he will not offend people because of this, after all, the people who buy these handmade products are the wives and ladies of high-ranking officials and nobles, so the petty officials dare not make trouble. If it really said that someone was going to attack him, there was only one person who could think of him. ”

"Who is it?" Fang Ling asked.

Meng Zhiyuan replied: "Mo Chenggang's own brother Mo Weiyong. ”

"Oh, his own brother?" Fang Ling said in surprise.

Meng Zhiyuan replied: "Although the craftsmanship of the Mo family is passed down from generation to generation, some of the most core things are only passed on to the descendants of the descendants, and it is said that the most exquisite techniques are passed down from the previous master to the next master, and only one person can master it. Although Mo Weiyong is the eldest son, not only has a very small heart, but also behaves quite dissolutely, when he was young, he liked to wander around the Qinglou and mix with those gentlemen, so more than ten years ago, it was Mo Chenggang, who had a calm personality, who became the head of the family and got this secret craft, so over the years, Mo Weiyong has been obsessed with this matter, and all kinds of things are in opposition to Mo Chenggang. ”

Fang Ling's heart lit up and said: "What do you mean, Mo Weiyong deliberately said that Mo Chenggang would make this wooden kite, and then ordered him to make it through Cheng Xianzhi's mouth, but if Mo Chenggang can't hand over this wooden kite on his birthday, then he will get into trouble, and then Mo Weiyong can take the opportunity to replace it!"

Meng Zhiyuan bowed his head slightly and said, "According to what the minister thinks, this is the greatest possibility." ”

Fang Ling thought about it for a while, and didn't express any thoughts, just asked Meng Zhiyuan to find some people to inquire carefully to see if he could collect more information.

Originally, the affairs of the Mo family didn't have much to do with him, but if Mo Chenggang really knew how to do tricks, if he could use it for his own use, it would definitely be a rare good thing.

In the future, in order to seek hegemony, the role of weapons on the battlefield is undoubted, if you want to have fewer enemies, in addition to well-trained soldiers, strange strategies, but also have weapons that keep pace with the times.

What's more, he also promised Mo Xiang to help solve her problems, so it is reasonable to be reasonable, this matter cannot be left alone.

Fortunately, the guys in Tianjin Silk Village are all good players selected from the fiefdom, and in addition to having a martial arts foundation, they are also quite clever, and they are familiar with the petty officials who ask for bribes, so it is naturally much more convenient to inquire about information.

With Meng Zhiyuan in charge of collecting information on his birthday, Fang Ling was relieved and went back to his room to sleep well, if he wanted his body to recover a long time ago, it was necessary to rest on time.

On the morning of the second day, according to the appointed time, Fang Ling came to the Mojia handicraft shop located on North Street.

The Mo family handicraft shop is a shop specializing in handmade products, a total of four shops, very wide, in fact, it is located at the back of the Mo family's mansion, the pillars outside the door are obviously repainted with red paint, but can not see half of the vicissitudes of life.

There are a lot of things sold in the shop, which are mainly divided into two parts, one part is a variety of woodware, such as handmade jewelry, with a variety of styles, and the materials are low-grade wood products and high-grade wood products, and the larger ones have tables, chairs and stools, and there are many types. Update the fastest mobile phone: ://

The other part is a special rouge gouache, although the quantity is not much, but because of the unique process, it is quite popular with women in the city, and Changcheng was sold out as soon as it was put out.

Fang Ling came with Song Ying'er, and Xiao Qing, who was waiting outside the shop, was taken aback when she saw that Fang Ling had a delicate beauty beside her who was not inferior to Miss Yu.

However, she still followed the instructions, led Fang Ling and the others to the shop, and found the old shopkeeper who managed the shop.

It is rare to have the opportunity to buy all kinds of special rouge gouache through a relationship, and with Fang Ling, a master who is not short of money, by her side, Song Ying'er is naturally unrelenting, and asks for more than a dozen rouge gouaches in one go, two of which are customized, and of course a few are also bought back and given away.

