"Just sit down," the young man said to Qiu Shaohu, "just put him on the bed." ”

At this time, Qiu Shaohu was in this young man's home, a small house in the middle of South Street, although it was simple, but the windows were bright and clean, and the young man lived here alone, he seemed to like to be tidy, and everywhere was cleaned spotlessly.

"Unexpectedly, you're a local." After Qiu Shaohu put down the wind and lay down, he sat aside and said, "I don't know ...... your parents."

"It's been many years since I passed away," the boy said blandly, "I'm on my own, and I try not to think about them." ”

"Then you are very strong," Qiu Shaohu seemed to sigh something, "The old place, the old house, there are traces of the old people everywhere, it's hard not to think about them." ”

"Living in the capital, having a place to live in a prosperous place is enough to be satisfied, isn't it?" As the young man spoke, he handed a plate of fruit to Qiu Shaohu next to him, and said, "Do you want to eat it?" ”

Qiu Shaohu didn't answer, and saw that the young man took the initiative to pick up a piece of furnace fruit, broke a little and ate it, and then he picked up another piece. Although the power of the Broken Army Star Constellation makes him invincible, some things are still safe.

In the mouth, there is only a little salt and sugar in it, and the light taste is very much to his liking. The only problem is that the whole thing is hard and mushy, and the heat is too big.

"It's not very delicious," Qiu Shaohu said bluntly, "not as good as my mother did at the beginning." ”

"You are also from the capital," the young man said suddenly, "I have never seen people from other places except the capital, and I will break a small piece and eat this kind of dim sum." ”

This way of eating is indeed a habit only around Kangjing. The dignitaries and dignitaries in the capital are elegant on weekdays, and when eating dim sum, they must first crush them into small pieces with their hands, one bite at a time, and serve them with tea and soup and other drinks, so as not to lose their bearing. The people of Beijing also follow suit, even if there is no tea to match, they must do the same when eating dim sum.

Qiu Shaohu didn't expect to be seen by this young man so easily, and said, "Sort of." ”

"So you haven't been back for a long time?" The young man said: "Why do you feel that you are very unfamiliar with the capital everywhere?" ”

After a moment of silence, Qiu Shaohu continued: "Everyone has their own stories, such as why didn't you tell me why your parents died? Why do you have to take the exam when you're only thirteen years old? ”

"So you know who I am?" Juvenile Road. Qiu Shaohu said this because he completely knew the identity of the other party, and there was only one person who participated in the examination at the age of thirteen.

"The word 'An Jin' has been written in your own book, and you can see it at a glance." Qiu Shaohu pointed to the book on the table next to him and said in a relaxed tone.

An Jin's bookcase is no different from that of ordinary scholars, with all kinds of books neatly arranged.

"Participating in the examination at the age of thirteen, if you were the first to be the leader, you would have broken the record of Shi Yi. I didn't expect that at your age, you would actually worship Shi Yi's things. Shi Yi was in the limelight five years ago, and you were only eight years old at that time, so you would have an impression of him? ”

Qiu Shaohu said.

"I didn't know at the time, and I listened to others about what happened later." An Jin said indifferently: "When I was just remembering the beginning of winter, in order to reach an agreement to repay the books he borrowed on time, I waited motionless outside other people's doors on a snowy night and let the snowflakes bury him like an ice sculpture. Just like this, it has already surpassed the 'self-cultivation and virtue' of the Dianmei School, and there is no need to recall the ancestors like the Manshan School. Leading by example, combining knowledge and action, he himself is already no different from a saint. ”

"If you say something like this, you can just say it yourself, and when you try it in a few days, don't write it out." Qiu Shaohu said: "When you are a court master, you will definitely not like it." ”

"When you are a court master, there is no doubt about your knowledge, but the means are too domineering." An Jin said: "I don't like this. ”

Qiu Shaohu chuckled, but did not answer.

Taishi Duan Houxing, if the means are not tough, I am afraid he will not have the title of "Heavenly Bachelor".

The first assistant of the cabinet, the power leans towards the government and the opposition, and is called "Tilting the Sky", everyone feels that this is disrespectful to the emperor of the "Son of Heaven", but no one questioned it, which can be seen.

The two had nothing to say to each other, An Jin packed up his bookcase as usual, and Qiu Shaohu sat aside, waiting for Feng Wan, who had finished taking the medicine, to wake up suddenly.

His eyes inadvertently touched An Jin's side, Qiu Shaohu felt that something was wrong, and his brows gradually furrowed.

An Jin's brush is placed on the pen pillow on the side, not on the pen holder.

Only after the writing will the brush dipped in ink be placed on the pillow so that it can be picked up and used at any time. If you don't know how to use the brush again, you will wash it again and hang it on the pen holder.

However, this brush was cleaned and placed on the pillow upright, and it did not look like it had been used at all.

The pen holder on the side, along with the inkstone with the ink, was too close to the corner of the table to seem completely unconcerned about accidentally knocking them to the ground.

It's like an outsider once broke into An Jin's house, accidentally touched his pen holder, and his brush fell to the ground, and then quickly picked it up but put it on the wrong pillow instead of putting it back in place.

Sure enough, when An Jin was packing up the bookcase, he suddenly paused and said, "I lost something." ”

There was a hint of anxiety in his tone.

