The emperor's trust in Jia Cong can no longer be described simply in the emperor's heart. He is truly closer than his own son.
In addition, he felt that Jia Cong was extremely talented in making money. He didn't even ask what he wanted to do in his name. He just threw a stack of white paper with a private seal to Jia Cong and let him go.
Jia Cong left the palace with this "imperial edict" in his arms. Before he returned home, he asked his soldiers to go to the largest trading houses in the capital to spread the message. He would be waiting at home at noon tomorrow, hoping to expand his family's business. If you are strong, come on time and don't wait when it's late.
In fact, the biggest problem in the DPRK now is not the lack of money, but the conservative concept of wealth, backward financial management methods, and basically solidified classes that can no longer keep up with the development speed of Daxia.
What will the people of the Central Plains do when they have money?
Buy land, buy land, buy fucking land!
Stretching from the sea to the east, the Pamir Plateau to the west, the ice fields to the north, and southern Xinjiang to the south, our ancestors conquered all the surrounding territories that they could see, but there was only so much land, and sometimes there was not enough land.
Since you all like to farm and buy land, I will give you this opportunity...
Less than a day after Jia Cong returned to Beijing, he had already figured out how to resolve the irreconcilable conflicts in the country.
"Brother Cong is finally back~"
"Congratulations to welcome Third Master back home!"
The carriage slowly stopped at the gate of Rongguo Mansion. Jia Cong opened the curtain and took a look. Sure enough, it was Baoyu leading the soldiers and servants of the mansion waiting at the gate.
"Brother Bao didn't go to the newspaper office today?"
Uh~
The originally happy Baoyu's smiling face fell down, and he muttered hesitantly: "Why bring this up so seriously?"
Ergou came up first and explained while suppressing a smile: "Second Master is ill, and Second Master Bao has taken leave to stay at home to take care of his illness..."
At the end of his words, Ergou lowered his voice: "Second Master Bao had more than ten confrontations with others in the newspaper, and he made several censors from the Metropolitan Procuratorate faint with scolding. The Second Master has been complained by his colleagues recently, and he is very angry."
oh?
No wonder the middle door wasn't even opened today. After all, this uncle of his had made a meritorious service and returned to the capital to be rewarded. There wasn't even a simple ceremony in front of the door.
Jia Cong looked at Baoyu in surprise, strode forward, put his arms around his shoulders, and winked: "Brother Bao, that's awesome. Have you left a sample newspaper? I must read it carefully."
Baoyu is still the same, blushing when someone praises him, without any of the heroic spirit when fighting in the novel.
He really wanted to refuse Jia Cong's affectionate move, but he pushed several times without success. Finally, he could only say in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "Don't mention it, my father scolded me several times for this matter. If it weren't for my ancestors and Lin My uncle stopped me, and he wanted to give me some family law."
I can't help but feel pain in my butt when I talk about this family's two-character treasure. It's really a shadow of my childhood.
Tsk tsk tsk~
It seemed that Mr. Bao was playing a big game this time. Jia Cong's curiosity instantly rose three levels. While dragging him into the house, he teased and asked for details.
"I just couldn't stand the bad behavior of some people, so I wrote a few articles in the newspaper to refute them. This way... that way... and then I annoyed several adults in the court..."
What Baoyu said was simple, but Jia Cong could imagine how powerful Mr. Bao, who was always able to say shocking things, would be with the newspaper.
Not to mention the few Neo-Confucian scholars in the court, even my own father, Mr. Zheng, was very angry.
"Take a big stick, a precious jade, and tie it with a rope! Close all the doors!"
The scene of three "taking" and one "off" was vivid in his mind. Jia Cong wanted to laugh when he thought of Mr. Zheng's standard teaching of children...
Although he wanted to laugh, he still wanted to laugh, but Jia Cong was still very lucky to have such a person in his family.
Daiyu and Baoyu join forces to fight against each other. Who will dare to provoke the Jia family easily in the future?
"What are you talking about? Are you so happy?"
"Eh? Sister Lin, you are also absent from work today~"
A girl wearing a pink skirt appeared in front of the Rongxi Hall, standing tall and graceful, smiling at the two of them with curved eyebrows.
While talking, the old man's voice came from the house: "Is Brother Cong back? Come in quickly and let grandma take a look..."
Jia's mother looks good. It seems that Mr. Zheng's illness is entirely a mental illness and nothing serious.
Rongxi Hall was as lively as ever, with a room full of Yingying Yanyan chatting with the old lady to relieve her boredom. However, today we did not see Mrs. Xing, Wang Xifeng and the second sister welcoming the Spring Festival, which was a strange thing.
"You're darker, you're thinner... you're finally back. These days, the government has been able to impeach you just as well as your second brother. It's good to be back, it's good to be back!"
The old lady didn't wait for Jia Cong to kowtow to say hello, then she came up to him, pulled him up, and looked at him carefully.
She has seen very clearly in the past few years that this concubine is the future of Rongguo Mansion and even the entire Jia family. Even Jia Lian, who inherited the Rongguo Mansion, is not as good as him.
