The antique shop of the rich fake master

The little beggar stared at the bun in Qu Qiuli's hand and swallowed.

These are meat buns. The last time I ate meat buns was from Aunt Fairy.

"Let's eat." Qu Qiuli handed over the meat bun, "Brother, can you do me a favor?"

The little beggar was holding the meat bun and gobbling it up, but he knew there was no such thing as a free lunch, so he still had the bun in his mouth and asked vaguely, "What can I do for you?"

"It's like this." Qu Qiuli didn't have any burdens, so he pulled him and sat on the small steps next to him, "My brother lost with his parents since he was a child, and after many inquiries, he found out that his parents might be near this county town. Can little brother help elder brother find his parents?"

The little beggar patted his chest, "No problem, big brother, tell me, what do your parents look like?"

Qu Qiuli didn't know what to say. The painting he gave the coachman should not be accurate, and he only painted one, and he didn't dare to draw any more. It's troublesome.

"How about it." Qu Qiuli said after careful consideration: "You help my brother spread a riddle, and if you can answer it, it must have something to do with my brother."

"What puzzle?" The little beggar finished one bun in a few bites, and stuffed the other into his clothes.

The little expressions are serious and serious, and they are all moral.

After eating other people's meat buns, it is right to do something for them.

"Odd changes and even remains the same, just these few words." Qu Qiuli said, "You just need to spread this riddle to the county, and the more people know it, the better."

The little beggar repeated this so-called riddle thoughtfully, "Odds change to evens, odds change to evens, odds change to evens..."

"Okay, brother, I remember."

Qu Qiuli smiled, but didn't expect too much. He told the little beggar his current address, and told him to notify him if he had any news, and then took out another silver coin, "Take it and eat something delicious of."

The little beggar looked at this piece of silver and didn't dare to touch it at all. It was too much money. He had never touched so much money before. "Brother, let me take you to our boss, he is amazing."

The little beggar didn't care whether Qu Qiuli was willing or not, he dragged him away.

While walking, he kept talking about his elder brother, "My elder brother has been begging for a living in the county town since he was five or six years old. He raised us a dozen or so children by himself. There is nothing he doesn't know about the county town..."

This sounds like a beggar leader, and he should be a kind young man who can raise several children by begging.

The little beggar dragged Qu Qiuli from the east to the west of the city, and led him into an old dilapidated temple.

"Boss, I'm back." The little beggar shouted loudly, "I also brought back a meat bun."

As soon as the words fell, seven or eight little radish heads ran out of the ruined temple. There were men and women, and they were all skinny.

A meat bun, the size of an adult radish head, a few small radish heads each took a bite, and it was gone.

Seeing that Qu Qiuli didn't like it, he forced the silver dime that he hadn't given out just now into the little beggar's arms, "Go and buy a few more buns, so that the children can have a full meal."

At this time, another person walked out of the ruined temple.

It seems that he is only in his twenties, and he looks like a fool, but his eyes and eyebrows are full of righteousness.

The little beggar looked at the silver coin in his hand, and then at his boss.

The boss usually does coolies, and the money he earns is bought for them to eat, but coolie work is not every day, and the boss also helps people run errands. If it is not possible, he can only go to the street to beg.

But even so, they are often hungry and full, and occasionally they are regarded as too dirty and beaten.

Boss really worked too hard. No matter how you look at it, this piece of silver is worth two taels, enough to feed them for two months.

The head beggar nodded, stepped out and touched the little beggar's head, "Go buy something to eat."

The little beggar obediently took the money and went out, while the other little carrots squatted at the gate, looking outside.

"What's the purpose of this young man here?" The beggar leader sized up Qu Qiuli, seeing that he was well-dressed, and he didn't look like a bad guy, "My name is Su San'er, and the little beggars here call me Sange .”

Qu Qiuli didn't care whether the head of the beggar was younger than him or not, so he called out "brother three" in a very polite manner, and then repeated what he said to the little beggar

Su San'er nodded after listening, and then asked: "What is the relationship between you and the old coachman with the portrait in the county today?"

After hearing this, Qu Qiuli had no choice but to re-examine the beggar leader. The coachman ran around the city with the portrait, and it has only been a day since he arrived here yesterday.

The head of the beggar is indeed well-informed.

Qu Qiuli didn't hide it either, "That's the person I hired. I'm alone, and I don't know the place well. Finding someone is harder than going to heaven, so I can only think of these stupid ways."

"Then why don't you go to the government office to look for it?" Su San'er looked at him and said, "Master Qi is wise, all residents inside and outside the city are registered, even us little beggars are all named."

This means that as long as he is in Lord Qi's jurisdiction, he can definitely be found.

Of course Qu Qiuli knew this, but they always used aliases when they traveled through time. He didn't know the aliases except that he knew his father's name was Mr. Feiran when he was young.

