???
Four confused faces!
"What's this for? Are you going to open a pig farm?"
Feng Yuyun looked at the cover of the book and then at Feng Xiyun, who said excitedly, "Hurry up and praise me, look, I found this thing." She really couldn't understand what he meant.
"Hey, look here."
Feng Xiyun anxiously pointed out the name of the publishing house on the seam of the book.
"The Seventy-Two Falling Stars Publishing House of the Eighth Galaxy of the Federation..."
"federal?"
"The Eighth Galaxy?"
"Falling Star Press???"
When they saw the name of the publishing house, the four of them exclaimed in surprise, but then they all realized what Feng Xiyun meant.
"Where did you find this book?"
"basement?!"
Su Wei's voice of reaction sounded at the same time as Feng Xiyun's.
"Yes, there was a small study room just when we came out. I found them in that room. There are six books in total. Here, there are five more."
…
Except for Feng Xiyun who still maintained an excited expression, the other four looked at each other, thinking that if there was an anime BGM at this time, it must be the sound of commas.
Look what these are?
Pig feed production? Piglet favorite songs? Interspecies breeding? Mrs. Liang bargaining?
"Xiyun, are you sure you didn't take the wrong one?"
"No, I know the title is a bit strange. I flipped through it last night, and it's quite interesting. For example, this one, Mrs. Liang's Bargaining Guide, I didn't expect there's a way to follow others and wait for them to bargain and then buy..."
Feng Ming didn’t know what to say, Feng Xiyun, isn’t your interest a little off?
"Forget it, the content isn't the point. The publisher is the problem. Oh, and that painting from yesterday. In our past lives, it was considered a rendering of a future scene. How could it possibly appear in this era?"
Feng Ming waved his hand and didn't care that Feng Xiyun actually liked books like Mrs. Liang's Bargaining Techniques. Business was more important.
"Does this mean that the Wu family has had contact with people from the mysterious organization? Even that Mrs. Wu, Wu Qing, may have had direct contact with that illegal traveler."
Tunan is always the one who speaks little but always gets to the point.
"This illegal time traveler is so weird. What kind of book does he read every day?"
Feng Yuyun flipped through the books on the table with disgust, and suddenly felt that the lines on the cover of each book seemed a little strange.
"This... seems to be... put here... this one, put it here, ah!"
Feng Ming Su Weitunan, who was in the middle of a passionate but useless and chaotic discussion, and Feng Xiyun Qiqi, who was reading about cross-species breeding techniques with great interest, all had question mark faces???
"You guys, look at this!"
The four of them looked down at the six books in front of Feng Yuyun. After they were placed, the information combination on the cover revealed three numbers: 53, 21, and 37.
"What does this mean?"
The joy of new information was quickly diluted by the insurmountable anxiety. Although I had these three numbers, I didn’t understand what they meant.
"Could it be that they are looking for three people, and these three people are about this age?"
Feng Xiyun's imagination was ignored.
"Is it related to the painting, or is there other information in the basement that we haven't found? We need to look at it all together, but I really can't tell anything."
Su Wei flipped through the book in his hand, quickly reading the information, and indeed did not find anything unusual.
“Hey, could it be the page number?”
Feng Xiyun was crunching on a handful of hard candies. Feng Ming once complained that this must have been created by a foodie who traveled through time to Daqing. He rested his chin on Su Wei's shoulder and watched from behind as he flipped through the pages of a book in his hand.
"What page number?"
"Isn't there a page number at the bottom of each book? Could it be that?"
After Su Wei flipped through pages 53, 21, and 37 of the six books, he looked at Feng Xiyun in shock. Feng Xiyun was confused by his gaze.
"You idiot, why didn't I realize you were so smart before?"
"Hey, I've always been very smart, you just didn't notice."
Although Feng Xiyun didn't understand why Su Wei suddenly praised him, he accepted the compliment quickly.
"What's wrong? What did you find?"
Feng Ming didn't pay attention to what Feng Xiyun said before. He only saw Su Wei flipping through the six books and suddenly acting as if everything was under control.
"Look for yourselves at these three pages of each book."
Su Wei, however, decided to keep it a secret and pushed the book in front of the few people.
The other four, confused, took a copy and began flipping through the pages. Except for Tunan, the three Feng comrades all said, "Sorry, my IQ is only 180. Please explain it more clearly."
"Page 53, fifth line, third word; page 21, second line, first word..."
"Oh, I see. 37 is the seventh character on the third line of page 37! Let me see. My copy is called 'Er, Chen, Jian'? What does this mean?"
"Look for the other five."
Su Wei explained to the confused Feng Yuyun in a doting and gentle manner. Compared with his attitude towards Feng Xiyun just now, there was a world of difference.
"Oh oh oh, this is six, one"
"My book is ten, pottery, engraved"
…
"So it would read 'On the 26th, at the first quarter of the morning, by the Taoranting Pavilion, I came alone to see you, to Qing'?"
"Yes, that should be it."
For a moment, everyone was silent.
Around 7:15 in the morning, we agreed to meet outside the city at a place where merchants must pass by and where people come and go to rest. Is that right?
"Did we spell it wrong? Maybe there's another Taoranting here?"
Feng Yuyun felt very uncertain until she said this.
Because before they entered Qingzhou, they all took shelter from the rain in Taoranting. At that time, in order to write her travel notes of the eldest princess, Fengming chatted with the locals for a long time about the history, stories and legends of Taoranting.
She was very sure of what the simple old man had told her: there was only one Taoranting in the whole Qingzhou!
"Forget it, what day is today?"
Feng Xiyun counted her fingers, one hand still keeping two fingers bent in the lotus shape: "Twenty-five!"
"Then it will be tomorrow morning?"
Fengming felt a little tired, as if they had not had a moment of leisure on the journey since they met Zhu Shiqing.
The conclusion is that Takeishi Kiyoshi is a walking Conan, the unlucky god!
"Shall we go meet him then?"
Feng Xiyun looked at this and that, spread his hands, and said helplessly.
"Go? How? This sentence is obviously addressed to that Madam Wu, but you also saw it yesterday, she..."
Feng Xiyun couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Mrs. Wu after being interrogated by Ye Xuwen yesterday.
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