Li Huai had a feeling that the clue should be on Mrs. Huang Minghui, so he learned about her life experience in detail.

She was born in a family of scholars, her family name is Ding, her name is Ding Mei, a concubine, and she has no brothers and sisters of the same mother.

Li Huai found the Ding family from the people's book again, and made a comparison with the tax payment situation of the Ding family on the tax book.

"Strange!"

The Ding family is just a small family, and the tax payment is about the same as that of ordinary shops, so it is impossible to help Huang Minghui in his career.

So why did Huang Minghui rise so quickly?

"The ......"

Li Huaigang shouted, only to think that this is not Jiuyuan, Xiaowan is not around, and he has to do everything by himself.

He found pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and wrote all the clues on the paper as long as he felt that they might be valuable.

Then cut them one by one to find out a few of the more critical ones.

Go back and make a comparison.

See which ones are related.

Finally, the conclusion is drawn.

There is only one keyword, Li Huai didn't expect this result, it's too much of a coincidence.

"Pear Village!"

Huang Minghui and Ding Mei met here, and the amount of taxes paid in Lizhuang is not up or down, but a lot of business transactions take place in Lizhuang.

The owner of the pear village is not surnamed Pear, and the owner of the village registered on the book is called: Lin Siya.

Other information is gone.

If he wanted to know what the mystery of Lizhuang was, he had to find out for himself.

Li Huaigang was about to go out, and it seemed that he had made a new discovery, so he turned back and put together the tax book recorded half a year ago and the people's book recorded three years ago.

"Why does the thin pen and ink of three years ago look more vivid and newer than the thin pen and ink of the tax half a year ago?"

This book was obviously transcribed recently, and it was copied in its entirety, so that there was no way to tell whether there was an artificial increase or decrease.

Li Huai went out of the study, found someone at random, and asked where the file room was, so he thought about going over to have a look.

Dare to enter.

Ahem!

It's so gray that it's spicy to the eye.

Li Huai waved his sleeves, scattered fiercely, covered his mouth and nose, turned around, and came out panting.

Really.

The old people's book is no longer to be found.

However, the dust inside was very messy, there were hand paw prints everywhere, and they didn't stay for long, and there must have been a bunch of people who had gone in.

You can imagine how they were in a hurry, rummaging around and checking around, and then stuffing it back indiscriminately.

"The more you want to hide, the more the king wants to know!"

Rested for the day.

Li Huai took Yang Dong to Lizhuang the next day, did not take Li Xin, and left him in the Taishou Mansion, staring at the housekeeper Ah Fu.

"Lord Wang, you let Li Xin stare at Ah Fu, this is ...... Horror is a bit inappropriate. Yang Dong said worriedly.

Li Xin can stare at people, he stares at people directly, just like he is afraid that others will not know, he is staring at others.

Ironclad is bound to be discovered.

Li Huai smiled, "I just want to see how Ah Fu will react after knowing that I am eyeing him." ”

From the information he learned from the people's book, it can be concluded that Ah Fu is a soy sauce maker.

It is better to arrest him than to provoke him.

If he really doesn't leak any flaws, then there is no way, he can only be arrested and tortured.

Let's see if he can recruit or not.

Soon.

Li Huai and Yang Dong came to Lizhuang, there were so many people who greeted him that day, it is estimated that half of the people in Cloud City knew him.

There was no need for him to hide his identity, but he didn't deliberately publicize it, so he just walked in.

到处都看看，像是赏风景一样。

I really have to say.

This is the place where Li Huai saw the most spring scene after he went to the clouds, with green lawns and delicate flower beds.

There are also pear blossoms all over the yard.

It's two worlds from the outside, it's like a lonely oasis in the desert.

And it's pure.

Yang Dong, a heroine on the battlefield, her eyes were melted a little by the spring, and she couldn't help but break a pear blossom branch.

The tossing and playing in her hand confirmed her happy mood, as if she was really just here to play.

"Lord Wang, there are a lot of people in front." Yang Dong pointed with a pear blossom branch and said.

Li Huai stretched his neck, and there was no one to see, but he walked forward, through a corridor, and then around a rockery.

A denser forest of pear blossoms appeared in front of me, like a cloud falling to the ground, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed.

At the fence next to it, there was indeed a group of people gathered, they were brightly dressed, men and women, old and young.

