Zhao Wenhe's attitude is just like that of Jiangxia Academy.
The long corridor where people used to laugh and play is now empty, and the classrooms beside the lakeside pavilion are filled with the sound of reading.
The atmosphere of studying together is so urgent that Chen Ping naturally does not dare to slack off at all.
When he was in Jianzhou and Qingzhou, he would read whenever he had free time. After all, he could not stop on the road to the imperial examination.
Half a month later, Cheng Cheng was lying in front of Chen Ping's window. The dark circles under his eyes were so thick they could be filled with ink.
"In the provincial examination in the twelfth lunar month, I think I won't be able to hold on to the twelfth lunar month."
Three years ago, Cheng Cheng and Xie Zhiyuan did not return from their study tour and did not participate in the provincial examination that year. This time, Dean Cheng issued a message that if he did not participate in the provincial examination again, he would personally clean up the family.
Therefore, Cheng Cheng, under the heavy pressure and strict control of Zhao Wenhe, immersed himself in reading and reviewing every day.
Chen Ping couldn't help laughing and handed him a cup of tea from the table, "Brother, wake up."
Cheng Cheng's eyes are a little complicated. This young junior's persistence and hard work in studying are really admirable.
"There are many student gatherings at Jiangxia Academy, and there are people who are offering you greeting cards. Aren't you going to accept them?" he asked after taking the tea.
Nowadays, there are indeed many people trying to get close to Chen Ping, either to make friends and prepare for a future, or to inquire about Zhao Wenhe's questions and seek the imperial examination.
Chen Ping, however, was as steady as Mount Tai. No matter how strong the wind and waves outside were, they could not move even a single cent of the pen and ink in his hands.
"Only those who prepare for the exam with concentration at this moment will be able to strive for the top. If not, the future can be seen with the naked eye, whether by making friends or by asking around."
It's not that Chen Ping doesn't like to make friends with others, it's just that at this critical moment, he really doesn't want to be associated with people who don't want to study but want to do evil things.
Cheng Cheng also meant the same thing and said with a smile: "So I rejected it for you and only brought you this."
After saying that, he took out a letter.
The handwriting on the envelope was elegant and neat. Chen Ping was slightly startled and smiled unconsciously.
"It's Yiyi."
"Wow, 'it's Yiyi'," Cheng Cheng sighed repeatedly, "Some people even talk about pure pen-friendship, but this tone doesn't sound like it. Did something happen to you in Qingzhou? Uh-huh, uh-huh, hurry up and tell the truth!" Chen Ping coughed awkwardly and said, "Senior brother, don't talk nonsense. You should seize the time to rest."
Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of the question, Cheng Cheng had no choice but to sigh, shake his head, and retreat wisely.
Chen Ping had written a letter at the beginning of the month to inform Su Yiyi of returning to Qianzhou, but he did not expect that she would reply so soon.
[I heard that my brother has returned to Qianzhou. I wonder how he is doing now? My sister has told my father about the events of Jianzhou and Qingzhou, but I will keep the secret of the organization behind it for the time being. Considering that it is very involved, I would like to ask my father for help once more detailed information is available.
Please help me, please don’t go into danger alone...】
Chen Ping curled his lips, thought for a moment and then replied immediately.
[Everything is fine with me, sister, please take care of yourself. Don’t worry about Jian and Qing. The imperial examination is coming soon. I study quietly in the academy every day. I am suffering and happy...]
This letter was delivered to the capital not long before the twelfth lunar month.
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Qingzhou, Haixing Prefecture, in a certain courtyard.
"Mr. Chen urgently writes." Someone from Jiulong Hall handed a letter to Luo Li.
"Thank you." Luo Li nodded.
According to the information provided by Guo Shan, Lao Kong should be in his forties or fifties, with a local accent, a medium build, slightly white hair, and no other characteristics.
