The sun was dazzling, and Lin Fan squinted.

He said, "Have you checked the bottom of the shop guy?" ”

"I've checked everything I remember in the yamen," Feng Jing replied, "I don't see any clues?" ”

Lin Fan asked again: "Are all of us Da Zhou people?" ”

"Yes......" Feng Jing opened his mouth, pondered again, and sighed, "You really caught the spy?" ”

The spy said that they were the commander of the envoy in order to make the emperor pay attention to it.

Inside the red-clothed guard, everyone knows what the demon path is all about.

Unexpectedly, from the year before the year to the year after the year, the commander really wanted to catch the spies.

"There is a guy who is shorter than you, as strong as you and a half, with a lot of strength and a Chinese face," Lin Fan described, "You check his bottom carefully, it's best to be able to probe the ......"

Feng Jing was thinking about what kind of figure the man who was shorter and stronger than him was, and Lin Fan's second half of his words were brainless.

He said "ah": "Detective what?" ”

Lin Fan waved his hand: "I'll figure it out for myself, you first touch the bottom of that person, and then inquire about Pingjiang Building, the most important thing is whose way Ma Gui took to sell grain." ”

When Feng Jing heard this, he hurriedly responded.

"Be cautious, don't startle the snake." Lin Fan advised.

This is especially important.

Lin Fan's original intention was to explore the warehouse of Mizhuang Tun grain.

The bundling technique of the rice bag, is it unique to the man alone, or the whole shop does it, if it is the latter, then Ma Gui is suspicious.

Huang Taishi threw Pingjiang Tower out, he should believe that with the habit of doing things in red clothes, even if he didn't meet that man in the middle of the night, he could touch the melons along the vine and clean up all the big and small things related to the porridge shop.

And the risk of diving into a large warehouse is not low.

It's such a big shop, there are a lot of guys, but ordinary people can still fool around, if there are a few spies, they are not easy to fool.

He's got to figure out a way......

In the afternoon, a ball of paper fell into the east wall of the Yongning Marquis Mansion.

Qin Luan picked it up, opened it and burned it.

In the near third watch, Qin Luan took the money and went out of the house over the wall to the place where Lin Fan wrote.

Lin Fan was already waiting.

briefly explained the situation to Qin Luan, and Lin Fan led Qin Luan to the back wall of Majia Rice Village, and on the inside of the partition wall, there was a big warehouse.

Qin Luan was also unambiguous, and with a wave of his hand, the rune spirit flew out of his sleeve.

Floating into the air, the rune spun around and fell into the wall.

The thin paper figure is not difficult for doors and windows, as long as there are small gaps, it can get in.

Lin Fan and Qin Luan waited outside for a while, and Fu Ling flew back and landed on the master's shoulder.

This place is not suitable for the explanation, they walked a little farther, and Fang Tian came with two bags.

The mouth of the bag is tied, one is the usual method of tying the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the other is commonly used by Xiliang horse thieves.

Lin Fan took one in each of his left and right hands.

The rune floated up, and soon, it landed on the horse thief's one.

Qin Luan asked, "All of them are like this?" ”

The small paper figure, with its head pointed back and forth, swayed even its body, but the meaning was clear.

Fang Tian stood on the side, dumbfounded.

Isn't this just a paper person, how can he fly by himself and answer the master's questions?

Taoism? Magic? Immortal law?

Fang Tian couldn't figure it out.

can only say that it is worthy of the person who asked her aunt to prepare so many strange pieces of paper and ink, and Miss Qin's cultivation is really amazing.

Then, if their lord gives Miss Qin a gift again, they have to think more.

Ordinary things, I'm afraid that Miss Qin can't look down on them.

Thinking about it like this, Fang Tian's pressure was like a mountain.

As the one who asks the problem, he must solve the problem well.

Fortunately, the gift did not need to be sent out immediately, and he had already prepared it according to his father's instructions to give it tonight.

