The warehouse in the kitchen is not small, but it is relatively dark and damp. Some ironware is hung on the wooden walls.

Liu An took one look and didn't move. It was obvious that there was even one missing person in this row.

There are still a lot of clutter in the warehouse, and the lighting is not good.

"What are you doing?" Although Fatty Yan is big, he walks like a cat without making any sound.

"I think it's time to tidy up this utility room." Liu An said.

"Hmph, clean them all out tomorrow when you have time." Fatty Yan said with a glare.

Liu An was dumbfounded. This sundries warehouse is the part behind half of the kitchen yard. It is about 20 meters long and more than three meters wide. It is densely packed, and many of them are made of wood, such as buckets with missing pieces.

wait.

"What, you don't want to do it?" Fatty Yan asked.

"Do it, just do what the manager tells you to do." Liu An nodded and agreed.

As a long-distance truck driver, Liu An's character is very smooth, and it is impossible to be vindictive, but there is a sinister person behind his back, hehe.

Liu An returned to the house. It was still damp inside, but the quilt had been exposed to the sun during the day, so there wasn't much of a problem.

Liu An also took a look and found that not only his own room, but also the rooms of other people were in worse condition. After all, there were no effective moisture-proof measures on the ground.

The rooms where the handymen lived were smelly and even more uncomfortable than here.

After lying down, Liu An was thinking about how to find out the murderer behind the scenes.

"How about luring the snake out of its hole?" Liu An was thinking about thirty-six strategies.

But after looking at my little arm, I gave up and decided not to fall into the tiger's mouth.

"First find out where the dead handyman came from, and then compare the origins of those guys in the lower house." After thinking about it, Liu An found that reckless behavior was not enough. He was only nine years old, not nineteen.

Moreover, the people behind the scenes are also ruthless. Once such a person senses danger, it is not impossible for Liu An to feel that he is temporarily dormant.

After making a silent plan in his mind, he fell asleep. Although he had just been plotted, Liu An fell into a deep sleep without any surprise.

Manager Yan looked at Liu An who was sleeping soundly, then opened his mouth and shouted: "Get up!"

Liu An got up immediately, then washed his face, gargled his mouth, and then started grinding rice noodles.

Rice tofu is made by soaking rice with plant ash and then making it into tofu, but it is a different way. The rice milk is boiled into a paste, and then it begins to plasticize. After cooling, it becomes one piece at a time. The finished product is a bit like fish tofu.

After finishing it, it was already around ten o'clock in the morning. Liu An looked at those rice dumplings and his mouth watered. This is a good thing, if only there was that kind of sauce on it.

At noon, we have cold vermicelli, cold bean sprouts, a boiled radish, a green vegetable, and rice tofu directly cooked in sauce.

The staple food is rice and dry rice.

In the afternoon, Liu An did not prepare wood. Instead, he threw out the things in the utility room, including the wooden stool with missing arms and legs, and threw it aside, and then Fatty Yan took a look.

These wooden stools, unlike industrial products, have interchangeable parts and are useless.

There are wooden stools, wooden tables, and some wooden cubes, but after being stored in a humid place for a long time, there are also wooden barrels that are falling apart.

Even after cleaning up, not even a tenth of it was found. It was basically all trash. Even if it wasn't broken at the time, it would still be broken if it was placed in this room.

Not even a tenth of it is enough to burn tomorrow.

In the evening it was still noodles.

"Come to me later." Liu An whispered to Yuan Xing while serving noodles.

The only one I have a good relationship with is Yuan Xing, because Yuan Xing is also an orphan.

After dinner, Liu An was waiting under the big tree at the entrance of the yard.

"Liu An, what's going on?" Yuan Xing ran over and asked.

"Yuan Xing, do you know where the handyman who died that day is from?" Liu An asked.

"I don't know this. I can only find out if I go to the Governor's Hall. But if we check, we won't even think of finding it." Yuan Xing said.

"Oh, you still plan to learn physiognomy?" Liu An asked.

"Well, let me ask for you. I'm leaving first. I have evening classes." Yuan Xing nodded, seeing that Liu An didn't say anything, so he nodded.

Liu An did not ask about anything in the kitchen, because Liu An was not sure whether the other party had any accomplices, if so.

Waiting quietly, Liu An did what he should do every day. After observing for more than ten days, Liu An started to take action.

After lunch every day, there is a period of free time, and Mr. Yan does not care about it during this period.

Liu An walked out of the kitchen yard and walked to other places.

Liu An did not dare to go outside the wall for fear of death.

This Taoist temple is built on a mountain and has a mountain gate. There are still many people coming and going. You can't go in from the guest room, and you can't go up to the middle courtyard.

You can go to the Governor's Hall, but Liu An is not in a hurry to act, but has a look first.

"Hey, you work in the kitchen, why are you hanging around here every day?" When Liu An came to the Governor's Hall on the fourth day, a guy who was sweeping the floor asked.

"I just want to ask if the family of the uncle who died over there is here?" Liu An asked timidly.

"Here he is, he's gone a long time ago." The sweeper said.

"Oh, where is their home?" Liu An asked as he picked up another broom and started sweeping the floor, just like two people chatting and one helping the other.

"From Wenjiabao, are you the one who fell off the cliff?" the young man sweeping the floor asked.

"Yeah." Liu An didn't know how to answer, so he could only nod.

"I don't think your destiny is like that of a short-lived person. Sure enough, I also looked at that man at that time. He has a sunken hall, pointed ears, and fallen eyebrows. It looks like he will be short-lived at first glance." The young man actually opened his mouth.

"Ah... I can tell. Can you tell me, when will I get rich?" Liu An asked in surprise when he heard this.

"That's right, I'm a disciple of the Central Academy, and my attainments in physiognomy are quite high. If I hadn't violated the rules, I wouldn't have come here to copy scrolls. Let me help you take a look..." The young man looked at it carefully and said

He reached out and touched Liu An's skull.

Liu An understands this kind of half-empty attitude best, and he really wants to show off.

"Ah, you will get rich after you turn eighteen, but there is a threshold when you turn eighteen. This threshold cannot be seen after that. It looks like you are eighteen..." After touching it, the young man said in surprise.

There was a look of fear on Liu An's face: "Then... can that be changed? I heard that one can change one's fate through Feng Shui?"

"Feng Shui can change your destiny? Who did you listen to?" the young man asked in astonishment.

"Huang Yu told me, he said that his ancestors chose a good place..." Liu An said.

"Huang Yu, from Huangjiazhai, haven't you heard of any geomantic treasures there?" the young man muttered.

"You also know about Huangjiazhai. I don't even know where the mountain is. Tell me what's going on in Yunzhou and where are the geomantic treasures?" Liu An was surprised, and at the same time he was a little bit adoring.
Chapter completed!