Finally, they figured out the origin of the Huoshao Yan, but Qingfeng and his disciples couldn't feel the slightest relief because of the sudden appearance of the mysterious woman.
"Old man, do you still remember the name of the county magistrate who ordered not to mention this matter again?"
Qingfeng then asked the tailor's father for advice.
"Tianshi, I was still young at that time.
Why did I worry about all this?
I have to think about it carefully."
The old tailor's father frowned and kept breathing.
"Grandpa, don't be in a hurry and drink some more tea."
Xin Yun poured tea for the tailor's father himself.
"Dad, we people in Tonglin City have always liked to give nicknames to officials.
The county magistrate back then was no exception," the tailor suddenly reminded.
"Yes, why didn't I remember this?
The county magistrate did have a nickname back then, but I can't remember it."
The tailor's father looked regretful.
"Old man, it's been so long.
It's impossible to think of it all at once.
Don't be in a hurry and sit down and drink tea.
Maybe you'll remember everything," Qingfeng hurriedly comforted.
"Master Daddy is right, don't be too anxious," the tailor comforted.
"Can I not be in a hurry?
Master Tian finally asked me something.
It's not easy."
The tailor's father complained to himself.
The tailor knew his old father's temper and did not dare to persuade him.
"Tianshi, you and my dad sit down for a while.
I still have a few accounts to keep track of.
I'll make dinner for you later."
Qingfeng nodded, signaled the tailor to go to work, and sat down beside his old father.
"Wait a minute, don't leave yet, what did you say to the Heavenly Master just now?"
The tailor's father suddenly spoke and stopped his son.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?
I didn't say anything."
The tailor looked surprised.
He didn't know what kind of medicine his old father was selling in his gourd.
"No, you said it," the tailor's father repeated.
After hearing what his father said, the tailor became impatient.
"Oh, my dad, there are a few accounts waiting for me to record.
Can you please stop making trouble?"
In the past, with the temper of the old tailor father, he would have scolded his son, but this time he was uncharacteristically smiling, like a happy child.
Before the old man could speak, the tailor asked in surprise.
"Dad, are you okay?
My kid really has some accounts to keep track of."
His old father laughed.
"My son, you have done a great thing this time."
"Dad, you made the child confused.
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What happened?"
the tailor asked in confusion.
His father stood up excitedly and patted his son on the shoulder with his bony right hand.
"Thanks to your reminder, dad remembered the nickname of the county magistrate back then."
"Dad, have you really remembered?"
the tailor asked with a smile.
His old father nodded, feeling beautiful in his heart.
"Old man, is the nickname of the county magistrate back then still related to the accounting matter?"
Qingfeng then asked.
"Maybe the county magistrate back then was a bookkeeper," Xin Yun suddenly said.
"Yes, only Mr.
Accountant takes care of these things," the tailor said after Xin Yun's words.
After hearing this, his old father shook his head repeatedly.
"That county magistrate had never been a bookkeeper, but his nickname was Hu Sanji."
"The nickname Hu Sanji is a bit interesting.
Since he likes to mess around with these things, why do you call him Sanji instead of Duoji?"
Xin Yun asked curiously.
"The young master's words stopped the old man.
To be honest, I don't know why people call him Hu Sanji.
I just remember that the old people said that the county magistrate was a scholar, and he was very interesting.
Everything that happened every day He would record everything verbatim."
The old tailor's father spoke from his heart.
"According to Pindao, the people in Tonglin City secretly called the county magistrate Hu Sanji, which probably meant morning, noon, and evening."
Qingfeng went on to tell his speculation.
"The Heavenly Master's words make sense.
Let's talk about the hours of the day in detail, that is, there are three periods of morning, noon and evening.
That's what he has to remember every day."
The tailor said calmly.
"Yes, according to this, Hu Sanji is more appropriate than Hu Duoji," Xin Yun sighed mischievously.
"Old man, I would like to ask you, are there any descendants of Magistrate Hu in Tonglin City today?"
Qingfeng changed the subject and mentioned the descendants of Hu Sanji.
"Tianshi, you may know that according to the practice of this dynasty, even a seventh-grade county magistrate cannot serve as an official in his hometown.
Hu Xianling is no exception.
Naturally, he is not a native of Tonglin, and he will not have anyone in the city.
"Heirs," the old tailor's father explained calmly.
"What the old man said is that Pindao was too impatient and forgot the customs of this dynasty.
So Hu Sanji naturally has the habit of taking notes.
Will his notes be kept in the county government?
"What?"
Qingfeng asked with concern.
The old tailor's father was speechless.
"Dad, just tell me," the tailor urged from the side.
"Well, I don't dare to say nonsense as to whether the county magistrate's notes are preserved in the current county government, but I always feel that most of the private matters he wrote down were brought back to his hometown.
If they involve official business of the court, Maybe some will remain in the current county government," the tailor's father replied seriously.
"Old man, you are right.
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The official documents recorded by County Magistrate Hu must be much more detailed than ordinary people, otherwise he would really live up to his nickname of Sanji," Qingfeng continued.
"Tianshi, it happened decades ago.
You have spent a lot of effort to inquire about Magistrate Hu.
As for where that mysterious woman came from and where she went, I think you should leave it alone.
Check it out," the tailor's father said with concern.
"Thank you, old man, for reminding Pindao that he firmly believes that the passing goose leaves a voice.
No matter how mysterious that woman was back then, she would definitely leave clues.
Pindao must investigate and get to the bottom of it," Qingfeng said firmly.
"The good Celestial Master's behavior is indeed different from that of us ordinary people.
I also believe that the Celestial Master will be able to find out the true identity of the mysterious woman," the tailor's father said with conviction.
"Thank you, old man, for providing Pindao with valuable clues, otherwise Pindao would have been blind and trying to figure out the elephant," Qingfeng smiled and said with great gratitude.
"The Heavenly Master is too polite to say that I am dissatisfied with you.
Even I didn't expect that one of my childhood secrets could actually help you.
That's my honor."
The old tailor's father sighed calmly.
"It seems that all this is God's will and cannot be violated."
Qingfeng smiled.
"It's God's will, so we have no choice but to do it," the tailor's father said with a smile.
Seeing Qingfeng chatting happily with his father, the tailor took down the account and went to work on dinner again.
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