"Ah um, ah um, ah um..."
Dabao hadn't been out for a long time, so he carried Jia Cong on his back and squawked happily into the sky.
After the heavy snowfall, the temperature has dropped a bit, and there are not many pedestrians on the street, but there are still vendors who are busy trying to make a living.
There are fewer seasonal vegetables in winter. In front of a vegetable stall, a middle-aged vendor was carefully stroking away the radishes placed on the mat.
Suddenly, donkey faces appeared in front of him. They seemed to be smiling, and then they opened their mouths and bit a carrot.
"Hey, whose donkey..."
Boom!
A small piece of broken silver was thrown on the mat. The vendor looked up and saw that the God of Wealth was here.
"It turns out to be Mr. Yumao's treasure. Mr. Bao, feel free to enjoy it. I keep these radishes fresh. I have other things here, cabbage, green vegetables, carrots..."
Saying this as if offering a treasure, the vendor moved things out of the bamboo basket behind him with a smile on his face. Dabao tilted his head and screamed at Jia Cong.
"Then take one of each and send the rest to Rongguo Mansion."
The vendor was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly served Uncle Donkey to his meal. The Rongguo Mansion is indeed full of good people, especially the two Mr. Bao. Needless to say, the Second Master Bao. Whenever the Second Master Bao comes shopping, he always buys whatever he likes in dozens of copies, and the reward is doubled at every turn.
Master Yumao’s donkey Baoye is even better. Second Master Bao likes rouge, gouache or gadgets. Baoye is the favorite of farmers like them. As long as Baoye likes to eat, Master Yumao will come. Send them all to Rongguo Mansion in one sentence.
Bah!
Sure enough, Master Yumao threw a piece of silver on the mat. Not only did he pay for the vegetables, but the reward alone was one tael of silver.
"Master Yumao, are you going to play?"
While serving Uncle Donkey's meal, the vendor wiped a carrot clean with his sleeve and handed it to Jia Cong.
Jia Cong took it and took a bite, which was crunchy.
"I have something serious to do today. It's the Grand Prime Minister's birthday, so I have to go to my house to congratulate him."
Click click click...
Jia Cong couldn't help but praise: "Your carrots are good, very fresh."
The vendor smiled flatteringly: "As long as Mr. Yumao likes it. After all, I owe you a favor. Your house is on the north side of Zhuangzi in the west of the city. The hot springs in your house are moistened. I borrowed money to grow vegetables on two acres of land, and I have made some money this year, which is enough for me to find a wife for my son."
"Have a brain!"
Farmers are living a miserable life nowadays, and due to limited knowledge, only a handful of people can seize opportunities.
Last year, Jia Cong began to plant a lot of seasonal vegetables on his hot spring village, and also built a large greenhouse. At that time, he recruited many nearby farmers to help.
This person is smart enough to take a fancy to this business opportunity...
"May I have your name?"
The vendor quickly responded: "The villain's name is Ma Liu, and he lives in Xiaomazhuang next to your village."
Jia Cong bit into the crispy carrots and said thoughtfully: "In this way, next spring you free up your land and don't plant anything..."
"ah?"
Ma Liu was a little anxious immediately. Could it be that Master Yumao was angry that he had stolen hot spring water to grow vegetables and wanted to take away his land?
"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble for you, but I want to give you a fortune. It depends on whether you dare to try it out."
Jia Cong's words made Ma Liu very embarrassed. His family also had a lot of land, eight or nine acres in total.
But if you don't plant it all, you run the risk of starvation.
However, Ma Liu is a very aggressive person, courageous and has good eyesight. He gritted his teeth and replied: "Master Yumao, please tell me that the villain will follow the leader's lead!"
Jia Cong stuffed the last bite of carrot into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it. He leaned forward and patted Ma Liu three times on the shoulder.
"You have a bright mind and courage. I will show you some delicious food and drink!"
"Master, please
I want to talk to the younger ones about what they want to do. "
Even though Ma Liu had made a firm statement just now, to be honest, he still felt unsure and frightened.
