Chen Chou was confused, an old boatman came on the shore and asked him: "Why is this young man asleep on the old man's boat? But do you want to take a boat?"

Chen Chou asked the old shipman: "Can this ship be lost recently?"

The old boatman said: "The old man ferries here every day, in a remote countryside, and he can't take a job for a few days or a broken sampan. What's the point of stealing? I thought I didn't live today, so I went home for lunch. Who would have thought there would be a guest?"

Chen Chou couldn't help but feel even more confused. He quickly took out money to ask the old boatman to set up the boat downstream and looked at the surrounding mountain walls. There were several places where he bumped into the boat, but they were a little different, and he became even more panicked. In the evening, he had nothing to gain, so he had to go back and take the boat to the county town upstream.

After he arrived at the county town, he temporarily found an inn to rest. Then he remembered to ask the inn people about which year and month it was today. He found that he was half a month after he fell into the mountains and found the small pier.

While sleeping in a wide-clothed dress, a gauze fell out of the mezzanine of the clothes.

"This is Li Wan's sash, I saw her take it." Chen Chou's eyes were faint, "It's not a dream to look at it like this."

Zhang Ping said: "When you are in the village, you see those trees, especially the apricot trees, are they old or new trees?"

Chen Chou said: "There are new and old. I don't care much about flowers and trees. Unless I can see the new trees that have just grown, I can't tell the age of those old ones."

Zhang Ping asked again: "Is there anything special about the food in the village?"

Chen Chou said: "Nothing special. Ordinary food may be a little lighter. Anyway, my taste is not heavy, so I can eat it."

He also added that the women all farmed their own land, raised pigs, cattle, sheep, chicken and other livestock, raised silkworms and spinning and weaving cloth, and even had iron shops and brick kilns in the village, which were completely self-sufficient.

Chen Chong paused and said, "Brother Zhang, there is another thing I want to tell you. There is also a temple in that village, but it is not the land, but the famous woman. She looks and looks a little similar to Li Long... The base under the statue of the god is the same pattern as what we saw in Gujiazhuang."

Zhang Ping was silent for a while and nodded.

The next morning, Zhang Ping went to the file library of the county government, first looked through the map, found the location of Fulin County, and then began to search for the old file.

The village Chen Chou met must have something to do with Gujiazhuang. Zhang Ping did not believe in ghosts and gods, and the group of women lived in the deep mountains, which must have been another reason.

According to Chen Chou's description yesterday, he spread out the map, and pointed it a little at the location where the valley might be, and then circled it in Yiping County, Mutian County.

Fulin County is southwest, close to Shu County, and far from Yiping County.

He searched the file and did not find any intersection between Yiping County and Fulin County. There was neither record of population migration, nor any incidents that could be linked together.

He opened the previous local chronicle and turned to a page of an entry. After reading it for a long time, he put in a note.

He wrote two more letters and handed them to the yamen's messenger, saying that it was a private message, but asked the messenger to deliver it to the capital as soon as possible.

When the letter man looked at the cover, he said that one was given to Tao Zhoufeng, the Minister of Justice, and the other was given to Lan Jue, the Minister of Rites. He immediately climbed onto the horse and left the county government.

Zhang Ping immediately left the county government office. He walked around the street, entered several shops, and asked indirectly if there were any goods transported from Fulin County, and there were none of them.

As the setting sun sets, Zhang Ping carried a bunch of things he bought from the store in his hand and walked towards the county government. On the corner of the street in front, two familiar figures flashed.

Zhang Ping was slightly stunned. The two men entered the teahouse on the street, and Zhang Ping followed in. The shopkeeper recognized him and hurriedly came out to greet him. Zhang Ping glanced at the lobby, followed the shopkeeper to the upper floor, and asked for a cup of tea.

This cup of tea is not cheap. Zhang Ping bought a lot of things and drank expensive tea, which made him feel very heartbroken.