He panicked again, "To tell you the truth, my father had a conflict with my grandfather, so he probably changed his name and hid secretly."

Oh, this is a runaway father.

Su San'er understood, "Okay, tell me your puzzle again, and I'm sure the whole county will know it tomorrow."

Qu Qiuli was overjoyed, and said again that odd changes and even changes.

"Your puzzle..." Su San'er was puzzled, "Anyway, I haven't read a book, and I can't read, so I can't see anything."

Qu Qiuli smiled and said to himself, of course you can't see it.

This time he touched a piece of gold leaf again, "Third brother, I won't say anything else. I don't know whether my parents are in this county, but please help me."

"The silver dime just now is enough." Su San'er pushed the gold leaf back.

He knew what this piece of gold leaf meant, that this piece of gold leaf could keep the little beggars in their house warm in winter.

However, he always remembered what that person told him: To be a beggar is to have a backbone.

Relying on one's own labor for money, this is the right way.

Qu Qiuli probably understands Su San'er's brain circuit, and he admires it in his heart.

Seeing that the little boys here are all in rags, they don't accept money, but he will buy some clothes and quilts tomorrow, so he shouldn't be able to refuse.

After explaining clearly in the ruined temple, Qu Qiuli instinctively left, still wandering around the county.

In the middle of the afternoon, he was sitting in the teahouse to take a rest, and there were already discussions at the two tables next door.

It is not a big problem that odd changes and even remains unchanged. Since the world consciousness can let him spread, it will repair itself and will not let this sentence leave traces in history.

Qu Qiuli was very satisfied, but he couldn't tell that these little beggars were quite fast in action.

The next day, Qu Qiuli went to a tailor's shop. He didn't buy any high-grade silk and satin. He bought cotton cloth for the body and linen cloth for the outside. He bought more than 30 sets.

From five or six-year-old dolls to twenty-something clothes, the sizes are basically complete.

Thinking that it will be autumn soon, Qu Qiuli bought another dozen quilts.

"My lord, you bought so much, do you need us to deliver it to you?" The shopkeeper saw that he didn't bring any servants, and these clothes and quilts were not expensive, but there were so many of them.

He saw that this young man had an extraordinary bearing, and wanted to make friends with him.

"Send it to the ruined temple in the west of the city." Qu Qiuli paid the money and thought for a while, "Send someone to send it there with me."

The shopkeeper was in awe, the ruined temple in the west of the city, everyone in Chenjiang County knew that it was a den of beggars.

He immediately found two shop waiters, "Go, send quilts with this young man."

A group of people carried clothes and quilts and walked through the market in a mighty way. Qu Qiuli bought a few sacks of rice noodles, and the team was even more spectacular.

When Qu Qiuli arrived at the gate of the ruined temple, there were sounds of children laughing and playing in the ruined temple, and there was also the faint voice of a woman talking.

"Is Third Brother Su there?" Qu Qiuli didn't enter the door hastily, but knocked on the door very politely first.

Su San'er was busy in the temple when she heard Qu Qiuli's voice, "The door is open, come in."

Qu Qiuli was afraid that Su San'er would not accept him, so he greeted several young people who helped him deliver the things, "Go in later, put the things down and leave, do you understand?"

Several people can do anything.

After entering the door, the delivery man was busy going in and out, and a group of little radish heads just stared at it, not knowing what to say or what to do.

New clothes, new shoes, and a lot of food.

Qu Qiuli went up to say hello to Su San'er, "I don't have much, you won't take my money, you have to let the children have enough food and clothing."

Su San'er stared at Qu Qiuli for three seconds, and said thank you solemnly.

"Who is this little friend?" At this moment a woman came over, staring at Qu Qiuli for a moment.

Su San'er introduced the two to each other.

The woman's surname is An, and her husband's family name is Su. Her husband once saved Su San'er's life. Later, Mrs. Su would occasionally send some food to the temple to help these little carrot heads.

"Mrs. Su." Qu Qiuli greeted with a polite smile.

This Mrs. Su seemed to be in her thirties, she was kind-hearted and kind-hearted, and Qu Qiu couldn't help feeling a little fond of her in her heart.

But Mrs. Su's eyes kept wandering on Qu Qiuli's face, which made Qu Qiuli feel a little uncomfortable.

"Aunt An." Su San'er couldn't help reminding her.

It's really rude to stare at someone's face.

But then again, this Aunt An's husband is first-class in appearance, and this young man is also outstanding in appearance.

Mrs. An came back to her senses, and smiled apologetically at Qu Qiuli.

Qu Qiuli didn't pay much attention, and left after chatting with Su San'er for a while.

As soon as he returned to the inn, someone from Qi's mansion came to inform him that Qi Mingzhe had returned to the mansion and let him go.

Qu Qiuli immediately became nervous.

