Ye Caitang nibbled on dim sum all the way and walked back, sighing as he walked.

Although she has never eaten this dim sum, looking at the exquisite box and production, she knows that this dim sum is not cheap, and of course the taste is also worthy of the price and packaging. Although Xia Yue's gifts are all small favors, they are really moving.

So the old saying makes sense, if you want to keep a person's heart, you must first keep a person's stomach, and when a person is full, it is especially easy to be moved.

Early the next morning, Aunt Lin really made a big meat bun.

Ye Caitang held the bun in one hand and Aunt Lin in the other: "It's delicious." ”

Everyone also thinks it is very delicious, a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, a big meat bun, I can't stop eating a sweat.

Aunt Lin couldn't help but smile when she saw that everyone really liked it, but she only smiled once, and the smile disappeared again.

Ye Caitang knew that she remembered Lin Ling, and hugged her shoulders vigorously.

I can't resurrect Lin Ling, but I must not let her die in vain.

Kim Jong-li's house has been thoroughly searched, and the total amount of copper coins and broken silver is only a dozen taels in total.

This is a lot for an ordinary family, but it is too shabby for Kim Jong-ri, who has a lot of income and no bad habits.

Ye Caitang rummaged through the clothes in his closet and the bedding on the bed: "Kim Jong-ri has always lived a simple life, and there are not many clothes, so he should have saved a lot of money." ”

In those days, there were no bank transfers, but Kim Jong-li's large income was not something that one person could handle, and it was easy to check.

Several disciples who had been following Kim Jong-ri for many years were found, and when they learned of Kim Jong-ri's death, they wept bitterly.

The master is dead, and I don't know if the feelings are deep or not, but I will definitely have no work in the future, and I will have to find another way to make a living.

They don't know how much money they charge each time they show someone a feng shui practice, but they know which one they do each time. I also know where Kim Jong-ri likes to eat and listen to dramas on weekdays.

Xia Yue asked the four of them to stand in a row.

These four apprentices began to glance at the Meng family's old mansion, but they didn't pay attention.

Later, I suspected that Kim Jong-ri was on the throne, and I called them to inquire about the situation, but they couldn't say much.

Among the apprentices, the one who has been with him for the longest time is the senior brother, named Yang Youchang. is a big-shouldered and round-waisted teenager who looks a little honest, and he has been with Kim Jong-ri for the longest time.

"I've been with Master for five years." Yang Youchang said: "Master takes good care of me, he sees that I am alone with my mother, and every time I have a job, he will call me first, and he will give me more." ”

It's a pity that it's only five years, five years, and it's impossible to participate in the case of seven years ago.

The other ones said similarly, they don't live far away, they all shout when they have a job, and they will give money when they finish it.

Xia Yue said: "When you don't have a job, will you come to see Master?" ”

A few people, you look at me, I look at you, or the senior brother habitually speaks: "I usually come, but I don't come much, and the master doesn't like us to come to disturb him." ”

Ye Caitang interjected: "Is it a New Year's holiday, do you want to give gifts?" ”

Yang Youchang shook his head: "No, the master is not at home during the New Year's holidays, and we don't know where he went, and we can't find it." We came to see Master, and we usually came. ”

Xia Yue and Ye Caitang glanced at each other.

This is strange, Kim Jong-ri is a lonely person, and he has no relatives and friends in the capital, where does he go during the New Year?

Liu Sha couldn't help but say: "Kim Jong-ri won't have a secret lover, an illegitimate child, right?" ”

Kim Jong-ri really doesn't look like a romantic person, and he is getting old again, but people can't look good, and no one can say about this.

Xia Yue asked them to carefully recall the business that Kim Jong-ri has done in the past two years, and what places he likes to go to in his usual life, and recorded them one by one.

The seller is dead, and the buyer still knows how much he is paying.

So the two divided the labor, Xia Yue took Ye Caitang to the place where Kim Zhengli often goes.

A bachelor, he doesn't start his own business, and his meals are basically in two or three restaurants, but the food is simple and not luxurious.

He doesn't go to the casino Qinglou, occasionally buys a pair of clothes, and then buys some utensils for doing things, which is quite simple and clear at a glance.

Liu Sha took people to run for a long time, and summarized his income for the past six months.

"I didn't expect Mr. Feng Shui to make so much money." Liu Sha was deeply stimulated: "In the past two years, it can be found out, there is an income of nearly five hundred taels, except for those distributed to others, how can it be left with four hundred taels, this is simply too profitable." ”

Even if it is Xia Yue, there are no four hundred taels of Yu Lu on the face of the bright face in a year.

Everyone was a little unbalanced for a while, Ye Caitang thought that his silver of two taels a month came from it, and seriously thought about whether to find Xie Zhi to learn art.

Then he came back and smashed Xia Yue flat with silver.

"I can imagine that." Xia Yue didn't care too much and flipped through the bill: "Didn't he plan to charge a hundred taels just for the magic work he did for Lu Waibei?" In this way, five hundred taels in two years is not much. Eat and drink to save, and most of this money can be saved. ”

But now all that can be found in the house is a dozen taels of silver, and there is nothing of value.

Where the money goes, love goes, but where does the money go?

When several people spoke, they were outside a coffin shop.

This kind of shop specializes in selling things for the dead, most of which are coffins, and then paper money, ingots, incense candles, etc., open at the end of a small alley.

Although this kind of shop may seem like a bad luck, after all, no one can leave it, and Kim Jong-ri is a regular customer.

When Liu Sha came over, they had just come out of the store, talking and walking forward.

Suddenly, there was a shout from behind.

"Wait a minute, my lord, wait a minute." The shopkeeper of the coffin shop chased him out of it.

The crowd stopped.

The shopkeeper said: "I suddenly remembered something, and I don't know if it is useful." ”

"You say."

The shopkeeper said: "My lord, you asked Lao Jin if there was any strange phenomenon, just now I turned over the account book again, and there was really a time, I don't know if it's strange." ”

Xia Yue said: "You just say it." ”

The shopkeeper said: "That was four years ago, one day Lao Jin came to the shop to get the goods as usual, and the goods he took were generally cheap and good-looking, which was the kind that fooled people." But that time, he wanted good goods. ”

Nor did the people understand this business.

Xia Yue said: "What kind of so-called good goods do you mean? ”