Sun Zhixin and Zhang Cheng left Gushu Hutong full of doubts.
The two returned to the Yamen. Zhang Cheng first returned the five taels of silver to Sun Zhixin, and then discussed with Sun Zhixin, "According to the meaning of these words, these three people are actually in the city."
Sun Zhixin couldn't help but wonder, "Forget it about Scar, why did Yang Jin and Fan Yi escape into the city? Do they think that in the dark under the lamp, the most dangerous place is the safest place?"
Zhang Cheng frowned and thought for a while, "No matter why they came to the city, I have to send someone to their home to keep an eye on them." After saying that, he hurried to make arrangements. After the arrangements were completed, he sat back and continued to discuss the exchange of five taels of silver with Sun Zhixin.
Come the answer.
Zhang Cheng turned the paper up and down, left and right, looking confused: "What on earth does this mean?"
Sun Zhixin also looked confused, thinking about his answer, "Zichou's water turns to Yinmao's tree. Zichou Yinmao knows it, but it is connected together, and I really don't understand."
Zhang Cheng leaned over to take a look, and then expanded his answer, "You can still understand the words, but what exactly is this I drew?"
Sun Zhixin also took it over and took a look. It was a circle with many vertical lines drawn on it. One of them was circled, and a poem was attached:
Wandering around the world alone and freely, carrying a bamboo stick across three states. The rice basket faces the dawn to welcome the waning moon, and the singing pipe sings in the wind about late autumn.
Zhang Cheng pointed to the vertical lines on the painting: "I have counted twenty-four lines. The circled one should be important, but I really can't guess what it means."
The two of them discussed for a long time, but they had no clue. They only paid ten taels of silver for such an incomprehensible answer. They felt a little uncomfortable. If they hadn't known that the miracle doctor was really capable, they would have had to come to settle the score.
"I definitely don't dare to fool you and me. They all say that the fortune-telling god is Dao Dao. From this point of view, he is really right." Sun Zhixin murmured.
Zhang Cheng thought for a moment and simply said: "Send someone to ask a magician on the street. An expert may be able to tell the secret."
When Sun Zhixin thought about it, he felt that this was the only way, but he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He spent money to buy the answer but still couldn't understand it, and had to consult a street magician. No matter how he thought about it, he felt aggrieved.
The two called their respective yamen servants who were running errands and ordered them to ask for the answer quickly. In order to avoid inaccurate questions, they also told the yamen servant to ask several more people.
The yamen servant came back half an hour later.
A pair of Zhang Chengdao said: "The younger one asked four people, and they all said that it is the twenty-four directions of the Qiankun Bagua, and the circled direction refers to the northeast."
A pair of Sun Zhixin said: "The man said, 'The water of Zichou turns to the tree of Yinmao' refers to the Gen palace, which is located in the southwest. He also said, 'Gen is the beginning and the end.'"
After listening to this, Zhang and Sun both looked surprised. It turns out that this is what happened. If you know what it means, you will understand more.
Zhang Cheng asked again: "Can you tell me what that poem means?"
The officer shook his head, "A few people said they had never heard of it and didn't know what it meant."
Thinking that his problem was solved, Sun Zhixin couldn't help but help Zhang Cheng, so he took the poem over and carefully considered it for a long time. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and said in surprise: "This is a poem for fans.
What this poem says refers to a type of person."
Zhang Cheng was startled and asked subconsciously: "What kind of people?"
Sun Zhixin was a little anxious, "Oh...you think about it, homeless, leaning on a bamboo stick and holding a rice bowl, doesn't this mean a beggar?"
Zhang Cheng was surprised again, and now he looked at the answer. He really felt that he was a beggar. After thinking about it for a while, he said happily: "This answer says that Yang Jin and Fan Yi are hiding among the beggars in the northeast."
Sun Zhixin nodded. The two of them smiled knowingly. After working for a long time, they finally had a clue and immediately sent people to hunt him down.
*
It is the month of the month, the beginning of winter. The whole Chengyang County is welcoming winter. The county governor Pan Chenggui is performing sacrificial rituals in the northern suburbs. As for the people in the city, every household is celebrating, the streets and markets are bustling, and children are braving the cold frost.
There was chaos in the streets and alleys, with smoke rising from the kitchens of every house, and everyone was preparing a sumptuous lunch.
The beginning of winter is to make up for the winter and make up for the empty mouth. Therefore, on this day, Qingyu's family also got up early, first went to the market to buy a bunch of chicken, duck, fish and other ingredients, and then the family of five worked together to prepare for the winter.
As the saying goes: If you don’t serve dumpling bowls at the beginning of winter, your ears will freeze off and no one will care. Naturally, these dumplings are indispensable.
Zhufeng was cutting leeks, Wen Ya was rolling out the dough, and the three "children" were responsible for kneading the dumplings.