……

"You don't have to come with you." Qiu Shaohu stood on the corner of the street and said to An Jin beside him.

"I must come," the boy's immature voice said resolutely, "what they stole is important to me." ”

Qiu Shaohu didn't say anything, looking at the target building on the other side of the street.

It was an ink-making workshop, and it was noon, but for some reason the door was closed, and it seemed mysterious.

Using the star map, Qiu Shaohu easily tracked down the thief's traces, and asked Huang Yue and other beggars halfway, who were the most sensitive to all the turmoil in the city, and soon told Qiu Shaohu that the people in this ink factory have been living in seclusion recently, and they seem very suspicious.

The only thing that surprised Qiu Shaohu was that An Jin had to follow him in person no matter what.

Perhaps, he can understand this feeling. For any scholar, if his own recorded notes are stolen, everyone will be very anxious.

That is not only the confidence of them to reach the top of the list, but also the testimony of their hard work step by step.

"I'll go take a look first, you wait outside, don't come with me without my greeting." In order to be safe, Qiu Shaohu arranged for An Jin to say: "If there are only a few small thieves inside, you can clean it up directly, if you ......"

Qiu Shaohu didn't think it was as simple as just a few thieves. Ordinary thieves, what are you doing stealing scholars' books? And it's hidden in such a big workshop.

Since coming to Kangjing, Qiu Shaohu only feels that he has encountered too many strange things.

So let An Jin stay outside first, but it would be safer for him. After all, now in broad daylight, no one dares to make a move on a single scholar on the street.

"If it's just a few thieves, you'll be able to hold a pinch?" An Jin said: "Who are you?" And why don't we report to the police first? ”

"Because when you really get on the gold list and enter the officialdom, you know that not dealing with the government is also a kind of dealing." Qiu Shaohu didn't explain much, he directly put on a lock helmet to cover his face, and turned into the workshop from the side wall.

As soon as he entered it, the clear yellow color appeared under Qiu Shaohu's eyes, and the power of the greedy wolf's eyes was operating to the extreme, and he didn't dare to relax. Since An Jin helped him settle down, he also had to help the other party find the lost things.

The whole workshop was empty, and in the darkness, there were no lights. The subtle light from the narrow windows of the walls could not illuminate areas outside of their size.

But just because there's no one doesn't mean the work of the workshop has stopped. Beside Qiu Shaohu, he saw a whole track machine, under the action of the mechanism, constantly transporting raw materials. At the end of the track, there are wooden barrels that collect different raw materials. The barrel is in full swing, and after the ink-making raw materials are heated, they are then transported to the next link through the machine, and so on, until the pure black ink is finally produced, which can be completed automatically without the need for a person to operate.

Qiu Shaohu saw that there was no one around, so he relaxed a little. He reached out and examined the raw material for this ink. The milky liquid is stored in a bucket and is very different from the usual rosin.

"Is it lacquer?" Qiu Shaohu smelled this smell and guessed what it was.

Lacquer harvested from the lacquer tree is an excellent raw material for lacquerware, and it can be used for many other purposes than the first time, and it can also be used to make ink. The lacquer ink is not only calm in color, but also insect proof, much better than ordinary rosin ink, and the price is also extremely expensive.

Not to mention, the lacquer tree itself is extremely rare, and the lacquer that can be picked in one day is even more precious, and ordinary people have no channels and cannot get in touch with it at all.

From this point of view, the owner behind this mill is not simple.

I don't know which dignitary in the capital can afford to build this mill that is completely driven by mechanisms and does not require manpower.

"Whew!" There was a fire around it, which suddenly burned vigorously, and then gradually decreased. Qiu Shaohu saw that the fuel of the ink-making stove was running out, and the pipeline immediately replenished the fuel, re-ignited, and lit the furnace.

The flames danced, and the crimson jumped endlessly. After the flames covered it, Qiu Shaohu immediately saw that on another conveying track, there was a pile of debris, which was slowly being transported to the furnace in front of him with the movement of the mechanism.

And that pile of things is full of all kinds of bibliographies, brushes, test papers, and other things related to scholars.

Qiu Shaohu was secretly surprised, not knowing why the people here wanted to burn them. But thinking that An Jin's notes might be in it, he didn't dare to delay at the moment, and immediately bypassed various machines and came directly to the track.

Among the miscellaneous items that were transported, he really saw a notebook again, with the name of "An Jin" written on the front.

However, just as he was about to take it back, something else suddenly caught his attention, so much so that he delayed for a moment.

Just this delay caused An Jin's notes to completely fall into the sea of fire.

Qiu Shaohu was startled, and immediately rushed to the front of the stove and fished the notebook out of the stove, but he was still one step slower, and the entire note had been burned beyond recognition.

Qiu Shaohu was secretly ashamed, but he thought of what he had just seen, so he took two steps back and rechecked the ground.

On the ground, a piece of ash is inconspicuous, and if you look closely, you can see that the traces of this piece of soil are very different from other soils. White, gray, and black are mixed together, as if they were deliberately mixed together.

"Three-color soil, this is often used in cemeteries to waterproof, even if you pass by the cemetery, it will not stick to the soles of your feet, unless you dig up the whole tomb!"

Qiu Shaohu was secretly surprised, but also a little lucky.

I didn't think of anything that I hadn't found out in the cemetery, but I inadvertently found it from here.