On the corner of the street to the east of Huaiyuanfang, under the locust tree in the backyard of the blacksmith shop, Zhang's wife was squatting in front of the stove to cook noodles. The flames reflected the fine lines at the corners of her eyes. She was in her early thirties and had a few traces of white hair on her temples.

"Drink while it's hot." She served a bowl of noodles soup and put a meat pie in the bowl of noodles.

Yesterday, there were too many iron tools and too much effort. When she slept until midnight, she felt that Blacksmith Zhang was unable to sleep well. In the morning, she went to buy the meat pie he liked and made his favorite noodle soup.

Blacksmith Zhang took the bowl and put it aside.

His rough big hand suddenly held his wife's callous hand, holding it so tightly, as if to blend her hand into his flesh and blood.

"Qiu Niang..." His Adam's apple rolled, his voice was hoarse, "Do you remember the day you carried me back from the mass grave twelve years ago?"

Qiu Niang's hand trembled. That winter, she found a young man covered in blood outside the city and rescued the person at the risk of being implicated.

"Remember." Her body trembled slightly, "You were covered in injuries at that time, and your high fever did not go away for several days."

Blacksmith Zhang suddenly knelt down and put his forehead against his wife's knee. "You gave me this life... But today, it's time for me to repay the kindness of others."

The firewood in the stove blew up and blew up. Qiu Niang's hand was hanging in the air and finally landed on his face. Her fingertips trembled, but she could not speak.

"Tell our kid that his father is Zhang Cheng, who is from Yizhou. His grandfather is Zhang Changzhai, and he is the owner of the best papermaking workshop in Yizhou. Twelve years ago, we took up a big business and delivered goods to Dongdu, but his grandfather was put on a condom and wanted him to hand over the entire papermaking workshop's business. His grandfather would rather die than obey and hang himself. His father avenged his grandfather and killed those people."

Zhang Blacksmith looked at his wife and said, "Qiu Niang, I can't survive without you, but I have no benefactor to stand up for me. I can't get my father's papermaking workshop back, nor can I cleanse my charges."

Qiu Niang hugged him tightly and buried her face in his chest.

Zhang Blacksmith said softly, "I have sold the papermaking workshop for a long time. My benefactor will give our family some silver every year. Now there is a big jar under the rice jar. The silver inside is enough for you to eat and wear for the rest of your life."

Qiu Niang burst into tears.

Blacksmith Zhang laughed. He finished drinking the noodle soup and eating the meat patties. He picked her up and turned around, and then took a rusty iron knife from the shop.

"Just pretend I'm out of a long way."

He turned his head and did not let his wife see tears falling from the corners of her eyes, "You must be fine."

In a small courtyard in Jiahuifang, a sixteen-year-old girl sat quietly, her neck was slender and pale, and her legs were hanging on the ground. When she heard the sound of familiar footsteps, she couldn't stand up.

She was sick at a young age and was unable to walk normally.

"Xiaohe, see what dad brought for you?" He from Xishi Silk Satin Village walked in and took out a piece of apricot flower crisp from his arms.

The girl's eyes lit up and she couldn't stop being happy, "Dad, you're back today."

The accountant nodded with a smile, and tears suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The girl held the apricot flower crisp and looked at his appearance, and couldn't help but be stunned, "Dad, what's wrong?"

The accountant smiled and said, "Xiaohe, Dad is so happy. The medicine for treating your legs has finally been prepared. Doctor Guo will bring medicine to you to apply medicine and injections. He told me that you can go to the ground after three months, and you will not need a crutch."

The girl looked at him but couldn't laugh and said, "Dad, there must be something else."

The accountant smiled with difficulty and said, "It was my father who promised me that I would go to another place to be the accountant for me for a few years. I will leave later and I may not be able to come back in a few years. But don't worry, I have agreed with your third aunt that she will take good care of you. If you miss me, write a letter to her for help and I will reply to you."

The girl threw herself into his arms, her thin shoulders trembled: "Dad, I'm not curing my legs."

"Good kid, what stupid things do you say? I will be back in two or three years at most. What's your life going on?" The accountant gentleman patted her back lightly, as if he had nightmares when he was a child.

"Heal your legs." He hummed the tune that his deceased wife often sang, "When my father comes back in a few years, I will take you to Qujiangchi to see the apricot blossoms..."

In the dilapidated courtyard in the back alley of Zuixianju, Liu Yunxiu knelt on the bluestone slab. In front of her was an old woman with muddy eyes, washing many bowls at the wellhead.

"Yunsweet."

The old woman washed the dishes silently for a long time, suddenly wiped her hands on her body and took out a sachet from her sleeve, "Hold it, there are your childhood baby teeth and your father's military card. If you go on the road, the King of Hell will know whose child you are."

Liu Yunxiu nodded and said nothing. She was just a maid in Zuixianju on weekdays, but today when she walked out of the back alley of Zuixianju, she looked like a general walking on the battlefield.

