Blame yourself?

No way.

Han Jiang thought to himself, not to mention that his identity is there, even if ordinary people want to blame it at this time, it is impossible.

Then there is another hidden story.

Thinking of this, Han Jiang commanded: "Han Si." ”

"Shaojun, I'm here." Han Si was also confused, why did he suddenly catch fire.

Han Wu stepped forward at this time: "Shaojun, all the shelves in the store are full of barrels, and judging from the traces of the fire, it is tung oil. ”

Han Jiang answered, and only ordered: "Han Hei go to the back hall to look for it, there must be no corpse, I want to see that wood carving." ”

"Yes."

Han Si led people to the location of the back hall.

There is no pile of tung oil in the back hall, but the house is destroyed but everything is not burned to ashes, even if it is burned, it is good to find a little residue.

Han Jiang obviously guessed wrong.

Among the ashes in the front room was a charred corpse.

At this time, a carriage arrived, and Fan Niande, the prisoner of Huainan East Road and the governor of Yangzhou, arrived.

Wang Kexuan, who fainted and was sent to the hospital, came back.

Fan Niande didn't look at Han Jiang, but just ordered: "The state government investigates the case, and no one else leaves." ”

Many ordinary people began to retreat, and those who had been involved in the firefighting saw that their own shops had not been affected, and they also left.

Only Han Si still led people to inspect the back hall, the ordinary wood carving.

A catcher stepped forward to let Han Si leave, but at this time, a person pushed away the crowd and stepped forward: "The angel is on an errand, and the Yangzhou Mansion is leaving." After shouting, the two people behind him each held up a token.

There are two tokens, one is the token of the Imperial Front Division of the palace, and the other is the token of the guard of the Jiawang Mansion.

It turned out to be Yu Renmei.

Since leaving Lin'an Mansion, Yu Renmei has ignored other things except for arranging necessary patrols and duties every day, and she has rarely had contact with other people.

It can be said that the person with the least sense of presence on this trip.

At this time, he suddenly stood up, and he was the errand of the Yangzhou Yamen for Han Jiang, which made Han Jiang very surprised.

The roots of Fan Niande's teeth were bleeding, but he couldn't carry Yu Renmei at this time.

Yu Renmei is just a five-rank military attaché, but Yu Renmei is carrying out the duties of King Jia and the official envoy at this time, if Fan Niande dares to disobey, this matter can bite him to death in minutes.

Yu Renmei walked up to Han Jiang: "Uncle, whatever you are looking for, either surround this place or take it away." ”

"Yes." Han Si nodded and said to Han Wu, "Take it away." ”

"Yes."

Han Wu immediately led people to dig up everything in the back hall, even the floor tiles, loaded them and took them away.

Yu Renmei asked again: "Uncle, who died?" ”

Han Jiang didn't know either, so he only replied: "I can't tell." ”

Yu Renmei glanced at the corpse and retreated to Han Jiang's side: "Uncle, it's not Shopkeeper Lin." The corpse was charred, but it was sackcloth. ”

"Thank you." Han Jiang bowed.

Yu Renmei returned the salute: "When the uncle came to the store, I was in the restaurant opposite. ”

Han Jiang nodded and didn't speak again, bowed his hand again, and then left first.

Yu Renmei waited until Han Wu led someone to hollow out the back hall and leave, and then he left.

After Yu Renmei and the others left, Fan Niande asked Wang Keyan: "What did he dig up?" ”

"The student doesn't know, I originally wanted to ask Shopkeeper Lin if there was any news of the housekeeper of the Wei Mansion, but the old dog couldn't see anyone alive or dead, which made me more and more worried."

Wang Keyan didn't tell the truth, because he was one of the six people who knew the inside story.

But the minds of the six people who know the inside story are completely different.

It was a huge amount of money, and everyone wanted to take the money for themselves with different purposes, but before the six of them restrained each other, and no one had a chance to succeed.

The Wei family, because of this money, except for a son-in-law who is greedy for gambling, never asks about family affairs, and has not participated in the family's business, even the stewards are dead and fleeing.

There is no one in Zhen'anhou Mansion anymore, and a child who can't walk is not counted.

Fan Niande didn't know anything, the only thing he cared about was that the salt was exchanged for money, and he quickly distributed his share to himself, and he didn't know the rest.

Right now, he watched Han Jiang tear down the house that burned most of the back hall, and didn't even let go of a single brick.

Fan Niande only had one idea, what Han Jiang wanted when he came to Yangzhou was not to inherit the dozens of shops in the second room of the Wei family, as well as the empty shell salt, but to plot greater wealth.

For example, Wuqing Salt's business.

Wang Keyi was a little worried, he thought about it very seriously and then said to Fan Niande: "I want to go to Chuzhou once to meet that nobleman, this Han Jiang is not good." ”

"Okay." Fan Niande cared about his share of the money, and agreed without saying a word.

Besides, Han Jiang, when he returned to the Yangzhou branch of Hengyangzhou, a man wearing silk but dirtier than a beggar shouted in the main hall: "Bring me wine, get wine." ”

Why weren't such people beaten out.

Shopkeeper Su gave Han Jiang an explanation: "Little official, this is my own uncle, surnamed Xiao." ”

Han Jiang glanced at this Aunt Xiao, who was wearing a shabby silk coat and looked like a beggar, but when he looked at him, his eyes were bright and divine.

Han Jiang instructed: "Give him wine and take it to the backyard for him to drink." ”

"Yes."

After a pillar of incense, the man sitting in front of Han Jiang in the backyard was still like a beggar, but he was a man with a full aristocratic appearance.

"Xiao Dahe."

Han Jiang took the initiative to say hello.

The other party smiled indifferently: "Don't you even want to say hello?" ”

Han Jiang sat down: "Let's get straight to the point." ”

"Yes." The other party also sat down: "My real name is Yelu Abuqi. ”

Hearing this name, Han Jiang sat up straight, the meaning of this name was too deep.

Yelu Abuqi said: "I am a dead man, originally I was a thousand households in the west of Xianping, north of Beijing, and I was injured in a battle to reduce Ding, so I took the opportunity to fake my death and get out. You can go and verify, my two younger brothers are still Qianhu, one is called Brother Liu, and the other is called Sibu. ”

Han Jiang asked, "What is the reduction of Ding?" ”

"In order to prevent the grassland from becoming bigger, the Jin State will send troops to attack and kill some people every year, which is called reducing Ding. And most of the people sent to fight are Khitans, and there will be some people who faked their deaths on both sides. ”

Han Jiangxin said that this operation, Jin Guo is too dark.

What Han Jiang didn't know was that this two younger brothers would also establish the Liao Kingdom in the future.

Yelu Abuqi continued: "The old ghost has two daughters, one is married to me, and the other is married to Jinren. ”

"Golden Man?" Han Jiang asked rhetorically.

Yelu Abuqi said: "What should you call the Song dog of the Jin people? ”

Han Jiang thought for a while: "This, Golden Dog?" It's not suitable, the golden man is the golden dog, this is really hard to call. ”