In the middle of the room was a large table made up of four desks, with the map of the capital spread out on the large table.
There were about ten people in the house where Zhu Xian usually worked, and Song Du was also there.
After Song Qingtang finished eating, he stood at the foot of the steps outside the window, looking at the light coming from the window paper. He rushed back from Yongding Gate not only to eat two steamed buns, but now he was hesitant again, not knowing whether to go up.
"General Song?" Wei Zheng's voice sounded from behind.
Song Qingtang turned around, and Wei Zhizhang came down the corridor from the other side, holding several volumes in his hand.
"Wei is engaged." Song Qingtang raised his hands and cupped his fists.
"Mr. Song has just come back?" Manager Wei looked at him and said, "I just happened to be looking for you because of my humble job. Mr. Song has found out some clues about what I asked Mr. Zhu to check before."
Manager Wei patted the case file in his hand.
"Is it from Huiping Pawnshop?" Song Qingtang said.
"That's right," Manager Wei looked up at the big house and said, "In this case, let's go next door and say that Mr. Song will invite us."
After entering the house and sitting down, Manager Wei opened a book, placed it in front of Song Qingtang, and said directly: "The registered owner of Huiping Pawn Shop was named Chen Shengliang. He died three years ago."
"Dead person?" Song Qingtang said, picking up the booklet.
Song Qingtang specifically asked Zhu Xian to check the Huiping pawnshop because more than ten days had passed, but the refugees outside the city were still there.
Regardless of the siege equipment, the food provided to them alone would be huge and must be supported by astonishing financial resources.
The person Song Qingtang first thought of was Zhao Ning. Wei Zheng went to investigate specifically. Zhao Ning's financial accounts were very clear, and all current accounts were clear.
Some of the famous businessmen in the city were also on the investigation list. Among them, Song Qingtang suddenly thought of the place that made him particularly uneasy, which was the Huiping pawn shop where he went to arrest Cao Jun late at night.
He did not testify against Cao Jun and simply asked Zhu Xian to investigate. But now, according to the registration list and tax book handed over by Manager Wei, it turns out that the owner of this HP pawnshop was a man who had been dead for three years.
"Did Si Hu miss him during the original audit?" Song Qingtang raised his head and said, "Didn't he check carefully?"
"Jiang Silu and Cao Sihu said that the Ministry of Revenue was originally responsible for this content," Wei said, "We usually record and log in, but if people from the Ministry of Revenue want to intervene, we will give it to them first.
Judging from this situation, they must have bribed the personnel of the Ministry of Accounts."
"But the clues are not over yet," Wei continued, "Through the deceased Chen Shengliang, we also found several other properties in his name, one of which was called Zuixian Tower. When we checked there, we found that it was not long ago
It was reported to the police just now. It was a very serious murder scene with many people dead. According to neighbors, the owner of Zuixian Tower was not named Chen, but Yang, and there were several twin brothers present.
We searched the entire Zuixian Tower and found several daggers that had been used to kill people."
He handed over another case report and said: "These daggers were made by a man named Fang Guanyan, who lived in Nanjiepu. He had placed a batch of orders for these daggers. It is very likely that he was responsible for this murder. This is strange.
What's interesting is that those neighbors said that Fang Guanyan often visited Zuixian Tower and had a good relationship with the current owner of Zuixian Tower. We have not found Fang Guanyan so far. He has a little money, no wife, no concubines, no children. Considering his net worth
There are only two possibilities for status, either you don't want to find it, or you have hidden your wife and children. I will pursue his line and go there when it gets bright tomorrow."
Song Qingtang nodded, looking at the unfamiliar name Chen Shengliang, he felt more and more that the refugees outside must be related to this Huiping pawn shop.
"Wei is very good at what he does. He found out so much in such a short period of time," Song Qingtang said.
"Don't dare, don't dare." Wei Zheng said.
Song Qingtang lowered his eyes and looked back at the case master, but he didn't actually feel much joy in his heart.
In fact, these refugees are not that important anymore.
Because it is very easy to deal with them, just delay, keep delaying, ten days, twenty days, a month...
Song Qingtang admitted that such an idea was cruel, but it was the most realistic and objective. The opponent would always run out of ammunition and food. No matter how rich a person's financial resources were, how could he compare with the material reserves of a capital city?
Just like now, those refugees have lost the morale and resentment they had at the beginning. Their numbers have been greatly reduced. In addition to dying in droves, a large number of them have gone south, completely giving up on this city that has been unable to be conquered for a long time.
Today, the despair and dead silence outside the city is far deeper than inside the city.
What should really make the city uneasy is what they will do with this isolated city without any support after the refugees pass away, and the embarrassment they face from all sides.
Yong'an was the ancient capital of eight dynasties. Nowadays, as the capital of the country, no one will not covet the fertile land of Yong'an and the supremacy it represents.
Whoever captures it first will be crowned king.
This "king" is far more valuable than Tian Dayao's self-proclaimed "king".
And now...
Song Qingtang pursed his lips and said in a deep voice, "Zheng Wei, there is something that really worries me."
"What's going on?" Wei Zheng was curious.
"General Ouyang said that six thousand reinforcements will come to Beijing within five days," Song Qingtang said, "They are...the old troops left behind by the death of old General Ouyang."
Wei Zong's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "General Ouyang Anfeng's old department?!"
"Yeah." Song Qingtang nodded.
"Then, what should we do on the front line?" Manager Wei felt speechless. "General Ouyang has been sticking to the front line. He has been delayed in returning to Beijing this time and cannot go back. If we mobilize troops from the northwest again, what will happen to our Yangmen Pass?
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Song Qingtang didn't say anything. He came back from Yongding Gate just to tell his father about this matter.
"This won't work," Wei Zhan shook his head and said, "Tian Dayao, Song Zhiyi, and those rioters outside the city, no matter how they make trouble, at least they..."
At least it can barely be considered a civil strife, but once the Yangmen Pass and Hanling Pass are lost and those foreign races march in, it will not only be the country that will be destroyed, but also the clan, inheritance, and civilization.
Although 6,000 people are being transferred back now, Wei Zhizhang understands that when the front line is tight and the confrontation is difficult, even if only 600 people are transferred back, it will disrupt the morale of the army and is a taboo.
"What should we do?" Wei Zhizhang slumped in his chair, "Li Ju, this damn dog emperor, this piece of shit!"
However, the Yong'an City they are guarding now still has the surname Qian.
Whether it was Wei Xinhua, Zhu Xian, Song Qingtang, Song Du, or the entire Dongping Academy, they all had the word "death" written on their foreheads by the powerful Emperor Xuan Yan.
But if they don't defend it, the nearly one million civilians in this city will face disaster.
How his path will go in the future, what kind of fate will it bring, and the ancient city under his feet will either wither or prosper. Wei Zheng's eyes are full of confusion and he doesn't know where to go.
