Chapter 75: Secret whistle on the Beijing

Since the small temple came out, there have been three people following Fan Xian. I don’t know if it was a spy from the Jinyiwei or a staff member in the palace, but no matter which side of the person, Fan Xian would not allow anyone to follow him today.

After pulling out these three nails, Fan Xian confirmed that no one followed him, so he started the next move. After leaving the alley, he did not take a carriage, because any opportunity to contact people might leave clues that might have been found in the Northern Qi Dynasty. On the wet streets, there were more and more pedestrians. With the cover of the crowd, Fan Xian lowered his head and walked silently among the people of a foreign country.

According to the Anti-Stalking Code of the Supervision Bureau, he should look for a cloth shop or something at this time, and then go through the back door and undergo several twists before he can go to his destination. But Fan Xian did not take this method. First, he was confident that no one followed him, and second, he thought that too many twists and too many people he had contacted would be easily discovered. He just carefully sneaked into an official palace on the way, and didn't know what he had done.

It happened that it started to rain again in the sky in Shangjing at this time. The raindrops were silent but tangible, effectively covering up his whereabouts.

Near the Nancheng Jiaofang in Shangjing, there is a commoner settlement called Zhangjiadian. Here, there are mixed with dragons and snakes, and people are in chaos, but the public security has been pretty good over the years, and the living expenses are cheap, so it gradually became lively. The small vendors who don’t have much capital also began to pluck up their good fortune, save money, buy some stores on this street, and start business on the ground.

This place is not as good as Xiushui Street. It sells daily necessities, and the price is cheap, so the quality is naturally not very good. The third shop that I walked over to the east is such an ordinary place. This shop sells oil, and the oil is overseas palm oil transported from Dongyi City. Although it is cheap and has a good taste, it is not very good in color, especially in winter, there will always be a layer of white flocs, so wealthy families with a little money would rather use rapeseed oil produced in Qidong.

Fortunately, there are always most people who don’t have spare money, so this oil shop that doesn’t even have a signature can survive, but they don’t dare to hire more people. Apart from an old shopkeeper, he only hired a helper and a clerk.

There have been several rains this time. There are not many pedestrians in Zhangjia Store, and today they seem even more empty, but the transactions of the oil shop have nothing to do with the weather. Anyone who has no oil will come naturally, so the old shopkeeper of the oil shop is not in a hurry. Instead, he moved a bench and sat at the door of his house watching the rain outside the shop in a daze.

Maybe the shopkeeper is really old. The young guy in the store feels that the shopkeeper has been idle many times this year than before.

"Shopkeeper, I want to buy oil." A man stood at the door of the oil shop, blocking the dim skylight outside the shop. The old shopkeeper waved his hand and signaled him to go in by himself.

The man lifted his rain hat and showed an extremely plain face. He smiled, walked into the shop and said to the yawning guy, "Young man, I want to buy oil."

The guy smiled and said, "What oil do you want? In addition to palm oil, our store has also added a new batch of Qidonglai rapeseed oil." The guy was respectful, but he was muttering in his heart. Of course, the person who came to our store was buying oil. Don't you say nonsense?

The man said, "Give me half a pound of palm oil."

The guy replied crisply: "Okay." He put oil on the scales very carefully, and then found that the man's hands were actually open space. He couldn't help but touch his head: "What are you wearing, this guest?"

"Do you have a pot here?"

"Yes, the wooden pot costs three cents." The guy was very happy to do an extra business.

The man took the oil pot but didn't speak, as if he was still thinking about something.

The guy asked curiously: "What else do you want?"

“Is there any sesame oil?”

"Is there any sesame oil?" This sentence is very gentle and not loud. The old shopkeeper sitting outside the shop, who was standing on the bench, trembling slightly with his dry right hand.

The shopkeeper said angrily: "We don't have this good product in this store. Who can eat sesame oil in this whole Zhangjia store?" As he was speaking, the old shopkeeper walked back to the counter slowly, waved his hand to signal the shop to leave, looking at the customer with a smile on his face, and explained: "Sugar oil is too expensive. Except for the use when offering sacrifices to heaven, no one usually buys it. The day for offering sacrifices to heaven is still half a year, so the shop has not purchased it yet."

The man smiled and said, "In addition to offering sacrifices to heaven, it is also possible to offer sacrifices to people."

