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Wu Bang Bang stared at Zheng Haizhu.
He liked guessing her thoughts because it was a bit difficult, but not very difficult.
Her ideas, like formations, have a routine. They are neither romantic nor rigid, nor restrictive nor crazy. If you follow the routine, you can see the guidance signs.
Wu Bangde then rubbed his hands in the wind, took a breath to warm them up, and suddenly said clearly: "Do you want to go to Mao Wenlong of Liaodong to recruit Liao people to Lu Fan?"
Zheng Haizhu patted Wu Bondang on the shoulder: "A confidant."
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The next day, Xu San went to the palace to hang the lanterns, while Zheng Haizhu inquired with the postmaster and called Wu Bangde to visit the major private posts in Yanzhou City, especially the guild halls of various business gangs, to see how these places were heated.
Their hard work paid off. They ran down the road for most of the day and found a large inn behind the Si River in the southeast of Fucheng. They saw cinders and obvious ruts.
After waiting for a while, a man came out and swept away the cinders with a broom.
Wu Bondang stepped forward and cupped his hands: "Little brother, may I ask, where can I buy coal?"
The waiter stared at the two of them warily: "What are you doing?"
Wu Bondang scratched his head: "We just moved from Shuntian Prefecture. Our home used to burn coal, but we didn't expect that we couldn't buy coal here."
While he was talking, Zheng Haizhu smiled and gave the waiter a dime.
After receiving the "consultation fee", the clerk's face immediately turned gloomy. He looked at the backyard door behind him and saw no one else there, then he said politely: "Our boss is from Boshan, and he also knows how to burn coal. I'm looking for someone from my hometown this year."
When the coal miners came over, they found seedlings at Chai Tan Mountain. Because Chai Tan Mountain is where the Prince of Lu sent people to cut firewood and burn charcoal, my family secretly dug a little."
Wu Bondang pretended to frown and said: "It's so troublesome, let's just buy firewood."
Zheng Haizhu pretended that she thought her husband was worthless, and gave him a look, but still asked the waiter to ask for advice: "Little brother, I will pay you more money, how about you take us to the place where there is coal in Chaitan Mountain?"
The waiter waved his hands repeatedly: "Hey, if you can't help it, you can go on your own."
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Slightly, his eyes turned from the sleeve where he put the money to the inn compound behind him. Somehow, he was a little afraid that the woman would change her face and start shouting. She hurriedly said with a smile: "Sister, brother, it's actually not difficult to find. You are here.
In Chaitan Mountain, you will see a river on the south slope. Go upstream and pass by gravel stands and blue rocks. On the east side of the forest, there are several rocks. Look for the black ink-like pits. Use a magnetic stick to explore them. Most of them are there.
Exploring."
Zheng Haizhu didn't know what "counting stones" or "magnetic stick" meant. She only felt Wu Bondang, who was also listening attentively, gently tugging on her sleeve. She guessed that Mr. Wu, who had experienced the Xishan Coal Mine in the capital, should understand quite well.
Zheng Haizhu's face relaxed: "Okay, thank you little brother."
Walking back to the road, Wu Bondang told Zheng Haizhu that counting stones is a layer of flaky rock formations. A magnetic stick is a stick with magnetite tied to one end. Pulse finders in the suburbs of Beijing use it to find coal exposed on the surface.
Seedling.
"Sure enough, it's almost as you estimated," Wu Bangde said, "The coal in Yanzhou is in Chaitan Mountain. Because it is the forbidden garden of Prince Lu's palace, Yanzhou City is not too cold, and the fuel for people to make fires and cook is not expensive, so the coal here,
It has never been mined like Boshan."
Zheng Haizhu was also very happy: "When Zaohua and Daniu come back from exploring the road, we will go there in person."
It was still early at this time, the sun was only slightly westward, and there was still some warmth. The clear blue sky reflected in the Sishui River was particularly beautiful.
The two of them saw a long bridge on the river in the distance, as white as a cross in the sky, and a row of beautiful arched bridge piers dyed golden by the sunlight, which was very spectacular.