The century-old glory and wealth of Rongguo Mansion rests on Jia Cong, so nothing should happen to him. This is also the reason why she allowed Baoyu to go around quarreling people to speak for Jia Cong, even though she offended many important officials in the court and important scholars in the opposition.
Jia Cong rubbed his fourth sister Xichun's head and said to the old lady: "It doesn't matter, my grandson's trip to Beijing is just to kill people. The old man planned it himself. He can't even kill him."
The old lady saw Jia Cong pointing his finger to the sky and understood.
The atmosphere in the room was a little low because of the killing, especially Li Wan, whose face turned a little pale.
The old lady dropped the subject and asked about going to the palace for an audience.
After Jia Cong made some random remarks, he asked about Mr. Zheng's situation.
He said that Cao Cao was about to arrive. Master Zheng heard that Jia Cong had arrived home and dragged his "sick body" to Rongxi Hall.
Before anyone could enter the door, Baoyu shrank into the old lady's arms.
The corners of Jia Cong's mouth twitched. He's so old, but he still crawls into the old lady's arms when something happens. It's really...
As soon as Mr. Zheng entered the room, he saw his son hiding in the old lady's arms. His face sank and he was about to scold him.
However, Jia Cong stepped forward to pay his respects first, which attracted Master Zheng's attention to him.
"Why is Brother Cong making such a big fuss in Shanxi? Although punishing lawlessness is what saints and disciples of our generation should do, you can't go on a killing spree. Look, how many people in the government and the public have been impeached..."
Needless to say, since Mr. Zheng was promoted to a higher position and joined the Metropolitan Procuratorate, he has made great progress in all aspects.
He wanted to promote but restrained before he could. He scolded his nephew for a while, and then began to give him all kinds of free praise and praise.
"If the old lady and your uncle hadn't gone around asking people to protect you, you wouldn't have been called a murderer. But there's nothing wrong with what you did. Shanxi has been corrupted to this point, and those officials and gentry will never be able to atone for their sins. If I were in Taiyuan , I’m afraid I will be like you, kill him with his head rolled over, and give the people of Shanxi a clear sky!"
Jia Zheng said a lot in one breath, and finally said to the old lady: "Mother, don't blame brother Cong. It's really the people in Shanxi who have gone too far. There are more than a thousand innocent women. Thinking about it makes people angry." …”
"Okay, I didn't say what Brother Cong did was wrong."
Mother Jia rolled her eyes at her son. She only complained a few times after hearing the news that day that Jia Cong was too troublesome, and she didn't really blame him.
Only the second child can do this lame excuse protection.
"Brother Cong is very happy to be back. Let the kitchen make arrangements. Tonight's dinner will be placed in Rongxi Hall. Have someone go to the Ministry of Revenue to talk to Son-in-law Lin and ask him to come back early. Also, go to Dongfu to invite him. Jing'er and the others come over, let's have a nice get-together as a family."
The old lady was still thinking about Jia Lian, who was dealing with the Tatars in Xuan Mansion, and she was thinking about getting the family together to do some calculations to see if they could be of any help. Jia Lian could not be left alone to fight outside.
…
The night banquet in the mansion was enjoyable. After the girls and daughter-in-law returned to the small courtyard, Jia Mu, Jia Jing, Jia Zheng, Lin Ruhai and Jia Cong talked about the affairs of Xuan Mansion in Rongxi Hall.
Now that the old lady had looked away, her vision and strategy had naturally returned to the high ground, and she got to the point with one sentence.
"I'm not worried that Lian'er will lose the war, but I'm worried that there will be people in the government looking for a trap, especially those literati who can't stand the military commanders. Another point is that our family is currently cooking, do we need to let Lian'er self-defeat himself? ?Throughout the dynasties, those who have made great achievements and shocked their masters have never had a good end."
Mr. Jing shook his head: "No, the saint is still here. Your Majesty is not a king cooked by cunning rabbits and dead lackeys."
"I'm talking about the crown prince. Lian'er is only in his twenties. If he really drinks Ma Hanhai and becomes a general who destroys the country in his twenties, in the future, if the emperor feels that the new prince cannot suppress him... Besides, there are still young people in the palace. The prince is here..."
The old lady's words made Jia Jing stunned, and then he fell into deep thought.
Jia Zheng opened his mouth, wanting to say that it was not the ministers who suspected the king, but in the end he could not say it.
"The prince is not a suspicious person. The royal family has always been kind to my Jia family. As long as we abide by the principles of being a minister, there will be no problem."
Jia Cong's words failed to win the approval of others in the room. Instead, the old lady spoke again: "I'm not saying that the prince will be suspicious of our family, but don't forget, the emperor doesn't have the final say in this world. Sometimes The emperor cannot disobey the will of the court. He is even more powerful than the Supreme Emperor, who had to treat the four kings of different surnames favorably against his will."
