Jun Jiuling

With a bang, Miss Jun stepped on the ground.

The entrance of the cave is not too deep from the basement, only about the height of a person, and there is a flat stone slab under his feet.

"This way." Mrs. Fang was one step away, reaching out to push a carved and hollowed-out stone slab, and a faint light came out from behind it.

The stone slab was pushed away, and there were steps. Miss Jun held a torch and followed Old Madam Fang down.

After the steps, there is no blocking mechanism, it is directly the warehouse with shelves.

"What mechanism do you want? It's just a warehouse. It's not as mysterious as you imagine." Mrs. Fang smiled, standing in front of a wooden shelf, opened a drawer and took out a whisk in satisfaction, "This is the last time I came here. I put it in, and I still think about cleaning it when I come back next time.”

As she spoke, she waved it on the wooden frame, and the dust flew up, making her cough a few times.

Miss Jun was looking at the star-like night pearls inlaid on the surrounding walls, which were the source of the dim light. When she heard the cough, she turned to look at old lady fang.

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

Of course, Mrs. Fang knew it too, and put the whisk back.

"There's no need to clean it," she said, "No one despises dirty silver."

Miss Jun glanced inside, yes, even though it was dusty, the layers of silver ingots, bricks, and silver balls on the shelves made your heart beat faster.

However, she has no interest in silver.

"Over there." Mrs. Fang said, pointing to the southwest corner.

Miss Jun walked over without hesitation. The entire southwest corner was filled with silver ingots, and there was no difference between the layers.

Old lady Fang came over, reached out and picked up a silver ingot from the middle grid, and turned it over.

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

"De Shengchang." Miss Jun took it and read.

The silver ingots of each ticket office naturally have their own imprint, imprint, Miss Jun was slightly startled, the secret is on the imprint?

She reached out and picked up the silver ingots from the grid, one De Shengchang, two De Shengchang...

Old lady Fang didn't speak or move, but just watched quietly.

I don't know which number to turn to, Miss Jun's hand stopped, it was still a silver ingot, and there was still a seal at the bottom, but this seal was different from the previous De Shengchang inscription, and there were a lot more words.

"Inner transport depot." She read, "Dayan three years August fifty-two."

Official bank, to be precise, internal treasury silver, royal internal treasury, although internal treasury silver sounds like a big deal, but since it is a kind of official bank, it is normal to collect it in the ticket number.

Is it worth being so cautiously sneaky?

"So these things are actually not a secret at all." Mrs. Fang said.

And the real secret is the story behind the money, and the money alone can't explain anything.

Miss Jun also thought of this, and put the money back in disappointment.

"So apart from the imperial decree, the other thing is these official silver?" She asked.

Mrs. Fang said oh.

"There is another post." She said, "It's similar to the meaning of the imperial decree. You can ask the government to mobilize soldiers and horses, but that can only be used once."

Miss Jun remembered that it was the time when they ambushed the officers and soldiers who had ambushed them on the way back to Yangcheng from Runan.

She then rummaged on the shelf for a moment, and there were a lot of official silver in De Shengchang's silver ingots.

"Originally it was more than this." Mrs. Fang said, "I used a lot at the beginning, but when the business grows, I don't need it anymore."

That is to say, the official bank is turned into private bank, money begets money, and money is rolled into money. After so many years, the imperial decree for mobilizing soldiers and horses has been withdrawn. If the remaining official bank is withdrawn, the relationship between the Fang family and the royal family will be completely destroyed. After Mrs. Fang died, no one would know this secret anymore.

"Even though the silver is not considered evidence, I can't give it to them." Miss Jun put down the silver ingot in her hand and said firmly, "Anyway, you can't give the bad guys what they want."

Old Madam Fang laughed and put back the silver ingot in her hand.

"Okay." She said, "It's already like this, I'll just listen to you once, otherwise our fight for family property is too childish, it's more like a play, let's continue the fight."

Miss Jun nodded.

"Thank you grandma for believing in me," she said.

Old lady Fang smiled.

"Do you still want to see it?" she said, looking around the bank.

She didn't come to see money, Miss Jun shook her head.

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

Mrs. Fang turned around and walked out together with her, looking around with some attachment.

"The silver inside here is older than you." She said, "It belonged to your great-grandfather when I was young."

Miss Jun nodded.

Jun Zhenzhen's great-grandfather was about the same age as his grandfather at that time, and her father was still young at that time, and she hadn't been born yet.

"...I heard from your grandfather that it was difficult at that time, there were many wars, and the panic that the Jin people had just invaded and the emperor was looted had not yet dissipated. It was really frightening to transport so much money from Shandong to Shanxi..." Mr. Fang The wife went on to say that Miss Jun who was beside her suddenly stopped leaving, and the hand holding her arm seemed to be trembling slightly.

