The Zhou family's storehouse is a secret room.

How the painting disappeared, no one knows.

The painting is still in the county, but no one knows where it went or how it disappeared.

In order to hide from Zeng Beggar and his group these days, the beggar Liu has been working in Zhou's house every day, being lazy when there is no one, and working honestly when there are people, there are two hot meals a day, and the salary is also settled every day, Liu Beggar feels that such a day is not bad.

At this time, the beggar Liu was lying on the grass, with his legs crossed, basking in the sun, holding a withered straw in his mouth, and holding his hands behind his head. Full of comfortable faces, enjoying the autumn leisure.

"Everyone, come here!" Several Zhou family members in coarse linen clothes ran around, shouting to greet people.

"The handymen of the temporary helpers came, and the rest went back to their places and continued their work." The steward of the Zhou family, who was wearing a fine material gown, appeared.

A few of the family members who had just left their hands and rushed to the gathering, after the maid heard the words of the steward, they all turned around in confusion and returned together, discussing as they walked: "What's the matter?"

A family member glanced around with a scrutinizing gaze, including these temporary handymen including Liu Beggar, and said, "I heard that the old man's painting was stolen." ”

"What does it have to do with us?" said the family next to him with a puzzled expression.

The family who had just spoken, his voice suddenly raised, as if he was saying it to others: "Naturally, it has little to do with us, we are all from the Zhou family, and we haven't seen anything good over the years." ”

"Yes, if you want me to see it, it must be this group of shabby people who did it. As soon as this sentence fell, many handymen who worked part-time jobs next to him showed indignant expressions.

After several people saw the reactions of the people around them, they discussed more happily: "Hehe, you also know that our young master doesn't look down on these people, if it weren't for the old man's kindness and thinking about letting these people have a good year, the young master would have driven them away a long time ago." ”

"Scattered, scattered. When the year comes, there is no room for any other mistakes. As he spoke, he dispersed.

“...”

"Because there have been some inconvenient things recently, so please come to me later to receive a reward. The steward stood on the stage, looked down at the group of people, and said.

"So what are we going to do? It's about to be the New Year. "Many people have such doubts, and some people shouted out.

The beggar Liu standing in the crowd was stunned, he knew that he couldn't hide, in the eyes of that group of beggars, he was now a piece of fat. The Zhou family doesn't want him anymore, what should he do?

"Okay, one hundred copper coins per person, and all the temporary servants will leave the Zhou family before the sun rises tomorrow morning. After speaking, the steward didn't pay any attention to the people below, and turned back to the inner hall.

"Tomorrow morning," everyone present muttered in their hearts.

Guobei County, Zhoujia, Inner Hall

"Sir, I've dismissed these miscellaneous servants," the steward saluted Mr. Wei with a respectful face.

Mr. Wei nodded: "I'm not afraid that the fish will swim far, but I'm afraid that the fish won't move." ”

The shopkeeper of the Zhou family, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but nodded.

"My lord, I also greet my good brothers, and the painting is inseparable from the Zhou family, and it is inseparable from Guobei County. After listening to the conversation between Mr. Wei and the steward, he immediately bowed to the county magistrate who was sitting at the top and said.

With a wave of his hand, the county magistrate didn't speak, just frowned, thinking about something.

Seeing that the magistrate didn't speak, Shopkeeper Zhou stretched out his hand to greet Mr. Xia Wei, and the two left the hall and went out.

Guobei County, Mr. Wei's home

In the past two days, the matter of losing paintings has gradually become known, and the scary scholar who has always been curious is not idle, either to inquire about this, or to run around, day by day mysterious.

But he didn't have time to go out today, and he was packing his bookcase in the house at this time.

Han Qiu sent Mr. Wei to Zhou's house early in the morning, and when he returned home at this time, after taking care of the bed, he was sweeping the leaves in the yard, and he was going to work in a while, and the Zhou family would send Mr. Wei to a private school.

Shout!

A line of black dots shot towards Mr. Wei's porter, and a sinister aura flashed in Han Qiufen's eyes, and as soon as he intercepted the hidden weapon, he was about to catch this guy who was throwing things.

"I'll go to the wine shop where you work at noon to have a good meal, autumn equinox, you have to serve Uncle Ben well, quack quack. The scholar was in a good mood, packed the bookcase on his back, and was busy pushing the door with his hands, and his mouth was not idle.

Hearing the scholar's words, Han Qiufen's body that had just squatted down stood up straight again, and carefully looked at what he was holding in his hand.

It's a dart.

A strip of cloth was tied to the end of the dart, and after opening it and looking at it randomly, Han Qiufen continued to pick up the broom and continue to clean up the fallen leaves.

With a creak, the wooden door of the inner room was pushed open, and the scholar walked out.

"Let's go, lead the way in front, Uncle Ben is going to consume, little handyman. ”

Boom! The scholar's hair was scattered, and the dart that had been held was nailed to the door, along with the scarf on his head.

"You!" the scholar bared his teeth and shouted, but he finally didn't call out the words that followed, and quickly turned his head to get the square scarf.

Suddenly, the scholar's hand paused in the air, and he turned around and looked at Han Qiufen very seriously.

Han Qiufen ignored him while sweeping the floor, and the scholar turned around again, pulled out the dart very hard, looked at it casually, and after stuffing the dart into his arms, he left the house quickly.

Hmmmmm

The broom never stopped, and Han Qiu didn't raise his head.

"Hurry up, or you won't be paid for dinner!"

The scholar's voice came from afar