Turning the tide in the Red Chamber

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in!" Guiren Zhou heaved a sigh of relief, and didn't have to worry about how to answer Jia Chen.

A maid came in outside and said that the queen invited Mrs. Zhou to come over.

Jia Chen knew that this maid was here to help nobleman Zhou, but now nobleman Zhou is still a concubine, and he is just a courtier, so he can't stop him, so he can only watch nobleman Zhou escape.

It's useless to rush this matter, Jia Chen plans to continue the investigation at another time.

The next day, Jia Chen led Qingwen and Xiangling out of Shenjing City, and went to Longtan Town on the outskirts of Shenjing for vacation, but the innkeeper told them not to go to the nearby Xishan, which is said to be haunted.

Jia Chen is an atheist and doesn't believe in such haunted rumors at all, but there may be other dangers lurking on the mountain. For the safety of Qingwen and Xiangling, they didn't go to Xishan.

At the same time, in a valley on the hillside of Xishan, there is a handicraft workshop that is working overtime overnight to produce cream. The surrounding area of ​​this handicraft workshop is covered with black rain cloth to prevent the candlelight from leaking out, making it appear mysterious. .

From outside the handicraft workshop, a thieves and a young man with a bag on his back slipped in. Out of curiosity, he wanted to see what was being produced in the handicraft workshop in the middle of the night.
The owner of the workshop Tao Hongshan found him, picked up a shovel, and hit him on the head, trying to drive him away, but accidentally hit his temple, killing him.

This scene happened to be seen by Yang Xubao, a laborer in the factory. Tao Hongshan promised him a large sum of money to hide the matter, and asked Yang Xubao to move the body to a bush behind the mountain with him, dig a hole and bury it. .

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Dawei, a villager at the foot of Xishan Mountain, and his wife took their daughter to visit the graves of her grandparents.

But they found that the cliff next to the tomb had collapsed, and among the rocks, there seemed to be an oiled paper bag the size of an apple box.Curious, Jiang Dawei removed the pile of rocks, pulled out the oiled paper bag, opened a corner, and looked inside, feeling suspicious. Inside were exquisite small bottles, neatly stacked together.

Daughter Jiang Wenjuan is well-informed and said that this could not be the legendary cream, right?
This stuff is expensive.

Jiang Dawei was elated when he heard it, and wanted to keep it for himself.

But Jiang Wenjuan has studied and knows a little about the laws of the Great Zhou, and knows that if she picks up such a high-value item, she should hand it over to the government.

Unlike her parents who were blinded by profit, Jiang Wenjuan insisted on reporting to the government.

Jiang Dawei couldn't resist her, so he had to pretend to stuff the pack of cream back into the rocks.

But taking advantage of Jiang Wenjuan's time to go home to find a pen and paper, and prepare to write a complaint to report to the official, she took off her clothes, wrapped the oil paper bag, carried it on her shoulder, and took her wife home.

It turned out that it was heavy rain in the early hours of last night, and the mountain collapsed, shaking the warehouse of the handicraft workshop halfway up the mountain, and a few packets of cream stored inside rolled down the cliff.

Although Jiang Dawei covered the oiled paper bag with his clothes, but because the clothes were thin in summer, he couldn't cover them completely, and there were many people in the village. Xu Qiang, a sharp-eyed villager, saw this scene and wondered when Jiang Dawei said hello in the morning. He said he was going to the foot of Xishan Mountain. When I went to the grave, why did I have a big bag on my shoulder when I came back?It still needs to be wrapped in clothes. Could it be that you picked up some treasures?
Xu Qiang immediately contacted several relatives, and rushed to the foot of Xishan Mountain together, carrying a shovel and a hoe.

There are many people and strength, and they really found a few oil-paper bags buried in the rocks.

Among them, some well-informed people saw that it was cream, and Xu Qiang and his relatives were very excited.

After Jiang Dawei returned home, he first asked his wife to hold Jiang Wenjuan, hid the pack of cream in the dry well in the yard, and moved the big vat of pickles to the well mouth to cover it.

When Tao Hongshan, the owner of the workshop, came to inspect the factory in the morning, he found that the warehouse had collapsed. He hurriedly took a few workers to the mountain to look for it, but they couldn't find the missing thirteen packs of cream.

The cream was invented by Jia Chen, and the secret recipe is kept secret. Tao Hongshan stole the craftsmanship of the Shenjing Cream Workshop through his wife. What they did was illegal, and they dared not tell it. Even if they lost thirteen packs of cream, the loss would be heavy. , and did not dare to report to the officials, so they could only rely on their own secret investigations to find them.

One day, Li Beixian, the owner of Shenjing Cream Cream Workshop, received a letter suddenly.

It was Mr. Liu who wrote the letter, and he hoped that Li Beixian could sell him the new type of cream just produced in the factory at a low price.

Hearing this, Li Beixian suddenly had a bad feeling. The new type of cream in his workshop has only one sales channel, and the production technology is very complicated, which is an absolute secret.

The new type of cream that suddenly appeared on the market now made Li Beixian break out in a cold sweat.After a few perfunctory words to the other party, he left in a hurry.

Immediately afterwards, Li Beixian sent a letter to the government in a hurry to inform them of this matter.

Soon, the government set up a task force to investigate the case.

It turned out that in order to sell the cream they picked up as soon as possible, the villagers even blatantly sold it in a nearby market.

After Jia Chen learned about this, he also participated in the investigation.

He speaks with a pure Shenjing accent, no one can guess what his real identity is.

After a few days of unannounced visits, Jia Chen learned from a small local peddler that these packets of cream were picked up by several villagers from the foot of the mountain.

The government immediately dispatched, confiscated the cream in the hands of the villagers, tracked down the sold cream, and publicized to the villagers that whoever still had cream in their hands must hand it in to the government.

However, villager Xu Qiang was alert and did not sell his bag. He wanted to sell it after the limelight had passed.

He knew that Jiang Dawei from the same village still had a bag in his hand, but he did not confess to Jiang Dawei in order to protect himself.

After investigating the scene where the villagers picked up the cream, the government quickly deduced that it was due to a landslide, which caused the cream on the mountain to fall.

Jia Chen and the government followed the clues and found a black hand workshop in the middle of Xishan Mountain.

Hearing the news, Jia Chen's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked the villagers what the name of the handicraft workshop was.

But the villagers don't know much about it.

Jia Chen recalled that when he took his wife and children on vacation near Xishan Mountain, he heard the innkeeper say that Xishan Mountain was haunted by ghosts.

It seems that the so-called ghosts are actually these criminals.

Hard work pays off. After searching and investigating, Jia Chen and the government finally discovered a secret handicraft workshop for producing cream on Xishan in Baohua Town, Jurong.

This handicraft workshop is a black factory, hidden in the middle of the mountain, and can check the outside situation in time.

Originally, this was nothing, but the strange thing is that the iron gate of this handicraft workshop has been tightly closed, and there are several dogs guarding it.

It's very weird, and it doesn't look like a regular handicraft workshop.