Xiao Qinghuan

Jiang Xiaohan didn't expect Luo Suifeng's hands and feet to be so fast. He thought that the other party was illiterate, and he didn't usually touch pens, inks, papers and inkstones. He might just wait until dawn. Unexpectedly, the other party had already finished it in an hour or so.

"Look." Luo Suifeng said, "It's all here."

His hair was dripping with water, but the book in his hand was not wet at all.Jiang Xiaohan took the book and flipped through it for a while, only to realize that Luo Suifeng said it was a "painting". He was really not humble at all. The handwriting on the page was crooked, one horizontal and one vertical very wide, probably directly according to the appearance in memory described.

Jiang Xiaohan: "..."

If it wasn't for Jiang Xiaohan's mental preparation that this is a "character", I'm afraid he would have thought he had got a book of ghost painting symbols.

——No, you can’t say that, Fu Ke is much prettier than this one.

Seeing his strange expression, Yan Qing reached out for another book and flipped through it.

Yan Qing: "..."

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Luo Suifeng couldn't help but feel a little uneasy: "Is the painting wrong?"

After he finished speaking, he shook his head again, denying himself: "Impossible, I remember it all, and I will not remember it wrong."

"No." Yan Qing said: "After all these days, I can still trace these handwritings, which is already very good."

What he said was right, the description in this booklet was precise, and it only needed to be copied once to understand.Although Luo Suifeng is illiterate, his photographic memory ability is different from ordinary people, no wonder he was caught by the old owner Luo and brought back to the villa to inherit the mantle.

Jiang Xiaohan closed the book and nodded, "Very useful, thank you."

Luo Suifeng breathed a sigh of relief: "...Then I'll take it and leave."

"Please help yourself." Jiang Xiaohan raised his hand to signal: "I helped a lot today, and if I have a chance in the future, I will definitely thank you again."

Luo Suifeng obviously couldn't deal with this, put down his things in a hurry, turned around and left.

But fortunately, Jiang Xiaohan was just being polite. It was raining heavily outside, and there were no other valuables in the warehouse in the front yard. Jiang Xiaohan didn't bother to put on a show, and competed with those books on his own.

Seeing that he was really struggling to read the book, Yan Qing took a blank book page from the side, started to copy the words on the page when the ink was on it.

Yan Qing always had a calm mind, and was not in a hurry when doing these things.Generally speaking, the things written by Luo Suifeng are not difficult to read, but the radicals are far apart, and there is no space between characters, so it looks messy.

Jiang Xiaohan wiped the crumbs of melon seed shells on his fingertips, and dragged the inkstone over to grind the ink for him.

These account books are slightly different from the ones Jiang Xiaohan got earlier, but they also have similarities.In addition to the fact that these are not the originals and the handwriting cannot be confirmed, each page of these account books also starts with the year and time.

But the difference is that after the year, each line below starts with the names of some states and counties, followed by a row of numbers.The smallest number is five hundred, not like the amount of land.

In addition, several account books were also divided, and several Zhuangzi were listed separately, and recorded in this way of marking.

The more Yan Qing copied it, the more he felt at a loss—he had never seen this kind of accounting method, and this amount was too big for the land, and too cumbersome for the bank.Yan Qing copied a book in his early days, but he still really doesn't know what Wen Zui wrote.

Luo Suifeng's drawings were crooked, and he couldn't write a few words on a page, which was more than six or seven booklets.After Yan Qing copied it, he compiled it into two and a half volumes.

He put together the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and when he looked up, he realized that the can of sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine had arrived in front of Jiang Xiaohan at some point. There was a small pile of melon seeds in front of Mr. Jiang, and most of the sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine in the jar was gone.

— Prospect!

Seeing him look up, Jiang Xiaohan licked his lips calmly, without any sense of being caught: "You're done transcribing?"

Yan Qing: "..."

Mr. Yan suddenly felt very tired: "Copy it."

Jiang Xiaohan pushed the plate containing melon seeds towards Yan Qing, and took away the book in front of him: "If the rice wine is overcooked, it will lose its aroma. I tasted it for you, and it's just right for you to drink."

Master Jiang spoke without shame, Yan Qing was silent for a moment, and weighed in his heart whether he could defeat Jiang Xiaohan in words, and finally found that he had no chance of winning, so he let him go.

Yan Qing's handwriting is neat, and every message is neatly listed, which is clear at a glance.

Jiang Xiaohan turned a few pages, and his expression gradually became a little strange.

Yan Qing was not in the court, so naturally he didn't know about these twists and turns, but Jiang Xiaohan was different, he only took a second look, and felt that this thing was really familiar.

"See what?" Yan Qing asked.

"It's nothing." Jiang Xiaohan closed the books and smiled at him: "Everything is just a guess right now, I'll ask someone to confirm it tomorrow, and then I'll tell you."

Yan Qing has no doubt about him.

Jiang Xiaohan got up very early the next day, and because of the rainy weather, the sky was brighter later than usual. When Jiang Xiaohan arrived at the government office, the genius had just been polished.

Jiang Ying had already arranged the affairs outside and returned to Jiang Xiaohan's side.

Jiang Xiaohan dismissed the other police officers in the house, took out the book from his arms and threw it into Jiang Ying's arms: "Look at this account book, what is it that can be recorded in this way."

