A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

The old woman was dejected, "That's all, the Feng family is in decline, and the son is not learning well and has no way to make a living. Taozhi said that he would put food in his brother's house. It will be empty anyway, so it is better to let the Xiao family be a granary."

"She told you not to let outsiders know, right?"

"Yes."

Yeats asked again: "Xiao Taozhi is dead, do you know that?"

The old woman sneered, "Sooner or later, a woman like her, who is obsessed with money, will have such a day."

"Do you know who she associates with?"

"We have been divorced from my son for several years, so I know."

Yeats made a move, and Zhang Jin led the people to take the old woman into custody. She kept shouting: "I have said everything that needs to be said, why are you arresting me? I really don't know who harmed that woman. I really don't know." Know……"

The old woman's mouth was opened and gagged with a cloth, and her screams stopped abruptly.

Teng Chong came to Yeats' side and said, "This old woman is so stubborn that she should be caught and interrogated in Dali Temple."

Yeats shook his head slightly, "Maybe I really don't know."

"Then why arrest her?"

Yeats looked at him.

oh!Teng Chong suddenly understood that one of them died during the previous investigation, "This is to protect her."

In fact, there is one thing Yeats didn't say. They were able to ask the old woman what she said, which showed from the side that the old woman really didn't know anything. If she knew anything, probably what they saw when they entered the yard was not a living person. Just in case, take the old woman to Dali Temple first.

"Are we looking for food now?" Teng Chong asked and answered: "I guess the food has been transported to Xiaoji."

This is too close to Xiao Ji.

Yeats shook his head, "No."

"Where would that be?"

Yeats smiled at Teng Chong, but without replying, she turned around and left the small courtyard.

When Teng Chong saw that she was silent, he quickly chased after her, "Brother Ye, where are you going?"

"Go to the pier and find a place to eat."

The pier is dirty and messy. Where to eat?Although Teng Chong was confused, he still followed.

Zhang Jin didn't follow. He escorted the old woman back to Dali Temple. He also went to the gambling house and brought Feng Liulang back to Dali Temple.

Mo Song followed behind with his sword in hand. When he left, he turned to look at the empty Feng family, which was lifeless. When he raised his eyes, he saw an old crow flying from the treetops of the backyard. In the bright sunshine of April, it looked particularly disharmonious.

He calmly withdrew his gaze and strode to follow Yeats.

At noon, the wharf is filled with the sounds of vendors, trackers shouting, and merchants bargaining.

Yeats and others found a noodle stall and sat down to eat noodles. The sun shone brightly without any shade. They ate hot noodles. After finishing a bowl, they felt like they had been fished out of the water. They were covered in sweat.

"Comfortable...comfortable..." Yeats sighed as he patted his bulging belly.

Teng Chong couldn't stand it. He was restless in the heat. He really couldn't sympathize with his little brother's enjoyment. "I can't wait to jump into the water and take a bath."

The funny look on his face made Yeats laugh, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

On the top floor of Lanyue Tower, the silver-masked man took off his mask after entering the room. He came forward and bowed: "Go back to your lord, the goods have not been found yet."

The young man sitting at the main seat was clearly King Han, who had just become the clan leader. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in black, "What is Yeats doing?"

"I didn't find any food just now, so I went to the moat dock now. According to the news, I'm eating noodles now."

King Han tapped his fingers on the table, once or twice...

The man in black stood patiently, waiting for the knocking to stop before he raised his eyes, waiting for his master to issue an order.

"What is Zhao Qian doing?" Someone else stepped forward and replied, "Back to the prince, he has been staying in Hongxiaoyuan since he had dinner with Pei Jingning and Yeats."

The lobby was quiet, and the man in black couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, do you want to stop tormenting Naji to make him speak?"

King Han glanced over at him and spoke slowly, "Do you think he will still speak?"

The man in black lowered his head and did not dare to say anything.

King Han curled his lips, "They say people named Ye are smart, so let's see how smart she is..."

"Your Highness means..."

King Han glanced at him.

The man in black immediately understood what he meant, "Yes, I will follow you personally."

After dinner, Yeats and his party went their separate ways.

Teng Chong returned to Dali Temple.

Qin Dachuan went to check the informant's relationship at the dock. Only Yang Fuquan and Mo Song followed Yeats.

She walked around the pier, either buying a snack to eat, or squatting among the beggars, chatting with them. She walked around until the sun was about to set, and then she found a noodle stall and ate another bowl of noodles. .

Yang Fuquan ate the noodles with less soup and less salt, and finally finished the meal. "Brother Ye, are we going back after dinner?"

Yeats smiled and said, "I've never seen the nightlife at the pier. Let's take a look around today."

"Ah..." Yang Fuquan was extremely surprised, "This is outside the city. If we don't go back, we won't be able to enter the city."

"If you can't get in, then find an inn to stay at. How about experiencing the Pier Inn?"

After following Yeats for nearly a year, Yang Fuquan knew exactly what kind of person she was. She was very particular about cleanliness. Not only did she bathe every day, but the place she lived in had to be spotless. The wharf inns were basically Datongbu, and they were all dirty. If she is going to die, can she live there?
"Are you sure?" Yang Fuquan asked, pointing to the dilapidated inn not far ahead.

Yeats nodded without hesitation, "Of course."

After saying that, he took out a dozen coins from his wallet and put it on the noodle stall table, "Brother, noodles money."

"Go ahead, sir." The stall owner happily collected the money and was extremely polite. He also told Yeats, "The Yuelai Inn over there is cleaner than this one, and there is also a shed for storing horses and carriages. The price is not expensive and very affordable.”

"Thank you bro for the pointer."

"You're welcome, brother."

Yeats casually packed another portion of noodles.

"Brother Ye, are you afraid of being hungry at night?"

Mo Song also looked at Yeats.

Yeats only smiled, carried the packed noodles, and walked slowly into the streets.

Walking to the intersection of the pier and the street, I stopped in front of a boy and put the packed noodles in front of him, "Eat it, it's just been packed and it's still warm."

In the dusk, the disabled boy looked up with no expression on his face, and his numb eyes looked at Yeats.

Yeats smiled and waved, "See you tomorrow." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Yang Fuquan looked at Yeats's back, then at the disabled boy, and sighed, okay, he didn't expect that.

Mo Song was still holding the sword, and his eyes were not on that face, but on the boy's exposed disabled leg, which was broken by someone. After identifying it, he withdrew his gaze indifferently and continued to follow Yeats.

As night falls, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, and its pure white light shines on the earth, as if it has given the earth a layer of silver light.

The breeze blows, ripples appear on the river, the willow branches along the moat are gently swayed by the wind, the lights on the boats on the river are extinguished one after another, and everything slowly returns to tranquility.

The little boy who was sitting on the pier begging dragged his disabled legs to find a place to spend the night. He crawled for an unknown amount of time until he found a corner of a shed with a nest of dead grass underneath and a straw curtain above to protect him from the dew. This was his shelter. The ground is gone.