Jia Cong whispered mysteriously in his ear: "I got fairy grain seeds from overseas. When the weather gets warm next spring, let's try planting them. Maybe we can get you an official robe to wear... "
After finishing his "morning tea", the war donkey carried Jia Cong on his back and drove slowly to the Wei Mansion, followed closely by Jia Shiyi and several other guards.
At three quarters, the group finally arrived at the gate of Wei Mansion.
Regardless of whether Wei Qinghe, the chief assistant bachelor of the cabinet, received a birthday message or not, people with eyes in the capital would rush to the door of the Wei Mansion carrying gifts of all sizes.
Mr. Wei has been honest all his life, but the imperial palace still gives people the feeling of being surrounded by nobles.
On the eaves of the gate of the mansion hangs a plaque with gold paint and red background, which reads four characters: Great Xia Guoshi.
It is neither the Wei Mansion nor the Grand Scholar's Mansion. These four simple words make people feel awe.
The only people greeted at the door were a middle-aged man in his forties and a boy in his early teens.
"Wei Shaoqing..."
Guanglu Shaoqing Wei Ershu, the second son of Mr. Wei, is also the only son who remains by his side.
The eldest son, Wei Erming, was no longer interested in an official career. He passed the imperial examination in his early years and went to Guanzhong to run an academy after graduating from the Hanlin Academy. He could be considered to have succeeded his father in teaching and educating people.
The youngest son contracted smallpox in his early years and failed to survive. The only daughter married his former son-in-law, and his son-in-law was Zhang Wei, a fellow commander of the Lanzhou Guard.
There were so many people crowding in front of the door that Wei Ershu felt his head hurt from the noise. When he heard someone calling him, he looked around and saw Jia Cong waving to him on the back of a donkey.
Jia Cong got off the donkey and squeezed in with Jia Shiyi carrying the birthday gift. He stuffed the box into Wei Ershu's arms and said with a grin, "I'm here to congratulate the old man on his birthday. This is a gift!"
Wei Ershu also knew that Jia Cong was his father's old friend. He weighed the box in his hand and joked: "Father, you are a son of an immortal. No gift can compare with your poems."
"Hey, hey, hey, I just composed a poem for the old man a few days ago, why do I have to write a poem again?"
Jia Cong grabbed Wei Ershu, stood up on tiptoes and whispered, "The two saints are coming soon, so you'd better arrange for someone to be waiting at the street in front."
As soon as Wei Ershu heard this, he immediately forgot about the poem, and cupped his hands with Jia Cong and said, "Thank you, Mr. Jia, for reminding me. I'll ask Chen'er to take you to your father's house."
Jia Cong followed the young man next to him as he walked toward the mansion, and the two of them chatted.
The Chen'er mentioned by Wei Ershu is his youngest son, the young grandson of Mr. Wei. Born into wealth, he inherited the wisdom of the Wei family, but he is a man of few words.
Often after Jia Cong said several sentences, Wei Chen would reply with a few words. It was not until the two of them passed the front hall of Wei Mansion that Wei Chen finally said a complete sentence: "Grandpa is in the front hall, but the people sitting there are all elderly people. How about I take Mr. Jia to the study to sit there?" Well, Mr. Qingteng is talking to several junior uncles in the study at this time."
"Teacher has returned to Beijing? Let's go to the study room."
Jia Cong has not seen his teacher Xu Jin for a while. Mr. Qingteng worked hard and returned to Beijing to join the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He was either investigating the case or on the way to investigate it.
After becoming a disciple, Xu Jin didn't even have time to seriously teach his apprentices. He often exchanged letters. Occasionally he would call Jia Cong over when he returned to Beijing to talk about the case at hand.
Through the case, Xu Jin gave Professor Jia Cong more knowledge about laws, people's livelihood, and methods of handling government affairs.
In Xu Jin's words, Jia Cong had no shortage of people to teach him the Four Books and Five Classics. Not to mention Jia Jing, the second-class Jinshi in his family, there was also a future father-in-law in Jiangnan named Hua Lang.
