Zhang Jizu, who was not sleepy, looked at the small book he got by chance, and the more he flipped through it, the more confused he became, not that there were any words recorded on it that were puzzling, but that most of the contents marked on the small book were numbers, such as A and B, three thousand, the autumn of the eighth year of the Republic of China, and then Ding Erjia, ten thousand, the winter of the sixth year of the Republic of China, and so on, but I couldn't see anything, but I could basically conclude that this should be an account book, and another discovery was that from the handwriting of this account book, it seemed to be the handwriting of the old man of the Zhang family. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I have so many shops in my family, but I have never seen my father keep accounts in person, so it must be something more important." Thinking of this, Zhang Jizu turned the small book to the last page, and there was only one record on this page: Ding Liujia, 50,000, the spring of the thirteenth year of the Republic of China.

"The thirteenth year of the Republic of China, the thirteenth year of the Republic of China......" Zhang Jizu calculated the year in his heart alone, and suddenly he thought of "Isn't the thirteenth year of the Republic of China exactly this year?" In other words, this account was kept in the old man until the spring of this year, and it was no more than a month from now, and a month later, my father actually died of illness. How is this possible? There must be something wrong with this. Zhang Jizu closed the ledger and put it in his pocket again, and then lay on the bed and thought about it, trying to analyze the reason, but thinking about it could only be some cranky thoughts, still clueless, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he fell asleep unconsciously.

When he woke up, it was already dawn, Zhang Jizu turned over and got out of bed, only then did he feel sore, it was estimated that it was caused by yesterday's rush, he looked at the ground, and did not see Ali, only the bedding was neatly put aside. Zhang Jizu came out of the house, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, it turned out to be more than nine o'clock, but the valley where the cemetery is located is still so quiet, Zhang Jizu came to the grave of his father along the stone road, kowtowed to his father three more times, and said to himself: "Dad, why did you die?" The child knows that you must have grievances, but can you give your son a hint? ”

Then Zhang Jizu took out the small ledger again, flipped through it randomly, and muttered: "What is recorded in this small book, is it that my father hid it on that big tree, is it just waiting for me to find it?" ”

"Young Master, Young Master!" Suddenly, Ali's shout interrupted Zhang Jizu's thoughts, Zhang Jizu stood up and raised his head to see Ali running over, "Young master, it turns out that you are here, I just chopped some firewood and came back to find that you were not in the house, so I came everywhere to find the young master." Ali wiped his sweat with his sleeve as he spoke, but the iron ring with the key in Ali's hand attracted Zhang Jizu's attention.

"Ali, wait a minute, give me the iron ring in your hand." Zhang Jizu seemed to have discovered something and said eagerly.

Ali didn't know what the situation was, but since the young master commanded, he handed the iron ring to Zhang Jizu. Zhang Jizu took the iron ring and looked at it carefully, this time in the sunlight, he could see the words engraved on the small iron ring clearly: C, A, B, D, but there was no inscription under the small hole in the middle of the key, this arrangement was a bit strange, Zhang Jizu thought about it again, and then asked Ali: "Ali, did you use that key to open the lock on the door of the house?" Ali touched the back of his head and thought about it, then looked at the iron ring again, and then pointed to the unengraved key in the middle and said, "I remember, it should be, it should be this key." ”

"That's right!" Zhang Jizu said a word, took a big step and walked in the direction of the townhouse, Ali was even more confused by Zhang Jizu's actions, so he followed Zhang Jizu and rushed back to the townhouse.

Before coming to the townhouse, Zhang Jizu did not return to the room where he lived with Ali, but walked to the outside of a warehouse with doors and no windows next to the room that was opened with a key last night, and took the key ring in his hand to the right, inserted the key marked with the word "A" into the keyhole and turned it gently, and the lock actually opened with a "snap", it seems that his judgment is right, there are five keys on the iron ring, but it does not include the one where he and Ali live, the five keys correspond to the remaining five rooms of the townhouse, In the middle of the room without an inscription mark as the middle, in the order of left is the top and then the bottom, there are two rooms A and C on the left, and two rooms B and D on the right. It's not surprising that the order of the rooms is marked in a similar way to Daddy's, but it's doubtful why there are only five rooms on the hoop when there are six rooms. Could it be that someone deliberately left the door for Zhang Jizu and them? And then there is the clear water and white rice, and the clean bedding, what is going on? One puzzle after another came to mind, but it was confusing. And in the face of the black room that has been opened in front of him, Zhang Jizu's heart is pounding, who knows what will be in this strange room, Zhang Jizu gently took off the lock, and pushed the door open with his other hand, a damp breath came to his nose, Zhang Jizu hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and took a few steps back, wanting to wait for the turbidity in the room to disperse before entering.

"Young master, maybe this house has no windows, and it can't get sunlight for a long time, and the humidity is too heavy. Let's go in first. Ali came up and said.

"Ali, wait a minute, ......" Zhang Jizu wanted to stop Ali and ask him to get the lantern first, because the warehouse has no windows, the light must be very dim, but before the words were finished, Ali rushed into the warehouse in a few steps, Zhang Jizu could only run back to the house immediately to carry the lantern, and hurriedly chased Ali into the warehouse, just came Zhang Jizu's eyes were still a little uncomfortable, and his eyes were full of black light, so he was ready to turn on the lantern, Zhang Jizu's hand just put on the paddle of the lighter, just about to exert force, Suddenly, a big hand tightly grasped Zhang Jizu's arm, and then a human face came up in the dark, startling Zhang Jizu.

"Young master, don't be afraid, I'm Ali." A familiar voice came into his ears, it turned out to be Ali, and Zhang Jizu breathed a sigh of relief.

Ali then lowered his voice and said, "Young master, don't start a fire, here, here is all oil." This sentence shocked Zhang Jizu into a cold sweat, if Ah Li hadn't reminded him in time, if the fire ignited the oil here, then the two of them would have to become roast chickens.

After a while, Zhang Jizu's eyes have slowly adapted to the darkness, and some of the scenes in front of him can be roughly distinguished, this is indeed a warehouse, but it seems to be much larger than the room they live in, Zhang Jizu carefully walked a few steps forward, the ground is very strong, it should be cement, that is, the cement ground, now this material is still very rare in China, generally only to prevent rats and ants will be used, so what will this warehouse be used to store?

"Young master, all those oils are in the whole jar, all of them are placed on the shelves in front of them, and they seem to be vegetable oil." Ali said again.

"Is it necessary to store vegetable oil in the cemetery?" Zhang Jizu thought suspiciously, but he didn't stop at his feet, and sure enough, a row of shelves appeared in front of him, and he touched it with his hand, it should be iron, the shelves have three layers, and each layer is divided into more than a dozen grids, and each grid is upright with a black jar.

"This will never be a barn for vegetable oil." Zhang Jizu blurted out, and then he picked up the nearest jar to him, smelled it, it was indeed the smell of vegetable oil, and shook it again, a little heavy, but there seemed to be something else in the jar. However, it is too dark and full of flammable materials, so it is really unsafe, so it is better to retreat outside. So Zhang Jizu hugged the black jar and beckoned Ah Li, and the two retreated, and then asked Ah Li to lock the door of the warehouse again, and then returned to the house.