my grandmother

Gu Yan led the guards and went straight to the east of Pingjiang City.

There was still half a mile away from Zhu's house, the guards waiting on the side of the road rushed out to meet him, bowed to greet him immediately, steered the horse forward, led the way at the front, and went straight to the small courtyard where old master Zhu was in the corner of the garden.

Wang Gui greeted him at the gate of the small courtyard with his hands down.

Gu Yan stood at the entrance of the small courtyard, turned around and looked around, stepped on the steps, and when he passed Wang Gui, he asked, "How's it going?"

"Zhu Weishan and his son have explained the murder in detail. This is a confession. Those involved in this case have been arrested in the house and have been interrogated. Those who are outside have been arrested and brought to justice. "Wang Gui followed behind Gu Yan, holding a stack of fine bamboo shadow paper.

Gu Yan stopped, took the stack of paper, read it carefully, handed the thin paper back to Wang Gui, and asked, "What about the silk business?"

"I have also confessed." Wang Gui handed over another set of statements.

Gu Yan took it, flipped through it roughly, handed it back to Wang Gui, and asked, "Where's Huang Xianzhou? Where are you?"

"Estimated the time, it should be here soon." Wang Gui replied hastily.

When he set off from Jinling County, he sent someone straight to Linhai Town to pick up Huang Xianzhou. It seemed that this Huang Ye was not good at running a horse. If he had been racing back and forth like them, he would have arrived by now.

Gu Yan hummed, walked around the screen wall, walked across the yard, and stood in front of the steps of the main house in front of a Taihu stone with bluegrass growing on it. He stopped, squinted his eyes, and carefully admired the Taihu stone full of bluegrass and calamus. He reached out and pinched two calamus leaves, rubbed them a few times, smelled them, and smiled with Wang Gui: "It smells like blood, smell it."

"Yes." Wang Guiming knew the meaning of his son's words "smell of blood", so he carefully pinched two calamus leaves, rubbed them open carefully, and smelled them.

Gu Yan entered the upper room, stood in front of the old master Zhu Weishan and his son Zhu Xingwen who were tied to the chairs, and looked carefully.

Zhu Weishan's face was ashen, Zhu Xingwen didn't dare to look up, he looked at Gu Yan's clothes, and the shaking chair kept bumping against the high table next to him.

"Go to Jianle City, be obedient, and I will save the lives of your Zhu family and Zhu clan." Gu Yan looked at Zhu Weishan and said slowly.

"Yes." Zhu Weishan's throat was hoarse, and his expression was in a trance, as if he had returned to his childhood, watching his grandmother kneeling in front of the Guanyin statue, saluting the Buddha in a rambling manner:
If there is an effect, there must be a cause, but it is just the word cause and effect...

Gu Yan came out and met Huang Xianzhou, who was panting heavily, "Take a breath first and have a cup of tea." Then he told Wang Gui, "Mr. Huang will send them to Jianle City after the trial, and take good care of them on the way. Leave it to General Wen."

Huang Xianzhou folded his hands and bowed his body, Wang Gui answered with his hands down.

Two hours later, Zhu Weishan and his son Zhu Xingwen walked around to the front gate and told the concierge in a loud voice: their father and son went to Beijing to celebrate Pang Xiangye's birthday.

After a confession, a group of about ten carts started to run.

The concierge stared at the dozen or so cars, stunned, the old man and the ninth master went to Beijing together, just these few cars?Master Nine needs more than these carts to go to Linhai Town!
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After receiving the letter from Li Wenliang, Yu Chengfu rushed to Zhu's house in the east of the city, and walked around the house.

There was no sound around the house, all the courtyard doors were tightly closed, Yu Chengfu tried to pat the corner door and the side door, and waited for a long time, but there was no sound inside, no one answered.

Yu Chengfu walked back with his hands clasped in his arms, halfway there, stopped, frowned and thought for a while, trotted all the way into the familiar dental shop, found the old dental shop with whom he often dealt, and muttered a few words.

Xing Lao went out, came back in a while, and brought back a young man with a happy face and lively eyes. Yu Chengfu and the young man went straight to the Zhu family's mansion in the east of the city.

The boy went straight to the gate of Zhu's mansion, Yu Chengfu hid behind a tree and stared at the boy with his neck stretched out.

The boy patted and yelled continuously, and after yelling for more than a quarter of an hour, the courtyard door opened a crack, revealing half of his face.

Yu Chengfu stared closely at the porter with half of his face exposed, watched the porter and the boy come and go and chatted for a while, then closed the courtyard door with a bang.

The boy ran back in a hurry, and reported to Yu Chengfu: "According to the master's order, I just said that I came from Linhai Town. If I have something urgent to ask the old man, the concierge said that the old man took the ninth master and left before noon. , Said that the old man confessed that they went to the capital to celebrate Pang Xiangye’s birthday, and said that they brought a dozen cars. That’s all.”

"Thank you." Yu Chengfu touched a small silver coin and gave it to the boy.

The little servant repeatedly bowed to thank Yu Chengfu and ran away.

Yu Chengfu straightened his back little by little, and let out a long breath.

If you leave before noon, how can you leave at noon?
It takes about ten cars to go to the capital, hehe!It seems that Old Master Zhu and Master Zhu Jiu were really taken away.

This must be a letter specially delivered by the palace, Uncle Li is really not easy!
Yu Chengfu shook his shoulders, felt the wind on his feet, and went straight to the Pingjiang Silk Shop.

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Wu Xinglao waited for several Xinglao to watch Yu Chengfu say a few words, then stood up and left, as if he was too lazy to pay attention to them, but he couldn't care less about getting angry.

"Is what he said true or false?" Xu Xing's old face turned pale.

Old Master Zhu and Master Zhu Jiu were arrested and taken to Beijing!
This is too scary!

"Since we are arresting and going to Beijing, we must live in the posthouse. Send a few more people to go ahead and guard the posthouse?" Feng Xinglao lowered his voice very low, looking at everyone.

"Yes, yes, yes! If you can keep it, maybe you can still say a few words, even if you can't speak, you can see it." Wei Xing followed closely and agreed.

"Choose one from each family, hurry up!" After Wu Xinglao said a word, he felt flustered and a little out of breath.

"Xu Xing's hometown is a bit of an in-law relationship with Zhu's family, isn't it?" Feng Xing suggested hesitantly.

"You trust him?" The old man Xu Xing asked bluntly.

"That's true, that's true." Feng Xing hurriedly said with a smile.

"Hurry up and pick someone up, hurry up and leave!" Wu Xing urged angrily, poking the ground with his crutches.

Yu Chengfu went out of the silk shop and went straight to his weaving workshop. He first grabbed a boy and asked him to call the steward of the weaving workshop at his wife's brother's house, and then told the steward of his own weaving workshop to start work quickly. I will make up for the work that has been delayed for a while!

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As the night fell, reports of the situation of several weaving workshops in and outside Pingjiang City were sent to Bieye.

Shi Gun turned over a handful of thin bamboo slips handed over by the servant, followed Gu Yan, and reported as he walked: "It was the weaving workshop of Yu Chengfu and his wife and brother at first, and it became busy before and after the meeting.

"Around the beginning of the year, Wu's, Chu's, Feng's, and Wei's weaving workshops also opened their doors. It is said that the stewards of each family have ordered the candle shop to deliver candles, and they have to adjust and start weaving silk tomorrow morning. .”

Gu Yan listened intently, snorted, and smiled slightly.

The silk business is half over, and he can concentrate on the sea tax department.