The stove was burning brightly in the study, and there were no maids or servants inside. Xu Jin was talking loudly with four people of similar age.
After Wei Chen sent Jia Cong to him, he saluted with several people and left. Xu Jin pulled Jia Cong over and introduced several people to his young apprentice.
"You should know Lord Jiwang, the Right General Secretary of the Department of General Affairs..."
"This is Shen from Yuquan Academy.
Ben Yuan and Shen Ru, the few scriptures and meanings that my master gave you a few days ago were borrowed from Shen Ru. "
"Mr. Liu Baozhen, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, ranked first among the top two in the 47th year of Zhaowu. You have read his "Hai Tu Zhi"..."
"There is also this, a fellow countryman of your uncle Master Lin, Suzhou scholar Zhou Yichang, whose nickname is very familiar to you, the tiger-fighting hero..."
hiss!
These four people are all ruthless people!
Wang Ji, the general secretary of the General Administration Department, was the fourth-rank official, but he was one of the people in the capital who wanted to kill him the most.
Wang Ji is a legitimate relative of the emperor, and his mother is Princess Huiying, the emperor's cousin and the eldest daughter of Prince Liu Huai of Ji.
This man was extremely naughty when he was young. When he was nineteen, he accidentally killed the Wala envoy who was making noise in the capital. He was thrown to the northwest to eat sand by the Supreme Emperor.
In the spring of the 31st year of Zhaowu, there was civil strife in Gaochang, and the emperor issued an edict to put an end to the rebellion. Twenty-two-year-old Wang Ji, carrying a long knife, led a hundred or so men under his command to attack the Gaochang rebel camp at night, and beheaded the rebel leader with one blow. …
In the 34th year of Zhaowu's reign, Wang Ji returned to Beijing. At the age of 24, Wang Ji, who had reached the third rank of military general, suddenly resigned from all official positions and became a disciple of Wei Qinghe.
Three years later, he passed all the tests and was called to the Golden Palace, and entered the Hanlin Academy as a second-class Jinshi.
Now that he has entered the General Administration Department, he cannot suppress any memorial that passes his eyes. Those memorials to impeach the dandies in the capital often appeared on the emperor's desk.
Even Jia Cong's father, Mr. Pardon, was scolded by him several times to his face. The dandy in the capital hated this man to death. Unfortunately, his mother-in-law was the princess, and his maternal grandfather was the emperor's brother, so in the capital, No one dares to take advantage of this man.
Shen Benyuan, a great scholar from Yuquan Academy, was one of Wei Qinghe's direct disciples and the youngest great scholar in Beijing. He was good at classics and righteousness. People who wanted to be his disciples lined up from the capital to Yuquan Mountain. Most of the annotations on the scriptures in Jia Cong's hands were borrowed and copied by Xu Jin and others.
Shen Benyuan also has a little-known skill, that is, he is proficient in prison. To be precise, this person can see into people's hearts. It is said that he can identify loyal women at a glance, which is so terrifying.
Liu Baozhen, a bachelor's degree student, was born as a businessman in Quanzhou and had a rich family. Jia Cong knew him more from a book that had been widely circulated in the past few years - "Hai Tu Zhi".
Liu Baozhen can really be said to be the first person to open Daxia's eyes to the world. His "Hai Tu Zhi" records in detail the situation of Western countries, including the potential threats to Daxia from the continuous colonization of the West and the expansion of sea routes.
Since he became an official, he has always submitted letters asking for advice on opening up the sea in Daxia and preparing for coastal defense. It is also because of this that Liu Baozhen was born in the second class. It has been almost ten years since he was suppressed and he still stayed in the Hanlin Academy to cultivate his character.
As for Wu Song, the last tiger-fighting hero... well, he's in the middle of the show.
Zhou Yichang, a great scholar from Suzhou, actually beat a tiger, and he was a fierce man who defeated the tiger with his bare hands.
Zhou Yichang not only has amazing knowledge, but also has natural supernatural power. The weapon he has at his disposal is the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in the hands of Mr. Guan.
