"Come in!" Zhou Guiren was relieved, don't worry about how to answer Jia Chen.
A girl came in outside, saying that the queen asked Zhou Guiren to pass.
Jia Chen knew that this maid was here to help Zhou Guiren's siege, but now Zhou Guiren's identity is still the concubine, and he is just a courtier. He can't stop it. He had to watch Zhou Guiren escape.
It is useless to be in a hurry. Jia Chen intends to continue the investigation on the day of change.
The next day, Jia Chen led Qingwen and Xiang Ling out of Shenjing City and went to Longtan Town on the suburbs of Shenjing. However, he listened to the shopkeeper and said that he should not go to the nearby Xishan.
Jia Chen is an atheist, and he does not believe in this haunted rumor at all, but there may be other dangers hidden on the mountain. For the safety of Qingwen and Xiang Ling, they did not go to Xishan.
At the same time, in a valley in the half mountainside of Xishan, a hand workshop is working overtime overnight to produce snowflake paste. The surroundings of this hand workshop are covered with black rain cloth to prevent the candlelight from going out.
Then, then
From the outside of the hand workshop, slipped in a thief's head and the young man with a burden. Out of curiosity, he wanted to see what was producing in the middle of the night?
Tao Hongshan, the owner of the workshop, found him, picked up a handle, smashed at his head, wanted to drive him away, but accidentally hit his temples and killed him.
This scene happened to be seen by the worker Yang Xubao in the factory. Tao Hongshan promised to give him a lot of money, let him conceal the matter, and let Yang Xubao with himself, moved the corpse in a bush, and buried the pit and buried the pit.
Then, then
In the early morning of the next day, the villagers under the foot of Xishan Jiang Dawei led their daughter to the grave on her grandparents.
However, it was found that the cliff beside the grave was collapsed. In the chaos, there seemed to be an apple box -sized oil paper bag. Jiang Dawei was curious, moved away the chaotic stone piles, pulled out the oil paper bag, opened the corner, and went in it.
The heart is doubtful, there are beautiful small bottle inside, neatly together.
His daughter Jiang Wenjuan saw that she was well -informed and said that this would not be the legendary snowflake cream?
This stuff is very expensive.
When Jiang Dawei heard the heart, he wanted to have his own heart, and wanted to have it for himself.
However, Jiang Wenjuan has read a book and knows a little Zhou Ling's order. He knew that he had to pick up such high value, and he should give it to the government.
Different from the Ling Zhizhi of his parents, Jiang Wenjuan insisted on reporting to officials.
Jiang Dawei couldn't help her, so she had to pretend to bring this bag of snowproof cream back to the chaos.
However, taking advantage of Jiang Wenjuan to go home to find a paper and pen, prepare to write a child to report to the officer's emptiness, take off his clothes, wrap the oil paper bag, carry it on his shoulders, and take his wife back home.
It turned out that this was the rain in the early morning of last night. The mountain collapsed, and the warehouse of the half -mountain waist workshop collapsed, and the bags of the snow paste was rolled off the cliff.
Although Jiang Dawei covered the oil paper bag with clothes, because the clothes were thin in summer, they could not be completely covered. The villagers in the villagers had a lot of eyes, and Xu Qiang, a sharp -eyed villager, saw this scene.
When you come back to the grave, how do you get a big package on your shoulders? Do you have to wrap it in clothes, do you pick up what baby?
Xu Qiangli contacted a few relatives, carried iron crickets and hoe, and rushed to the foot of Xishan together.
People are more powerful, and they have really discovered a few bags of oil paper bag buried in the rotten stone.
Among them, there are many insights. It is seen that this is a snow paste, and Xu Qiang and relatives are excited.
After returning home, Jiang Dawei first asked his wife to drag Jiang Wenjuan. He hid this bag of snow paste in the yard in the yard, and moved the large jack of pickles to the well.
When the workshop owner Tao Hongshan came to the factory in the morning, he found that the warehouse was collapsed. He quickly took a few workers to find it under the mountain, but did not find the lost thirteen pack of snowflake cream.
Snow paste was invented by Jia Chen, and the secret recipe was kept secret. Tao Hongshan stole the production process of the Shenjing Snow Paste Workshop through his wife.
I dare not report to the official, I can only rely on my own secret investigation to find.
One day, Li Beixian, the owner of the workshop of the Shenjing Snow Paste, suddenly received a letter.
The letter was Mr. Liu, who hoped that Li Beixian would sell him cheaply to the new snow flower cream that had just been produced in the factory.
Hearing this, Li Beixian suddenly produced a unpleasant hunch. The new type of snow paste in his own workshop has only one sales channel, and the production technology is very complicated, which is absolutely secret.
Now the new type of snow paste suddenly appeared on the market made Li Beixian sweaty and sweat. After he perfoxted the other party at will, he hurriedly left.
Immediately afterwards, Li Beixian hurriedly sent a letter to the government and informed them.
Soon, the government set up a task force to investigate the case.
It turned out that the villagers were selling the snowproof cream they picked up as soon as possible, and they even publicly sold them in the nearby market.
Jia Chen knew this afterwards, and also participated in the investigation.
He watched a pure Shenjing accent, who couldn't guess his true identity.
After a few days of unannounced visits, Jia Chen learned from a local merchant's mouth that these bags of snow paste were picked up by several villagers from the foot of the mountain.
The government immediately dispatched, confiscated the snow paste in the hands of the villagers, and pursued those snowflake creams sold out. It was also promoted to the villagers. Whoever had snow paste in the hand must be passed on to the government.
However, the villager Xu Qiang was a policeman and did not sell his own bag. After he wanted to wait for the limelight, he sold it again.
He knew that Jiang Dawei in the same village had a pack, but in order to protect himself, he did not provide Jiang Dawei.
Through the survey of the villagers to pick up the scene of snow paste, the government quickly inferred that this was due to the landslide, which caused the snowflake paste on the mountain to fall.
Jia Chen and the government's palace touched the melon, and found the black hand workshop at the half mountainside of Xishan.
When he heard the news, Jia Chen was on his eyes, and immediately asked the villagers what the name of the hand workshop was.
But the villagers are not very clear.
When Jia Chen remembered that when he took his wife and children to a vacation near Xishan, he heard the shopkeeper and said that he was haunted on Xishan.
It seems that the so -called ghost is actually this group of illegal people.
Kung Fu is worthy of care. After some search and investigation, Jia Chen and the government finally found a secret workshop for the production of a secret production of snow paste on the Xishan Mountain in Jurongbaohua Town.
This hand workshop is a black factory, hidden in the heights of the half mountain, and can view the situation of the foreign situation in time.
There was nothing to do, but it was strange that the iron door of this hand workshop has always been closed tightly, and there are several dogs inside.
Very weird, at first glance, it is not a regular hand workshop.