She walked towards the western market, and seven or eight people gradually walked out of the streets and alleys. Behind her were the accountant of the silk shop, the old man selling Tang people on the street... They were all ordinary people from all walks of life, but at this time their faces were completely gone, and they all looked solemn.

...

At Mingyue Hotel, He Haixin and several classmates were quietly flipping through the file.

A classmate brought in some new files and tapped his knuckles twice on his desk.

This shows that among today's new files, there are places that He Haixin needs special attention, and they may be given priority to read.

He Haixin soon discovered problems from these files.

The prices of spices in West Market, especially the prices of expensive smoked spices, fluctuate abnormally.

Long before Duke Pei went to war, Gu Shiwu had a detailed discussion with him. The chaos of reuniting bandits in Youzhou was behind the shadow of the Yang family, but fighting was about making money, and the military resources of those bandits were worthy of investigation.

Even if the wealth left by the previous dynasty can be disposal and distributed to the bandits, there will inevitably be traces to follow.

Moreover, the Yang family, whose fortune is weak, still has the desire to compete for the world, which only shows that the Yang family still has the means to use wealth to create more wealth.

Then they must be in charge of some businesses with amazing profits.

These young students in Youzhou are very good at association and spices... a room of agarwood, a life sacrifice in Yankangfang, and a precious spice with amazing value. They naturally included the shops in the city that operate agarwood business as the key targets for investigation.

In a sense, the goods of these shops are not ordinary circulating goods for ordinary people, and the prices of precious spices are very stable. Even if several large ships carrying overseas goods come from the port, more than a dozen trucks of spices are transported from it, or if news comes from overseas or Chameng, a batch of spice forests that have not been mined will not affect the price of such precious spices in the west city of Chang'an.

The extra volume will soon be divided by these shops in Chang'an.

Those agarwood will not affect the value of the stored in too long, but will instead turn into old incense and get a higher selling price.

There will always be new high-ranking people in Chang'an City, and there will always be demand for such goods.

The case file also records the real reason for the sudden price increase.

There are twenty-three shops selling precious spices in the city, but seventeen of them have wooden signs that have been suspended.

Moreover, the other six spice shops are mainly ambergris and frankincense, and there are not many agarwood spices on their hands.

In this way, these spice shops naturally feel that the spice may be produced in the place of production, and these spice shops that are closed are all thinking about their next business strategies.

Their price increase is also a test.

But He Haixin felt that things would not be that simple.

He quietly called a classmate and asked him to report it to Li Xizhi, asking Li Xizhi to send someone to check what was going on in these shops.

Mingyue Pavilion integrates the intelligence systems of Daozong, Duke Pei, Tubo secret spies, the fifth prince and the sixth prince. In addition, the personnel previously arranged in various yards, the source of intelligence itself is far beyond the intelligence agencies of various clans in the city. Moreover, with the continuous adjustments of He Haixin and others, the efficiency has reached a level that ordinary intelligence agencies cannot imagine.

Soon, the practitioners under Li Xizhi had already sent back the latest secret reports.

"In those shops that closed, all the shopkeepers and friends were killed, and those shopkeepers and friends who did not live in the shop were also killed in their residences. There was no trace of the goods in the shops, but the accounts and contract documents, and the trade information were all swept away."

He Haixin did not hesitate at all. He did not deal with other documents, but quickly summoned seven classmates to discuss matters.

In less than a cup of tea, Li Xizhi also rushed over.

Faced with these smarter people than me, Li Xizhi didn't have to use his brain by himself, just asked, "Have you come to any conclusion?"

"Yang's own wealth will not use this method of alarming the enemy. Using this method and taking away all transaction records does not necessarily mean to track down Yang's capital flow. It is very likely that he will take away all the wealth hidden by Yang in one fell swoop."

He Haixin looked at Li Xizhi and said, "There are the most likely people to do such things in that city."

Li Xizhi nodded and said, "Which group of people from Prince and Li Chenshan?"

He Hai thought to himself, "For us, this is not the point. The point is what the other party should do to embezzle the money with this means and how to track it down."

Lixi Zhuang Road, "Can there be a direction?"

He Haixin said calmly, "There will definitely be an underground bank that disguises the money that Yang needs to use as normal silver and money flows out, so even if it is useless to track down the transportation of silver and money, this person takes away all the books and wants to figure out how to call these wealth by himself. If we want to get in, we can only track down the false transactions of various commercial banks in the city. There will definitely be many non-existent transactions, or some transactions that are traded at unreasonable prices. Tracking the transactions' tax bank and tracing people in the city who are capable of doing false transactions should be able to get clues."

Li Xizhi breathed a sigh of relief.

He, He Haixin and others have already cooperated, so if you want to hire someone at this time, you don’t need to say much about the polite words you ordered.

He didn't need to consider the issues that He Haixin and others considered. At this time, he just couldn't help but think that the prince and Li Chenshan, who were from any side, must have had contact with the Yang family before, or had already figured out the Yang family's financial path.
Chapter completed!