"The old lady is right. As there is no longer a war in the country, civil society will come first. If we don't say it by then, we will use civil society to control military affairs. I am afraid that suppressing military officials will become inevitable."
Lin Ruhai sighed and continued: "I have also been thinking about this these days. Maybe Lian'er should not fight this battle. Our family is originally from the same family, but now we have Brother Cong, a hereditary and irreplaceable person. Earl, if there is another young general who drinks like Han Haile and Shi Yanran, then the whole court will probably stare at the Jia family."
Why are you staring at the Jia family? Of course it's a case of impeachment.
I'm afraid there will be many people using magnifying glasses to look for the faults of the Jia family. It is estimated that it will be a mistake to enter Fengtian Hall with one's left foot.
Jia Jing nodded: "That's what it is, but we don't need to worry too much. Lian'er has been provocative and blocked the envoy privately. The merits and demerits are equal to each other. Although Lian'er is a little wronged, it is still a way out. .”
"Brother Jing is right, I think so too. In the past few days, I will ask a few people of the same age to use this to write a book and let Lian'er retire safely."
Jia Jing and Lin Ruhai settled the matter with one sentence each, blocking Jia Cong's objections.
He didn't quite agree with the suspicions of the old lady and others, but he was the youngest in his generation in this room and had no right to speak.
Until it was three o'clock in the morning on the second day, when Jia Cong woke up from bed, he felt a little mysterious. He didn't expect that he had to desecrate himself for the sake of perfection.
"Oh, what is all this!"
"What's the matter? Why are you sighing at such a young age?"
Um?
Jia Cong looked around and saw a familiar face outside the window.
"Fourth brother? Why are you here?"
Liu Hong held a cup of tea in his hand and sat leisurely on the rocking chair under the eaves, admiring the scenery in the small courtyard.
He came out of the palace early in the morning and stopped the maid who wanted to wake up Jia Cong. While waiting for Jia Cong to wake up, he enjoyed the rare peace and quiet.
"There are constant commotions in the court, so I took the opportunity to see you to get some peace and quiet. Tell me, what are you worried about? It's not like Master Yumao to sigh early in the morning!"
Liu Hong knew Jia Cong very well. Not only was this kid very arrogant, he was also a happy-go-lucky mischief-maker.
Sometimes he felt that Jia Cong lived a more free and happy life than he did, and could do whatever he wanted. Even if the sky was broken, there would still be people to support him, but he was much happier than the prince himself.
Wait, one of the people who seems to be supporting this kid is Liu Hong himself... Gan!
When he thought of this, Liu Hong looked at Jia Cong with a look of resentment in his eyes.
Jia Cong was stared at by the Crown Prince with resentful eyes, which made him feel a little hairy.
He wrapped himself in a blanket and shrank to the corner of the bed: "Fourth brother, don't look at me like that, I'm scared~"
Liu Hong curled his lips: "Is there anything else you, Jia Cong, are afraid of?"
"There really is..."
Jia Cong suddenly sighed again and asked quietly: "Fourth brother, if one day you become emperor and the Jia family becomes the public enemy of the entire dynasty and is impeached on unfounded charges, what will fourth brother do?"
Liu Hong was stunned for a moment, then his eyes narrowed: "Someone is driving a wedge between you and me?"
"No, I just thought of this accidentally. After all, the word "higher merits than master" is not that uncommon."
Jia Cong asked again tentatively: "Fourth brother, my family is like a raging fire cooking oil. The second brother has made up his mind to kill Shi Yanran. He returned to Beijing at the age of twenty-seven with the power of destroying the country. Does the fourth brother think this is a good thing or a bad thing? "
Liu Hong replied without hesitation: "Of course it's a good thing. Your second brother can be said to be the number one among the younger generation of martial arts disciples. Even my father said that you two brothers will be my right-hand men in the future." , can you lift me to the point where I will cut off my own arm?"
This is not a lie, not only did the Second Saint say so, but he himself also thought so.
"What happened? Why do you think you have all this?"
Jia Cong did not talk about what happened last night, but put the concerns of the old lady and others on himself, and talked about it with Liu Hong.
After hearing this, Liu Hong also had a solemn look on his face. Not to mention, the Jia family is really burning with fire now, and in the future it is very likely that they will become a highly successful person and a public enemy of the entire dynasty.
The word "higher merits than master" is really not a good word. By then, even if I don't doubt the Jia family, the general trend of the court will force me to suppress the Jia family, or even ruthlessly attack the Jia family.
"Oh, what is all this!"
"What does it look like to sigh at such a young age? My dear grandson, have you encountered something difficult? Tell me and ask grandpa to give you some advice?"
This voice is so familiar!
Liu Hong and Jia Cong were both startled and looked towards the porch of the small courtyard.
Sure enough, Dai Quan supported the old man and walked slowly over.
Jia Cong quickly climbed out of bed, not even bothering to put on his shoes, and ran out of the house wearing only his underwear.
"Grandpa Huang..."
"Sage, why did you leave the palace?"
I’ll stop here tonight and continue tomorrow. Good night!
(End of chapter)