Qi Mingzhe is the only ancient person he knows so far who has contacted his parents. Maybe Qi Mingzhe also knows where his parents are now.

Packed up, brought the prayers that had been prepared a long time ago, and came to the door.

Qi Mingzhe is over 60 years old now, with gray temples, looking at the greeting card in his hand, he couldn't regain his senses for a long time.

This handwriting...

Why does Mr. Mo Xian's grandson have almost the same handwriting as Mr. Mo Xian?

He could only understand that this young man was taught by Mr. Mo Xian himself.

However, he still has doubts in his heart. Mr. Mo Xian was only about [-] years old at the time. When he left the imperial city, he didn't hear that Mr. Mo Xian was married. Why is his grandson so old?

He heard from the housekeeper that the child was recorded as 16 years old when he registered with the county government.

In fact, calculating the age, it is estimated that it is almost the same.

"Master." A servant came to report, "That Mr. Lin has arrived."

"Quick, invite him in quickly." Qi Mingzhe was excited, he had not heard from Mr. Mo Xian for many years.

He thought... Hey!

"Master Qi." Qu Qiuli entered the inner hall and saluted respectfully.

He looked up at Qi Mingzhe, and his heart was also full of acid.

As far as I can remember, Xuetian's painting exhibition that day, playing chess with Qi Mingzhe, chatting about the world, fighting paintings with the official's son, and the scenes of him playing the piano are all vivid in my mind.

Unexpectedly, for him, it was only a few months, but for Qi Mingzhe, it was already half a lifetime.

Qi Mingzhe stared at Qu Qiuli's face, "Son, come here and let the old man take a good look."

Qu Qiuli used concealer to cover the small mole on the tip of his nose, not afraid that Qi Mingzhe would notice it, so he immediately stepped forward.

"Grandpa asked me to bring you a message, asking how you have been all these years." Qu Qiuli squatted in front of Qi Mingzhe, "He said that he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't do anything about what happened back then."

"I understand, I understand." Qi Mingzhe burst into tears. He originally thought that this friendship was a unilateral obstacle to him, but unexpectedly, his old friend still remembered him.

"Son, get up." Qi Mingzhe pulled Qu Qiuli to sit beside him, "You and your grandfather's looks are almost carved out of the same mold."

Qu Qiuli was so embarrassed that his toes cramped, but he still didn't show it on the face, and picked out a few stories that he had made up in advance and told them to Qi Mingzhe.

Qi Mingzhe was serious and patient throughout the whole process. When he heard that Mr. Mo Xian lived in seclusion, he suddenly realized, no wonder there has been no news of Mr. Mo Xian for these years.

"I heard that you are here to find someone this time?" After listening to the story, of course we must get to the point.

"Yes, Mr. Qi." Qu Qiuli told his story again.

Qi Mingzhe has been an official all his life. Although he is only a county magistrate, he has judged countless cases.

He could tell that the young man was hiding something from him, and even lied, but this face couldn't deceive anyone.

To be able to look so much like Mr. Mo Xian, apart from blood, I don't think about anything else.

Just to help find someone, not a big deal.

What's more, the one he was looking for was the son of Mr. Mo Xian.

"Tell me first." Qi Mingzhe asked patiently, "What are the characteristics of your father? How old is he? Even if he changed his name and surname, there should be traces left."

Qu Qiuli told Qi Mingzhe one by one.

Qi Mingzhe was thoughtful. He was older than Mr. Mo Xian by how many years. Counting his age, Mr. Mo Xian is only in his early 60s now, but why is his son 50 years old?

Could it be... that Mr. Mo Xian got married and had children in his hometown before he entered the world?

However, giving birth to a child at the age of twelve or thirteen does not seem to make sense.

In some places, it is true that people get married early, but at the age of twelve or thirteen, they are still immature. How can they have children?

"Are you sure your father is past his destiny?" Qi Mingzhe expressed his doubts.

Qu Qiuli immediately came to his senses.

A few days ago, my mind was completely stuck.

He calculated that Mr. Mo Xian would be more than 60 years old this year. As the grandson of Mr. Mo Xian, he deliberately forgot his age, anyway, his face did not show his age in ancient times.

But I didn't expect to forget his father's age in the middle.

This is still not good at lying.

"Cough." Qu Qiuli had to use another lie to make up for the previous lie, "Actually, my grandfather is a few years older than you, but he just looks young, not showing his age."

Qi Mingzhe was dubious, "Then why did you find Chenjiang County?"

"Grandpa said that father loves the elegance of bamboo." Qu Qiuli could not directly say that he had seen Qi Mingzhe's paintings, so he could only continue to make excuses, "I heard that the area under your jurisdiction grows a lot of bamboo, so I came here .”

This lie is not convincing at all.

He saw that the young man was almost certain that his parents were in Chenjiang County, but how could he find them with bamboo alone?

