Gu Yan led the guards and headed straight to the east of Pingjiang City.
There was still half a mile away from the Zhu family's residence. The guard waiting on the roadside rushed out to greet him. He bowed on his horse and bowed in greeting. He then moved his horse forward and led the way, leading the way to Mr. Zhu's small courtyard in a corner of the garden. Wang Gui lowered his hands to welcome him at the door of the small courtyard.
Gu Yan stood at the door of the small courtyard, turned around, looked around, stepped on the steps, passed Wang Gui, and asked: "How is it?"
"Zhu Weishan and his son have explained the murder in detail. This is a confession. All the people involved in this case have been arrested in the house and their confessions have been obtained. Those outside have been arrested and returned.
Come on." Wang Gui followed Gu Yan and held up a stack of fine bamboo paper.
Gu Yan stopped, took the stack of paper, looked at it carefully, handed the fine paper back to Wang Gui, and asked: "What about the silk business?"
"Everything has been explained." Wang Gui handed over another stack of confessions.
Gu Yan took it, looked through it roughly, handed it back to Wang Gui, and asked: "Where is Huang Xianzhou? Where is he?"
"Looking at the time, it's almost time." Wang Gui replied hurriedly.
When he set off from Jinling County, he sent people straight to Linhai Town to pick up Huang Xianzhou. It seemed that Mr. Huang was not good at running horses. If he was running like them back and forth, he would have arrived by now.
Gu Yan hummed, walked around the screen wall, crossed the yard, and stood in front of the steps of the main house in front of a Taihu stone covered with orchid grass. He paused, squinted, and carefully admired the Taihu stone covered with orchid grass and calamus.
He reached out and pinched two calamus leaves, rubbed them a few times, smelled them, and said with a smile to Wang Gui: "It smells like blood, smell it."
"Yes." Wang Guiming knew what his son's words about the smell of blood meant, so he carefully pinched two calamus leaves, carefully rubbed them open and smelled them.
Gu Yan entered the upper room and stood in front of Mr. Zhu Weishan and his son Zhu Xingwen, who were tied to chairs, and looked at them carefully.
Zhu Weishan's face was ashen, Zhu Xingwen didn't dare to raise his head, looking at the corner of Gu Yan's clothes, his shaking chair kept bumping against the table next to him.
"Go to Jianle City and be obedient, and I will save the lives of your Zhu family and the Zhu clan." Gu Yan looked at Zhu Weishan and said slowly.
"Yes." Zhu Weishan's throat was dry and hoarse, and his expression was in a daze, as if he had returned to his childhood, watching the old lady kneeling in front of the Guanyin statue, babbled and bowed to the Buddha:
If there is an effect, there must be a cause, but it is just the word cause and effect...
Gu Yan came out and met the panting Huang Xianzhou, "Take a breath first and have a cup of tea." Then he ordered Wang Gui, "Mr. Huang will send them to Jiangle City after the interrogation. Take good care of them on the way.
Leave it to General Wen."
Huang Xianzhou cupped his hands and bowed, while Wang Gui lowered his hands.
Two hours later, Zhu Weishan and his son Zhu Xingwen walked around to the front door and loudly informed the concierge at the front door that they and his son had gone to Beijing to celebrate the birthday of Prime Minister Pang.
After the explanation, a group of about ten large vehicles started running.
The concierge stared at the dozen or so cars, astonished. The old man and Mr. Jiu came to Beijing together, and these few cars followed them? Mr. Jiu had to have more than just these big cars when he went to Linhai Town!
………………………………
After Yu Chengfu received the letter from Li Wenliang, he rushed to the Zhu family's house in the east of the city and walked around the house.
There was silence around the house, and all the courtyard doors were closed tightly. Yu Chengfu tried patting the corner door and the side door. After waiting for a long time, there was silence inside and no one answered.
Yu Chengfu walked back with his hands in his hands, stopped halfway, frowned and thought for a while, then trotted into the familiar tooth shop, found the old tooth shop he often dealt with, and Didi Gugu said a few words. The old man went out and came back after a while, bringing back a young man with a happy face and lively eyes. Yu Chengfu took the young man straight to the Zhu family's mansion in the east of the city.
The boy went straight to the gate of Zhu's mansion. Yu Chengfu hid behind a tree, stretching his neck and staring at the boy.
The boy clapped and shouted for more than half a quarter of an hour. The courtyard door opened a crack, revealing half of his face.
Yu Chengfu stared closely at the concierge who had half of his face exposed. He watched the concierge and the boy come and go and talk to each other for a while, then closed the courtyard door.
The boy ran back with a puff of smoke and reported to Yu Chengfu: "According to the master's instructions, I said that I came from Linhai Town. If I have something urgent to do, I would like to see the old master. The concierge said that the old master is taking Mr. Jiu with him before noon."
After they left, the old lady told them that they were going to the capital to celebrate Prime Minister Pang’s birthday, and that they brought about ten cars. That’s all.”
"Thank you." Yu Chengfu took a small silver coin and gave it to the boy.
The boy bowed repeatedly to thank Yu Chengfu and ran away jumping up and down.
Yu Chengfu straightened his back little by little and let out a long breath.
If you leave before noon, how can you set off at noon?
There are only about ten cars to go to the capital, hehe! It seems that Mr. Zhu and Mr. Zhu Jiu have really been taken away.
This must be a specially sent letter from the palace. Uncle Li is really not that simple!
Yu Chengfu shook his shoulders, feeling the wind at his feet, and headed straight to Pingjiang Silk Shop.
………………………………
Wu Xinglao and several other businessmen watched Yu Chengfu say a few words, stand up and leave, looking like he was too lazy to pay them any attention, but he couldn't bear to get angry.
"Are his words true or false?" Chu Xing's face turned a little pale.
Mr. Zhu and Mr. Zhu Jiu were arrested and brought to Beijing!
This is so scary!
"Since we are going to Beijing for arrest, we must stay in the post house. Send a few more people to go ahead and guard the post house?" Feng Xinglao lowered his voice and looked at everyone.
"Yes, yes! If you can keep it, maybe you can say a few words. Even if you can't speak, you can tell." Wei Xinglao followed closely and agreed.
"Green Gourd Sword Fairy"
"Pick one for each family, hurry up!" After Wu Xinglao said this, he felt flustered and a little breathless.
"Xu Xing's hometown and the Zhu family are somewhat related by marriage, aren't they?" Feng Xinglao suggested hesitantly.
"Can you trust him?" Chu Xinglao asked politely.
"That's true, that's true," said the old lady Feng Xing with a smile.
"Hurry up and pick someone, hurry up and leave!" Wu Xing urged him angrily as he poked the ground with his crutch.
Yu Chengfu left the silk shop and went straight to his weaving mill. He first grabbed a boy and asked him to call the steward of his wife's brother's weaving mill. Then he ordered the steward of his own weaving mill to start work quickly. He had to quickly finish the work.
Make up for all the missed work!
………………………………
As the night fell, reports on the conditions of several weaving workshops outside Pingjiang City were sent to other businesses.
Shi Gun turned over a handful of thin bamboo slips handed over by the boy, followed Gu Yan, and reported as he walked: "The first was the weaving workshop of Yu Chengfu and his wife's brother, and it started getting busy before and after. p>
"Around Youchu, the Wu family, Chu family, Feng family and Wei family's weaving workshops also opened their doors. It was said that the stewards of each family had asked the candle shops to deliver candles, and they had to catch up on the night work. They had to adjust and start weaving silk early tomorrow morning.
."
Gu Yan listened attentively, snorted, and smiled.
The silk business is now halfway over, and he can concentrate on the Customs and Excise Department.
