Gou Zai Xianwu Wenjing Search for Opportunities

Lin Yuan asked the gatekeeper a few more questions and learned that Manager Huang had not returned by the afternoon.

He was overjoyed, changed into clean clothes, lay back in bed, listened to the rain, and waited for nightfall.

Taking advantage of this moment, he closed his eyes and saw that the mirror in his sea of ​​consciousness was still there, and Liu Laowu in the mirror was still there!

Test successful!

In other words, as long as the spirit is captured by the mirror, it will not disappear in a short period of time until the spirit finishes asking all the questions.

This is excellent. If he encounters a ghost again, he can judge whether to ask questions on the spot or return to a safe environment to ask them, based on the current situation.

This gave him more room to maneuver.

He immediately asked the person in the mirror, "Liu Laowu, what are your last wishes that you need me to fulfill? And how will you repay me?"

The image in the mirror changes again:

Liu Laowu searched the streets for his younger sister: "Little sister, where are you?"

He shouted the same thing in the street until his voice was hoarse, until a kind acquaintance told him, "Your sister has been stolen. Don't bother looking for her anymore, she's gone!"

Instantly, his vision went black.

The scene changes again:

He knelt by the Carp River and prayed to the water: "Carp Immortal above, I, Liu Laowu, beg you to help me find my little sister. I am willing to be your ox or horse for all eternity."

The scene in the mirror ends here.

After reading it, Lin Yuan sighed helplessly, "What I lack is not cattle and horses."

Besides, I've only ever seen your little sister when she was five or six years old. I don't even have any physical evidence to identify her, so there's no way to find her.

Lin Yuan gave up on finding Liu Xiaomei. As for cattle and horses, forget it, he was still at the cattle and horse stage and couldn't afford to raise them at all.

As the last question was asked, Liu Laowu in the mirror, just like last time, quickly dissipated into specks, drifting out from behind the mirror and disappearing into the world.

He made another new discovery: asking questions intermittently would alleviate his dizziness symptoms slightly, but it wasn't as severe as asking all the questions at once.

This shows that he needs to expend a great deal of mental energy each time he looks in the mirror.

It seems I need to be more careful in this regard in the future and avoid asking questions in dangerous situations.

The rain started off quite heavily today, with thunder and lightning, then it started to drizzle and continued until dark.

Lin Yuan simply ate a piece of steamed bun to fill his stomach.

Whether it was because of the rain or something else, Manager Huang didn't come back tonight, and only a servant was staying in the side room of the main house.

When it was past midnight and the servants had gone to bed, Lin Yuan pretended to have a stomachache, pulled a bamboo knife from under the mattress, and went out.

The bamboo knife is three or four feet long and a few inches wide, with a strip of cloth tied to the top for easy gripping, making it easy to dig through loose soil.

This is a simple tool for poor families. Although it's not as useful as a hoe, it's free.

It was drizzling, and the rain felt quite refreshing. It was getting dark, and I couldn't see the road very well.

Lin Yuan carefully followed the bluestone slabs to the outhouse. After listening for a while and confirming that no one was around, he found the location of the wine jar. There were no bluestone slabs here, so he stepped into the mud.

He didn't care about any of that and immediately started digging.

Having not done farm work for many years, Lin Yuan was not very strong and lacked stamina, and he got tired after digging for a while.

Just as he gritted his teeth and strained, the bamboo knife suddenly hit a hard object, slipped from his hand, and the shock made his hands go numb.

"It hurts so much!"

He reached into the mud and felt a cool touch; it was a porcelain jar. He was overjoyed; it must be a wine vessel.

It seems Manager Zhang is even worse than him; the wine jar was buried very shallowly.

He took out the wine jar, found it wasn't too heavy, wiped it clean, and easily held it in his arms.

He didn't have time to open it; he quickly dealt with the scene and erased the traces.

Fortunately, it was a rainy day, otherwise it would have been really difficult to recreate this.

When Lin Yuan returned, he took off his muddy straw sandals and walked barefoot on the cool bluestone slabs. He carefully carried the wine jar back to his room and locked the door.

As dawn broke, the rain stopped and the sky cleared.

By the dim light, he opened the wine jar, shook it for a moment, and then took out two oil paper packets.

Inside the oil paper package was a dozen folded papers, somewhat like documents, with hard paper on the top and bottom and soft paper inside. It was a bit dark, so I couldn't see what was written on them.

The other one contained a cloth bag, which felt heavy in my hand. It was shaped like a silver ingot, and when I squeezed it with both hands, it felt soft.

"silver?"

They should be silver ingots; I counted them, and there were fifty in total.

Fifty taels?

"Manager Zhang, Manager Zhang, that little hussy Yingniang can keep a gigolo behind your back and still get five hundred taels, but you only keep fifty taels for yourself to escape. You really don't know how to live your life."

Fortunately, he didn't come empty-handed, otherwise Lin Yuan would have been devastated.

That fifty taels is enough for him to start learning martial arts!

As for the future?

First, learn martial arts at the outer martial arts hall of the Li family mansion, and get on good terms with Li Shi so that you can investigate more murder cases of wealthy people in the future.

Anyway, Lin Yuan didn't want to go to the mass grave. There was no point in going; there was no chance to gain anything.

However, he thought again that although there was no chance to make money, he could test the mirror's functions.

