She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

The strips of cloth and the medicine bottle were spread out and placed on the wooden bench in front of him.

The wound on Hengzhi's back was very deep, and it had to be sewed up by the hunter. He could not sit or lie down, so he could only lie down with his arms folded.

"Look at this piece of cloth, what do you think?"

The material of the cloth strips is a kind of linen. This kind of cloth is very breathable, but not very comfortable. It is generally only used in mourning clothes to deliberately show how much filial sons and grandsons can endure hardships.

However, this kind of cloth is very expensive in Kezhou. It is a very fine linen cloth that can only be woven by hand. Kezhou has many silkworms, but is not good at weaving. So the raw materials are sold to Shu, which then processes them into brocade and sells them.

Therefore, Shu would sell the finished products back to Kezhou at prices lower than the market price.

Most people couldn't afford to wear silk, so most of them made clothes from cotton.

Ah'ao happened to have been to the street to check the market prices before. The linen used to make mourning clothes in Kezhou was more expensive and was also bought from other places.

Then all the thugs in Beitang, including Zhang Shiliu, were wearing this kind of black linen, which means that this organization must not be located in the three regions of Kezhou.

"There are embroidered words." Hengzhi rubbed the fabric with his fingertips and felt out the unclear outlines of some words.

"That's right." Ah-yi continued, "The color of the embroidery thread is exactly the same as the clothes, so it's hard to tell. But if you feel along its outline, you'll find it."

"It's the word 'Yi'." Heng Zhi frowned slightly, "Yi...you said this organization is called Beitang, then isn't Yi the side of the word 'Bei'?"

If we can catch the two people with different words embroidered on their clothes, we can probably force them to tell us something. But now, let alone the two people, even Zhang Shiliu who was originally captured was released as planned.

You gain one thing and lose another, and you don't know whether you lost the watermelon or the sesame seeds.

The clues seem to end here.

Ah-yi handed the medicine bottle to Heng-chi again, "But I don't know much about this bottle, but it seems to be very different from ordinary wound medicines?"

The medicine bottle was made of porcelain, in the shape of a small flat gourd. It was fired to a clear moon-white color, and the mouth of the bottle was plugged with a cork. There were two of them in a row, both of which were exactly the same shape.

Similarly, there is no written signature on the bottom of the bottle, only a few horizontal bars of different lengths carved into it before firing.

Hengzhi thought quickly in his mind and narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

"What does this look like to you?"

The bottom of the bottle was facing Ah-yi. She leaned over to take a closer look and said, "I don't know. Is it a hexagram? I don't understand this either."

Although she really didn't understand, after she said it, A'ao suddenly began to reflect.

Since you're already in the funeral business, you should also learn about gossip and feng shui, right?

Choose an auspicious date or Feng Shui, and then you can make money from the Feng Shui master...

"This is the Kan hexagram." Hengzhi wet his index finger in the water bowl beside him and drew the hexagram in full on the wooden edge of the bed. "The bottom of the bottle is burned unevenly, so it's hard to see the shape. The Kan hexagram corresponds to water, and it is in the due north."

"North..." Ah'ao pondered, "The previous embroidered word was "Yi", and this time it's "Bei", so it just forms the word "Bei". It seems that the division of labor in the Bei Hall is clear, and the relationship between them is not great."

Even things like medicines have to be engraved with different marks, which shows that they belong to two factions.

Thinking back to Zhang Shiliu's poor Kung Fu, who had no martial arts skills at all, I thought that the "Yi" faction was responsible for the flow of information. The "Bei" faction, which specialized in making medicine, should be responsible for killing and robbing people like the group that day and night.

"There's more to it than that." Heng Qi added, "Look at the shape of this porcelain bottle. It doesn't look like an ordinary folk kiln. In the north, due to the different water quality and soil, it's impossible to burn such a moon-white color, and..."

