Give you a spring

It's six o'clock now, it's still very early, the street has just started to be noisy, the two walked to the city gate, chatted with the soldiers on duty today, the other party took Ping Wei to a hut, and presented a list of horse-drawn carriages entering the city in the near future .

Ping Wei took a closer look and found that five carriages carrying gunpowder went out of the city on the tenth day of the first lunar month, and then a total of twelve carriages entered the city during the period from the eleventh to the twenty-second, and three of them belonged to Chen Jibu. , which contained a large amount of cloth and silk, five were fresh vegetables transported by Wanbaotang from Ningyao, three were loaded with iron, and the last one was made of wood.

"Wood," Ping Wei asked curiously, "Has anyone moved to a new house recently?"

"No," the soldier explained with a smile, "The courtyard where His Highness lives was specially built by Mr. Fu Yin. It was an old house that had been abandoned for a long time. Knowing that the higher-ups were going to send people over, they specially remodeled it."

Ping raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little strange in his heart, wondering why he wanted to make a special renovation, if there was really no place for them to live, he could arrange an inn, but he didn't choose.But this was all off-topic, and he didn't continue.

"Have you all checked the inside carefully?" Ping Wei asked again.

The soldier nodded earnestly, "I have checked it, there is no problem."

"Are there no other large carriages entering the city? Are there any people carrying particularly large packages?"

"No," the soldier thought for a while, then shook his head after confirming.

"I see," Ping Wei walked out of the room, and He Zhou was waiting for him under the city wall. He observed the soldiers checking the pass for entering the city for a while, and after seeing Ping Wei, he walked over and whispered, "Checkpoint checks can be done." It’s quite rigorous, if they don’t cover each other internally, there should be no possibility of smuggling in.”

"Okay," Ping Wei stood beside him and watched for a while, and told him where the carriages that had recently entered the city were transported.

He Zhou thought for a while, then said, "These seem to have nothing to do with gunpowder..."

"Yes, but I noticed that Wanbaotang's carriages came from Ningyao, and there were five of them," Ping Wei looked into his eyes and said.

"Then let's go to Wanbaotang later," He Zhou said, leaving with him from the gate of the city, "Now go ask if there is any situation at the black market."

Speaking of this, Ping Wei smiled lightly, "I don't know how Fengdu can contact the people there."

"According to our previous experience?" He Zhou looked at him questioningly.

"Ah."

The two immediately found a coffin shop hidden in a deep alley. The shop was so small that only one person could enter at a time. The surrounding area was also dilapidated, and the wooden doors were closed tightly.Standing in front, He Zhou knocked politely first, then increased his strength when he saw that there was no movement inside, and the sound of "bang bang" slamming on the door suddenly came from his ears.

Ping Wei leaned to the side, watching his movements with a smile on his face.

After knocking for a while, they vaguely heard cursing voices coming from inside, the door was pulled open from the inside, and an old man with messy white hair and messy clothes appeared in front of the two of them, cursing very rudely, "What are you doing?! If the door is closed, it is not open for business. What kind of door is smashed? If it breaks, you will pay for it?!"

Ping smiled and stood up straight, "We will pay."

As he said he was about to go in, the old man was startled, and immediately wanted to close the door, but He Zhou stretched out his hand, pushed him in very roughly, then dodged in, and pulled the door completely open.

"It's already noon, it's getting late." He strode forward with a blank expression, as if he was the master.

Ping walked in with a smile, and closed the door for the old man, and looked around. There were quite a lot of items in this coffin shop, and he didn't look at the old man, his eyes were still wandering around. , asked gently, "Are you the boss here?"

"Who are you?" The old man looked angrily at the two arrogant uninvited guests, "I'll call someone if you act recklessly here."

He Zhou was originally standing behind Ping Wei with his back turned to him. He turned around when he heard it, and looked at the old man with emotionless eyes, "Answer his question."

"..." The old man was stunned for a while, his eyes turned away from him unconsciously, and he whispered, "I am...I am the boss."

He Zhou took out a small black card from his pocket and threw it over, "Can you find out the news on the black market?"

Inexplicably, something was thrown towards him, but the old man didn't catch it, he picked it up from the ground, and immediately froze in place as if frozen, he fixedly looked at the small card.

Seeing his reaction, Ping Wei raised the corners of his mouth slightly, it seems that he found the right one.

"Do you need a password?" He looked at the old man with interest.

"...You... Tell me about it?" The other party held the small card in fear, and looked at the two people opposite with a little more awe in their eyes.

"The ghost knocked on the door in the middle of the night?" Ping Wei still looked at him with a smile.

The old man's legs gave way, and he almost fell to the ground. He asked tremblingly, "What do you want to know?"

"In the past two weeks, have any gunpowder or military funds circulated on the black market?" Ping Wei asked.

"It doesn't seem to be there," the old man frowned, and replied. After a while, he went to the front checkout area and took out a booklet from a dark box, "I'll help you find it. By the way, I'll return this to you first. "

He couldn't wait to put the small black card in front, it seemed that there was a scalding temperature on it.

These people are still so interesting, Ping looked at He Zhou with a smile, but the other party didn't move, as if he didn't want to pick it up yet, so he went to take the sign back by himself.

After a while, the old man had finished flipping through half of the booklet, and said affirmatively, "You two, there really aren't any big items on the black market for sale recently."

"Aren't there any channels? Could it be that it's not about buying and selling, or simply shipping?"

"No."

Ping Wei thought for a while, and then asked, "Your Governor You Buqing, what kind of person is he?"

"He is from Pingzhou. He used to be an official there before he was transferred to Fengdu as the prefect. He has been here for four years."

"Who are in the family?"

"He's the only one. There was his mother and brother before, but his mother was too old and died, and his brother disappeared."

"Missing?"

"Yes, he seemed to have committed something before, but the government ruled him innocent, and he didn't know where he went after that, but he wasn't in Pingzhou anyway."

Ping Wei said "hmm", then turned to look at He Zhou, "Have we been to Pingzhou?"

"Yes," He Zhou said, "there was a woman who was beaten by her husband for a long time, but after reporting to the police, it still didn't help. Come here and ask us to help."

They said they were helping, but in reality Ping Wei and He Zhou took care of that person.

The words were very cryptic, but after all, the old man was a person who had been in the black market all year round. He understood immediately, and looked at Pingwei and the others with a little more panic in their eyes.

Damn, when will these two masters leave.

He raised his head cautiously, looked at the two opposite people with a humble posture, and asked, "Is there anything else you want to know?"

"Do you know what's in the four carriages sent to Wanbaotang? Are they really vegetables?" Ping Wei looked at him inquiringly.

The old man hesitated, "I'm not sure about this, but...you two can go and check if you have doubts about them. I can't find out the details of the boss of Wanbaotang."

Ping slightly raised his eyebrows, staring at the old man opposite, "You don't know who that boss is?"

"Yes, the other party is very mysterious, and he hasn't shown his face much throughout the year."

Then I have to check... Ping Wei looked at He Zhou, who nodded at him.

"Then let's stop here," Ping Wei said, "Do you need a reward?"

"No, no, no," the old man waved his hands again and again, walked quickly in front of the two, opened the door and bent down to invite them out, "You go slowly."

Ping smiled, why are you so scared?

When he and He Zhou walked out of the coffin shop, they happened to meet a passerby, who was a little surprised—the old man in the coffin shop had a notoriously bad attitude, and he was not doing business all day long. What happened today? I personally invited the two guests out, and the other party thought, what kind of distinguished guests are they?

He looked at Pingwei thoughtfully, and Pingwei smiled back, and left with He Zhou.