Ultimately, he decided to take some time to go and visit, hoping to find a ghost or spirit there as a test, or it wouldn't matter if he didn't.

When the morning light comes out.

Lin Yuan checked the money pouch again and confirmed that it contained fifty taels of silver, all of which were unmarked private silver. He was delighted.

Unfolding the paper again, they found two travel permits for merchants. The man's name was Mei Youde, and the woman's name was Liu Ying, both from Jiuzhen County...

This is a merchant's travel document. No wonder Manager Zhang said that a cunning rabbit has three burrows. This was specially prepared for running away. It's a pity we didn't have to use it.

I don't need it myself, so I'll keep it for now; it might come in handy later.

Lin Yuan packed everything away and put the wine jar into the bamboo basket. Fortunately, the wine jar was about the same size as the pickled vegetable jar, which was just enough to cover it up.

He divided the silver into several portions and hid them separately, keeping only a little loose silver and copper coins on his person.

During the day, he took another opportunity to walk around the high wall several times, but he did not find a small boat on the river.

However, they discovered a bare depression at a bend in the river. The depression was surrounded by weeds, but this particular spot only had some whitish tender grass shoots, indicating that a heavy object had been pressing down on it for a long time.

He gestured to indicate the size of the depression, which was roughly the size of a small boat.

Did Liu Ying take the boat?

Or was it stolen?

Aren't you going to take me with you?

……

The next few days.

Lin Yuan continued his routine of going back and forth between two points, which was fulfilling and busy. He was working as a teaching assistant for Master Xu, and in his spare time he wrote several lectures on mathematical classics.

I occasionally take a trip to the mass grave.

That morning.

Lin Yuan was lecturing at the Xu Family School: "There's a third, simpler way to solve this arithmetic problem..."

This was all mathematical knowledge he had learned in his previous life. He adopted it and passed it on to his classmates without holding anything back, because the simplified algorithm was just faster, but the problem was not unsolvable.

He didn't expect all his classmates to be grateful to him, but just one or two would be enough, as it would be a favor in the future.

At this moment, Master Xu sat to the side drinking tea, occasionally scribbling on paper, doing abacus calculations, and listening with some interest to Lin Yuan explaining mathematical problems.

He thoroughly enjoyed this. He didn't just run the school for money; it was also because mathematical calculation was one of his great hobbies, and he was better than most people at it. Therefore, he was very interested in Lin Yuan's clever ways of solving problems.

After a while, Zhao Gou'er suddenly ran over, stood outside the school gate looking around, and kept waving at him.

After Lin Yuan finished explaining the problem, he greeted the teacher before coming out to see him.

"Uncle, we can go practice martial arts tomorrow!"

Lin Yuan was overjoyed: "Then what are our plans for tomorrow?"

"I'll come find you tomorrow morning, and we'll go to my uncle's place together. He'll take us to the martial arts hall outside the Li residence."

"Then I'll trouble you, brother." The two discussed their own points.

"It's nothing." Zhao Gou'er suddenly became shy and said, "Uncle, I'm going to the martial arts school tomorrow. My uncle said I can't be called Gou'er anymore, I have to have a proper name. My parents are illiterate, so my uncle asked me to come and find my third uncle and you."

"Your senior brother is right. I will take you to see our master."

Lin Yuan smiled and led him into the school. At this time, the students were still studying arithmetic problems on their own. Master Xu was sitting at his desk studying Lin Yuan's lecture notes, flipping through them and thinking, occasionally using an abacus to make calculations.

When Lin Yuan approached, Master Xu seemed not to hear him. Lin Yuan had no choice but to interrupt him quietly and tell him about the naming.

Master Xu turned his head and looked Zhao Gou'er up and down. He made an assessment of his appearance and, based on his past interactions, he had some understanding of his character. He didn't think much of the boy at all.

He had so many students and disciples, but he wouldn't name every student who didn't have a name; only those he took a liking to would be given one.

Then, looking at Lin Yuan meaningfully, he said, "Since you are his cousin, you should marry him!"

"Oh, okay." Zhao Gou'er was a little reserved in front of Master Xu.

Lin Yuan was somewhat surprised. The Master was simply doing a favor by asking him to do Zhao Gou'er a favor, even if it was just a small favor like naming him, it would still bring the two of them closer.

"Does Brother Zhao have a generational name?"

"The Zhao family didn't rank this one," Zhao Gou'er whispered, sounding somewhat unsure.

Lin Yuan nodded, racking his brains for ideas, drawing from historical figures of his previous life and combining them with what he had learned in this life from the "Elementary Learning Manual," and after a long pause, said, "Since Brother Zhao is going to the martial arts hall to practice, let's choose a name with auspicious meaning. Returning in triumph is called 'victory'... I hope you will make further progress, so let's just use the single character 'victory' in your name, Zhao Sheng, how about that?"

"Zhao Sheng!" Zhao Gou'er exclaimed happily upon hearing the name. "I'll be called Zhao Sheng!"

After saying that, he immediately bowed deeply to Lin Yuan, who helped him up: "No need to be so polite. From now on, we will practice martial arts together and be considered fellow disciples."

"Okay." Zhao Gou'er usually swore the most, especially the words "okay," "fuck," and "damn," which he used most often. When he heard Lin Yuan speak in a literary style that he couldn't understand, he could only say "okay."