Zheng Haizhu said: "That should be the Surabaya Bridge that the inn manager mentioned. Let's go and see the achievements of the wise king of Lu Fan."
When we arrived at the bridge, we saw a large stele erected next to the stone lion, with the four words "Changhong of the State of Lu" engraved on it.
Looking closely at the bridge body, we can see that the bluestone slabs are wide and thick, the fifteen holes have beautiful arcs and are carefully polished, and the vaults are extremely high from the river. The stone pillars of each bridge pier are uniform in shape, as strong and solid as the foundation of a century-old tree.
Zheng Haizhu walked onto the bridge and clicked his tongue: "No wonder it will take several years to repair and cost three hundred thousand taels of silver."
Wu Bondang also patted the railings on the bridge and said, "I never expected that the first prince of the Lu clan was so ignorant and immoral, and harmed the people. Later generations of sages would emerge in large numbers."
Zheng Haizhu sighed: "Not to mention that the same person will have different thoughts after a period of time."
After she said this emotion, she suddenly remembered something, looked at Wu Bond and said, "What do you think of Mu Zaohua?"
Wu Bangde's face was calm: "He is a man of talent, as good as a man. You are right, the intelligence agent should recruit some women."
Zheng Haizhu pursed his lips meaningfully.
Wu Bangde's eyes flashed: "What's wrong? Do you think I reprimanded her too harshly that day when she showed compassion to save the refugee mother and son on the way?"
Zheng Haizhu shook his head: "It's up to you how to discipline your subordinates. But let me tell you straight, this girl seems to be attracted to you, Director Wu."
Wu Bondang frowned and sneered for a moment: "You have read too many playbooks."
Zheng Haizhu suppressed the joking on her face and said seriously: "If you don't believe me now, it's okay. If time passes and you get along day and night and develop a relationship, I can arrange for her to go to a trading company."
Wu Bond was slightly startled.
Zheng Haizhu added: "What I mean is, I don't want the work of the Intelligence Bureau to delay you from falling in love with a good girl. Even if you have to go into battle and fight desperately, you still have to have a family, right?"
A hint of sarcasm appeared on Wu Bond's face: "Miss Zheng, Mr. Zheng, I have been living with you day and night since I left Zhenjiang. Do you think we are in love with each other? If we talk about getting married, why don't you get married and become a self-combing girl?"
Zheng Haizhu was choked for a moment.
She was a little annoyed in her heart, annoyed that Wu Bondang had taken advantage of her good intentions, and annoyed that she still had the matchmaking instinct of a mother-in-law after all, which seemed to offend her friends.
Soon, she caught a trace of unfamiliar sadness in Wu Bondang's eyes.
Zheng Haizhu realized that there was a reason for Wu Bang Bang's sudden aggressive remarks.
She guessed that the fiancée Wu Bond had mentioned before was related to him.
His feelings were definitely not as shallow and traceless as he described at the time.
Seeing Zheng Haizhu's bewildered look, Wu Bondang regretted his sharp words, so he looked away, looking at the surging river, and sighed heavily after a moment.
"Azhu, I don't want to get married because I have already met the best woman."
Zheng Haizhu said softly: "I'm sorry."
Wu Bondang waved his hand: "Go back."
The two walked in silence for a while, when suddenly they heard the cry of a child from behind, mixed with the shouts and curses of adults.
They looked back and saw a man and a woman walking over the bridge.
A woman holds a child in her hands.
The child cried heartbrokenly.
Zheng Haizhu and Wu Bondang couldn't help but slow down.
As the family approached and passed each other, they could see clearly that the man was in his twenties, with a hooked nose and a lump of flesh on his cheekbones. The woman holding the baby was a fat woman, she must be over forty, with her hair in a bun.
The white hair is obvious.
The doll in her hand is a girl in her early years with pigtails.
Girls talk early, and so did this one. He cried and muttered "Ke Gui, Ke Gui".
The fat woman raised her face and said, "Weeping, crying!"
Zheng Haizhu suddenly became suspicious.
She traveled from Fujian to the south of the Yangtze River and passed through Jiangxi. She understood that "Kegui" means "to go home" or "to go home".
And what the woman said was clearly the Shandong dialect.
