Zhang San came in with a copper pot and added hot water, poured two cups of tea, forced Jin Liqun to hold it up and pressed it on the seat, and then stood silently behind Qian Yuan.

In essence, Qian Yuan is a suspicious person. He rarely trusts others completely, but he chose to trust Zhang San.

Not only Qian Yuan saved Zhang San's father's life, but Qian Yuan also had to trust the other party because he had no other available candidates under his command. Li Si was originally just a book boy, and was a good teacher for serving Shumo, and other aspects were useless.

Qian Yuan ignored Zhang San who refused to go out and looked at Jin Liqun who was huddled into a bunch of gold, "Actually, I know that this matter has little to do with Brother Jin Shi, and it has nothing to do with Uncle Jin. The key lies in Zhang Siwei."

"The reason is very simple. The Jin family has been engaged in maritime trade for nearly twenty years and has never heard of it having anything to do with Japanese pirates. Zhang Siwei has something to do with Japanese pirates. If I remember correctly, Wang Zhi swallowed Chen Sipan, the largest maritime merchant in Fujian three years ago, and Zhang Siwei made great efforts."

"Uncle Jin reported his death in the snow a year ago. After I arrived in Hangzhou, I tried my best to support it. I saw all these in my eyes and remembered them in my heart."

Jin Liqun's eyes were spinning for a long time before he whispered for a while, "I...I really don't know..."

Qian Yuan sighed, "This is the case, I'll ask, you answer."

"First, is Zhang Siwei the mastermind?"

"Second, where did my father and brother die?"

"Third, how do you know there is a secret recipe?"

The clever order of questioning pierced Jin Liqun's originally unsolid psychological defense like a sharp knife. He blurted out his condition, "Zhang Siwei is the mastermind!"

"I believe." Qian Yuan nodded, "Where is death? As a son, you can't let my father return home."

"No...I don't know. It is said that they met Japanese pirates on the sea." Jin Liqun whispered: "They had no plans to come to Ligang. Later, they said they came here to find some overseas strange flowers and fruits. Later... on their way out of Hong Kong and back to Ningbo... it should be... no, it was arranged by Zhang Siwei."

Qian Yuan took a deep breath and asked his brother Qian Ze to collect some so-called "experienced flowers and fruits" because he knew that plants such as cotton, peppers, and tomatoes were originally introduced to China for ornamental purposes, and these maritime merchants were the most likely source channels.

"How do you know the secret recipe?" Qian Yuan clenched his fists.

Jin Liqun suddenly became nervous, and his cheeks bulged, "Yes... it was discovered by Zhang Siwei."

Zhang San glanced over and said, "Young Master, he is lying."

"No, I didn't lie. It was Zhang Siwei who discovered that Uncle Qian was buying brown sugar..." Jin Liqun shouted nervously, accompanied by fierce gestures.

"Okay, this is a trivial matter." Qian Yuan waved his hand and his eyes fell on Jin Liqun's head and neck, "Hey, Brother Jin Shi, what you are hanging is... Guanyin statue, right?"

Jin Liqun, dressed in clothes, first covered his chest, but immediately took out the Guanyin statue and pulled the rope and handed it over.

"Men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha." Qian Yuan smiled, took it and took a look carefully. It was such a good thing. The statue of Guanyin carved with mutton fat jade is exquisitely carved and lifelike.

After pondering for a while, Qian Yuan got up and went out, playing with the Guanyin statue in his hand, and Zhang San behind him was like a shadow.

Qian Yuan looked back and Jin Liqun looked at him with a gaze, hoping that the other party would accept the gift and let him go.

"Young master, do you want me to use some tricks?" Zhang San was eager to try, "I learned a little in the business practice before."

"You are quite a bit of a mess, why? You want to be a prisoner." Qian Yuan curled his lips, "Young Master, I am a scholar, do you understand?"

Zhang San touched his head, "I really let him go? That kid must have not told the truth, at least he didn't finish it."