The bamboo in Chenjiang County is indeed very famous, but there are countless bamboo forests in the whole country.

He sighed in his heart, unable to figure out the reason, so he stopped thinking, "But there are other clues?"

"Yes." Qu Qiuli told Qi Mingzhe the odd and even the same.

Qi Mingzhe laughed twice, "So you figured out this riddle in the county town."

As soon as he entered the city today, he heard someone discussing this mystery. He thought he was well-read, but he was still puzzled.

"Master Qi, don't worry, as long as my father hears this riddle, he will definitely be able to answer it." Qu Qiuli said firmly.

So, Qi Mingzhe didn't say anything anymore, he agreed to help him find someone, and then let him have dinner, and when he learned that he was still living in the inn, he invited him to live in the mansion.

Qu Qiuli made excuses and refused.

Live in the county government office, are you kidding me?Safety is safe enough, but it is not convenient for him to travel through.

"Master." Steward Qi had just sent Qu Qiuli away, "Isn't the person Mr. Lin is looking for matching his information?"

Qi Mingzhe nodded, "I've known that person for several years, but I've never heard that he has any children living outside."

Moreover, that person has a weird personality, he obviously has great wisdom, but he refuses to go out of the mountain, so he lives in the mountain with his wife, farming and walking birds.

"Then?" Steward Qi couldn't figure out what the master was thinking, "Can I inform you?"

Qi Mingzhe thought for a while, "His wife has been in the county for the past two days, and she reckoned that she went to the orphanage and the beggar's den to do charity. He asked me to send someone to take his wife back to the mountain. When the time comes, I will write him a letter. Ask."

Qu Qiuli went back to the inn, but for several days, he did not receive any news, not even Qi Mingzhe.

But he was sure that Qi Mingzhe must know something.

It's just that there are too many restrictions, and he doesn't dare to say it directly. After all, for Qi Mingzhe, he hasn't seen Mr. Mo Xian for more than 30 years, and he doesn't know how much of that little affection is left.

Furthermore, Qi Mingzhe has been a county magistrate all his life. In ancient times, no matter how upright an official you are, bureaucracy is inevitable.

If there is some fork, he can't go back and it's over.

Now I am looking forward to finding someone by relying on this puzzle that is played badly by modern people.

After thinking about it, Qu Qiuli didn't go back for a few days, so he fiddled with his pocket watch, went back to report to his grandfather, and then discussed the follow-up.

At the same time, at the gate of the ruined temple, Mrs. An took a letter and got into the carriage out of the city.

The carriage left the city, staggered up the mountain, and arrived at the destination in two hours.

There were crisp birdsongs in the bamboo forest courtyard, and soon, a tall man in Tsing Yi came out of the house.

"Ma'am, you are back." With a smile on his face, the man in Tsing Yi walked to the carriage, helped his beloved out of the carriage, and asked with concern, "Are you tired?"

Madam Su followed her husband's arm, gave a reproachful laugh, and then called to the coachman, "Come in and drink some water."

The coachman waved his hands again and again, "No, no, I have to go back and deal with my lord."

Madam Su didn't force her, she took out a few copper coins and said, "Buy some food on the way."

The coachman did not refuse this time, took the money, and drove away.

"Madam, come in quickly." The man in Tsing Yi took his wife's hand, "I made your favorite pastry, do you want to take a bath first? Or eat the pastry first?"

"How old are you?" Mrs. Su pretended to be embarrassed, "Why are you starting to be unreasonable again?"

"Where am I not serious?" The man looked aggrieved, "I just watched my wife rush home. It's really hard work. I can relax after taking a hot bath."

Mrs. An blushed, she didn't refuse after all, and took a two-hour bath in the double bathtub.

They are obviously an old couple. Although life is poorer and her only son is not around, she is still glad that she met this man back then.

If it weren't for him, now I...

After taking a bath and eating, Mrs. Su remembered, "By the way, Mr. Qi asked me to send you a letter back, and put it in the room, you go and have a look."

The man snorted, "Don't ask me for help again."

Mrs. Su smiled, she knew her husband's background well, but after so many years, she still knew it in her heart, his husband seemed unable to do many things.

"Let's go and have a look first." Mrs. Su said, "Help if you can, and forget it if you can't. Mr. Qi is a good official, and he has helped us a lot over the years."

"You read it to me." The man cleaned up the dishes on the table, "I'll wash the dishes, so don't tire you out."

Mrs. An did not refuse, took the letter, and followed her husband into the kitchen.

"This?" Mrs. An opened the letter and laughed, "Why is Master Qi still joining in the fun?"

"Oh? What's the excitement?" The man answered casually while washing the dishes.

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The author has something to say:

It's the end of the year and I'm a little busy.

The update may be a little later, but it will not be interrupted.

Thank you little ones for your understanding.

The author of 1.5 meters five jumps up like a meme.