Ah-yi suddenly understood and continued, "Moreover, the North prefers dark colors rather than light colors. From common eating utensils to display furnishings, there is no light color at all."

Hengzhi raised the corner of his mouth, "You observe very carefully."

That's right. Ah-yi smiled proudly.

When decorating the shop a few days ago, Ah Yi noticed that the brick-red tea set looked a little strange.

It is appropriate to use this at a wedding, but using red cups at a funeral seems unwise.

For this purpose, Ah-yi went to many shops with Zhou's wife. All they could see were brick red or ochre, and some special ones were indigo, black, or lacquer, which did not quite fit the tone of a funeral.

When drinking tea, if you use a dark-colored cup, you won’t be able to see the color of the tea at all.

Unable to choose, Ah-yi finally bought one set each of indigo and black and used them for now. Originally, she planned to buy more when she saw them later, but she didn't expect that this detail would come in handy now.

Shopkeeper Wu happened to run a drug store, and there were no such bottles in his Xing'antang. Many of them looked ochre.

"That's right." Hengzhi felt a little uncomfortable lying there, so he moved his body. "So this Beitang should not be established in the northern area. Shu is good at silk weaving, and Yuzhou is good at porcelain making. They are most likely to be in these two areas."

Speaking of Shuzhong, Hengzhi could hardly help thinking of Ah-yi standing in front of the private house and saying that the next place to go was Shuzhong. But what was so good about this place? It was hot and humid, and there were a lot of bugs.

There is no heavy snow in winter, and there are few wide pastures for horse racing.

Although the capital is located in the center and has a northern climate, will she be able to get used to the diet and daily life in Shu?
But he probably forgot that the princess was no longer the one who was pampered.

Seriously speaking, Shuzhong was where Wang Xuan was in charge. Wang Xuan was a bohemian person, and he was even more arrogant and rebellious in his actions.

In his early years, he was granted the title of Marquis of Shuzhong because of his family's honor, but he was originally sent away as an idle official.

Shu is a mountainous land, and there are many bandits in the mountains. The banditry has troubled the people of Shu for a long time. After the arrival of a new Shuzhonghou, the people hoped that the new official would improve their miserable lives.

Wang Xuan did it.

Taking advantage of the dim sky, he took about a hundred family soldiers and sneaked into the largest bandit camp at that time.

The mountain bandits were used to doing whatever they wanted, so they didn't take Wang Xuan seriously. The guards were already drowsy and half asleep. Wang Xuan ordered his men to release a few poisonous snakes, and they solved the problem without making a sound.

Then they divided their troops into groups, burning the people's granaries on one side and commanding the archers standing on the high ground outside the village to shoot arrows filled with kerosene.

By the time the bandit leader began to flee in panic, Wang Xuan had already been standing on a rock watching the excitement for a long time.

The fire spread along the village and burned half of the mountain. It burned for ten days without stopping. It was not until the rainy season arrived and a heavy rain fell in the mountain that the fire was finally extinguished.

Wang Xuan thus established his reputation in Shu.

But he was not a good guy. After the bandits died out, he became the one to exploit the people.

Wang Xuan is smart and resourceful, much more aggressive than the bandits, and he knows very well that you can't cut leeks all at once.

Squeeze and squeeze, then rest for a while, and then squeeze again.

Just like the silk weaving industry, which is a specialty of Sichuan, there are many people engaged in it, the work is delicate, and the tax revenue has increased exponentially. Therefore, it is ridiculously expensive to sell it to other places.

"The clue right now is this." Ah-yi put the cloth strip and the porcelain bottle together, "First, I found Zhang Shiliu who was gathering information, and then I deliberately let him run away. He ran to the base of Beitang without a clear mind, and I found his accomplices."

Hearing this description, Hengzhi chuckled. Ah's words were always interesting, sometimes with ups and downs like a storyteller.

