The first step in the book is to start selling tofu

This time, Chen Zishu did not copy books in the house, but sat in the yard with Lin Zhi.

Daya also moved a chair over to join in the fun.

Daya can now basically recognize all the characters, but her handwriting is not very beautiful.

If you want to write beautiful characters, you must spend a lot of time practicing.

Therefore, recently Daya has been seizing every moment she has free time to practice calligraphy or embroidery, and is even busier than Linzhi.

Lin Zhi sometimes gets lazy or goes on strike, but Daya doesn't do that.

She always seems to be full of energy and never lets herself be idle.

Daya seemed to have endless energy, even Lin Zhi felt she was tired just by looking at her.

"Uncle Chen, can you play chess?"

Daya, who had replaced her pen with an embroidery needle at some point, looked up at Chen Zishu who had stopped writing and suddenly asked.

Chen Zishu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking about, his eyes were a little vague: "I know a little bit."

When Daya heard this, her eyes immediately lit up, and she begged Chen Zishu to teach her how to play chess.

Because she occasionally heard the two brothers of the Chen family talking about people and things in the capital, and learned that the aristocratic women in the capital had many talents.

She knew in her heart that sooner or later her family would have to go to the capital and face those people and things.

But among the four people in the family, she is the only one who has no talent. She doesn't want to become a handle for others to laugh at her family, so as long as there is an opportunity to study, she will work hard to learn.

Chen Zishu stared into Daya's sincere eyes, suddenly smiled and responded, "Okay."

Just like that, on the seventh day of June, Daya successfully unlocked a new skill.

……

Dashan Village.

Just when Daya was still thinking about it, those people from the capital sent people to this small village on the same day.

"died?"

The middle-aged man in elegant clothes frowned, as if he couldn't believe what the villagers said.

“Yes, they are all dead.” The villager repeated again: “About three months ago, his house caught fire and all four members of his family were burned to death. Not even ashes were left.”

The middle-aged man frowned more and more tightly: "Since there are no ashes left, how do you know for sure that there is someone in the house?"

The villager who answered looked at the middle-aged man strangely: "It's an exaggeration to say that there is not even ashes left. How can there really be nothing left? At least there are bones and other things..."

After saying this, he seemed to have thought of something, with a trace of fear in his eyes, and then he continued: "Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I heard from others that the body was burned to only bones, and it also exuded a pungent smell that made people sick..."

The middle-aged man frowned and interrupted the villagers' mumbling: "Okay, stop talking nonsense!"

Under the middle-aged man's unhappy gaze, the villagers' muttering did not continue.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the people behind him took out a dozen copper coins and handed them to the villager. The villager hurriedly took them with a smile and ran away without a trace in an instant.

"Go and verify whether what he said is true or not." The middle-aged man's voice was steady and powerful.

The people behind him immediately took action, divided into several groups and entered the village, asking other villagers about the situation and carefully checking the scene for any remaining traces or evidence.

Half an hour later, those who had entered the village returned to the middle-aged man one after another.

One of the men reported, "Butler, what the villagers said is consistent with what the villager just said."

The middle-aged man nodded, showing satisfaction. Then he waved his hand to signal everyone to get ready, "Let's set off to the Yang family now."

The group dispersed, and apparently only the middle-aged man set out for the Yang family.

Yang family.

When Mr. Yang received a message asking about Lin Zhi and the others' whereabouts, he was shocked and quickly called all the boys in the family to hide in the mountains. Only the adults were left at home to look after the house.

He knew that this might mean a disaster was about to happen. If something really happened, the Yang family must prepare for the worst, at least leaving a root for the Yang family!

"father!"

The eldest son of the Yang family paced back and forth in the room anxiously, his face as pale as paper, as if he had a premonition of something terrible. Old Master Yang was already upset, and he became even more anxious after being shouted at by him.

"Don't call me...wait." Grandpa Yang suddenly had an idea, "Go lie down on the bed and pretend to be sick!"

Although the eldest son of the Yang family didn't understand why his father made such arrangements, he nodded obediently and quickly ran to the bed and lay down.

Not long after, a strange middle-aged man appeared in front of the Yang family's door.

When Mr. Yang saw the visitor's attire, his heart finally gave out.

"Mr. Yang, your house is so lively!" said the middle-aged man with a forced smile.

Old Master Yang looked at him warily and did not answer.

"I heard that you have two sons? Where are they?" the middle-aged man continued to ask. Mr. Yang suppressed his fear and said calmly, "My eldest son is sick, and the second son went to town to buy medicine."

After hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

At this time, the eldest brother of the Yang family coughed from the room, and his voice sounded very weak. The middle-aged man frowned and walked towards the room.

Old Master Yang followed nervously behind, praying in his heart that he would not reveal any flaws.

The middle-aged man walked into the room and saw the eldest son of the Yang family lying on the bed, his face pale and cold sweat on his forehead.

He looked very ill.

The doubts in his mind were dispelled a lot.

"I heard that you have grandchildren, but why can't I see them?" The middle-aged man said as he walked around the Yang family, looking for the children.

Old Master Yang's temples were wet with cold sweat. He lowered his head and choked up, "My eldest son is sick, and there is no money at home. I will go to the mountains to see if there are any wild animals that can be brought back to nourish my eldest son. As for my granddaughters..."

The middle-aged man waited for his next words.

Old Master Yang gritted his teeth and said, "All the granddaughters were sold... and married off."

In fact, she was fostered in someone else's home, but she just told others that she was married.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Without the young master, the Yang family has become so miserable.

It seems that there is no need to dirty the young master's hands. The Yang family will not last long.

The middle-aged man has always been cautious in doing things and would not believe Mr. Yang's one-sided words.

"It's getting late today. I'll come visit you tomorrow." After saying that, the middle-aged man ignored Mr. Yang and his group and left the Yang family.

After watching the middle-aged man leave, Mr. Yang finally relaxed his tense nerves. He was secretly glad that he had come up with this idea to reduce the threat of his family.

I just don't know if I can pass that level smoothly tomorrow.