However, no one has ever made dumplings, so knowing it and knowing how to make it are two different things. Shi'an and Hongtao didn't know how to start, so they could only look at the junior sister who was serious about getting started.
"The head junior sister knows how to make these dumplings?" Hong Tao was a little surprised.
Qingyu said softly, "Hmm," "It's not difficult."
I saw her holding the dumpling wrapper in one hand and scooping out the stuffing with the other. She buckled the filling onto the wrapper, then folded the wrapper in half with both hands and pinched the edges firmly, and a semicircular dumpling came out.
But looking at the uneven edge, Qingyu thought for a while, picked up a kitchen knife and cut along the edge. After cutting off the extra ring of noodles, it immediately looked smoother.
She put the wrapped dumplings on the plate and said to Wen Ya: "Senior sister, the wrapper of this dumpling needs to be rounded."
Wen Ya felt bitter in her heart. Her sword-wielding hands were used to roll out the dough, which was really aggrieved.
Hong Tao looked stunned, "It turns out it's that simple, it just looks different from what's sold at the stall."
Shi'an smiled softly, "What I make at home is naturally different from what is made outside."
Qingyu hummed, "I'm used to using tricks when selling things. We don't do those fancy things."
The hearts followed the same example, a pack, then squeezed tightly in a circle, and I held it and admired it with satisfaction for a long time.
The family had packed a small half of the plate, and suddenly a voice called "Brother Bai~" came from outside the courtyard door, but the voice sounded like Zhao Qian.
Zhufeng quickly put down the kitchen knife and opened the door.
Zhao Qian was carrying a pot of wine and a bag of sugar, Tong was carrying a chicken and a fish, and there were two older children and three younger children behind him. When they saw Zhufeng, the three children all shouted "Hello, uncle".
Zhufeng smiled politely and invited Zhao Qian's family into the hospital, "Come here, why are you bringing so many things? It's too outlandish. Come on, please come inside."
"Today is the beginning of winter. I just want to come and have a drink with Brother Bai. Look, do you still know me?" Zhao Qian smiled and raised the wine jar in his hand.
Zhufeng took a few more glances and then laughed: "Isn't this the bottle of wine from Fu County?"
"Exactly. I couldn't have a good time with my brother that day, so we have to get drunk today."
After entering the courtyard, Mrs. Tong carried the ingredients and went straight to the kitchen. She first exchanged warm greetings with Wen Ya, then looked at the messy chopping boards and saw Qingyu and the others with their hands covered with flour. She couldn't help but laugh.
He took the rolling pin from Wen Ya's hand and said:
"The skin of these dumplings needs to be thin. If it is too thick, it will be boiled. The dough is also tough. If you eat it in one bite, it will not taste like dumplings at all. You also have to shape the dumplings, otherwise they won't be called dumplings.
Dumplings."
Qingyu saw that Tong's hands were like turning flowers, and quickly rolled out a thin and round dough. Then she started to wrap the fillings and pinch the edges. With skillful movements, she quickly made a beautiful ruffle edge.
Come.
Hong Tao was surprised and clapped her hands: "It's exactly the same as the one sold at the stall. My aunt also taught me how to pinch it."
Qingyu looked at the dumplings she had made and thought, "It's not too bad." But she also followed Tong and learned how to make ruffles. Although her hands were small, they were very clever. She looked at them again.
I just learned how to make a decent dumpling in no time.
Qingyu pursed her lips and smiled and waved the dumplings in front of Shi'an. Shi'an looked at her like a child waiting for praise from adults, and smiled softly: "She learned quickly and well."
Wen Ya was teased by Mr. Tong and laughed loudly, "I'm really not good at this kitchen thing. Fortunately you came today, otherwise so many things would have been ruined."
Zhufeng, who was sitting in the courtyard chatting with Zhao Qian, tilted his head and said in dissatisfaction: "My cooking skills have improved a lot."
Wen Ya nodded: "Well, now I can finally taste it."
Zhufeng pursed his lips and whispered to Zhao Qian: "If you are picky, it would be nice if someone can cook it."
Zhao Qian couldn't help laughing for a while.
Zhufeng saw that his expression was much better than before, and his figure was much stronger, so he was very pleased: "Is it okay to stay in the Sheriff's Mansion?"
He didn't want to take Zhao Qian, but he sighed softly and smiled bitterly, "Before I met your family, brother, I would definitely be satisfied if I could have such a shelter from the wind and rain, and my wife and children wouldn't have to worry about their meals.
But now...brother, you have been so kind to our family. I want to repay you with all my heart, but I don’t know what I am capable of. To be honest, I am really ashamed."
Zhufeng was a little helpless, "You are saying these foreign words again. You are saying something about repaying a favor or not. If you say such things again in the future, I will no longer recognize you as my brother."
Zhao Qian chuckled, "I don't just want to repay the favor..." After a pause, he added: "Actually, I have an idea in my mind, but I'm not sure, and I want to ask my brother for some advice."