Lin Fan got the answer, and he had some plans in his heart about Majia Mizhuang.

There was nothing else to do, Lin Fan sent Qin Luan back to the Yongning Marquis Mansion.

Fang Tian traveled quickly, went around Pingjiang Tower, and at this moment he was about to catch up and present the food box.

"It's the shrimp porridge in Pingjiang Building that was led to check, it's still warm," Fang Tiandao, "The master said that it tastes good, let the small one buy it, please try it too." ”

Qin Luan raised his eyes to look at Lin Fan and blinked.

Lin Fan brought her some delicious food, which was not strange, it was Fang Tian's two sentences, which were a little strange.

It seems, deliberately.

Lin Fan couldn't help laughing when she looked at her like this, and patted Fang Tian on the shoulder: "I asked you to buy a porridge, you really talk a lot." ”

As soon as he said this, Qin Luan instantly understood.

Fang Tian didn't know the specific situation, and he wanted to say good things for Lin Fan.

Qin Luan bent his eyes and thanked him.

Qian Er happily took the food box.

In Dingguogong's narration, a shop that can still be so prosperous in the middle of the night business, what does this porridge taste like, she is curious.

The two said goodbye, and the figures of Qin Luan and Qian Er disappeared behind the wall.

Lin Fan didn't stop for long, and walked quickly to the Guogong Mansion.

Fang Tian followed, muttering softly, "Master, how can you say so many small things?" If you deliberately let you buy it, you have to tell Miss Qin. ”

In life's major events, you must not do good deeds without leaving a name.

Although he said that even if he didn't open his mouth, Miss Qin could know that it was their master who prepared it, but if he said more, it was also sincere.

The porridge in other places is even more different from the one bought in Pingjiang Building.

They are all like their masters, only doing things, not talking......

Wait a minute!

Ikukaku!

The master said that it was a birthday gift for the townsman, but that was also the place where the master invited Miss Qin to talk about things.

Fang Tian would never doubt Lin Fan's motive for sending the pen and ink shop.

However, the birthday ceremony is not in conflict with finding a place or arranging work for his uncles and aunts.

Fang Tian quietly looked at Lin Fan.

Their master said that he "didn't have any other thoughts", but his actions were actually considered by a Qin girl.

Maybe it's because the master is excited and doesn't know it, maybe the master is used to doing things thoroughly, anyway, he didn't leave a name.

Obviously, the townsman received the birthday gift, and their family also thanked the master for the proper arrangement, but Miss Qin didn't know anything......

That's it, just that bowl of porridge, the master still dislikes him for talking too much.

Next time, when the master didn't know, he would have to talk more, and praise the master in front of Miss Qin.

Miss Qin is so smart, she will definitely have a pair of eyes that find excellent people.

In the East Garden, Qian Er opened the food box.

After all, it is cold at night, even if it is packed in a casserole, wrapped in a layer of cotton mat, and packed in a food box, at this moment, it is not hot, only warm.

The master and servant, one of whom had served some, sat down at the table.

Porridge is such an ordinary food, and it is much more difficult to do it well than the delicacies of the mountains and the sea.

When Qian Er tasted it, she knew that it was in line with her girl's taste.

While she used it, she thought: Grandpa Guo still knows it very well! It's not surprising that the melon can be wrung into it

Qin Luan took a small sip of porridge.

Obviously, it was only such a temperature, but Qin Luan felt that eating was in his mouth and warm in his heart.

It's no wonder that there is such a word as "ironing".

How did that poem come about?

"Iron the frowns, and smile like a hook."

In the middle of the night, tasting such a bowl of good porridge, which was prepared by Lin Fan, how could she not be angry?

Note: Fan Dacheng "Fan Village Snow Queen"

Habits are still embers, and love is not wet ashes.

endure the cold and look at the snow, and look for plums.

Ironing the frowns, hooking the smile.

Straight to suspect that he is alive, there is a sentence flying from time to time.