MTL - Jun Jiuling-Chapter 705 Please come see me

With a bang, Miss Jun stepped on the ground.

The hole is not deep from the basement, and it is also high in one person. The foot is a flat slate.

"This side." Outside the step, Mrs. Fang is reaching out to push a piece of carved slate, and the faint light is revealed from behind.

The slate was pushed open, it was the step, and Miss Jun held the torch and followed the old lady.

After the steps, there is no more blocking mechanism, which is directly the warehouse where the shelves are placed.

"What kind of institution is a warehouse, not as mysterious as you think." Mrs. Fang smiled and stood in front of a wooden frame. She pulled out the drawer and was very satisfied with taking out a dust. "This is my last time. Put it in, but also think about cleaning it next time."

She said that she waved on the wooden frame and it was so dusty that she could not help but cough.

Miss Jun is looking at the night jewels that are inlaid like stars in the surrounding walls. The full light of the library is what they send out. I heard the cough and turned to look at the old lady.

"Grandma, you can't clean it alone," she said.

Of course, Mrs. Fang also knows that he will put the dust back.

“It’s not necessary to clean up,” she said. “No one dislikes silver.”

Miss Jun looked in the inside, yeah, even if it was dusty, these silver ingots and silver **** placed on the shelf were also heart-warming.

However, she is not interested in silver.

"On the other side," said Mrs. Fang, pointing her finger at the southwest corner.

Miss Jun did not hesitate to go over, the whole southwest corner is placed with silver ingots, and there is no difference in layers.

Mrs. Fang came over and reached for a silver ingot from the middle of the grid and turned it over.

A square stamp is printed on the base of the silver ingot.

"De Shengchang." Miss Jun took the sigh.

The silver ingot of each ticket number naturally has its own imprint, imprint, Miss Jun's look is a slight glimpse, the secret is on the imprint?

She reached out and picked up the silver ingot from the plaid, a Deshengchang, two Deshengchang...

Mrs. Fang did not speak or act again, just watching quietly.

I don't know if I turned over to the first few, Miss Jun's hand stopped, it is still a silver ingot, and there is still a seal at the bottom, but this seal is different from the previous Desheng Chang inscription, and there are many words.

"Internal carrier." She read, "Dayan three years and August 52."

Official silver, the exact description of the inner bank silver, the royal inner library, although the inner bank silver sounds great, but since it is a kind of official silver, the collection in the ticket number is also normal.

Is this also worthy of such a sneaky sneaky?

"So it is not a secret at all," said Mrs. Fang.

The real secret is the story behind these silvers. It is impossible to explain anything by silver alone.

Miss Jun also thought of this, and some disappointed to put the silver back.

"So in addition to the imperial edict, the other is these official silver?" she asked.

The old lady is screaming.

“There is still a post,” she said. “It’s about the same meaning as the imperial edict. You can ask the official to transfer the troops, but that can only be used once.”

Miss Jun remembered it, when she ambushed the officers and men who had ambushed them from the way back to Yangcheng.

She then flipped on the shelf for a moment, and these official silver clips were in the silver ingots of Deshengchang.

"There was more than this." Mrs. Fang said, "There was a lot of use at the beginning, and it will not be necessary until the business grows bigger."

That is to say, the official silver is used as private silver, the money is made, and the money is rolled. After so many years, the post of the terracotta warriors has been mobilized, the sacred auspiciousness has been recovered, and the remaining official silver is recovered. The relationship between Fangjia and the royal family is completely The elimination of the traces, the old lady died, this secret is no longer known.

"Even if these moneys are not evidence, they can't be given to them." Miss Jun put down the silver ingot in her hand and said with a firm expression, "In short, the bad guys can't give it."

The old lady laughed and put the silver ingot in her hand.

“Yes,” she said. “It’s already like this, I will listen to you once, or else we’re going to play too much, it’s more like a play, then it’s going to be a while.”

Miss Jun nodded.

“Thank you for your grandmother to believe me,” she said.

Mrs. Fang smiled.

“Do you want to watch it?” she said, looking around the bank.

She is not looking at the silver, Miss Jun shook her head.

"Let's go back," she said. "Consult what to do next."

Mrs. Fang and her turned around and walked out, and looked at them with some attachment.

"The silver inside is bigger than your age," she said. "It was when you were a grandfather. At that time, I was still young."

Miss Jun nodded.

Jun's great-grandfather was about the same age as his grandfather. At that time, his father was still young. She was still not born.