After buying gouache, Song Ying'er went back to the silk village first, and Fang Ling and Xiaoqing walked into the Mo family's mansion through the back door.

Although Fang Ling trusted Song Ying'er very much, after all, it was Mo Xiang who had a problem, so it was not easy to bring many people there.

With a history of more than 300 years, the Mojia mansion can be described as full of green trees, the ancient road is barrage, and there is a kind of historical charm everywhere, although there are no people along the way, but it does not feel deserted at all, and the various buildings passing by show the superb craftsmanship of the craftsmen.

After a while, the two of them came to a small hall, and walked through the corridor on the side of the hall into a small room.

The small room was furnished with several tables and chairs, calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls, fine porcelain was placed on the high stool, and on one of the chairs was a beautiful woman.

Mo Xiang was wearing a slim long skirt with light blue color, green silk like a waterfall, and a delicate face like a flower, when she saw Fang Ling coming, she got up and said sincerely: "Fang Gongzi came as promised, and the little woman is deeply grateful." ”

Fang Ling smiled slightly: "Miss Mo is serious, this word of gratitude will not be too late until I finish solving that problem." ”

Mo Xiang gestured to Xiao Lan on the side, only to see Xiao Lan walking over with an object, which was covered with a big red cloth, so he couldn't see what it was.

It wasn't until she placed the object on the table and removed the red cloth that Fang Ling realized that it was a foot-long wooden box.

It is said to be a wooden box, which is different from ordinary wooden boxes, each side is obviously made of a whole material from the texture, however, each side is neatly cut into small squares, and the whole box seems to be made of a bunch of boxy small wooden blocks.

"This is ......," Fang Ling couldn't help but be surprised.

Mo Xiang said: "This is the problem that plagues the little woman, because the little woman can't find the trick to open this box no matter what. ”

Fang Ling picked up the wooden box, and as soon as he started it, he felt heavy, and then looked at the wood "color" carefully, this texture, smelled the smell, and said with some surprise: "This is actually a thousand-year-old iron wood!"

The name of ironwood is that this kind of wood is as hard as steel, and ironwood is hard every year it grows, this thousand-year-old ironwood, the wood grain is deep, calm as ink, not to mention that it is difficult to move with ordinary swords, I am afraid that it is difficult to cut a knife on it with fire-patterned horns.

However, this ironwood box was actually cut into small squares by a sharp weapon and then put together, the gaps in its connection were impermeable, and no matter how thin the blade was, it was difficult to penetrate, and its craftsmanship was so strong that it was simply shocking, and Fang Ling was even more curious about what kind of things would be hidden in such a treasure box.

He asked, "Does Miss Mo know what's in this ironwood box?"

Mo Xiang shook his head slightly and said: "This is the ancestral heirloom of our Mo family, but we have not recorded in detail what is hidden in it, just because I don't know, I don't dare to come rashly, so I can only study where this opening is." ”

Fang Ling picked up the ironwood box and looked at it over and over, stretched out his hand and pressed on each small square, and found that each piece was very strong and hard, and there was no possibility of concave at all, not so much that it was a box, but a large piece of ironwood.

Mo Xiang said on the side: "The little woman also thinks that the switch must be on the small square, but it is definitely not possible to press a small square alone, so it may be 2, 3, 4 or more small squares at the same time. ”

Fang Ling nodded when she heard this, no wonder Mo Xiang had spent five years, it turned out that she was testing whether the combination of each block was a switch, since she had already made all her choices, then the method of opening this ironwood box was definitely not in the combination of quantity. Starting

However, this box is just such a small piece, and the only thing that can be associated with the method of opening is this block, since the combination of quantities is not good, then what will the method of opening have to do with it?

Fang Ling pondered for a while, but couldn't figure out what to do, and finally asked, "Who is this ironwood box from?"

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