Tonight on the Chinese Valentine's Day, watch the blue sky and the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl crossing the river bridge.
Every family begged for luck and looked at the autumn moon, wearing tens of thousands of red silk threads.
It's July 7th again. Even though the war between Liaodong and Xuanfu is in full swing, the festive atmosphere in the capital is still very strong.
The eldest sister of Rongguo Mansion has grown one year older. Everyone at home deliberately avoided Jia Lian's affairs in the grassland and desert today and celebrated her birthday happily.
Jia Cong has been squatting in front of the emperor these days. Unfortunately, it is not easy to transmit news on the grassland, not to mention that Jia Lian went thousands of miles deep into the desert. For more than a month, no news was sent back. I was really anxious.
The laughter always comes first, but Wang Xifeng, who is like a concubine and fairy, has a sad look on her face. In the past few days, she has been a little distracted when dealing with the general affairs of the house, and she has made several mistakes in succession.
"Sister Feng, don't worry. I asked Mr. Zhang today when I saw him. He said it was a good thing that Cousin Lian didn't send back any news. He was following the old story of Huo Qiaoqi in the Han Dynasty, and he made surprise attacks on the Tatars. Royal Court, no news is good news. It is estimated that when the court receives news about him, the Tartar Royal Court will be destroyed."
Daiyu specially took half a day off today and returned to Rongguo Mansion from the Rites Yamen in advance. When helping Wang Xifeng arrange a banquet, he saw that he was restless and comforted him with a few words.
Wang Xifeng forced out a smile, put a seven-color undershirt on her eldest sister, and handed it to Yingchun who was standing aside.
"Why am I worried about him? When we were in Jinling, the people in the south of the Yangtze River had to build a Wuquxing temple for him. How could the god of death in the eyes of the Japanese pirates and the Wuquxing in the eyes of the people be lost in the hands of the Tatars?"
He said it lightly, but there has been no news for more than a month, so who can not be worried?
Daiyu praised: "That's true, that is to say, cousin Lian will take the title of uncle in the future. Otherwise, after this battle, our family will probably have another champion. Right, Mrs. Champion... "
"You're such a mouthful, you know how to tease people."
Wang Xifeng was finally amused by Daiyu. She put her hand on Daiyu's smooth forehead and said teasingly: "You haven't married yet, so we have one family. When the second sister and her hairpin ceremony are over in February next year, I will tell my uncle. I’ll start preparing things for you to get your haircut, and I’ll try to welcome you in the next year.”
As soon as she mentioned the gift of hair extensions, Yingchun's face instantly turned red while she was playing with her eldest sister in her arms.
These days, she has actually taken over most of Liu Xianglian's family affairs, which Liu Xianglian asked for from the old lady.
On the day Jia Cong returned to Beijing from Shanxi, she followed Mrs. Xing and Wang Xifeng to Prince Zhongshun's Mansion to take over the Liu family's property from Princess Cui.
Everyone thought that Liu Xianglian was the descendant of a down-and-out prince, but they didn't expect that Liu's father had actually entrusted the Liu family's property to the old thirteenth couple.
With the secret help of Old Thirteen and his wife, there was no chance even if the Liguo Palace wanted to annex Liu Xianglian's family business.
When Princess Cui handed the account book to Yingchun, Wang Xifeng was shocked by the numbers on the account book.
After Wang Xifeng finished teasing Daiyu, she turned her target to welcome the spring.
She smiled and said: "Your second brother told me before that when you get married, you will marry two more shops and a village. I didn't expect that now it seems that your second brother and I are the only ones who are poor."
"If Sister Feng says that she is poor, then how many people in the capital dare to say that she is rich."
Daiyu counted on Wang Xifeng's fingers: "I heard my grandmother say that when cousin Lian was in Jinling, he not only joined the Jiangnan Shipyard, but also ran a sea-going fleet with Prince Wu's Mansion. This sea trade is very profitable, and you can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars every time. Not to mention that Sister Feng, you yourself invested half of your dowry in Brother Cong's glaze workshop."
Wang Xifeng raised her eyebrows: "Didn't some of your sisters also vote?"
"I'm not as rich as Sister Feng. One investment is fifty thousand taels of silver."
The glaze workshop Daiyu mentioned is the technology that Jia Cong and the Ministry of Industry want to make breakthroughs now.
The manufacturing process of glass seems simple but is actually much more difficult than gunpowder.
It has been more than a year, and so far it can only produce slightly variegated glass, and it is still unable to produce flat glass with a slightly larger area.