"...I heard from your grandfather, it was difficult at that time, the war was in turmoil, the fear of the golden man who had just invaded the emperor was not scattered, and it was really scary to transport so much money from Shandong to Shanxi..." The wife went on to say that Miss Jun, who was next to her, did not leave, and the hand holding her arm seemed to tremble slightly.

what happened?

Scared?

Mrs. Fang’s strange look at the past, the line of sight has adapted to the indoor night pearl, watching the woman around her face with a layer of pearly face became pale.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Fang was very scared and asked, and held the hand of Miss Jun backhand.

The tentacle is cold and trembling.

"What's wrong with this?" Mrs. Fang was anxious and looked around subconsciously.

Because the basement is underground, close to Huangquan, folks often have the legend of ghosts, this child should not hit anything?

Miss Jun looked at her and her lips trembled.

"Too Yan three years." She spit out four words.

Too three years? The old lady of the party squatted, and the inscription on the silver ingot.

"At that time, it was too hot for three years." Miss Jun looked at her trembling and said.

At that time? Fang Laotai once again squatted, only then she said...

"Oh, no, when your grandfather came from Shandong to Shanxi, it was just three years." She said busy, and shot the back of Miss Jun. "Are you listening to your father? At that time The days are a bit too bad, very messy, but they are all gone, don't be afraid..."

When she didn't finish her words, Miss Jun went up and walked away. Her footsteps were a little bit sloppy. It seems that there is something hungry and fierce tiger here, and I want to escape.

Wouldn't it really hurt?

The old lady stepped out of the dust from the shelf drawers at the door, and knocked on the shelf.

"Less scare my child!" She began to scream at her anger.

Miss Jun stepped on the steps and stopped. She knew this and followed the master. The woman in the country would scream when she thought that the child would attack the evil, which would scare away evil.

Miss Jun looked at the old lady who was smashing the shackles in the silver library, and she stayed for a moment but finally said nothing and turned around and went out.

In the end, Mrs. Fang did not feel relieved. She threw down the dust and followed her. When she closed the door of the basement, she climbed up and found that there was no trace of Miss Jun outside.

Maybe I went back to the room first, but when the old lady asked, I learned that Miss Jun was out of the house.

"Where is it going so late?" asked Mrs. Fang, surprised.

The big housekeeper shook his head, Miss Jun, they did not dare to stop and dare not ask.

What happened? Mrs. Fang’s frowning look worried.

.........

........

The slamming door was knocked open, and Zhu Xi, who had just taken off his clothes and went to bed, jumped up in shock. Of course, it was not a dangerous danger of life and death, because there would be no other people who could be skilled in this way.

"I said what you want to do..." He subconsciously wrapped the quilt on his body, but it was still a step later. Miss Jun had already rushed over and grabbed his arm.

"I know, I know what it is," she murmured.

Her expression was pale, her voice was trembling, her body was holding the cool breeze of the early autumn, her breath of mouth and nose was hot, and she was struck by Zhu Xi sitting on the bed.

She has never seen this before, and it was similar when she was sick.

What happened? Will she be scared like this?

Zhu Xi took a deep breath and held her shoulders backhand.

"What?" he asked quietly.

Miss Jun looked at him.

"Those who want to take away are silver," she said. "Those silver is official silver."

Zhu Xi snorted.

"How about?" He just figured it out, and said Shen Sheng.

Miss Jun looked at him and shook her lips.

"Do you know that it is too hot for three years?" She finally said these words.

Zhu Xi’s eyes are not awkward.

"Tai Yan three years, after nearly a decade of fighting, the Jin people finally withdraw from the Central Plains and began to negotiate, willing to return the Emperor Ren Xiao and other monarchs who were plundered and imprisoned in the Golden State." He said, "But eventually the Golden Man broke the contract, The emperor Renxiao was killed and the peace talks broke down."

Miss Jun looked at him and bowed her head.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Xi asked again.

"The official silver in the Fangjia Treasury is too hot for three years." Miss Jun did not seem to want to see him, said with a low head and a muffled voice.

Zhu Xi snorted and waited for her to continue.

Miss Jun seems to be difficult to talk about, lowering her head lower.

"Too Yan three years, inside the carrier, only created a batch of official silver." She said dumbly, said that I can no longer say here.

Zhu Xi’s slight glimpse is a cleverness.

"No, that is..." he shouted.

Miss Jun buried her head almost in the chest, but she still had enough to cover her face with both hands.

Zhu Xi looked like a burst of white, sitting on the bed for a long time and screaming a word in the air.

"grass."