"Young Master, I am a scholar. A gentleman is far away from the kitchen. Do you understand?"

"Young Master, you often cook..."

"Oh, you've learned to argue!" Qian Yuanxu kicked over, "The meaning of this sentence is that a gentleman must abide by benevolence and righteousness and cannot bear to kill."

"I can't bear to kill? Then how can I let him go?"

"I am a scholar, a gentleman." Qian Yuan's mouth twitched, "But are you Zhang San a scholar?"

"No..." Zhang San turned around and looked at the dim room, "Don't you need to write a confession?"

"Well, let him write carefully, it doesn't matter if it is true or false." Qian Yuan said casually: "This is just interest. I will go back to Hangzhou tomorrow, and the big head will be behind."

"Good." Zhang San rolled up his sleeves and smiled: "It's better to follow the young master. This is also a way to eliminate harm for the people, right?"

"Of course... it's just like Wu Song's fight against the tiger...well, it's the same as Lu Zhishen's three punches kill Zhen Guanxi." Qian Yuan gave him a high hat. These guys from the martial arts industry admired the heroes of Liangshan the most. In fact, Zhang San learned the calligraphy with "The Water Margin of Loyalty".

Seeing Zhang San entering the house with a rope, Qian Yuan followed the principle of being away from the kitchen and turned his head and refused to look, thinking about the next plan in his mind.

First of all, it is certain that he did not find the wrong target. The murderer was indeed the Jin family and Zhang Siwei. Although Qian Yuan has always believed in his judgment, the habits he brought in his previous life always made him feel a little uneasy.

Alas, now it is more about people’s knowledge, and later generations are more about the rule of law.

Secondly, it is certain that Jin Liqun must know the inside story. What he said just now is not true, and sending it down is just interest.

Qian Yuan rubbed the Guanyin statue in his hand and thought to himself that everything has cause and effect. If he hadn't made a large amount of foreign candy and asked his brother to collect strange flowers and fruits, then his father and brother would not have died tragically.

Speaking of which, my time travel is the cause, and my father and brother's tragic death is the result. I have to bear this debt and I cannot repay it. I have no choice but to pay it back.

It was already light, Qian Yuan frowned and turned his head to look at it. It was already dark inside the house. Zhang San clapped his hands and walked through the aisle and nodded to indicate that the processing had been completed.

Qian Yuan muttered to himself that this guy seemed to have done such a thing once or twice. If he hadn't saved his parents' lives, he wouldn't have dared to keep him by his side.

However, in the feudal era, the word filial piety was basically linked to character, which was also Qian Yuan's source of confidence.

Back at the temporary residence, Qian Yuan took out a letter that had been written long ago from his arms, "Immediately send someone to Hangzhou, walk from the land, and bring 500 taels of silver from the shop, and send it to Master Xing of the Governor's yamen together."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away." Zhang San nodded and responded, and suddenly shouted in a low voice: "What are you looking at by someone surnamed Yang??"

Yang Wen, who walked out of the doorman, rolled his eyes and looked at Qian Yuan with his hands crossed his chest, "Are you going to go back to Hangzhou?"

"Yeah, you follow me too." Qian Yuan said as he walked: "Don't forget that you have signed the contract for sale."

Yang Wen snorted, turned his head to look at Zhang San, "Look at the legs of you guys, can anyone ride a horse?"

People from the north are good at horses, while people from the south are good at boats. There are not many people from Zhang San who can ride horses. At best, they can't fall down. In Yang Wen's words, they are not the ones who dare to say that they can ride horses?

Qian Yuan stopped, "You can?"

"certainly!"

"Okay, go." Qian Yuan patted Yang Wen on the shoulder, "If you want to run, send the letter to you and run."

Yang Wen unconsciously lowered his body and avoided Qian Yuan's hand with his shoulders, "Who wants to run away..."

Qian Yuan pressed down his hand and said in a deep voice: "Your brother killed the Japanese, I don't believe you are a Japanese pirate..."
Chapter completed!