Wang Xifeng looked at the newly installed light green glass on the window and raised the corners of her mouth.
This is currently the biggest business after woolen fabrics. According to Jia Cong's estimation, when the dividend is paid out at the end of the year, the 50,000 taels of silver she invested alone will bring a profit of no less than 10,000 taels of silver.
"You guys are not bad either. Brother Cong prefers you sisters. This member of Liulicongfang will be your confidence in the future."
Jia Cong originally gave all his sisters in the family shares in the Liulicong Workshop. Even Tanchun, who didn't have much money on hand, was considered equal to Yingchun. Each person's share is 10,000 taels of silver. If the money is insufficient, he will make up for it himself.
With this stable income, the girls in Rongguo Mansion will become the richest women in the entire Daxia.
Rich family? They are wealthy themselves!
"By the way, where is Brother Cong? Why did he disappear as soon as he finished lunch?"
Hearing Wang Xifeng ask about Jia Cong, Daiyu raised her forehead and said, "He doesn't know what he's been thinking these days. Suddenly he got interested and became a dandy. He led the general to the market every day, but he didn't know what he was thinking about in Beijing." Young Master is in trouble..."
…
Although the Chinese Valentine's Day is a grand event for women to beg for skills, it has also become a festival for young people.
There are large and small temple fairs and markets all over the capital. In Nanchifang City, there is a grand poetry gathering organized by the Capital Chamber of Commerce, and in the evening there is an oiran convention.
"They actually played a draft. Daxia's businessmen really know how to play!"
Jia Cong glanced at the notice posted at the gate of Nanchifang City and curled his lips.
"Big Cat, let's go!"
He patted the top of the big cat's head, closed the folding fan in his hand with a snap, and took steps that he didn't recognize.
As soon as I stepped into the square gate with my left foot, there was a person not far ahead whose eyes widened in fear, and then ┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~
"Oh my God, that person is here again!"
boom!
The young men in brocade clothes who were wandering around in the market all trembled. Many of them immediately aimed at the nearby shop and rushed in.
On the other hand, the children playing in the market ran to both sides of the road one by one, with stars in their eyes, staring at Jia Cong...the General Huwei next to him.
The big cat is really big now. The parents of General Huwei were tribute from Liaodong to the sage during the Zhaowu period.
An adult big cat is more than eight feet long and weighs four hundred kilograms. A cat is so big that it can be stewed in a pot... I don't dare to stew this one.
In the capital, the popularity of Jia Cong, the royal cat, is obviously not as popular as this large tattooed gold gradient.
As soon as I took a few steps into Fangshi, a group of children immediately gathered around me. The big cat let the children pet him and happily ate the food the children fed him.
Jia Cong took a look at the big cat's fat figure and twitched the corner of his mouth. This cat is a useless cat. Ever since it tasted the sweetness of being petted and fed by a child, this cat has completely become a useless cat.
Where is the majesty of being the king of beasts?
Jia Cong snatched the candied haws from a child, threw a silver bean to the child who was about to cry, and looked at the people on both sides who were peeking at him.
In the past few days, he had beaten a total of eighteen sons of ministers and more than thirty wealthy young men, provoking nearly a hundred impeachment memorials, and was charged with various charges such as arrogance, domineering, dandy and rudeness.
Many people thought that Jia Cong was cooking oil for himself in the fierce fire of Rongguo Mansion. In fact, he was dragged out by the sage to be a tool.
Older people are becoming more and more like children. When they are unreasonable, no one can stop the old man.
Zhen Baoyu's matter was like a thorn in the heart of the Supreme Emperor. He felt that as he gradually disappeared from the court, the central and local officials no longer took him seriously.
Since he is not happy, no one can be happy.
So, the old man took General Huwei out of Longshou Palace and gave it to Jia Cong to walk the cat outside every day.
In this way, the imperial cat with the word "王" on its forehead became the most beautiful scenery in the capital.
The children in Beijing are happy when there is a big cat masturbating. But those princes' sons and nephews were not happy because they became the old man's punching bag.
Of course, in Jia Cong's opinion, the old man must have other ideas. How could the majestic Emperor Zhaowu be so boring as to tease these dandies?
Snap!
Maybe it was because Jia Cong had been staring at the second-floor window of a teahouse on the left when he was in a daze, and someone hiding in the window accidentally dropped the teacup in his hand.
The sound of the teacup being smashed was not loud, but it woke up Jia Cong who was in a daze.
I saw a frightened expression on the man's face, shaking his head constantly, and muttering something in his mouth.
Jia Cong chuckled and waved to the man: "Oh, Mr. Song, you are too naughty. I told you not to throw things away..."