But he was more surprised. He just saw the two people sitting by the window in the lobby. He was indeed right. One of them was Deng Xu and the other was Liu Tongyi.

Both of them were wearing casual clothes, why were they here?

After Zhang Ping finished tea and went downstairs, Deng Xu and Liu Tongyi were still in the lobby. He just pretended that he had seen nothing. He left the teahouse and just walked to the corner of the street, a black man came towards him. When he hit him, Zhang Ping's hand fell all over the floor.

The black man apologized, bent down with Zhang Ping to pick up things, and suddenly whispered: "Don't tell anyone you saw just now."

Zhang Ping said briefly: "I know." He carried the thing back to the county government office.

Lan Jue has been busy all the time, and finally got sick, got cold and got a little hot, so he had to take leave and recuperate in the mansion.

He hadn't been so sick for a long time. Even so, there were still urgent documents sent from the Ministry of Rites to his house, asking him to immediately approve it.

In the morning, as soon as Lan Jue had taken medicine, the Ministry of Rites sent a stack of official documents. When the minor official left with the approved documents, Lan Jue couldn't help but feel dizzy and his temples were sore. So before it was time to eat, he lay down on the bed and slept for a while.

He had a dream.

In the cold winter, the snow was falling. He stood outside the land temple, guarding the calligraphy and painting stall. In the morning, he only drank half a bowl of porridge. The cold and dampness penetrated his body and robe, cut his skin, and pierced his bones, which could not be resisted. He only hoped that the frozen wood would be frozen sooner, without any sense.

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, although it was snowing and there were still many people coming and going outside the land temple, but no one cared about it.

The Chinese New Year is coming, and everyone wants to buy some festive paintings and stickers with letters. No one wants these miscellaneous things he wrote.

A paper umbrella stopped in front of his stall. The person under the umbrella raised his hand and touched the letters on his stall, his simple sleeves, and his fair and slender hands. He said coldly: "I don't write wedding couplets, nor do I draw New Year's pictures."

The man under the umbrella raised his head, moved his umbrella away, and smiled at him: "Brother's handwriting is so beautiful, is this poem written by you? I'm absolutely admirable, absolutely admirable!"

He still said coldly: "There is nothing to praise for something that cannot be sold. I have no business today. If you want to buy it, I will give you a cheaper one, and it costs ten cents per piece."

The man shook his head: "The word "a thousand gold" has suffered this luck at this time. What a pity." Then he looked at him, his eyes as bright as black crystal stones. "You must be in high school next year's spring exam. At that time, these calligraphy and paintings are rare even if they are worth a thousand gold."

He sneered coldly, and smiled in his eyes: "Don't you believe it, I can look at the picture. Among the three top players, you are in your position."

A mute cry, Lan Jue woke up from his dream. It turned out that the window had forgotten to close. The cool breeze came in from the half-open window. An old turtle that flew from somewhere was screaming outside the window. He screamed a few times, flapping his wings and flew away.

Lan Jue got up in a dress, and Xiao Shutong hurried in with a letter: "Master, I just delivered it, and said it was an urgent letter. The young man remembered that the master had ordered that you submit all the letters from this person to you, and the young man would bring them."

Lan Jue took the letter and opened it, Zhang Ping's rigid words jumped into his eyes. Lan Jue swept a few dull greetings and saw a few lines of words-

"The student took the liberty and asked for advice. Wan Wang replied. Do you still remember that during the examination in the past, there was a test student in Yiping County, Mutian County, and his hometown was named Gu Qingzhang?"

Lan Jue was shocked.

Gu Qingzhang, Gu Qingzhang.

I just had that dream and actually received this letter.

He held the letter, stood for a long time, walked to the table, spread paper and picked up the pen.

"...I don't know why you asked, Gu Qingzhang did have the same subject as me, but he only met occasionally and had no close friends..."

A drop of ink dripped from the tip of the pen on the paper. Lan Jue blackened the lines, threw the paper ball into the trash basket, and picked up the pen and rewritten it again.
Chapter completed!