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San Lang pondered for a long time after listening to Zhen Qingming's analysis, "I always feel that the matter is on Mrs. Zhao's side."

When Donglai entered the door, he heard this sentence, "If Sanlang didn't say it, I would have forgotten it. Cao Yamen and I asked Mrs. Zhao about the situation and asked her how long Li Pinger stayed at her house. Mrs. Zhao's expression was a bit unnatural, but I Not sure if I read it wrong."

"I'll go to the Zhao family in person later on, what does the Li family say?"

"As soon as I said Li Ping'er, her mother yelled, she deserves to die!" Dong Lai frowned and said, "Although I said that, I heard from their neighbors that Li's parents haven't gone out to work these days. , but went to find Li Pinger with Zhao Yipeng."

Zhen Qingming: "Go ahead."

"The servant Cao threatened them with a knife, and then I asked her again, has Li Pinger returned to her mother's house recently? The couple opened their mouths and said, that dead heartless person, who has seen her once since she got married. It's a bit exaggerated, but, It is certain that it is a fact that Li Pinger does not want to go back to her mother's house. Also, young master, is it surprising that Li's house is just behind Mrs. Zhao's house, and the two houses are only a hundred meters away. Go back to my mother's house." Donglai shook his head, unable to figure it out.

"It seems that the problem really lies with the Zhao family." Zhen Qingming said and stood up, "Donglai stay and rest, Dongbao, call a few yamen servants who didn't go out today, and come with me to the Zhao family."

"It's getting dark." Saburo reminded him.

Zhen Qingming paused, "The night is long and the dream is full. If I can't come back for a while, you can eat first, don't wait for me."

In order to prevent Mrs. Zhao from playing tricks, Zhen Qingming went around to the county government office to put on the official uniform.

At this time, the market has already stopped, and the shops along the street are very quiet. I saw the adults crossing the street and going straight to the east of the city. People who have been busy all day look at each other, except for those who are eating and cooking, they all follow behind him. Hulala, without a meeting, the Zhao family was surrounded.

Zhen Qingming learned from the information obtained from Donglai that Mrs. Zhao's children are all in Qingzhou, because the old woman talks a lot and has a narrow mind.Although she is a good embroiderer and can make some pickles for sale, her son and wife would rather give her more money every month and hire someone to take care of her than live with her.

Mrs. Zhao returned to her hometown of Taoyuan County after her husband's death, and took back the house that was originally rented out to others. She kept the main room behind for her own living. The three shops along the street were used by her to sell her own pickled side dishes and when she was free. Beautiful embroidery.

When Zhen Qingming arrived, the old woman was clearing up the vegetable jars, probably planning to close the door for cooking.She is said to be an old woman. Upon closer inspection, Mrs. Zhao is only 50 years old. She has a few strands of white hair on her head, but her face is full of red. It is obvious that her life is going very well, or she is in a good mood.

Ordinarily, she and Li Ping'er had a good relationship. If Li Ping'er disappeared for a few days, Mrs. Zhao should be a little sad or worried, not to mention sad.

There are some things that cannot be carefully considered. Thinking about it this way, Zhen Qingming felt that Mrs. Zhao was very problematic, so he casually asked her a few words that Dong Lai had asked her. Do embroidery work in the shop?"

"How can it be. How does a little daughter-in-law look like sitting in the store in front of everyone." Mrs. Zhao is very shrewd, but she never expected that Zhen Qingming's every word has a purpose.

"You can't put it in the main room at the back." Zhen Qingming frowned, "One of you looks after the store, and the other sits in the main room. If the two of you want to talk, you will have to shout for a long time."

As soon as this remark came out, the onlookers were amused by Mr. Zhen, and the old woman couldn't help laughing, "The young lady of the Zhao family sits here, and I will chat with her through the gauze." Following her, Zhen Qingming saw someone in the corner. There is a piece of white gauze on the chair. If Li Pinger is here, the gauze should be hung up.

Seeing a near-finished round fan on the white gauze, recalling that his sisters each embroidered dozens of them every year, Zhen Qingming picked it up, took a look, frowned slightly and then let go, "Embroiderer Is it good, did you embroider it?"

"Yes, I made adults laugh." The old woman felt uneasy at this moment. She really wanted to tell her, but she couldn't tell, because she had been in the shop these days and never left, so whether Li Ping'er was dead or alive, It has nothing to do with her.

Time witnesses, on the surface, Mrs. Zhao and Li Pinger's disappearance are indeed not related, but the person did disappear after leaving her shop. Zhen Qingming doesn't believe it has nothing to do with her at all.

"By the way, Li Ping'er does embroidery work here, and the embroidered products are also sold in your shop?" Zhen Qingming asked again.

Mrs. Zhao didn't dare to say more, she nodded and raised her hand, "It's all on the table over there."

Zhen Qingming wanted the yamen servant to give him a few dollars, but suddenly paused, "Li Pinger made all the handkerchiefs and other small items herself?"

Mrs. Zhao nodded again, and Zhen Qingming said, "Dongbao, take a few dollars back."

"What are you doing, my lord?" Mrs. Zhao asked without knowing why.

"Li Ping'er has been missing for several days, and there is no dead body or anyone alive. If someone finds a purse, embroidered handkerchief or something in the wild, and compares these two things, it will be impossible to determine whether those things belong to Li Ping'er. .”

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhao opened her mouth, wanted to say something, and then closed it again. She thought that Zhen Qingming hadn't seen it, but the thoughtful Master Zhen had been paying attention to her all the time.Then he walked two steps in and saw the dark courtyard, "I heard that you live here alone, why don't you hire two people to keep you company in such a big courtyard."

