Chapter 978: Letter from Qinglian

Sending the tenant off, Liu Zhiqiu looked at the wicker still standing in the hall. "What's that giggling? The porter doesn't have to keep it?"

"Go small!" Wicker grinned his white teeth and laughed really stupidly. Although he knew that he looked so unsettled in front of Dongjia, he couldn't restrain the joy in his heart. Blessed forever! "

"... what's the bullshit?"

The people in the hall couldn't help but, when they first met, they thought they were a calm young man.

When Wei Zi came in, her face was serious, and handed a note to Feng Qingbai, "Letter, Xue Qinglian."

"That guy found Miao Jiang?" Liu Zhiqiu immediately sat upright and asked.

I just walked out of the wicker at the door and stopped my feet.

Feng Qingbai opened the note with a few words on it, "The letter said that he had already reached the southwest, but he had walked through that area, but he could not find any trace of Miao Xinjiang. He asked us to check the exact location again. I found the wrong place. "

"Don't you say that Miao Jiang is in the southwest? How can you find no trace?" Liu Yusheng frowned.

"Miao Xinjiang is in the southwest and has not been formally confirmed. These sources come from sporadic rumors. The rumors may not be true." Feng Qingbai pursed his lips. "I once looked over the ancient books of the royal family, and they faced Miao Xinjiang. There are only a few words in the record, which are of little use. "

To gather information about Miao Xinjiang, I am afraid it will take a lot of time.

"A small area of ​​bullets, you can't find it on the map? It's so mysterious, those people have become immortal? No need to eat and drink Lazar? No traces?" Liu Zhiqiu slammed his chair firmly Handrail, exasperated, "Xue Qinglian's things can't wait, if he can't find it, then he ...!"

"Dongjia, the Miaojiang you are looking for, but the one who is good at using shushu?"

Several people in the hall looked up. Wicker didn't know when he returned to the hall, and looked at them with some uncertainty.

"It's the Miao Jiang who is good at playing bugs, have you heard of it?" Liu Zhiqiu clenched the armrest of the wooden chair unconsciously, and there was a little nervousness in his voice.

Liu Yusheng and others also tightly fixed the wicker. The expectant look made the wicker uncomfortable. "I and I once heard my grandfather mention it. When I was a kid, I followed the grandfather to read and read biographies. I seemed to see it in my small impression There is a record of Miao Xinjiang, but the specific content is not remembered ... "

"Is that biography still alive?" Liu Yusheng asked excitedly.

"Small go back and look for it, if you find it, present it to everyone!"

Liu Zhiqiu waved impatiently, "Come on, if you find it, remember your work!"

As soon as the wicker eyes lighted, he ran to the backyard immediately.

Anyway, he has to find out that biography!

The waiting time is the most tormenting, especially when you are anxious.

Starting from going back to the wicker to find a book, Liu Zhiqiu kept spinning around in the hall and looked out frequently.

Liu Yusheng couldn't go any better. He kept his eyes on the doorway and couldn't keep quiet on weekdays.

The whole space was snoring. Whose finger tapped on the desktop lost the rhythm.

No matter how much Miao Jiang's record in that biography is true or not, for them now, even a few words can be extremely useful.

Allowing them to rule out and infer more things can always help Xue Qinglian a little.

"Wei Zi, go and see." Time seems to have passed a long, long time, and the man finally could not help but order.

"Yes." Wei Zi took the lead and jumped out of the window, taking a shortcut to the backyard.

Anxious.

In the backyard, the wicker is flipping boxes and flipping cabinets, turning out almost all the books in the house, piled up.

"Dad, mother, you can help find it, find a biography! Anyway, you can pick out any biographies." Wicker said.

He saw the biography when he was very young, it was too long, and I don't remember which one, I can only pick it up and then slowly find it.

The reason why he would be impressed with the words Miao Jiang, or because Miao Jiang is too special, people in that place would drive snake ants and rat ants, so he was particularly impressed.

"Why did you find a biography?" Although he was confused, Liu Yanyanzhi immediately moved forward to help.

"Find out, the owner may be able to use it!"

Hearing, even the willow willow buds both joined the ranks immediately.

Uncle Liu Shu was still lying on the bed, unable to help, but his mouth was not idle, and he uttered the places where he remembered the books.

Although they are domestic slaves, they have the light from their ancestors, have some knowledge, can read and write, and there are many books in their homes that are mostly passed down from their ancestors, and they have been well preserved by them.

When Wei Zi arrived, he saw the books stacked in the small hall, and the wicker family was almost drowned in the sea of ​​books. Everyone lowered their heads and found concentration.

This is not yet found.

Looking around the small hall without a foot, Wei Zimuran, as a domestic slave, had such a large collection of books, which was really unexpected.

"Do you need help?"

The strange voice from Leng Buding surprised the people in the hall.

Especially Liu Ya, the whole person suddenly raised his body, panicked back.

Too scared to forget that there was a table behind him, slammed it, and hit his back hard against the corner of the table.

Wei Zi's eyes were slightly condensed, and her body rushed toward the woman in a ghostly speed, and she stretched out her hand.

"Ah!" Liuya screamed, closing his eyes and scratching madly.

Sharp nails scratched blood on the back of the man's hand.

The others were shocked by this scene. Liu Zhi rushed over and carried her daughter in her arms, shouting, "Buer! Calm down! Your lord is saving you. You almost got hit by a box on the table just now! Both father and mother are here Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, no one will hurt you, don't be afraid! "

Embraced in a warm and familiar embrace, listening to the familiar voice of his mother, Liu Ya opened her eyes and looked back at Wei Zi.

It was found that the man was holding a square wooden box on his hand. This box was originally placed on the table, and the back of the man's hand and wrist were shocking bloodstains.

Shaking, Liu Ya flinched and looked back, it turned out that he was really saving her just now.

The wooden box was full of books and it was very heavy. If the box hit her head just now, she ...

Putting the box back on the table, Wei Zimian walked to the wicker without expression, "Are you looking for a biography?"

"Yes, it's a biography." After returning to God, Wicker nodded his head. In order to make sure that he remembered correctly, he asked in the room, "Grandpa, I read a book when I was a kid. I once saw a place where people are recorded. It will drive snake worms and rat ants. At that time, I asked you curiously. Do you remember? "

There seemed to be silence in the room, "You mean, the book that records Miao Jiang?"

(End of this chapter)