After passing the Jinshi examination that year, not only did he not take the shujishi examination, but even the six ministries in the capital were too lazy to stay. He asked his master Wei Qinghe to go to Xuanfu with the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
It was still the 30th year of Zhaowu. The people in the north were beaten by the old sage to the point where they could no longer take care of themselves and did not dare to go south.
It happened that South Vietnam was jumping very hard. When Zhou Daru heard that he finally had a chance, he went south in the name of accompanying the army as a counselor. I don’t know if God likes to tease people, but Zhou Daru had just arrived in Kunming, and before he could take a breath, the rebels in South Vietnam were put down by the imperial army again.
That day, Zhou Daru was bored and drinking at a stall outside the city. Suddenly he heard someone crying. It turned out to be a young woman crying, saying that her husband-in-law was dragged away by a tiger in the forest...
Zhou Daru was slightly drunk and was furious when he heard this. He rolled up his sleeves and followed the little woman's guidance into the mountain.
Unfortunately, the little woman's husband had already returned to the underworld, but Zhou Daru returned to the outside of Kunming carrying the evil tiger.
According to various rumors circulating in the market, Zhou Daru was only scratched on the back by the tiger, and the tiger's head was shattered by Zhou Daru's iron fist.
Jia Cong bowed respectfully to these four fierce men, none of whom were simple.
After three generations of Ming kings, Daxia not only had strong national power, but also experienced an explosion of talents. His teachers Xu Jin and Xu Qingteng already have the aura of being born as protagonists, and Wang Ji and others are not much different.
Damn it, Jia Cong is just a scumbag in front of these people. Except for the so-called innate wisdom, he seems to be incomparable to anyone.
He stared at the four people curiously and looked at them carefully, especially Wang Ji, who devoted his writing to the army... no, Wang Ji, who devoted his sword to writing, and Zhou Yichang, the tiger-fighting hero.
If nothing else, at least these two disciples, who were definitely the disciples of Saint Kong, didn't run away.
If you want to reason with me, then I will talk to you about "The Analects of Confucius". But if you don't want to reason with me, then I will talk to you about "The Analects of Confucius".
Kong Wuli is powerful, and he is talking about these two!
If you don’t believe it, look at Zhou Yingxiong’s arms hidden in his sleeves. They are more than enough to run two horses!
After the shock of seeing the fierce man for the first time, Jia Cong felt inexplicable sadness: How can he be bright when he is already beautiful?
Forget it, since there's no comparison, let's hug the thigh.
With so many thighs, if you don't use them to trick people, you'd be sorry for God for putting such fierce people around you.
Snap, snap, snap!
Zhou Yingxiong smiled and stretched out his big hand and patted Jia Cong's shoulder three times. Jia Cong felt that he was suddenly three points shorter.
This strength...
Jia Cong grinned and begged for mercy: "Zhou Daru, Zhou Yingxiong, please be gentle, I am not a tiger, I can't resist your iron palm!"
Poof...hahahaha!
"Zhou Yingxiong? Hahahaha, I like this title!"
Zhou Yichang winked at Xu Jin and said, "Your little apprentice is interesting. I like it. Why don't you give it to me?"
Xu Jin rescued the young apprentice from Zhou Yichang's "devil's clutches" and curled his lips and said: "This is not possible, I am still waiting for brother Cong to take over my mantle. If you want an apprentice, find it yourself..."
Shen Benyuan stared at Jia Cong for a long time, then suddenly interjected: "Qingteng, your little apprentice is quite interesting. I saw surprise, respect, joy and a lot of clever ideas in his eyes!"
Um?
Xu Jin can understand that the four people in front of him are very knowledgeable and have amazing abilities. The young apprentice must be surprised and happy to see these four people.
And according to his understanding of his little apprentice, he was just playful, but his little apprentice always respected those who were capable.
But this damn idea...
"This kid is definitely harboring something evil and is plotting against a few of us."
Shen Benyuan stroked his long beard and smiled: "Boy, the teacher once told me that you like to take advantage of others. Are you thinking of using a few of us to trick others?"
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