There is a big pot stewed on the stove in the kitchen of the back office, and porridge is boiling in it, and the smoke is smoking, and the heat is like a cloud.

Fan Qingjun skillfully picked up the coarse porcelain bowl that was buckled on the side of the pot, and a spoonful of thick porridge was served.

The black beans eaten by the animals are mixed with some bran and sorghum to make a thick porridge, not to mention the taste, the taste of this porridge is extremely poor, and you can get stuck in your throat when you drink it.

Jiang Banxia held the bowl bitterly and hatefully, swallowed it in one bite and couldn't swallow it for a long time.

Seeing that Jiang Banxia had only eaten a few bites in half a day, Fan Qingjun asked: "There is a shortage of food in the city, only these things can be eaten, and the porridge boiled with bran and black beans is even more unpalatable when it is cold." ”

She didn't think it was unpalatable, she really couldn't swallow it, the bran stuck in her throat, more uncomfortable than swallowing a knife, in order to fill her stomach, she picked up the bowl and poured it violently, choked several times in the middle, and finally drank the porridge cleanly.

Jiang Banxia sat quietly holding the empty bowl.

After the winter, the weather is getting colder and colder, depression everywhere, the price of grain in the rice shop is soaring, the money for a bucket of rice in the past can only buy half a bucket of rice now, where is the money in the pockets of the people, they can only live with gruel every day, and the situation is so miserable that they can't even drink gruel.

When will this hell on earth come to an end?

The fire light overflowing from the hearth reflected the orange and red all around, and Fan Qingjun suddenly asked, "What did you say to the Zheng family that day?" ”

There are so many cases that he has handled, and he has seen all kinds of bizarre details, but he can't understand why Zheng committed suicide? What did Jiang Banxia say?

From the case, it is said that Zheng's death Jiang Banxia is absolutely suspicious, but the suspects have not been able to find evidence so far, including him.

Jiang Banxia held the bowl and asked instead, "Are you curious?" ”

"I've seen a lot of bizarre cases, so of course I'm curious." After speaking, Fan Qingjun felt that what he said was a little inappropriate, so he added: "Not only am I curious, but others are probably also curious. ”

Jiang Banxia chuckled: "My father once taught me that if a person wants to live a safe and smooth life, he must learn to restrain his curiosity. ”

"It's not that it's bad to be curious, but too much curiosity will drive you to explore the truth of some small things, and when you really know the truth, you will find yourself in an inescapable vortex."

Fan Qingjun asked, "Then have you fallen in?" ”

Jiang Banxia shook her head and nodded, she said: "I'm different from you, for me I can only go one way to the dark, but you're different, as long as you lurk step by step, you can get out of the dawn." ”

She laughed, the orange fire outlining the feminine contours of her face, making it difficult to equate her with the ferocious brocade guard.

"That day, in fact, Zheng and I just talked about things when we were children." Jiang Banxia let go of the completely cold coarse porcelain bowl in his hand, and said in a rather casual tone: "Dad is right, people must restrain their curiosity. ”

"But I didn't." Jiang Banxia smiled, not only did she not restrain her curiosity, but instead put together everything that could be connected from her memory, and finally came to a terrible conclusion.

Even if it was just a speculation, it still made her uneasy for several days, and her indomitable faith in her heart almost collapsed.

She asked, "So now, Master Fan, do you still want to know what I said to Zheng that day?" ”

Fan Qingjun stared into her eyes, his pale amber pupils calmly reflecting his face like a mirror. Flying

The answer he wanted to know was right in front of him, but Fan Qingjun was afraid, and the indescribable feeling spread in his heart, this woman was like a mystery, penetrating into the corners, so that he had no way to ignore it.

He pretended to be relaxed and said: "Actually, I'm not so curious, you can say it if you want to, and if you don't want to say it, I don't have to know." ”

After two dry laughs, Fan Qingjun changed the topic and said: "Now that you have collected the mining rights and raised a considerable amount of disaster relief funds in Jiangnan, when you return to Beijing to report on your work during the New Year this year, I am afraid that your position will be promoted." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Banxia smiled heartily.

If she didn't guess wrong, Emperor Qingwen would definitely mention her position to an eye-popping underworld when she returned to Beijing this time, and the people she wanted to offend would be all over the court, even her former and present friends.

Jiang Banxia raised his head and suddenly stood up suddenly, and at the same time, Fan Qingjun followed closely: "Who!" ”

The two looked at each other, and someone was eavesdropping on their conversation!

Jiang Banxia quickly pushed open the window and looked out, only to see a black shadow quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Who is it? Who is eavesdropping on their conversations?

Jiang Banxia looked at Fan Qingjun, Fan Qingjun slowly shook his head at her, and there were doubts in his eyes.

"Oh, what did I say you two squatting in the stove room and muttering?" At this time, Lu Xun turned out from the corridor opposite, and saw him walking quickly: "Brother Jiang hurry up, my brother is here, our cousins haven't been together for nearly half a year, don't delay time in the stove room." ”

Since the last time he saw with his own eyes Jiang Banxia's cruel methods of rectifying and selling 'hungry meat' homeless people, Lu Xun has become well-behaved, and when he saw Jiang Banxia taking a bite of Brother Jiang, the smile on his face has also increased-albeit a smirk.

Fan Qingjun and Jiang Banxia showed scrutinizing eyes, and Lu Xun, who was looking at it, rubbed his arms, and he shouted as if he was running away: "Brother Jiang, I'll go first!" My brother is still waiting in front! ”

...

At the time of the handover of spring and summer, Lu Yun and a group of students from Guozijian went south to Houhu in Nanjing to check the yellow book, but they didn't expect that this time they encountered floods and then there were woes, and a group of people were delayed in the south and couldn't go back.

"After receiving your letter, I rushed from Nanjing overnight, but fortunately I caught up." Lu Yun hurriedly got up from the chair: "San'er, cousin, why are you here?" ”

Lu Yun's series of questions caught Lu Xun off guard, and he said: "Brother, how did you become like your mother-in-law, mother-in-law, you can't say anything else when you meet." ”

Lu Yun is a typical literati, gentle and reasonable, but when he meets his younger brother Lu Xun, he has no choice, so he can only forcibly teach a straight face: "You ran away from home, and you don't send a letter back, and your mother doesn't think about the tea and rice that you are worried about." ”

"Brother!" Lu Xun pouted and said, "If I say it, my mother will never allow me to come!" Besides, didn't I send a letter to you later, what danger can there be with Xiaojun Wang and Brother Jiang. ”

"Hey, hey, isn't it, Brother Jiang?" Lu Xun winked at Jiang Banxia.

Lu Yun was caught in his chest with a breath of anger, and he turned to Jiang Banxia and asked, "When did you guys come?" Why don't you deliver a letter to me when you come? ”

"It's business, it's inconvenient to disclose."

Jiang Banxia turned to ask: "As far as I know, Guozijian has gone to several batches of students in a row, there are many of you, the Yellow Book should have been checked a long time ago, why have you stayed in Nanjing?" ”

Asked this, Lu Yun sighed imperceptibly.