"His accomplice is Zhao Zhuo, the owner of the Bird Post. He lives with his wife and daughter and is responsible for delivering the message from Zhang Shiliu. Because he controls the post station, the pigeons and eagles they release will not be shot by the sentries."

"After we captured Zhang Shiliu, a group of people from the Northern Faction came to kill him. Although we don't know whether they killed us to save Zhang Shiliu, or if they killed Zhang Shiliu as well, it shows that the Beitang is very cautious and cruel in their work, and they don't allow any accidents."

"That's true." Hengzhi lowered his eyes and filled both of their bowls with water.

"Finally, the biggest suspicion is that the Beitang is located in Shuzhong. They seem to be well-equipped and not short of money." Ah's words stopped unconsciously. "Something is wrong. No matter what means they rely on to make money, I don't think they can get much money from Wang Xuan, the skinning ghost."

Besides, although Shu is rich, it is not so wealthy that even a small medicine bottle of a gangster organization would use such expensive porcelain.

and so.

They must have the support of people in the court behind them!
Things are becoming more and more confusing. Bei Tang is tracking down You Tong. If what Zhang Shiliu said is true, then Bei Tang is likely to be instructed by the mastermind behind the scenes to kill people first and then deliberately inquire about information to divert the investigation.

Then.

"We have to go back quickly!" Ah'an grabbed Hengqi's wrist, "We have lost contact in the past few days. It is possible that everyone in the villa has come out to look for him, and the body is left unattended!"

Hengzhi was about to open his mouth when the wooden door suddenly creaked and opened.

Bringing with them the cold wind and the broken snowflakes, it was the hunters, dressed warmly, coming to bring them food.

The hunter lived at the foot of the mountain. When he went back to get the medicine, his kind-hearted wife heard that her husband had saved a young couple. She became very kind and prepared meals for him to deliver to her every day.

Ah'ao took a quick look at the sky outside. It was not even noon yet, so why were people here?

Hengzhi and A'ao looked at each other, disbelief written in each other's eyes.

"Why did you come so early?" Ah'ao put on a harmless smile and stretched out her right hand to take the bamboo basket.

"My wife is so warm-hearted that she even prepared her own meal early." Although he looked fierce and didn't laugh much, he was able to strike up a conversation with a variety of words.

Ah'ao had round almond-shaped eyes, which dimpled slightly when she smiled. She didn't look like a scheming person at all.

The hunter looked at her and gave her an unusual reminder, "By the way, when I came here, I saw wild animals roaming nearby. Don't go out unless you have nothing to do."

After being stunned for only a blink of an eye, Ah-yi quickly reacted and pretended to be surprised, "Really? Then I have to listen to you."

The hunter watched them finish their meal before saying goodbye and leaving.

Ah-yi didn't believe this man, she sighed and stood up, "I didn't expect that I'd still be stuck here, it hurts to think about giving him so much money."

"Come to think of it." She turned back and said jokingly, "The young marquis looks majestic, but he is like a paper tiger. You are too weak and we can't run away."

"Really?" Heng Zhi added in an ambiguous tone, which seemed to indicate that this was what the young marquis' wife was thinking of him now. "Come closer." Heng Zhi turned over his bandaged left palm and bent his fingers.

Ah-yi moved closer, not knowing what was going on. "What?"

She approached, to a distance that Hengqi could control. The left hand that was suspended in mid-air hooked back, grabbed Ah's forearm, and exerted force to pull closer.

This action frightened Ah'ao. Her red lips slightly opened, and she was locked in front of the bed.

Well, now she is lying on the bed.

"You, you are still injured." Ah'ao was dumbfounded, but the face so close to her forced her to soften her tone.

Anyone who gets so close to it would probably feel confused.

The air seemed to be sticky like paste, making the two people look at each other, with their eyes fixed on each other.

"Am I a paper tiger?"

His voice was a little hoarse, because the fever was still affecting him.

But Ah'an inexplicably heard something inexplicable?

What's the inexplicable thing?

(End of this chapter)