"I'm an old woman, I'm used to it." Mrs. Zhao laughed.Seeing Zhen Qingming standing still, he couldn't help asking, "My lord, Li Ping'er seldom comes to the backyard."

"Just take a look, don't be nervous." As soon as he finished speaking, Dongbao took out an oil lamp from somewhere, and with a "snap", the yard was lit up.

Mrs. Zhao took a look and saw that it was the lamp of her house.She was afraid that someone would bump into the oil lamp while shopping, so she put the lamp on the innermost cabinet. Where did this little brother get it from?

Oh my god, what on earth is Master Zhen going to do!

Master Zhen glanced carefully and saw that there was nothing special in the courtyard, so he went back home, doing nothing but picking up a few pieces of embroidery.

Saburo saw that he came back late at night, and he was still holding women's things in his hand, his expression changed, "What is this? You bought it for Fourth Sister?"

"No." Seeing the fourth sister raised her head, Zhen Qingming hurriedly said, "I don't even look at what is embroidered on it, mandarin ducks playing with water and butterflies, how can fourth sister use it." Then he glanced at him again, "This is Li Ping The things my son embroiders, grandma, Saburo said that you often teach the fourth sister to embroider, can you see the difference in this embroidery?"

"My embroidery is not very good." Grandma Sun was very embarrassed. She dared to take the embroidery when she saw Sanlang nodding. She took it in her hand and said, "It's much better than mine. Is this embroidered by Li Ping'er? It's quite a lot." valuable!"

"Look carefully again, did the mandarin duck and the flowers and plants next to it be embroidered by one person?"

Grandma Sun sat under the oil lamp and studied carefully for a while, "The techniques are similar, but the place where the needles are narrowed is a little different, my lord, isn't this embroidered by Li Pinger?"

"Yes and no."

"Don't be tricky." San Lang brought the noodles in front of him, "Finish and eat."

"I saw a fan in Mrs. Zhao's sewing box. Although Li Ping'er learned from Mrs. Zhao, she obviously didn't embroider it alone, and Mrs. Zhao's neighbors also said that except for Li Pinger, she usually doesn't see her with others, so I said Boldly guess, that fan was dropped by Li Pinger a few days ago."

"What is Li Pinger's urgent matter that day, even the favorite embroidery has been left behind?" Sanlang asked strangely.

"That's not the point." Zhen Qingming took a sip of soup and continued, "The things embroidered by the two of them will be seen by a knowledgeable person, and the price will be much lower, unless Li Ping'er doesn't care about money, but she embroiders for money."

"So, here comes the problem." Sanlang continued, "Mrs. Zhao embroidered for Li Pinger even though she knew that the embroidery would be undercut, and Li Pinger also let her embroider. Why?"

"There are two reasons. One, Mrs. Zhao is used to helping her embroider, but it doesn't make sense. Li Pinger has nothing to do on weekdays, so she just does embroidery to pass the time. Mrs. Zhao took her work away, and she is not bored to death." After a while, "Li Ping'er disappeared, but I don't see Mrs. Zhao upset. Obviously, the relationship between the two of them is not as good as outsiders see. Since this is the case, Mrs. Zhao is notoriously narrow-minded, and it is impossible for her to help others make money."

"Hearing what you said, Mrs. Zhao has a big problem?" Saburo suddenly felt creepy.

Zhen Qingming: "I stayed at Zhao's house for too long just now, which aroused Mrs. Zhao's suspicions. When I came, I left four yamen servants there to monitor Zhao's family. As long as Mrs. Zhao came out of the cave, these doubts would be solved soon."

"Li Ping'er has no grievances with her, why does she want to harm others?" Grandma Sun was curious.

Zhen Qingming shook his head, "Don't say that, without evidence, anyone may be innocent."

"Yeah, it's getting late, you guys go to bed early too." Saburo drove everyone back and put them in, looking at the round moon, "It's only one month until Mid-Autumn Festival."

"No matter what my identity is, I will go back to Wujia Village with you for the festival." Zhen Qingming chewed and swallowed the noodles, picked up another chopsticks, and couldn't help feeling, "Your cooking skills are getting better and better, even round noodles It can also be cut out."

"It's not cut, it's pulled out, like the last time when you made fried noodles." Saburo listened amusedly, "There's still a bowl of bone soup in the jar, isn't it?"

"No!" Zhen Qingming shook his head, "Leave these things for me, and you can go and rest too."

Saburo: "What about you?"

"I told the yamen servants to wait for them here until the third watch, and if they find anything after the third watch, we can talk about it tomorrow."

"Is that so?" Saburo thought for a while, "I'm going to fry some peanuts, don't refuse!"

Zhen Qingming looked at him helplessly, wanting to tell him that there was still half a bowl left in the cupboard, so he didn't say anything when he saw him like this, and when Sanlang brought the peanuts, Mrs. Zhen thought to himself, but fortunately he didn't say, "Peanuts with old vinegar?"

"Yes!" Saburo only did it once, but he didn't expect him to remember it.

With peanuts, Saburo peeled a cantaloupe, cut half a watermelon, cut into small cubes and put it in a bowl, made a temporary bowl of ice, and then poured it into the bowl containing the melon, "Eat some melon first, keep the peanuts Eat later, the night is still long."

"I really enjoy it." Zhen Qingming ate two bowls of green vegetable noodles. There was no oil in his stomach and he was not afraid of eating cold food, but he felt a little distressed when he saw Saburo who was sweating from work, "Why don't you take your bed out and let's sleep in the courtyard at night. ?”