It's like a party.

"So far away, you know it all?" Li Huai was surprised, and suddenly remembered that Yang Dong was a martial artist in the Hinayana realm.

It's definitely different from ordinary people.

They crept to the back of the crowd.

“…… The wind and rain fall pear blossoms, push the door and see a white! ”

"Haha!"

"What are you laughing at, don't laugh, it's better than someone, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces."

"Alas!"

"Nowadays, everyone advocates military and martial arts, and they all yearn for the way of the grandmaster, but after all, the literary world has declined."

"I can't say that, the three families stand together, although Taoism occupies all the coquettishness, there is always a place for Confucianism."

"The current Confucian scholars are either seeking officials, or they want to read the way to ascend to immortality from the holy books, which is not the same."

"If it were me, I would enter the release house, throw away the three thousand troubles, and live more freely."

"Don't eat wine, don't eat meat, you can hold on for three days, and the old lady will have your surname in the future."

“……”

Li Huai sighed.

Yang Dong also sighed, "The hungry people outside are plagued, and the people here are still laughing and talking, as the prince said, Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road." ”

"Isn't that scolding yourself?" Li Huai said with a smile.

Yang Dong was stunned, "The prince sighed, isn't it because of this?" ”

She thought that Li Huai and she should feel the same way.

Not really.

No matter where it is, no matter what era it is, whether it is a troubled time or a prosperous age, there are poor and rich people.

People are inherently different.

Li Huai sighed, "Everyone praises the three schools of Taoism and Confucianism, why can't there be a place for Legalists." ”

"Legalist?" It was the first time Yang Dong had heard that there were people like Legalists in the rivers and lakes.

Li Huai shook his head and explained: "Legalism is not a sect of rivers and lakes, but refers to a class of people, a type of person who can open up the world and set the rules of the world. ”

Yang Dong understood, "The prince is the one who repaired the law of Dayu, wasn't the law of Dayu discussed by the princes at the beginning of the dynasty?" ”

Li Huai still shook his head, "This is the key, the founding princes waited for each other, although they had the merit of passing through the heavens and the earth, but I don't think that they really understood the law, and because they formulated it, it will be more difficult for future generations to change the law, and those imperfect systems will always be inherited." ”

Yang Dong nodded secretly, although she didn't understand at all, she always felt that what the prince said made sense.

"Lord Wang, or you can write a poem and show it to them."

Yang Dong watched them hold back for a long time, and he couldn't hold back a good poem, thinking of the Chang'an Midwinter Poetry Meeting.

The prince was out of the limelight at that time.

"You're trying to make this king perform." Li Huai glanced at her.

Yang Dong stuck out his tongue, "Try it." ”

Writing poetry is fake, mainly to find an excuse to blend in with them, even if it is recognized.

If you keep looking at it like this, it will really be a sight to behold.

"Okay."

"Wait a minute."

Yang Dong went to bring the pen, ink and paper, and there were many people gathered, and no one paid too much attention to her action.

Li Huai thought about it, which one should be copied?

He'll make a fart poem.

I have a complete library of poems in my head, so why do I have to do it?

That's it.

Brush!

Li Huai picked up the pen and wrote quickly, although the poem was not his, but this character was practiced by him.

Shuangwang calligraphy, in this world, is unique.

Soon.

A poem is complete.

Call!

Yang Dong blew a breath of fragrance on the paper, she didn't know poetry, but this character was beautifully written, and this poem was definitely not bad.

But if she really wants to evaluate, maybe she has seen too much of Yang Lingyun's knife-engraved font, and Li Huai's words look weak.

Brush!

Yang Dong waved his hand, and the paper on which he wrote the poem was pushed by his true qi fell in the middle of the crowd.

Picked up by a middle-aged handsome man.

Frowning and reading.

"The rain hits the pear blossom and closes the door, lonely youth, vain youth. Who is happy to talk about? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon. ”

"Sorrowful eyebrows, thousands of marks, 10,000 marks. Look at the sky and look at the clouds at dusk, walk and think about you, and sit and think about you. ”

Tick!

After reading the poem, a pregnant woman sitting in an easy chair in the middle also shed a few crystal tears.

"Mrs. Ding, why are you crying?"

Mrs. Ding?

She was...... Ding Mei?!