Chapter 362: Relics of Xiading Mountain

Yangliu Village
Taking advantage of the good weather, Xia Qianqian took the family bedding to the yard to dry, and two puppies circled her feet.
Xia Dingfeng came to her with a sad face: "Qianqian, you can help me find out what is wrong with the way I burned the tiles. Today, I burned a batch of tiles and was scolded by your second uncle."
"Oh? I'll listen to you."
Xia Qianqian sat in the yard, listening to Xia Dingfeng's talk about the process of burning tiles, and gave a few words from time to time. Two little black dogs chased and played around her.
After a while, Xia Dingfeng, who had acquired the skill, hummed a little song and left. Walking halfway, but turning back, the mysteriously handed Xia Qianqian a broken book: "I stole this from your second uncle's room. I don't know how to read. Can you help me see what was written on it? "
The book is very torn, and the corners of the book are still stained with blood.
Xia Qianqian opened it, and was surprised to find that this was an account book. The writing is not highly cultured, the writing is ugly, and the recording method is not standardized.
But the handwriting is very familiar!
This is the word of Xia Dingshan!
Xia Qianqian opened his eyes wide in shock, and drew the monstrous waves in his heart. How could the account books that Dad used by himself belong to the second uncle?
"Qianqian, what is written on it?" Xia Dingfeng asked.
Xia Qianqian blinked vigorously before barely controlling her mood. She pretended to be calm and said: "It's very complicated, and there are some tile burning techniques in it. I can't understand it for a while. You leave the book and tell you when I finish studying it."
"Sure, then I'll come back tomorrow!"
Xia Dingfeng left happily.
Xia Qianqian was holding the account book and couldn't calm down anymore.
She went back to the room and asked Qin Xue: "Mother, does Lao Xia have an account book?"
"Except for your father, they don't know how to read, so how can they have any account books?" Qin Xue smiled.
"Then how does my grandma manage the accounts?" Xia Qianqian asked again.
Qin Xue said: "Every time you sell tiles, your father will hand in as much as you can. Ask your grandma to ask for it when you have expenses at home. Your grandma is smart, but you can manage the money. No one wants to take an extra point from her money."
"Then have you seen my father use the accounting book in private?"
"No. But, I heard your dad say that he has a book that records the addresses of old customers from outside the country and some purchase records. I can't see it, and I don't understand it."
Xia Qianqian took the account book out of his sleeve: "Mother, is this this one?"
"I can't see clearly." Qin Xue shook her head, "Where did you get the book?"
"The third uncle gave it to me. He said it was stolen from the second uncle's room."
Qin Xue changed her face quickly: "In your second uncle's room?"
"Well, that's why I find it very strange. After my father died, they wanted the tile burning technique. I have already written it down silently. What does the second uncle leave a book for?"
Qin Xue also felt strange: "Qianqian, take a good look, what is written in the account book."
"Okay." Xia Qianqian closed the door, flipping through the pages of the light under the window.
In fact, this is not a real account book, it is more like the "diary" of Xia Dingshan. The number above hastily recorded the amount of tiles ordered, the amount of tiles output, and some summary of his experience.
Most of them are related to business. After turning two thirds of it, Xia Qianqian saw a sentence: "Second brother is too selfish, and he may change his family."
Xia Qianqian was frightened, and continued to turn back, carefully reading word by word, for fear of letting go of any clues.
She once again felt strongly that the death of Xia Dingshan was related to Xia Dinghai!
Finally, she saw the messy handwriting on one of the pages: "Brother, I want to kill me."