The old shopkeeper smiled more and more respectfully and said, "Then tell me the quantity, our store can order on behalf of customers."

The conversation reached a critical point, so the two of them spoke less, but the person must have a good memory, so he explained the following batch clearly and without any ambiguity: "I want to buy seven pounds, three ounces, nine ounces, four millimeters... palm oil."

The old shopkeeper made a plan and then looked at the trouble and said, "There are some problems with the price. This merchant, let's talk about it later when we enter the inner room."

“That’s good.”

The old shopkeeper asked the client to watch outside, and then led the guest into the back room. The client realized at this time that this person was not here to buy oil, but to sell oil. He couldn't help but stretch out his tongue, thinking that he had not offended the boss who was in the sesame oil business just now.

This sesame oil merchant was naturally disguised as Fan Xian. After he followed the old shopkeeper into the back room, he realized that this was completely different from the joint location he imagined. It was actually clear and bright.

There was no tea or cold noise. The old shopkeeper stared at Fan Xian's eyes, with a hint of caution in his old and muddy eyes, and said, "Customers are coming from the south?"

Fan Xian nodded.

The old shopkeeper made a gesture of invitation. Fan Xian sighed in his heart, thinking that Yan Bingyun's program was really complicated, so he had no choice but to report another number that he remembered.

It was not until this time that the old shopkeeper confirmed the other party's identity and relaxed. He trembled from his sleeves for a long time and put a poisonous knife on his hand. Fan Xian understood that if the person who came was a spy from Qi State, the old shopkeeper must cut him off as soon as possible.

This is also the reason why Yan Bingyun felt very humiliated after being captured alive.

The old shopkeeper looked at him and said, "What kind of duties are you in the Supervisory Office?"

Fan Xian shook his head and said, "I think the current situation is not allowed to be long-winded."

The old shopkeeper smiled bitterly: "It has been a year, and I haven't received the news from above for a whole year. After the leader's accident, the court has not sent anyone to take over. I thought the court was ready to let us enter the silence period."

The so-called silence period means that once a gap appears in the enemy's spy system, it will immediately stop operating to avoid being exposed. This period may only be one month, or it may be... ten years.

Fan Xian frowned. The capture of Yan Bingyun, the big leader, was originally the most unlikely thing in the spy war between the two countries, because Yan Bingyun himself did not need to carry and transport intelligence back to China, and personally inquire about these dangerous things. However, the eldest princess used this trick, but paralyzed the entire northern network of the Supervision Bureau.

Yan Bingyun has always been in the hands of the people of Northern Qi, so the court and the Supervisory Office naturally did not dare to take the risk of contacting these offline sources, which caused a gap in this year.

"I hope that after a year of pause, everyone's bodies will not rust."

"Please don't worry, sir." The old shopkeeper knew that since the person in front of him could come to take over Lord Yan's duties, he must be an amazing figure in the yard, and could sniff the bloody smell on the other party's body. The old shopkeeper replied with a special slight urge, "Please give orders."

"Three things are urgent and slow." Fan Xian looked at the old man in front of him, knowing that the other party and even the unknown number of secret spies in the courtyards under him must have had a very difficult time this year, like an orphan who was wandering outside and had nowhere to return home, so he deliberately softened his words: "The most urgent thing is to find out where Sean was locked up immediately. The second thing is to check the real reason why there was a rift between the Queen Mother and the Emperor."

This is something that Fan Xian has never understood. The young emperor seemed to be eating too much.

The old shopkeeper's expression remained unchanged. Although he knew that either of these two tasks would be extremely difficult, he just waited quietly for the adult in front of him to issue the third order.

"Search Sean's affairs quickly, and things in the palace can be slow." Fan Xian pondered: "As for the third order, I think you should be clear that the Neiku has been smuggling north over the years."

The old shopkeeper narrowed his eyes, and the first time there was a strange glory in his eyes: "That's a Xinyang problem. Sir, has the yard finally decided to take action?"

Fan Xian shook his head and said softly: "Check... I checked it out really well, but don't touch them even if a hair is worn, but you must control all the joints that can be controlled. In the future, if you want to do something in your hands, you must ensure that the things in your hands are enough to salvage the line completely."

"I understand." The old shopkeeper knew that this was a long-term task and could take it slowly.
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