Chapter 435 Clues

I immediately became energetic and said, "Hurry up and tell me."

"Monan used to be an important military area. In the early Qing Dynasty, there was a marshal's residence in Monan."

Uncle Ya tilted his head and thought for a moment: "It seems like it's right on Poole Street."

Marshal's Mansion?

It doesn't sound like it has anything to do with Laixiang Hotel.

"Did you also suffer in Poole Street last night?"

"Um."

"If this is the case..." The fan clattered in Uncle Ya's hand: "I'll tell you."

Uncle Ya pulled out a book bound with cotton thread from under a stack of books.

The entire book has turned yellow, and it looks like it has some age.

"This is?"

Uncle Ya stroked the book: "This is the oldest county chronicle in Monan, and it doesn't even have a library!"

As he said that, he had already opened the book: "Don't worry, I'll look for it for you."

He turned the pages of the book very carefully and searched slowly.

After waiting for a long time, Uncle Ya put the book on the table: "Found it."

I immediately put my head over and looked in the direction of Uncle Ya's finger.

Although it's a little blurry, I can still distinguish it.

The county annals say that during the Qing Dynasty, there was indeed a handsome manor on Poole Street, and it seemed that he was still a king with an iron hat.

This iron hat king is hereditary, and his family's ancestors are all important ministers of the government, so he has naturally accumulated countless treasures.

And all the wealth was lost in a fire.

The culprit of this fire was none other than the maid in the house. This maid also suffered a tragic fate. She was beaten to death in the street at Caishikou.

The record of Poole Street ends here.

As for anything to do with the kitchen, there was nothing.

I closed the book and asked softly: "Is this county chronicle absolutely accurate?"

Uncle Ya pondered for a moment: "These books are from the official system of past dynasties and have strict review and approval."

"So, can you believe it?"

"Wrong, can't believe it."

Uncle Ya shook his fan and said with a smile: "Haven't you heard that saying? History is a little girl who can be dressed up by anyone."

"The official stuff may not be as accurate as the folklore."

He raised his hand to pick up the tea bowl and took a sip: "So, when you asked me just now, I didn't expect it at all."

"What you think is official history, in my opinion, is more like nonsense."

This is the only information about Poole Street that I have come across so far.

I smacked the Yahuazi and fell into a slight tangle: "Other things may be false, but this kind of thing shouldn't be groundless."

"It doesn't matter, I respect your heart."

Regarding this kind of thing, Uncle Ya never interfered too much with me, or even gave me any advice.

"Don't be too pushy. Just rest for a few days. I'm going to exercise."

When Uncle Ya handed the book to me, my hand slipped and the book fell from my hand.

"oops!"

Uncle Ya picked up the book distressedly, and half of the title page fell out.

I took it over and looked at it. There was a dense map on it.

"Is this a map of Monan?"

Uncle Ya patted the floating dust on it and nodded: "The hundreds of years of changes in Monan are all here."

Uncle Ya put on clean practice clothes and practiced Tai Chi alone in a set.

I spread the county annals on the table and started reading them bit by bit.

indeed.

On what is now Poole Street was a mansion of considerable size.

According to the scale on the map, the area of ​​​​the house is at least several hundred square meters.

According to county records, the mansion was deliberately set on fire, and in the end only one arsonist was caught.

But looking at this map now, I suddenly feel something is wrong.

Uncle Ya bumped me with his elbow: "Do you see the way?"

I pointed to the map and analyzed: "The fire that can destroy the house is definitely not small. And the handsome manor must be strictly guarded. Once a fire is discovered, it will be extinguished as soon as possible."

"So, there is no way such a big house will be burned down!"

Uncle Ya nodded: "You think there was more than one person who set the fire back then, right?"

"right!"

Uncle Ya glanced sideways at me and continued his analysis: "So the souls of those who died back then are still not peaceful now?"

"for me……"

"No need to explain." Uncle Ya straightened his back: "If you think it makes sense, then do it."

I put the county journal away and kept it close to my body like a treasure: "If you judge it from a secular perspective, not only is it meaningless, but it looks like a ***."

"However, fairness and justice should not be measured by worldly standards."

Uncle Ya took a sip of tea and said, "Then I wish you success?"