Meng Juntong, the person painted in the scroll, must not have known her, but as a dreamer, she knew that it was absolutely impossible to use this kind of magic out of nothing.

It can even be said that that person should be a person who has very close contact with Fan Yin on weekdays.

And the best way to find out such a person is to go to the local government.

No matter what kind of person you are, there will be a family register in the local government office. And since more than 10 years ago, the government of the six countries will have a painting technician position, although there is no official position, but Yu Lu is at the same level as the Yazhong Catcher, specializing in household registration and painting scrolls.

Normally, each person corresponds to his or her own household registration information, and there is also a scroll of portraits.

Of course, the level of the painter is uneven, and sometimes when the painter has a heavy workload, the painting is a little unsatisfactory.

Meng Juntong just wants to be able to see the portrait of a woman who is not so abstract from Cheng Yu, even if he doesn't know it, at least he has to have a comparison.

came to the Xingye Town Mansion and informed the errand at the door, Cheng Yu took the initiative to go out to greet Meng Juntong.

Hearing Meng Juntong say that he wanted to check the population portrait of Xingye Town, Cheng Yu agreed without hesitation.

Although this is not in accordance with the rules, it stands to reason that the archives in the government are not open to outsiders. But it's not a big deal.

After all, Xingye Town is a small place, and even if there are few people who know about this order, there are probably not a few.

Soon Cheng Yu took Meng Juntong to the archives of the government office.

"There are four libraries of A, B, C and D in the archives, and there are only A and B stores of household registration portraits, which are these two. Cheng Yu led Meng Juntong into the warehouse.

said it was a case bank, but in fact, it was two small rooms.

As soon as I walked into it, I smelled a strong musty smell.

Needless to say, I also know that this must be the result of not having anyone come to take care of it for many years.

Meng Juntong waved her hand to disperse the dust in front of her, and she couldn't help asking: "Brother Cheng, the importance that your government attaches to this case needs to be improved, just this musty smell, I'm afraid more than half of the documents in it can't be read." ”

Cheng Yu scratched his head a little embarrassed: "It's a small place, there are more than 1,000 households with a population back and forth, and there are not many outsiders who migrate here. ”

Meng Juntong didn't bother with these and asked, "Where are all the household registration cases in Fan Yin's mansion stored?"

Cheng Yu knew about Meng Juntong's recent massacre in Fan Yin's mansion, and he couldn't help but remind: "Miss Meng, Fan Yin has been transferred to a higher state and county government yesterday, you look at this matter, or leave it alone." ”

There are nine counties in the country of Qi, and Xingye Town belongs to one of them, Baolu County.

In fact, among the nine counties, Baolu County is already the most inconspicuous county, and it has been almost annexed by other surrounding states and counties several times over the years.

It stands to reason that the affairs of the Xingye Town Government do not need to be taken over by the state and county government in person, but Baolu County is too small, and it is difficult to find a middleman to change hands.

Meng Juntong didn't care about this: "The matter of Chafan Mansion is not just for Fan Yin, I also have my own plans, Brother Cheng, I'm sorry for you." ”

Cheng Yu didn't say anything else, when Fan Yin was transferred to the state and county government before, a copy of the case in his house had actually been sorted out.

It was sent to the state and county government offices, but it was just a copy of the copy, and the original traces were still left in the treasury.

Soon, Cheng Yu led Meng Juntong to a shelf, and pointed from left to right: "That's it, the next layer is the servant recorded in the slave book on the Fan family's mansion, and the upper layer is Fan Yin's family." ”

Not to mention, this Fan family is really a big family, just this population, one family is worth the total population of dozens of households.

Meng Juntong casually threw a scroll scroll from the shelf, and she mainly came to find someone.

When the picture scroll came, Meng Juntong was a little dumbfounded at the moment.

It is reasonable that the skills of painters who paint portraits for local people are high and low, but Meng Juntong feels that the painting in his hand is not from the hand of any painter at all.

I'm afraid that if you find a few yellow-mouthed children on the street to come here, it will be more realistic than here.

Looking at the handwriting of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing on the scroll, except for a person's head, torso, and limbs, which can distinguish that the painting is a person, the rest can't be seen at all, and even whether the portrait is male or female, Meng Juntong can't understand it.

Cheng Yu saw Meng Juntong's strange face, and turned his head to take a look, and suddenly became embarrassed: "What, this is after the old painter of the previous generation passed away, the new painter took over the pen and painted. ”

Meng Juntong was embarrassed, where is this hand-born, this is not able to paint at all, and she asked: "Can I take the liberty of asking, what did you painters do before you take over as painters?"

Cheng Yu gently reached out and rubbed his somewhat hot face, and then shook his head again.

Meng Juntong suddenly understood something, and exclaimed: "That painter shouldn't be you!"

Cheng Yu nodded embarrassedly.

He really painted it.

After the old painter passed away, for a long time, no new artist could be found.

In this small town, if you want to find a hunter, the butcher will catch a lot of them, but if you want to find someone who can pick up a pen and draw, it is really difficult for the local government.

In desperation, he had to drive Cheng Yu, who had been reading for a few days, ashore and send him to the desk.

Cheng Yu hadn't even touched the brush before that, but there was no way, since he received the painter's salary every month, he also had to do the work that the painter should do.

Fortunately, in these years, there is no need for these portraits, and no one will run to the government office to look for their own portraits.

Meng Juntong said helplessly: "I know that I am looking for a portrait, you still show me this." She rolled up the scroll and stuffed it back into the shelf.

The paintings in these years are all written by Cheng Yu, so there is no need to look at them.

Cheng Yu smiled embarrassedly: "If you don't look for the paintings of the old painters before, my paintings are really not good-looking, but the painting skills of the old painters are very good." ”

Meng Juntong shook her head, what she wanted to see was really the catalogue of the past few years.

Suddenly, Meng Juntong thought of a method: "If I draw a portrait of that person, will you be able to recognize that person?"

Meng Juntong was almost certain that the woman was someone in the Fan Mansion.

The corners of Cheng Yu's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, but in the end he still said: "Then it depends on Miss Meng's painting skills." ”

Meng Juntong smiled coldly: "No matter how bad it is, can it be worse than you?"