What's wrong?

Scared?

Old Madam Fang looked over in surprise, her eyes had adapted to the night pearl light in the room, and she watched the face of the woman beside her turn pale with a layer of pearl light.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Fang was startled and asked hastily, then took Miss Jun's hand back.

The tentacles were cold and trembling.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Fang asked anxiously, and looked around subconsciously.

Because the basement is underground and close to the underworld, there are often legends of ghosts and strange things happening among the folks. The child must have bumped into something, right?

Miss Jun looked at her, her lips trembling.

"Three years of Taiyan." She spat out four words.

Taiyan three years? Old Madam Fang was stunned for a moment, only to find the inscription on the silver ingot.

"At that time, it was the third year of Taiyan." Miss Jun looked at her and said in a trembling voice.

At that time? Old lady Fang was stunned again, what she just said...

"Oh no, it was the third year of Taiyan when your great-grandfather came from Shandong to Shanxi." She said hastily, and then patted Miss Jun on the back vigorously, "Did you hear what your father said? At that time The days are a bit difficult and chaotic, but it's all over, don't be afraid..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Miss Jun lifted her feet and walked out. Her steps were hurried and a little staggering, as if there were some hungry wolves and tigers here, determined to escape.

Shouldn't it be really evil?

Old Madam Fang hurriedly took out the whisk from the drawer of the shelf by the door, and knocked hard on the shelf.

"Stop scaring my children!" She raised her eyebrows and began to scold.

Miss Jun, who was rushing up the steps, paused. She knew this, and she had seen it with her master. When women in the countryside thought their children were offending, they would yell at them, which would scare away evil spirits.

Miss Jun looked at Old Madam Fang who was patted on her hips in the bank and yelled at him. She looked blank for a moment but said nothing in the end, turned her head and walked out quickly.

After all, old lady Fang was worried, so she dropped her whisk and followed her out. After she closed the basement door, she climbed up and found that Miss Jun was no longer outside.

Maybe he went back to his room first, but when Mrs. Fang asked, he learned that Miss Jun had left the house.

"Where are you going so late?" Mrs. Fang asked in surprise.

The butler shook his head. Miss Jun and the others didn't dare to stop, let alone ask.

What happened? Old Madam Fang frowned with a worried expression.

.........

 …

The door was knocked open with a bang, and Zhu Zan, who had just taken off his clothes and went to bed, jumped up in fright. Of course, it was not a life-and-death precaution, because no one else could break in through the defenses he had arranged so skillfully.

"I said what do you want..." He subconsciously wanted to wrap the quilt around his body, but it was still a step too late. Miss Jun had already rushed over and grabbed his arm.

"I know, I know what it is." She said hoarsely.

Her expression was pale, her voice was trembling, the cool wind of early autumn was blowing on her body, and the hot breath from her mouth and nose hit Zhu Zan who was sitting on the bed.

She had never seen her like this before, and it was somewhat similar to when King Huai was ill.

What happened? She will be so scared?

Zhu Zan took a deep breath and held her shoulder with his backhand.

"What?" he asked in a low voice.

Miss Jun looked at him.

"What those people want to take away is money," she said, "that money is official money."

Zhu Zan snorted.

"So what?" He just figured it out as soon as he thought about it, and said in a deep voice.

Miss Jun looked at him and shook her lips.

"Do you know Taiyan three years?" She finally said these words.

Zhu Zan didn't even bat an eye.

"Three years in Taiyan, after nearly ten years of fighting, the Jin people finally withdrew from the Central Plains and began to negotiate peace, willing to return Emperor Renxiao and other grand masters who were looted and imprisoned in the Jin Kingdom." He said, "But in the end the Jin people broke the contract, Emperor Renxiao was killed, and the peace talks broke down."

Miss Jun looked at him and lowered her head.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Zan asked again in a deep voice.

"The official bank in Fang's treasury is three years old from Taiyan." Miss Jun lowered her head and said in a hoarse voice, as if she didn't want to look at him.

Zhu Zan snorted, waiting for her to continue.

Miss Jun seemed to be having trouble opening her mouth, and lowered her head even lower.

"In the three years of Taiyan, only one batch of official bank was produced in the internal shipping warehouse." She said in a hoarse voice, and she couldn't continue talking here.

Zhu Zan was startled for a moment, but soon became alert.

"No, it's just..." he blurted out.

Miss Jun buried her head almost to her chest, but then covered her face with her hands.

Zhu Zan's expression changed from red to white, and he sat on the bed for a long time and uttered a word into the air.

"Grass."