Chapter 276： Huang Tiancheng's intuition

Chapter 276 Huang Tiancheng's Intuition

Huang Tiancheng did not expect that Yin Miao, a foreigner, would know about the last city lord, but it was a coincidence that it was indeed that year when his father fell ill.

"How could shopkeeper Yin know about this?" Huang Tiancheng asked.

"I was in the city lord's mansion, and I heard a lot of things that happened in Shangyun City."

Yin Miao concealed that although she was looking forward to it, it was related to the death of Huang Tiancheng's family after all, so she couldn't show it.

"So it is."

Huang Tiancheng didn't do what he thought. After he brought Yin Miao to his home, he felt a little wrong. There was no one else in his home.

However, Yin Miao seemed to be only interested in their copywriting, so he couldn't help shaking his head, feeling that he was thinking too much.

Huang Tiancheng lives in an older courtyard, which is said to have been left by his grandfather.

The courtyard seems to have been a few years old, but it is better than clean and tidy.

"Three generations of our grandparents and grandchildren have made a living by selling characters, and now I am the only one left..."

Huang Tiancheng's face was full of loneliness. Not long after his father passed away, his mother also followed.

"Life is unpredictable, but ah, I suggest that in the future you should not easily agree to imitating handwriting."

The two entered a study room full of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. There were even various fonts hanging on the walls. It could be seen that the Huang family really did a lot of research on characters.

"Why did the shopkeeper Yin say this?"

Don't easily allow people to imitate handwriting? Huang Tiancheng always felt that Yin Miao had something to say.

"Throughout the ages, calligraphy, which is quite accomplished in calligraphy, has been famous for centuries. Since you have such ability, why do you want to imitate it?"

Yin Miao had some changes in her mind after seeing those calligraphy and paintings.

This Huang Tiancheng is actually a talent, but his mind is trapped by two generations.

"If I had said this in the past, I would have been happy for a few days, but now I have to do my best just to live, and no one will read these words anymore."

Huang Tiancheng said.

"It will be fine in the future, can I read your father's words six years ago?"

Yin Miao asked after looking around.

"sure."

Huang Tiancheng took out a stack of papers of different sizes from the drawer. After Yin Miao looked at it for a while with a serious and serious expression, he finally couldn't help but ask.

"Why is Shopkeeper Yin so obsessed with six years ago...?"

Yin Miao paused while flipping through the calligraphy and painting, she still decided to tell the truth: "I only learned about one thing occasionally, and I just thought about it after hearing you talk about your father. Six years ago..."

Huang Tiancheng listened blankly to Yin Miao's words, the suicide note of the lord of Shangyun City six years ago?

If his father really took over this job, why did he not know it at all?

"Of course this may just be a coincidence, but if it's true..."

"If it's true, my father probably didn't die of illness."

Huang Tiancheng muttered, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, but the two of them searched for the handwriting in each drawer, but couldn't find any clues.

"It seems very likely that it was a coincidence."

Yin Miao said regretfully.

Unexpectedly, Huang Tiancheng seemed to be possessed and said:

"No, it wouldn't be a coincidence. Six years ago, my father was indeed very happy when he came back one day. He also came back with a silver ticket, saying that a guest was very satisfied with a letter he wrote... After the case was investigated, my father and mother who never quarreled were always arguing about something, and now that I think about it, my father suddenly fell ill after that!"

Huang Tiancheng has a strong intuition, even if there is no evidence, just based on the bits and pieces he recalls, he can be completely sure about this matter.

"Have your parents revealed anything to you?"

Yin Miao asked, it seems that the letter to Qi Lingxi was probably written by someone who came to the Huang family. It is normal that such secret documents will not be kept.

Huang Tiancheng shook his head helplessly. He had only seen his mother cry since then, and even wanted to leave Shangyun City with him after his father died. At that time, he didn't understand why Huang's mother, who had always kept herself safe, would There is that kind of thinking.

And now, he seems to be suddenly enlightened, but this is not something to be happy about.

"Sorry, I lied to you before, but you can afford those compliments."

Yin Miao said apologetically, she didn't know if what she said similar to the truth would be cruel to Huang Tiancheng, but Huang Tiancheng obviously didn't mean to blame her.

"Treasurer Yin is a rare and honest person. I want to say thank you to you."

Huang Tiancheng said.

Before Yin Miao left, she noticed that Huang Tiancheng seemed to be a little different, so she turned around and added, "Mr. Huang must remember to go to the business tomorrow, you know, sometimes I don't even know how to write my own words. recognize."

Huang Tiancheng was stunned for a while, and then smiled: "Don't worry, shopkeeper Yin, I will be there on time."

Yin Miao left alone. She looked at both sides of the road and thought. She didn't expect to find some clues with difficulty, and she was really unwilling.

The weather was hot, and there were a lot fewer people gathered on both sides of the road. In addition, today is the fourth day of her business opening. Probably because many people have exchanged food and vegetables, there is a rare smell of fireworks in the city.

There are still many pedestrians on the road, just like when she came, many people with bowls or empty hands came to her to beg for food, but Huang Tiancheng helped drive them away when they came, and now she is the only one, so those People came up.

After a while, she was surrounded by layers.

"This living Bodhisattva, have pity on us, we haven't eaten for several days."

"Yes, yes, have pity on us..."

"Sister, I can also help with errands. Can you give me and my brother some food?"

"We are all poor people, and we have nothing to exchange for food."

“…”

The painful prayers came into Yin Miao's ears, surrounded by people in ragged clothes and covered in dirt, Yin Miao sighed deeply, but did not show a look of boredom, just listened to her:

"City Lord Sun's intention to open a business is also to help the people in the city get through the current difficulties, but everyone in the city is in a different situation. I didn't bring food with me when I went out today. If you believe me, please wait for the two days the business is preparing. It's about cooking porridge."

As soon as he mentioned giving porridge, bursts of surprise erupted among the people.

The City Lord's Mansion is going to cook porridge again? !

"Dare to ask the girl, how many days can you give the porridge this time?"

This is their biggest concern. After a few days of porridge, they will surely be able to live a few more days.

The last five days of cooking porridge was unprecedented.

"The firm intends to support porridge supplies for a long time."

After Yin Miao finished speaking, the audience was in an uproar.

(end of this chapter)