After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

The Zhang family was indeed puzzled. Since they had already boarded the Zheng family's big ship and had a steady stream of orders, why did they still make trouble and cut off their own livelihood? Previously, from the letter left by Zheng Shihui, they only knew that Zhang Qi'an had changed a batch of paper, but did not mention the Zhang family workshop. After all, if the entire workshop went bad, the Zhang family's business would definitely collapse completely. Chen Pi's investigation results showed that the men of the Zhang family still went to the workshop every day and the business did not stop, which showed that there was no problem with the workshop.

The old man from Li's workshop said that there was something wrong with Zhang's materials, and they didn't look fake...but, it could also be that they were competing with each other and deliberately spread rumors. This matter needs to be further investigated.

At present, most of the people in the Song family courtyard followed Song Ruohuan to the farm. Song Wenqian hired someone to manage the restaurant and took out some money to join Chenpi's investigation team. There was no result for the time being, and Ding Xirui was worried. She hesitated for a long time and decided to stay in Luocheng County this month and not go back to Lan County with Lin Mingxuan.

The north wind blew, and the candlelight flickered in the house. Lin Mingxuan put down the blanket in his hand and held Ding Xirui's hand:

"That's perfect. The weather is cold and it's hard to walk on the mountain road." Lin Mingxuan supported her decision. "But you have to promise me that you will never personally deal with the affairs of the Zhang and Song families. You must not run out to do things without saying a word like you did in Lan County before."

"Yeah, I know." Ding Xirui nodded, "I always feel that this matter is not that simple."

"That's why I didn't let you show up. You should also tell Young Master Song and Chen Pi to be careful."

"Well, I will remind them. We have told Brother Qin everything we have done. They will assist from the outside."

"That's good." Lin Mingxuan still looked a little worried, "Or, I'll let Nanxing stay."

"No need." Ding Xirui waved his hand quickly, "I won't go with you. If Nanxing doesn't go with you, my father and mother will probably be worried."

"I can take Mingshan with me..."

"No need, Nanxing is familiar with Lan County, and you two work well together..." Ding Xirui paused, then continued: "You should pay attention to Nanxing, he and Chenxiang can't get along, persuade him to be more open-minded."

"Well, don't worry about that. I believe him, and everything will be fine soon."

"Okay... But if Mingshan wants to go to Lan County, he can come with you. The three of you can go together. The weather is getting colder, and the clinic will probably be busy."

"Row."

"Go to rest early."

Lin Mingxuan put on a blanket and went out. He caught a glimpse of the box in the corner. The box was covered tightly. He said nothing more and closed the door silently. The mourning period has passed, but the timing is not right and the mood is not good.

On the day of departure, the sky was overcast. Ding Xirui loaded a lot of winter supplies into the carriage and added charcoal fire. He asked Lin Mingxuan and the other two to take care of each other. Mingshan was Master Lin's apprentice. He had never been out of Luocheng County and was looking around excitedly.

An Yumo still had to continue her wonton business and returned to Lan County as planned. She lifted the curtain and said goodbye to Ding Xirui with great depression.

"I wish Boss An a prosperous business. See you next month." Ding Xirui waved at her.

Since Lin Mingxuan was away, Ding Xirui simply moved back to the Ding family. Since both the Zhang and Song families were in Xifang and the Zhang family workshop was also here, it was more convenient to receive news while living at the Ding family.

It was not easy for Song Wenqian to come forward directly, but he had some connections, so he was responsible for contacting the managers and bosses who had business dealings with the Zhang family, and checking whether there were any problems with the paper shipped out of the Zhang family workshop; the two smart guys from the Ding family stayed near the Zhang family to see if there were any suspicious people coming in and out, and to find an opportunity to deliver a letter to Jiang Hongmian; as for Chenpi, he had become a handyman in the Zhang family papermaking workshop.

Papermaking has a mature fixed process, including soaking raw materials, cooking, beating, papermaking, drying and finishing, which is a technical job. Zhang's workshop is small in scale, mainly using bamboo as raw material to make paper, with medium quality; they also collect waste paper, add bark, old fishing nets, rags, etc., to make "resurrection paper", which is sold at a low price to people with less favorable living conditions.

Chen Pi was busy carrying bamboo, trimming bamboo, and soaking bamboo every day, which were all physical work. He could only interact with other people during meals, and he was afraid of arousing vigilance if he asked questions actively, so in the first few days, he mainly listened. The people in the workshop were very friendly, especially a young manager named Huang, who often went to various courtyards to help with work and reminded Chen Pi not to get his hands pricked by bamboo. The workers liked him very much.

