Wu Jinqiang cheered up and went to half-day classes, had lunch, and returned to Xuezhai, his eyelids couldn't stop falling, so he sat down at the desk and pretended to sleep to recuperate.

People around him came back one after another, and Cheng Ting also came back, stretching out a bird's beak and chirping, the people around him kept echoing, and the voice floated above Wu Jin's head, illusory and distant.

"Have you heard, this morning in Shuoshui, a corpse was found, transported to Yizhuang, and the people who did the work have completed the autopsy......

"Really?"

"Corpses are a rarity."

"Listen to me!" Cheng Ting shouted, and kicked again, "Eh, Qi Wenbing, get out!" ”

Qi Wenbing is an arithmetic lecturer, and he just reprimanded Cheng Ting in the morning.

Wu Jin struggled to open his eyes and take a look, but he didn't see Lang, only saw Cheng Ting using his feet to play with the big yellow dog that came in to avoid the cold.

The big yellow dog ignored him with a drooping face as usual, and walked to Wu Jin's feet and lay down.

A man and a dog closed their eyes again, and Cheng Ting's mouth couldn't be closed.

"You can't guess how he died."

"Drowned!"

"Yes, as soon as there is a flash of water, someone will drown."

Everyone speculated wildly, and after guessing, Cheng Ting scoffed: "Drowning can also alarm the internal and external servants?" ”

He lowered his voice: "He made people into mules!" ”

Wu Jin opened her eyes suddenly, but did not move her arms, buried her head and listened carefully.

"Mules?"

"I haven't heard of it."

"It's for that kind of person...... A ...... specializing in the business of gold captives I heard from the man who said that his stomach was cut open, and all his internal organs were taken out, and he was stuffed with copper coins and iron coins, and then sewn them up. ”

The audience immediately wrenched.

Wu Jin suddenly remembered Mo Lingfeng's words: "If you use a mule again, I will make you a mule." ”

He looked up and asked, "What is the name of the dead man?" ”

Cheng Ting was frightened, raised his hand and slapped him on the shoulder: "Scare the master, you cheat the corpse!" ”

"Who is the one who died?" Wu Jin asked again, his eyes were calm, which made Cheng Ting swallow his saliva inexplicably, not daring to look more, he always felt that Wu Jin was a little weird.

"Liu ......," he recalled what the little guy said, "Liu ...... Weight, yes, that's the name. ”

Liu Chengqi's three words rolled in Wu Jin's heart.

"You know? Your streets? ”

Wu Jin didn't answer, got up and went out to wash his face.

Cheng Ting scratched his head and asked himself: "This is sleeping." ”

In the afternoon counseling class, Wu Jin was distracted, the collusion between officials and businessmen, the Mo family, the leaky merchants, and the mules became one, and it became a secret in his heart, although he was silent, he didn't know whether the Mo family believed it or not.

After class, he hid his thoughts, returned home, and after eating something, he went to sell bread.

The moon is like practice, according to the snow and ice all over the ground, Wu Jin is selling in the wind, and in less than half an hour, his face is emerald green.

The weather is cold, Yuhua Street is also deserted, the cake is sold miserably, Wu Jin was about to change places, when he saw Yin Bei coming with a horse, he asked for an oil cake with a smile.

He ate one in two bites, and said with a smile: "Little brother, you have been an apprentice in a hu cake shop, it looks like a hu cake method, but it's a pity that it's cold, otherwise it will be more delicious." ”

Wu Jin nodded: "Yes, oil cake Liuwen." ”

Yin Bei didn't pay for it, but looked at the rest of the cakes: "It just so happens that the people in the house want to eat the cakes, you send all the cakes to the house, go to the southeast corner gate, and someone will open the door when you knock, do you know how to go?" ”

Wu Jin's left hand loosened the cake cage, and the cage lid was pressing on the back of his right hand.

He gasped, pulled out his hand, shook it twice, and closed the cake cage again: "Yes." ”

Yin Bei didn't seem to see his gaffe, and still smiled: "Then I won't show you the way, go back to the house first." ”

With that, he urged the horse to go, and soon disappeared.

Wu Jin shouldered the cake cage, put away the shelf, and walked towards Mofu step by step.

There is indeed a corner door in the southeast corner of Mofu, two low stone pillars are erected outside the door, there are two toads on it, the vermilion door leaf is closed, the word "Futai" is carved on the lintel, and two red lanterns are hung on the left and right to illuminate.

Wu Jin walked up the stone steps and reached out to knock on the door.

As soon as there was a knock on the door, the people who came out of the guard room looked him up and down, and without waiting for him to explain his intentions, they led him behind the shadow wall.

Although this mansion is hung with the name of the festival envoy, it is actually the old mansion of the Mo family in Kuanzhou, deep and wide, a courtyard on the left, another garden, there are promenades everywhere, and the rockery and flowing water are countless, and they are overwhelmed.

In the darkness of the night, only the lights flickered, winding away, pointing out a way.

Everywhere he went, someone took over, and Wu Jin knew that this was not the way to the back kitchen, so he became more and more worried.

I don't know how long he walked, he finally entered a boxy courtyard, the powder walls on both sides were covered with vines, and the branches were thick, and I don't know how many years the old stakes were planted, like a net netting the whole wall.

The walls and tiles are all full of old and solemn feeling, and there are clay sculptures and wood carvings of servants standing on the left and right, and even the eyeballs have not moved a bit.

There are only two things in the corner of the yard, which makes people relax.

A tile dog that can be ridden and played, and a pottery bell next to the vine, are all things that children play with.

The subordinate asked Wu Jin to remove the bread cage on his shoulder and lead him into the porch, but he did not let him in, but let him stand outside the door and wait, and did not shy away from letting him hear the content of the conversation inside.

"Don't use it in Kuanzhou, don't you need it anywhere else? You are so stubborn, you have lost real money! ”

After a while, Mo Qianlan's voice came: "I don't like chaos. ”

"There's never been a mess yet...... You didn't say you wouldn't use it before, and Miss Mo ...... Isn't that a joke? ”

There was a sneer from Mo Qianlan in the room, and after a long time, Mo Qianlan's voice was low and indifferent, reaching Wu Jin's ears: "What she said is what you have to abide by." ”

There was a dead silence inside and outside the room.

After a long time, the people in the house said goodbye and didn't take a second look at the gray Wu Jin.

The subordinate standing at the door went in to pass the ceremony, and after a while, the subordinate lifted the warm curtain and whispered to Wu Jin: "Please." ”

As soon as the warm curtain opened, a warm breeze came from the shop.

Wu Jin straightened his clothes, stepped in, and saw a man in a soap coat sitting on the Taishi chair opposite, aged about thirty, who was Mo Lingfeng's brother Mo Qianlan.

Wu Jin glanced at it in a hurry the first two times, but when he looked closely today, he found that Mo Qianlan was also Danfeng, with a sick face, as if he had an old illness.

Wu Jin took a look: "Wu Jin, who was born late, has seen the festival envoy." ”

Then he folded his hands, lowered his head slightly, and lowered his gaze an inch in front of him.

"Wu Jin," Mo Qianlan's voice was gentle, and his eyes softened a lot, "Sit, don't be restrained, you are A'Mi's friend, I should have invited you to my house as a guest." ”

He gestured to the chair below.

Wu Jin sat down along his fingers, and at the same time, the charcoal fire made a soft "pop" in the corner behind him.

The fine charcoal, without a trace of smoke, even the sound of burning is so crisp.

At the same time, he felt the coldness and hardness of the chair, and the armrests and backrests encircled him together, and he had already been straightened out without him having to sit up straight.