Day and night tour

Chapter 108 Mi Po
Zhou Xuan thought of the "well lamp" and asked Song Jie: "Does Zhang Yihua like to publish articles in newspapers?"

"I don't know, but she really likes reading newspapers." Song Jie gestured with her legs crossed and read the newspaper, and said,

"On the set, she likes to do this whenever she has a break. She reads all kinds of newspapers."

"Well, thank you, second sister-in-law. That's all for now. I'll go back to my room first."

Zhou Xuan stood up and said goodbye, and Zheng Jiujiang breathed a sigh of relief.

……

Inside the house, Lu Kunming had been waiting for a long time and was reading a newspaper to kill time.

"Fifth senior brother."

Lu Kunming put the newspaper on the table, stood up and said, "I have asked the night watchman and Zhang Yihua's neighbors, and no one has entered Zhang Yihua's house recently.

In addition, I also learned some new information.”

"What's going on?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"There was a night watchman named Zhong in Xiye Mansion. He was called a night watchman, but he didn't ring the bell. Everyone in the mansion had clocks at home, and ringing the bell would make a lot of noise. His main responsibility was to patrol at night, with a lantern, to check if there was a fire or thief in the mansion.
He said that on a rainy night a few months ago, he saw Zhang Yihua from a distance wearing a raincoat and going out. There was a bulge on her back, which must be because she was carrying a big bag.

"He could tell who it was even though they were wearing raincoats?"

Zhou Xuan felt that the night watchman had good eyesight. He had seen people wearing raincoats in the Zhou family troupe. The raincoats were particularly thick, with two layers inside and outside, which could cover the whole body tightly.

"That night watchman is a huge fan of Zhang Yihua. He has many posters of Zhang Yihua hanging in his house."

It turns out he’s a fan, no wonder.

Some obsessed fans even know exactly what their idols like to eat and drink.

"The night watchman recognized Zhang Yihua based on her walking posture and general body shape," said Lu Mingkun.

Zhou Xuan asked again: "Is there any other news?"

"It's gone for now."

"Well, Brother Fifth, you should go back to your room and rest first. I will think about it myself."

"Well, if you need any help, you can come to me directly." After saying this, Lu Mingkun left the house.

Zhou Xuan sat in a chair and pondered.

Zhang Yihua went out on a rainy night with a backpack. As a big star, if she wanted, she could have asked a car to pick her up at the mansion and asked someone to help carry the bag. Was it worth it for her to do it herself?

"She's a writer, she goes out late at night, she carries a backpack, and she has a mess of books in her house."

Zhou Xuan linked these doubts together, and things seemed to become clearer. In his mind, all the doubts led to images of newspaper articles, and each article was signed by Jing Deng!

"Zhang Yihua is indeed a well-known figure. No wonder she has published so many articles in newspapers over the years, but has hardly been caught by anyone. This is the reason."

Zhou Xuan sighed.

Jing Deng wrote a lot of articles in newspapers, and the types were very wide, covering many publications, from frivolous gossip about female stars to serious political commentary, she wrote about them all...

There were many articles in many types, and they were almost uninterrupted. Even in the days when the secret code of the Blood Well Society was not announced, she still had a large number of articles published in newspapers.

Initially, Zhou Xuan had some doubts in his heart. Isn't he afraid of being caught by running the Xuejing Society's Jingdeng and writing so many articles?

Although the code words are very concealed, Lao Deng, the expert in blood well research, will always find loopholes and follow the article to get to the bottom of the matter.

After all, when an article is submitted to a newspaper, the home address and specific name will be included, otherwise the newspaper will not know to whom to give the royalties.

Now Zhou Xuan understood that so many articles were written by Jing Deng, but they were not published by her.

She stuffed her articles into envelopes, then carried them in her backpack and went to the doors of down-and-out writers who wanted to change their lives by writing articles for newspapers. She would either stuff the envelopes into the house through the cracks in the doors, or place them on the windowsill, put them in newspaper boxes, and other conspicuous places.

There were many such down-and-out literati in Pingshui Prefecture. With Jingdeng's social status, it would not be difficult for him to find out where this group of people lived without anyone noticing.

When they opened the envelope and saw the article written by Jingdeng, they knew that the article was valuable, so they submitted it to the newspaper.

"I guess there will be a warning note written by Jing Deng in the envelope - submissions must be made under the pen name Jing Deng, and the content cannot be deleted or altered."

If they don't do as she says, those down-and-out writers will submit their works under other pen names, and they will no longer receive the manuscripts "delivered" to them by Jingdeng.

Without manuscripts, there would be no generous royalties, and those down-and-out writers would naturally understand this.

Because she was "submitting" manuscripts to each family, Jing Deng was actually very safe. She was a psychic of the Blood Well. When she released her perception, when she submitted her manuscripts to a certain down-and-out writer, she could easily detect whether there was anyone watching her nearby, and whether those down-and-out writers were hiding somewhere, and would jump out to give her a "big surprise" after she submitted her manuscripts...

The primitive delivery method, coupled with the fact that Jing Deng did not care about the income from the manuscripts and relied on down-and-out writers who wanted to write but had little talent to serve as her "footmen", allowed her to expand the Xuejing Society in newspapers and make Jing Deng's name into the spiritual mentor of the Xuejing Society.

Because Jingdeng's articles are so diverse, there are so many books that need to be consulted, so the house is piled with a mess of books.

"This Miss Jing is really admirable."

Jing Deng is talented, thoughtful, and even has a strong personality. When he was brutally tortured by the original owner and the actor, he never flinched for a moment.

Unfortunately, she met Ren Ao!

The deduction of that demon-like alien was so strange that it didn't make sense...