Through recent secret investigations, it was found that a total of twelve people from the shopkeeper, waiter, and kitchen of Qinghong Restaurant fit these characteristics. The scope is indeed quite large, and Chen Ping has repeatedly explained that you should not act recklessly when the situation is unclear.
Luo Li had no choice but to write a letter using Guo Shan's jade ring finger to try to contact Lao Kong, but no one responded, and the number of people in the building did not decrease, which proved that Lao Kong was not alarmed, or that Lao Kong did not receive the letter. Zhao Jin had secretly sent Guo Shan back to the Qingzhou camp according to Chen Ping's plan before he left. Now the Qingzhou army is hunting down salt smugglers and pirates.
The investigation came to a standstill for a while, so seven days ago he discussed with Zhao Jin and reported all the current situation back to Chen Ping.
I received a reply from Chen Ping today.
[I am very relieved to hear that Brother Luo is well. The days ahead are long, so be careful and don’t be reckless.]
[The situation in Qingzhou is severe. Lao Kong must have sensed the danger and avoided the danger. The most urgent task is to force the people out before the incident in Guo Shan. I have a plan, and it will be best if it succeeds. If it does not succeed, I should retreat immediately.
Brother Luo, think carefully...】
After reading each word, Luo Li raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Good strategy."
The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant, and those who are interested in profit go beyond morality.
If you want to force a tiger out of the mountain, it is not enough to simply provoke the general, but you must also lure him to your advantage.
Luo Li said to the gang members of Jiulong Hall: "Please tell me something, just say that I understand, so that he doesn't have to worry."
The gang nodded after hearing the words, and then spoke again.
"The hall master has ordered that our manpower be lurking nearby and on standby. If Brother Luo is in need, let us know with the agreed code and we can take action at any time."
After listening to this, Luo Li pondered for a while, then looked at the letter in his hand and said.
"There happens to be something that I need you for."
Qingzhou Haixingfu Pier is full of people and boats.
These businessmen are like the wind, driven by profit and are everywhere. They can start shouting before they even get off the ship.
Several carriages carrying goods were parked on the pier, and the passing guests looked up.
The unloading workers were all big and thick, and they were sweating profusely while carrying the goods. They had no idea what kind of goods they were transporting.
"I'm afraid you can make a lot of money with these seven or eight trucks of big stuff, right?"
The people who were working were a little jealous and looked at the carriage with envy as it drove away.
The carriage passed through the long street with great fanfare, and finally stopped in front of the Qinghong Restaurant.
"Your rooms are all taken care of, and the yard at the back is also freed up."
The leader lavishly threw out a few banknotes, and the waiter hunched over and asked cautiously.
"Sir, it is the court's rule that all goods coming and going from merchants must be recorded, so I have to ask you to speak up."
The leader frowned and said impatiently: "Jianzhou Hai's Trading Company transports silk and satin."
The waiter smiled and nodded, without asking any more questions, and just led everyone upstairs.
The leader took a few steps, then thought of something again, stopped and said in a deep voice to the person next to him.
"Be alert at night and arrange for two more people to patrol and keep an eye on the goods."
"Yes, boss." The subordinate nodded.
And these words, neither light nor serious, just happened to fall into the ears of the clerk.
At night, at the second watch.
There are people watching the goods walking back and forth in the yard, with a majestic posture that makes it difficult to get close.
Several guys got together and talked about it, and they all felt that the behavior of these people was a bit strange.
"It's not uncommon to transport some silk. As for being so cautious, our entire Qinghong Restaurant is covered."
"I saw before that those car marks were very heavy, not like silk..."
"Okay. Don't ask around for things you shouldn't. Let's leave."
These words reminded several people, and they were all afraid of getting into trouble, so they quickly stopped talking and left quickly.
One of the waiters was walking slower, and suddenly he saw that the cargo bag on one of the carts was a little crooked.
Something white slipped out and scattered on the ground like water.
Salt?!
It’s so embarrassing that I didn’t even get a monthly pass.
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