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Chapter 231 The Diary Opens

Since it was still early before he was supposed to go pick tea, Fang Cheng asked where the Guhuayang Academy was located and then went to the academy to find Fu Qu.

After navigating through the teahouse, Fang Cheng finally found the school where Fu Qu was located.

Fang Cheng did not rush into the school, because she heard voices coming from inside.

Fang Cheng peered through the door into the school and saw a tall man talking to Fu Qu.

Remembering what Fu Qu had said when exchanging information with them, Fang Cheng didn't dare to act rashly, so he lowered his head and asked the system WQBYRZM and Lu Renkui: "Do you two know where the rules of this school are posted?"

"The school's rules are posted inside. You won't trigger the rules if you don't go in," the system WQBYRZM replied.

"Alright then, how long will it take for Fu Qu to get rid of that man and come to meet me?" Fang Cheng asked another question that she was concerned about.

“Well… maybe you shouldn’t wait any longer. He can’t get away for the time being.” Recalling the scene in the original story where the two of them were all lovey-dovey for a long time, Lu Renkui decisively told Fang Cheng to give up exchanging information with Fu Qu.

"Can't get away? Then forget it," Fang Cheng said, then left the school and looked up at the clock, which showed that there was still more than an hour until 11 o'clock.

Where should I look for clues next? Maybe I should ask those two little figures if they have any clues related to that cat-faced old woman. I need to get some clues to report back to Sister Bai. Fang Cheng thought for a moment and asked the two little golden-finger figures, "Besides the third floor of the lobby, do you know of any other clues related to that cat-faced old woman?"

"Ah, well," the system WQBYRZM began to quickly extract the plot from the original text, saying, "Wait a moment, let me think about it."

"Ah, okay." Judging from the situation, Fang Cheng guessed that the clues might be some kind of hidden clues, otherwise these two cheat-like little people would have told him already.

"Speaking of which, do you want to take a look at that stack of papers you took this morning?" Lu Renkui asked, and laboriously took the stack of papers out of Fang Cheng's other pocket. "I think a few of these papers can be flipped."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng immediately picked up the stack of papers and began to flip through them. He found that, just as the little golden-finger figure with braided pigtails had said, there were a few more papers that he could read.

The equations are written on the second sheet of paper.

My father was originally a schoolteacher, but he ran off with another man.

My mother was a feng shui master, but no one believed in her, so she ran out of money and couldn't afford to raise me, so she sent me to the tea shop.

I'm not very good at talking, so while the other tea-picking girls are all in groups, I'm all alone.

However, the other tea-picking girls didn't seem to mind me eavesdropping while they chatted. They knew I would never tell anyone.

They sometimes talk about our employer.

They said their employer liked to believe in superstitious things and spent a lot of money every day to invite Taoist priests and monks, whose identities were unknown, to their residence, but they never received a raise for their wages.

They said the two daughters of the landlord looked extremely alike; when the two young ladies faced each other, it was as if they were reflected in a mirror, and they could not tell them apart at all.

They say the second young lady is really annoying; she always pretends to be the eldest young lady and comes to watch us pick tea leaves. If we don't go over, it's fine, but if we do, she'll definitely catch us and beat us up.

They said the young lady was very capable, she could handle everything clearly, but she was incredibly kind to her twin sister.

Moreover, the rules are very strict. If you don't respond to the young lady, you'll be considered disrespectful and will be dragged away and beaten. It's just that it's slightly lighter and less frequent compared to the second young lady.

I told them that I knew how to tell the difference between the eldest and second young ladies.

They didn't believe me; they thought I was bragging.

But I really know how to tell the difference between the eldest and second young ladies. Even if the second young lady pretends to be the eldest, I can still tell the difference. I even told this method to the people in the kitchen, and they all said it works very well.

It was clearly just...

Having read this far, Fangcheng tried to scroll down, but found he couldn't.

This is really frustrating. What's the difference if you're meant to see a super exciting story, but it ends up being a disappointment?

Actually, the rule sheet that distinguishes between the eldest and second young ladies already says it's just a matter of weather. Fang Cheng sighed. That's right, it's written on the rule sheet, so there's no need to worry too much... Sigh, wait a minute.

"You can turn the page now!" Fang Cheng looked at the few pages that could be turned again and started to think. "So I have to fill in the blanks myself? I can only turn the page if I fill them in correctly?"

Okay, let's continue. Fang Cheng continued flipping through those sheets of paper; the contents read:

It was something that all they needed to do was check the weather. But they seemed never to have noticed.

The eldest young lady never appears on sunny days, so every time it's a sunny day, she sends the second young lady to check how diligently we're working.

According to Little Wooden Stick, this is because the master wants to use the eldest and second young ladies in a formation.

I asked him, "How did you know?"

The little stick confidently declared that he had heard this from Zhang the swindler. Moreover, a schoolteacher would be arriving at his residence in a couple of days. That schoolteacher was also one of the materials needed to set up the formation.

I was curious, so I asked him if setting up the formation only required three people.

The little stick said no, setting up the formation would require several more, otherwise the master wouldn't believe it. Zhang the swindler was still picking from the list of servants in the mansion.

The little stick reached out his hand to me and said that if I was willing to pick some tea leaves for him to exchange for money, he could cross my name off Zhang the swindler's list.

I told Little Wooden Stick that the eldest and second young ladies are keeping a close eye on us. I'll chat with the kitchen staff for a while longer later.

Little Stick thought about it and realized that I had drawn the attention of the people in the kitchen, giving him a chance to get more food, so he agreed.

Is that Zhang Xiying, the swindler? Fang Cheng thought to himself, "He really is a fake Taoist priest. I wonder if he'll mention how to get to the third floor."

With this purpose in mind, Fangcheng continued to turn to the next page.

It was written on the paper:

Little Stick stole the cured meat from the kitchen, and he was so happy that he decided to take me to Zhang the Swindler's room.

So tomorrow I'll go with Little Wooden Stick to see what's in Zhang the Swindler's room.

The first diary entry ends here.

“Okay, that’s all we can do for now,” Lu Renkui said, leaning on Fang Cheng’s shoulder as she finished reading the diary entry. “It does contain some useful information, like the fact that Zhang Xiying is a conman, and a very skilled one at that.”

"The diary mentions setting up an array," Fang Cheng frowned. "Could it be that the tea shop owner has some idea of ​​sacrificing people for his own benefit?"

"That should be the case, but this guy is pretty ruthless, even taking his own two daughters into account." Lu Renkui scratched his head.