Tong Xiyu grabbed the proprietress of the carriage shop and loosened her ties herself.
"If you dare to say that this woman has been here, your husband and son will go to hell with you. If you can send the people away from the government with a few words, you will still be a harmonious and beautiful family in the world of the world," Tong Xiyu said in a suppressed voice,
"We all understand Songjiang dialect, so don't even think about Hunong."
The landlady nodded repeatedly, looked back at the courtyard, and walked to the door.
Not long after, Qin Inspector's voice came from outside the door: "Hey, someone from the store came out to ask questions..."
Zheng Haizhu didn't know why, but felt relieved.
After a brief moment of regret for her careless frustration, she calmed down and judged that her life was safe at this moment.
Huang Zunsu is too shrewd and cannot be coaxed by a market woman with a few words. If he comes in to check, he will be in a devil's cave.
With a "squeak" sound, the proprietress opened the half-closed door wider, timidly giving gifts.
Qin Inspector sat in the sedan assigned to him by Huang Zunsu. He couldn't bear to leave for a moment. He only stuck out his face and slapped his hands in front of his nose: "Why does it smell fishy?"
The landlady said: "To tell you what, my guest's man went to Shiliupu and bought a sheep, which was just slaughtered in the yard."
Qin Inspector squinted his eyes and looked around. Sure enough, there was a fire burning in the courtyard, and there were many figures busy.
Qin Inspector rushed to Yuehe after getting off duty today and wanted to report back to his boss Huang Zunsu. He happened to see Huang Zunsu and the Songjiang prefect, accompanying the censor from Nanjing to inspect the disaster.
Even so, Mr. Huang still stepped aside for a moment and asked Qin Jianxiao how he was doing things for Zheng Haizhu. Finally, he asked Qin Jianxiao to sit in his sedan chair and come to the horse and carriage shop to see if Mrs. Zheng had done it himself.
Shandong merchants negotiated.
Qin Jianxiao seemed to be chewing on his boss's affairs, and secretly said: Huang Tongpian is really interested in Mr. Zheng.
Qualified subordinates are anxious about what their superiors are anxious about and want what their superiors want. Qin Jianxiao originally wanted to go into the carriage shop and have a look around, but he gave up the idea when he heard the words "Sixteen Shops".
The area where the pox epidemic was most severe in Songjiang Prefecture, apart from the Hualou Restaurant area by the Yue River, was where small boats gathered to take passengers to No. 16 Shop at Wusongkou Wharf.
"After I came to visit you, will there be any guests staying in the hotel?" Inspector Qin asked with dignity.
The landlady shook her head.
"As for the Shandong caravan, have you ever discussed business with anyone?"
The landlady still shook her head.
Inspector Qin yawned and warned, "If any visitors come to look for them tomorrow, please send a man to the Yamen to report to me."
Immediately he ordered the bearers to get up the sedan chair.
The landlady took a few steps closer and said to the bearer: "Brother, look carefully at your feet. Our countryside is uneven."
Then he followed: "Hey, there is donkey manure here, and it hasn't been swept away yet. Brother, go this way..."
The bearer waved his hand impatiently: "Go, go, I'm not a kid."
The landlady watched in despair as the official sedan drove away.
Tong Xiyu's servant dragged her back to the courtyard.
Tong Xiyu smiled evilly and said, "You want to lure the sedan bearers of the Yamen to see the blood marks in front of the door? You are quite clever."
The landlady knelt down and said: "Grandma, grandma has caught the woman she wanted to arrest, so just do it. Grandma is doing something big..."
Her last few words were lost in the muffled gasp after her mouth was covered.
After the second cruel killing, Tong Xiyu stared at the corpses of the carriage shop owner and his family, curled her lips, and said to herself: "I don't like to see the two parents-in-law and the beautiful ones. You go to the King of Hell and continue to live your little life.
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Tong Xiyu walked up to Zheng Haizhu and said with a smile: "I heard that you have made up your mind not to marry, so we will hit it off."
Zheng Haizhu stared at this unfamiliar face.
This person is most likely a traitor under Nurhachi.
The group of people in front of him were obviously trying to trap him today.
Perhaps, Ah Shan originally intended to let Zheng Haizhu see the handwriting of Shandong Guild Hall in order to lure her to Songjiang. Although he encountered acne, Ah Shan still completed this action through Ah Ya by some strange combination of circumstances.
Tong Xiyu knelt down, looked at Zheng Haizhu under the dim light of the oil lamp for a moment, and said calmly: "I won't kill you, but I'll give you an answer. Our master cherishes talents. When you get over there, you can take a look.
Okay. Don't think about seeking death on the way. Why do you have to be a responsible minister for a useless emperor and a government that is rotten to the core? You are a smart man, don't make a fool of yourself by taking a bullshit order.
"
Tong Xiyu said this not as an act.
When she left Hetuala, Huang Taiji told her that besides the firearms blueprints, it was best to get Zheng Haizhu over intact.
Tong Xiyu and her two brothers agreed that Sibeile Huang Taiji was the most cunning of the Houjin princes, but he was also the one most willing to win over the Han people.
Of course Tong Xiyu resented Zheng Haizhu for causing the Tong family to leave Fushun, but her hatred also gave way to the long-term picture.
Tong Xiyu promised Han Xiying to take Zheng Haizhu back and torture her, but she just wanted to comb the slave's hair and let her do her job well in Songjiang.
After secretly observing in Songjiang for a while, Tong Xiyu began to accept Tong Yangzheng's statement: Hetuala needs more and more Han people who are not stupid, so that they can gradually compete with the other banner leaders except Sibeile.
At this moment, she saw that Zheng Haizhu was indeed not struggling as fiercely and futilely as ordinary prey, so she stood up first, looked up at the dark sky, and said to her most capable assistant: "How far is the firearms factory from here? Are they
Coming soon?"
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Du Tiejiang and Han Xiying received the order to take action at the turn of Shen You.
At the beginning of dusk, Blacksmith Du sneaked into the small courtyard where Sun Yuanhua worked. There was a study room there that Gu Shouqian used exclusively for painting.
Blacksmith Du climbed into the house through the window and touched the painting box.
The painting box was really not too small, and Blacksmith Du was surprised when he first saw it. He didn't expect that Mr. Gu, a sissy with an elegant manner, would always carry such a big thing around on his back.
The painting box is also equipped with a lock, fortunately it is a common copper lock on the market.
That day in the corner of the firearms factory, in front of the small house where the fake couple lived, the copper lock with the key had been changed by Blacksmith Du.
Now, Blacksmith Du took out another key and easily opened the painting box.
There is a stack of drawings of firearms.
Blacksmith Du rolled up the drawing and dug it out of the house.
Han Xiying stepped out, took the drawing, walked to the shadow, and carefully stuffed it into a pocket sewn inside her skirt.
The two of them walked towards the door with empty hands.
When they were approaching the guard at the firearms factory, Han Xiying held her stomach, and Blacksmith Du gestured to help her.
One of the guards came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Blacksmith Du was humble and anxious: "As soon as it got dark, my wife started crying out in pain. Could it be that she was having a miscarriage? We had to find a doctor quickly."
According to the rules of the firearms factory, craftsmen must be searched when entering or exiting. They are afraid of bringing in pieces of copper and iron, and they are even more afraid of taking out some important machine parts and selling them to black market dealers.
The guard said, "No matter how anxious you are, you must not break the rules." He touched Blacksmith Du all over his body and said, "Let's go quickly. You two are honest people. God bless, the baby will not fall off."