"Manager Huang is so nice. Where did the boss invite him from?" Chen Pi asked casually while eating.

The middle-aged man next to him, Lao Wu, laughed and said, "Who knows? Manager Huang has been here for two months, and he is very capable in managing the workshop, better than the eldest and second young masters..." The man raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything else.

Chen Pi understood, "Uncle Wu, even you say it's good, then Manager Huang must be really good."

"Haha, kid, don't flatter me. This is the only job I do in my life. I don't know how to do anything else except cutting bamboo and soaking bamboo. You are still young. Find a chance to talk to Manager Huang and ask him to visit other courtyards more often so that you can get higher wages." After Old Wu finished speaking, he patted Chenpi's head and left with the empty bowl.

Chenpi was stunned for a moment, then continued to eat. What Old Wu meant by this was that he would have a chance to work somewhere else. He hadn't found anything with the raw materials in the past few days. The bamboo was good, and there was no problem with the water. He was going to find a chance to move around.

That afternoon, Chen Pi finished his work and squatted down to rest beside a big tree in the yard. At this time, he was the only one left in the yard. Manager Huang suddenly came over, but he didn't seem to notice him. Chen Pi didn't say anything. He walked to the pool to look at the water and moved it with his hands a few times. The water soaking the bamboo was light green, and the marks on his hands were also light green, nothing unusual.

"Manager Huang!" Chen Pi walked over with his back bent. Manager Huang seemed to shiver a little, "Chen Pi, are you done with your work?"

"Yes, Manager Huang, look at this bamboo and this water. Is there anything wrong with it?"

"No problem, good job." Steward Huang clapped his hands. "Some old fishing nets and rags have arrived in the west yard. Please clean them and hang them up."

"Yes."

After that, Manager Huang went to the east yard. When his figure disappeared, Chenpi looked at the water again, sniffed it closely, and found only the smell of bamboo, nothing else.

Chenpi wrapped himself in a piece of clothing, pulled the cart, took the fishing net and rags to the river. The weather was very cold, so he stacked a few old nets together, put a bag of rags in, and threw them directly into the river to let the current wash them away. There were not many people walking on the shore, and they were all in a hurry. Chenpi looked at the floating fishing net and felt that this investigation was too inefficient, and sighed silently.

"Tangerine peel."

"Ah!" Chenpi was startled and turned around to see that it was Ding Xirui and Banxia.

"Miss, why are you here?"

"We saw you on the street and followed you all the way here, but you didn't notice me?" Banxia said.

"No."

"What's wrong? Why are you so depressed?" Ding Xirui asked.

"Miss, I've been there for several days, and I can't see anything, ah!"

Ding Xirui patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, we have given you some clues."

"Miss, do you have any clues?" Chen Pi looked surprised.

"I asked Banxia to buy some paper for calligraphy practice a few days ago. The Zhang family's paper does have some issues."

"What's wrong?"

"Look..." Banxia pulled her sleeve and saw a red spot on the side of her right hand.

"Is paper poisonous?" Chenpi suddenly became nervous.

"It's not poison. In my opinion, someone put something that causes skin disease in the pulp. It might be the sap of some grass or tree," Ding Xirui said. "It will cause itching of the skin, but it's not a big problem in the short term."

"You've been there for several days, but you didn't find anything unusual?" Banxia asked.

"Really not... If there is any difference, it's that Manager Huang from the workshop. He's new here and he's really nice to people. I really don't want to think badly of him." Chen Pi said with a frown.

"What's his name and where he's from? I'll ask someone to check it out."

"His name is Huang Xu, but I haven't found out where he's from yet."

"Well, don't worry about where it came from. Find a chance to look around more. Don't be impatient. Make sure you don't get discovered."

"I understand, miss."

The wind was getting stronger and stronger. Ding Xirui and Banxia wrapped themselves tightly and went home. Banxia's arms were already itching badly.

"Hey, if I had known I wouldn't have let you use it. Just bear with it and don't catch it."

"Madam, it's a good thing I used it. I only practiced the calligraphy for three days and then I had the symptoms. Otherwise, I wouldn't have discovered it."

Ding Xirui suddenly stopped and said, "You should practice calligraphy well. How come your arm rubbed the paper?"

"I... just put my arm on the paper to rest." Banxia muttered.

"This is what happens when you're lazy."

"No, Madam, this is the benefit of being lazy!"