"What is the purpose of Jing Deng establishing the Blood Well Society? Is it really as she advertised at the rally - to benefit us, the Blood Well psychics?"

Zhou Xuan fell into deep thought again.
Money, Jingdeng is not short of money,
Quan, Jingdeng lives alone every day, so he probably doesn't care about this.
Did she establish the Blood Well Society because she had someone supporting her?

"If there really was someone behind him, he wouldn't have been tormented like that by a branch of an opera troupe..."

Zhou Xuan decided not to make any more groundless speculations about Jing Deng.

"I may be able to contact the Well Light, but not in the Blood Well Gathering."

"Use the method of the well lamp to establish a separate connection with the well lamp without revealing my identity at all."

After Zhou Xuan made his decision, he decided to give himself a pen name. "What name should I choose?"

Zhou Xuan looked out the window at the courtyard. Under the ancestral tree, his sister was chatting with Liu Jiaotian.

"I have a pen name - named after a tree, 'Poplar'!"

……

Knowing that Zhang Yihua was Jing Deng, Zhou Xuan felt much more relieved.

Even if we make the worst plan - Jingdeng really wants to use the "Blood Well Fishing Method" as a bargaining chip.

At least he could get in touch with Jingdeng as soon as possible to discuss the deal...

Feeling a little more at ease, Zhou Xuan lay on the bed, closed his eyes, put his mind into the secret realm, and continued to meditate.

……

The Zhou family's popularity is growing, and the branches and leaves of the ancestral tree are becoming more luxuriant.

Under the ancestral tree, Liu Jiaotian and Zhou Lingyi sat side by side, drinking tea and chatting.

"I'm a little sorry about what happened to Third Senior Brother." Zhou Lingyi said.

"Senior Brother Li was the one who made the mistake. He made one mistake after another and it is now impossible to make up for it." Liu Jiaotian said with a sigh.

"Of course you are the most suitable person to take the position of Third Brother. However, it is very hard to teach the kids to act. You are the mainstay of the Zhou Clan and you live a carefree life. There is no need to make yourself so hard." Zhou Lingyi advised.

"I am not afraid of hard work. I have only one wish. If the children have a bright future, can sing well, and want to become famous actors in opera theaters, please be kind to them and don't make it difficult for them."

"Don't worry, as long as I'm still here, the Zhou Clan will never repeat the tragedy that happened to our third brother."

Zhou Lingyi, who had been resting with her eyes closed, opened her eyes and nodded solemnly to Liu Jiaotian.

"Thank you, boss."

"I should thank you, Senior Brother Liu San." Zhou Lingyi smiled.

Liu Jiaotian became the new third senior brother of the Zhou family.

She smiled and returned Zhou Lingyi's greeting, then strode out of the Zhou family and hailed a rickshaw on the road.

Liu Jiaotian lived in a western-style house at No. 123 Huashi Street, but she told the driver, "Let's go to the rice shop on Minkang Road."

"Ah? Going to that weird place? If I had known, I wouldn't have taken you." The driver shrank his neck.

A coachman has his own principles. Once a passenger gets on the coach, he has to drive the car. If he dares to let go of the handlebars, he will be in trouble even if he is driving the passenger away midway.

"What bad luck."

The driver complained a little and then strode off onto the road.

……

The rice shop on Minkang Road is not a real rice shop.

The door used in the store is made of more than a dozen wide wooden boards inserted in a stone groove to form a door.

The rice shop was closed at this time, but the lights were on in the house. The light shone through the gaps between the wooden boards, casting a light and shadow fence on the roadside.

Liu Jiaotian went to the door and heard the old lady mumbling in the shop, so he knocked on the door.

"Aunt, I'm here to get the rice."

There was a "clacking" sound, and a piece of wood on the door was removed. An old woman in black shroud, short in stature, said to Liu Jiaotian, "Come in."

As soon as Liu Jiaotian entered the house, Granny Mi walked tremblingly to the rice jar in the corner.

There was a yellow Taoist talisman pasted on the cover of the rice jar, which was exactly the same as the one on the wall inside the house, and the talisman was drawn with chicken blood.

Opening the rice jar, Grandma Mi took a white cloth bag and scooped glutinous rice into the bag cup by cup.

"Girl, is your bell rusty?"

"There's a little rust on the neck of the bell."

"That's not a problem. Remember, if it's only half rusted, you have to come to me to buy a new one. I'm not trying to cheat you out of money, but if it's too rusty, it won't work. I'm afraid something might happen."

"Yeah, yeah." Liu Jiaotian agreed.

When the cloth bag was full of rice, Grandma Mi handed the bag to Liu Jiaotian and looked at her carefully.

"The area between his eyebrows is a little darker. You should feed him less blood in the future. Don't spoil him. If he's full, your body will collapse."

"Uh..." Liu Jiaotian didn't agree to Granny Mi's request this time. He was just worried about Li Shuangyi and asked, "Senior Brother Li won't cause any trouble, right?"

"will not."

Granny Mi grabbed a handful of rice and walked towards the incense burner not far away. The incense on the burner was emitting a faint green smoke.

The ashes in the incense burner are made of glutinous rice. Grandma Mi sprinkled the rice in her hand, muttered something, and sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice dipped in green smoke into the incense burner.

The mother-in-law turned over the spilled rice, found a black grain of rice, and said, "Look, I asked you about the rice, and only one grain of rice in a handful is black. It's no big deal."

"Thank you, mother-in-law."

Liu Jiaotian thanked him repeatedly, grabbed the bag of glutinous rice, and walked forward one street - the coachmen did not dare to work near the rice shop at night.

It was not until they walked to Minjian Road that Liu Jiaotian saw the driver and got on the rickshaw.

"No. 123 Huashi Street." Liu Jiaotian said.

(End of this chapter)