The leftover box is also made of pure gold, of course, it cannot be thrown away, and it must be recycled and reused.

He soon passed by a deep corridor. In front of the corridor, a cluster of flowers and trees is luxuriant, blocking the section of the corridor that protrudes to the water at the back.

This section is very tortuous, and the guards are at the end of the left and right ends, and they are more than fifty zhang away from here.

Seeing that there was no one left and right, Que Quan quickly took out the gold box and opened it, took a small silver spoon and scraped off the remaining ink on the wall of the box! The light was dim, but this did not prevent Que Quan from completing the work at hand.

King Wei stamped, the middle part of the natural seal cake was the fastest to see the bottom, but there was still ink mud left around. This dynasty is still frugal, and after Miganfang gets the box, it will scrape off the residual ink and mix it with the new product to remake.

There are strict regulations on how much the new seal cake is sent to the imperial study every day, and Que Quan didn't do anything. But with the rest of the recycled products, no one cares how much is left.

Que Quan's movements were skillful, and he took a silver spoon and quickly took a small circle, took out half of the ink, and left about thirty percent, and then closed the lid.

As concocted, the clay in the three boxes was partially removed and quietly put into the handkerchief he carried. He didn't dare to take it all, otherwise he was afraid that the stuffing would be exposed.

From front to back, he only used more than twenty breaths.

Then, he gathered everything and walked to the exit of the cloister.

This is a routine matter, and when Miganfang receives the gold box, he will tear out all the remaining ink, and he will not be suspicious.

Que Quan returned to his lodgings, took out the square handkerchief, dipped it in a clay pot, and added two drops of potion.

There is liquid in the bottle.

Only then did he go to dinner.

King Wei's wedding, the palace people not only got red envelopes, but today's meal is also very particular, there are stewed fragrant and tender lion heads, sweet and sour sweet and sour tile fish...... There is also his favorite braised pork roasted shutter knot, which is fragrant and fragrant.

It's a pity that Que Quan still has something to do, so he had to smell the aroma and swallow desperately, while asking for two big meat buns, and sneaking back to his residence.

What is braised pork, after this ticket is done today, treat yourself to eating and drinking spicy food as usual. As long as you have money, some people will help you smuggle in good materials from outside the palace.

Back at the residence, Que Quan closed the window, took out the gauze and stretched it on the wooden basin, and poured the clay pot into the basin—

The reddish liquid flowed down, but the black sand remained on the gauze.

Immediately afterwards, Que Quan packed the sand on an iron plate, and then put it on the fire to bake.

The plate was getting hotter and hotter, and the sand was also black, but the darkness on its surface slowly faded, revealing the pure gold underneath—

That is, after a quarter of an hour, only golden fine sand remained on the plate.

If He Xiaoyuan or Yan Saburo were here, they would be able to identify that this golden sand powder was gold powder.

Miganfang used it to make Weiwang's seal cakes, and Que Quan restored them by scavenging the leftover ink.

Now he turned out the fire, quickly flipped the fine sand to cool, and finally swept them all into a small bottle.

He is already too skilled in this process to make a mistake with his eyes closed.

At this point, he let out a long breath, cleaned up the house, and led the door out.

The direction he went was the Imperial Restaurant.

Today, the palace is going to be busy, the carriages transporting materials come and go, and the compradors outside send countless things into the palace.

The leader of this trip was a smiling businessman, who whispered in the imperial dining room, and happened to meet Que Quan when he came out. The latter smiled and said, "Tomorrow or you?"

"yes. ”

"What about the roast duck that I brought a clay figurine?" Que Quan took out a dozen copper plates, and as soon as the two handed them over, the small bottle was in the hands of the merchant.

This scene is normal outside the Imperial Dining Room, and the palace people often ask these compradors to bring something in from outside.

"Okay, no problem. The merchant remained silent, put away the money and the bottle, and left.

Que Quan walked back with a relaxed face. He knew that by this time tomorrow, the comprador would enter the palace again and hand over to him the money from the roast duck and the gold dust he had sold.

If only I could spend money outside.

He passed by the garden, and he could not see the flowers at night, but he could smell all kinds of flowers, one of which was particularly strong, as if it were blooming. But Que Quan didn't notice it at all, what he wanted was to rush back now, and he didn't know if there was a lion's head to eat.

As soon as this thought was finished, two guards came out from behind the tree and walked straight towards him: "Que Quan?"

"Yes, it's me. Que Quan's smile suddenly froze on his face, and his heart pounded wildly.

He had a sense of foreboding.

"Come with us. The guard didn't give him time to react, but he set up his men and walked to the pavilion on the side.

The braised pork and lion's head were soaked in the soup, and only the flowers in the garden were fragrant. There was a man sitting in the pavilion, unsmiling.

As soon as Que Quan looked up and saw him, he was so frightened that he almost urinated on the spot.

Protector of the country!

The Protector is actually waiting for him here?

Que Quan didn't feel honored at all, and only two words circled back and forth in his mind:

Finished.

Han Zhao opened his mouth coldly: "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"

He raised his eyebrows, and his upper and lower teeth fought, gurgling, but his throat was surprisingly dry, and he couldn't get a word out. Although this is Tianyao Palace, it is an unwritten rule that the protector of the country can enter and exit freely.

"Very well, I think I know. Han Zhao smiled, "Tell me in detail, who did you give all the gold dust you to? If you dare to miss a word, I will gouge out one of your eyes." ”

Que Quan shivered like a sifting chaff. The guard standing behind him suddenly said, "Grandpa, he peed his pants." ”

Han Zhao shook his head, he didn't use any means, he couldn't carry this eggless and useless thing?

"You're not going to die yet. He said slowly, "I'm useful to you." ”

Then, Han Zhao watched Que Quan stop trembling suddenly, but his face was blue and white, and he hadn't recovered from his state of being terrified.

"I saw you give the gold dust to the comprador, which family is he?"

Que Quan's concentration was fixed, and then he found his voice: "Back to Grandpa, he, he is not ...... He's a comprador. It's me, my cousin's nephew. ”

"He took the gold dust out of the palace, and then where did he send it?"

"Some of them are sent to the dark market, where they are listed for sale, and they don't deal directly with people, which is relatively safe. Que Quan swallowed, "There are also some of them to the merchants in the south, and they will be shipped to other places to sell, and they will say that this is produced by Fenglai Mountain." ”

"How much have you stolen over the years?"

Beads of sweat rolled down from the corners of his forehead, but he couldn't speak.

He is a rat in a rice tank, stealing a little bit every day, and the accumulation is also considerable.

"Who taught you how to accumulate gold dust from the ink?"

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