Jiang Mo has always been in charge of this kind of mundane affairs related to interpersonal communication and account books. Jiang Ying caught the book in confusion, and looked down at it.

It doesn't matter this time, Jiang Ying's eyes fell on the page, and she was shocked: "My lord, this—"

"It seems that I remember correctly." Jiang Xiaohan said in a deep voice: "What kind of account book is this, this is the military register."

There are two kinds of military records in Da Chu, one is the list of dispatched personnel in the barracks, and the other is the list held by Jiang Xiaohan.This kind of military register is usually used for recruiting soldiers. It does not state the names and ages of soldiers, but only reports the number of recruits based on each region, and then states the specific military camps they went to. reported above.

Jiang Xiaohan has been in charge of the cabinet for many years, and he has also passed a lot of recruitment documents from the Ministry of War in his hands, so he seems to have some impressions.

However, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be subtle differences in the habits of armies in different places when writing their cadastres. For example, the two frontier guards in the southwest and northwest had the opposite way of writing their cadastres.In addition to making it easier to enter the cadastre into the cabinet, once there is a discrepancy between the military status and the number of conscripts, it is also possible to find out who is in trouble as soon as possible.

But Jiang Xiaohan is a civil servant after all. Although he knew there was an article here, he couldn't find any clues for a while.

Jiang Xiaohan was silent for a moment, and asked, "Can you tell which family wrote this?"

"No." Jiang Ying obviously thought of Jiang Xiaohan's attention, and shook her head regretfully: "The shadow guard is different from the military camp. After entering the shadow guard camp, there is no trace in the world. The number and names of the shadow guards must be kept secret. The list is even more useless. How many people are only recorded in the commander's mind, and have never written a military register."

This answer was within Jiang Xiaohan's expectation, but it was inevitably disappointing.

"Go and call Xie—" Jiang Xiaohan originally wanted to ask Xie Jue to come and recognize him. After all, Xie Jue was in the Shenwei camp and he was from Xie's family, so he should know this kind of thing.But when the words came to his lips, Jiang Xiaohan remembered that he hadn't told Xie Jue about the Xie family, so he changed his words temporarily: "Forget it, just go find someone from the Shenwei camp. Wei Shen is not here, just find a deputy." .”

Jiang Ying took the order and left, and came back in less than half a cup of tea.Jiang Xiaohan had already put away the two books, and made up a few account books according to the directory above and copied them on paper.

Greetings came from the hall, and Jiang Xiaohan looked up, only to realize that the person who came was an acquaintance.

——It's important.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but he was also here to help when sorting out the land enclosure in Liujia Village.

Jiang Xiaohan's mind turned a few turns, and he pulled out the rice paper from under the paperweight: "Come and see, do you recognize this account?"

Guan Zhong took it according to his words, looking at the number of place names on it, he said strangely: "Isn't this the military register of the Imperial Army, and the Shenwei Battalion also records it based on it. Where did you find it?"

A big rock in Jiang Xiaohan's heart thumped to the ground—it would have been better if it hadn't been Xie Jiajun.

When Jiang Xiaohan found out that this was a military register earlier, he had an intuition that it either came from the Shenwei Battalion or from the Xie Family Army—fortunately, he bet right.

Jiang Xiaohan said calmly: "Really? Last time my entourage found it when packing up. The piece of paper was badly damaged. I was afraid it was something important, so I copied it again."

"It's not something important, maybe the Shenwei Battalion is installed wrong." Guan Zhong scratched his head and said with a smile: "However, the number and cadastre on it do not match the number of the Shenwei Battalion. I heard the adults say that the piece of paper is damaged Seriously, I probably don’t know when it happened.”

"It's fine if you don't miss anything." Jiang Xiaohan breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it only the Shenwei Battalion who write military records like this?"

"Yes, my lord, you don't know that there is a column of 'Ancestral Love' in the military records of ordinary border gates or state capitals. It writes the conditions of the soldiers' families, including whether the ancestors have been officials, whether Committed crimes and so on." Guan Zhong took a few steps forward, spread the paper on Jiang Xiaohan's desk, and showed him with his fingers: "But there is no such column on the list of my lord. Everyone is a descendant of an aristocratic family or a general, so this column is omitted."

Jiang Xiaohan thought about it carefully, only to realize that this seems to be the case.

Seeing that he was silent, Guan Zhong couldn't help asking, "Is there anything else your lord wants?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Xiaohan came back to his senses: "It's hard work, it's nothing, you go down first."

The sky outside gradually brightened up, and the torrential rain that had rained all night also tended to slow down. Jiang Xiaohan leaned back in the wide armchair, and finally felt that the knife that had been hanging on his heart for a long time fell down.

The land in Pingjiang was exchanged for the two villages in Ning Zongze's hands, and there are still military records in his hands that have not passed the Ming road.Add all these bits and pieces together, and the remaining possibility, no matter how daring and absurd it may seem, has already come true.

Jiang Xiaohan suddenly thought, no wonder He Liuyun dared to come to Pingjiang alone with full confidence, so it turned out that he had such a big handle in his hands.

——Ning Yu raised private soldiers in the suburbs of Beijing.

The author says:

Thanks to Lanzhou Lumeng, Mozhi_, Ziqi, Situ Aotian, and Ye Yuezhu for feeding the fish food~Thanks to Moji_, Charlie_, and steamed crabs for feeding the catnip~ I really appreciate everyone's liking~