Today, the maids in the Huai'en Houfu were all called to the backyard, and unlike the last time Wen Qiao left, this time Wen Qiao didn't want to talk to them.

The little ones were all arranged by Wen Qiao into the warehouse in the backyard, and large and small boxes were carried out of the warehouse.

Wen Qiao was standing at the door of the backyard, the little maids in the yard were busy moving things out of the warehouse, and the rest of the maids had no rags and brooms in their hands and other things that could be used to clean.

Zhong Bo held a thick bound page.

Every time the servant brought out something, Uncle Zhong would ask the maid to open the box, and after seeing what it contained, he would quickly make a note on the page in his hand. Wen Qiao clasped his hands and watched the maids in the yard busy coming and going.

During this period, everyone was busy, and no one dared to be lazy. It was close to noon, and the last box was carried out by two servants.

Uncle Zhong still wrote down the contents inside, and the last ink fell, Uncle Zhong sorted out the notebook and handed it to Wen Qiao, "Shizi." ”

Wen Qiao retracted his gaze, stood up straight and took the notebook from Zhong Bo's hand. The three-finger-thick notebook contains everything in the storeroom.

Wen Qiao stood in place and turned the pages one by one, and it took a long time for a cup of tea to finish the book from beginning to end.

After reading it, he didn't feel the slightest joy, he glanced at the things in the courtyard, put the account book away, and ordered: "Divide the things and put them in again for the time being."

The little guys responded, and as soon as Wen Qiao turned around, he almost bumped into Mrs. Cheng who didn't know when she appeared behind him.

Mrs. Cheng's eyes first swept over the things in the yard, and then she rolled her eyes and looked straight at Wen Qiao, who was so frightened that she unconsciously took a step back, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

The things in the treasury of Huai'en Houfu have not been counted for many years, and Wen Qiao's move today made Mrs. Cheng feel that something was wrong.

Wen Qiao was only startled at the first sight of Mrs. Cheng, he regained his composure in a blink of an eye, and explained: "When I think of it, I will come and count how many things are left in the warehouse."

Not long after Wen Qiao took charge, he had been busy with the affairs of the military camp before, and recently he was sent to Fuzhou by the emperor, and he had no time to care about the affairs of Huai'en Houfu.

"You're not going to Fuzhou?" Mrs. Cheng's eyebrows moved, and her eyes stared at Wen Qiao in a row.

Wen Qiao suddenly came back and fell ill suddenly, she didn't know the reason yet!

Wen Qiao didn't show any abnormality on his face, his eyes blinked subconsciously, and replied, "There are still some things that need to be done, wait a few days before leaving."

Mrs. Cheng was even more puzzled, she looked at the little maids in and out of the yard who were moving things in, and she didn't believe Wen Qiao's words very much, she forced to ask, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Wen Qiao shook his head directly and replied, "No." Mrs. Cheng continued to look at Wen Qiao, she suddenly turned around, no longer cared about Wen Qiao, and said to Qiao Ling, who was holding her, "Let's go."

After watching the people pack up their things again, Wen Qiao went back to the east courtyard.

In the front hall, Zhao Qingyan was already ready for lunch. Before Wen Qiao could reach the table, he smelled a fragrance.

He took a deep breath and swallowed his saliva at the aroma, and his stomach was very good at watching the time.

Zhao Qingyan and Wen Zichen's mother and son were already sitting at the table, and depending on the situation, they should wait for Wen Qiao to come back before starting the meal.

"Coming back?" Seeing Wen Qiao come in, a sweet smile appeared on Zhao Qingyan's face and asked.

The mood of being annoyed by the matter of re-raising food instantly changed for the better because of Zhao Qingyan's smile.

Wen Qiao nodded, and sat down beside Zhao Qingyan with a golden knife.

On the table is a simple three dishes and one soup, fried crispy pork, 1000 pages of tofu and a dish of spicy chicken.

Wen Qiao looked at the soup bowl again, there were eggs, winter melon, shrimp and other things in it, all of which were the simplest home-cooked dishes, Wen Qiao's eyes were straight, and he almost couldn't wait to move the chopsticks.

In Fuzhou, he ate the same rice porridge and simple stir-fried vegetables as the common people.

The people in the south have a weak taste, and Fuzhou is short of food, so they eat the worst things.

Now that he can finally eat the dishes made by Zhao Qingyan himself, Wen Qiao feels that he has simply returned to heaven!

At the table, Wen Qiao and Wen Zichen, father and son, kept eating.

Zhao Qingyan was afraid that the two of them would be choked if they ate too quickly, so he had to remind them, "You eat slowly, and no one will rob you." The father and son were alone, but neither responded to Zhao Qingyan's words.

The meal was eaten much faster than usual, and the last few dishes and a soup were not left at all. Wen Zichen licked the corners of his mouth after eating, and praised: "It's delicious!"

Zhao Qingyan slapped Wen Zichen's head with a smile, and joked: "When has the food made by my mother be unpalatable!"

"Well, that's true." Wen Zichen shook his head and said pretending to be profound.

After the family of three finished eating, Zhao Qingyan asked the maid to collect the table, and asked Wen Zichen to send him back to the room for a nap. As soon as Wen Zichen left, only Zhao Qingyan and Wen Qiao were left in the front hall.

Wen Qiao had already moved from the dining table to the chair in the front hall, Zhao Qingyan walked over and sat on his right, and asked, "Isn't there enough in the storeroom?"

She saw that Wen Qiao looked calm and didn't say anything, so she guessed that he should not be in a good mood at the moment.

And the only thing that can make him feel bad in recent days is probably the re-raising of food.

Wen Qiao didn't tell her when she came back, thinking it was because of the bad result. Wen Qiao nodded silently, answering Zhao Qingyan's question.

"That's good." The amount of grain and grass that needs to be raised is not a small amount, and Zhao Qingyan asked again: "Have you thought of other ways?"

Wen Qiao took out the ledger in the warehouse, and he lightly tapped his finger on it, and gently pushed the ledger from his side to Zhao Qingyan's side from the desk.

He said, "I had everything in the treasury counted, but it only added up to five or six tenths of the silver that was lost."

This answer is actually about the same as the amount calculated by the two at the beginning, Zhao Qingyan was not surprised, she took the account book that Wen Qiao took out, opened it roughly, and finally said: "There are only so many in the house for the time being, what about the outside of the house?"

"Let's see how many things in the entire house add up first, and if it's still enough by then, we'll figure out a way."

What Zhao Qingyan said is reasonable, and there seems to be no other way than this at the moment. Wen Qiao nodded to indicate that he had listened.

Now that his body is completely healed, he thinks about it carefully, no matter what he thinks, he finally feels that Jiang Cheng is the biggest suspect.

Wen Qiao raised his head and looked at the top of the house, the grain and grass were transferred to such a big thing, and he didn't know what happened to the emperor.

If the real culprit is found, then he can also stop raising food.