When Song Zizhao saw Jia Cong waving to him, he shuddered and was about to hide back. He accidentally knocked down the teapots on the tables next to the railing.
Jia Cong immediately clapped his hands: "Why... look, you threw away the teapot again before I finished speaking! This teapot is precious porcelain. Throwing it away will pollute the environment. What if it hits a child? Even if it is smashed, It’s not a good thing if the children hit those flowers and plants.”
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense..."
Since the last time he was beaten up by He Chong and Jia Cong in a restaurant because of his talk about Baochai, Song Zizhao, the nephew of Uncle Weiyuan, was angry and dissatisfied at first. Later, he met his friend He Qinsi His home was confiscated and he was exiled. He was already scared out of his wits.
Weiyuanbo's Mansion finally spent a lot of money to get a promise from Prince Zhongshun's Mansion that he would not pursue the case again, and then he had the idea to continue his promiscuity.
Unexpectedly, within a few days, I met Jia Cong again...
Jia Cong pulled the big cat out from the group of children, and each one went to the teahouse.
There were originally a few friends in Song Zizhao's private room, but they had already disappeared without a trace before Jia Cong went upstairs.
"It seems that Mr. Song still misses me as an old friend, and he didn't even leave..."
Song Zizhao really wanted to leave, but did he have the courage?
Jia Cong looked more like the master of the elegant room than Song Zizhao. He called to the servants of the Song family and said: "You...yes, it's you, go and have two more dishes and drinks brought up. By the way, some more meat, my uncle's cat Not vegetarian!”
The man secretly glanced at the trembling master, then at the tiger staring at him, and ran out as if fleeing.
"Master Song, what my uncle told you a few days ago has been done?"
Song Zizhao was about to cry. A few days ago, he was blocked by Jia Cong when he was learning foreign languages from some beauties from the West in a brothel. He was not beaten, but Jia Cong gave him an almost impossible task.
"Uncle, the things you mentioned are really beyond the reach of lower officials."
Jia Cong glanced at Song Zizhao: "Silly, I want you to tell Uncle Weiyuan. Just because you can't reach me, doesn't mean that your uncle can't."
ah?
His eyes widened, and then he shook his head violently.
"Uncle, my uncle really has nothing to do with those people in Jiangnan!"
"Is it? lol!"
Jia Cong sneered and tapped his fingers on several cases.
He said solemnly: "Listen, just because I let the Song family go last time, it doesn't mean that I don't know about your family's collusion with He Baoshan and others in Jiangnan's unjust business affairs. This time, how dare you plot to kill my teacher? This uncle will never let go of any murderer, including accomplices. Song Zizhao, I will only give you three days. After three days, I will draw up the sea trade routes you are participating in and send them to Rongguo Mansion."
Song Zizhao became quiet this time. He was Weiyuan Bo Song Ji's favorite nephew and the only direct male heir of this generation of the Song family. He did know his family's relationship with the Jiangnan gang.
The Song family was indeed involved in maritime trade smuggling in Jiangnan and made huge profits. But he really doesn’t know the sea trade route map.
"Uncle, aren't you afraid that your uncle will tell others about this?"
Jia Cong raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You can give it a try? Or, do you think that if your uncle reveals this matter, the Song family will be able to leave the capital?"
Song Zizhao shuddered, and he felt the extreme coldness from Jia Cong's tone.
At this time, he remembered something. Xu Jin and Xu Qingteng were assassinated a few days ago...
If the person on my side breaks the rules, how can the other party continue to abide by them?
I'm afraid that everyone who has anything to do with Jiangnan's gang has been secretly watched by the soldiers of the Rongguo Mansion.
Song Zizhao took a deep breath of cold air, hunched over his hands and said: "I understand, I will go back and discuss the matter with my uncle. In three days, the chart will be sent to my uncle. Please be merciful and give me A chance for the Song family to survive."
After that, Song Zizhao was about to leave the private room.
But Jia Cong raised his hand to stop him: "Don't worry, since we have met, Mr. Song might as well tell me about your family and Jiangnan..."
…
Song Zizhao's move was just a random arrangement by Jia Cong. His goal was not just to get a sea map.
The sea maps of the previous dynasty that the imperial court dug out from the pile of old papers were too old, and the Yi people had hidden their secrets. On the contrary, the group of smuggling merchants in the south of the Yangtze River had the most complete maritime trade route map, including the two major directions of the West and the East. .
Moreover, according to the information obtained by the Dragon Guard's spies, someone from Jiangnan has already been to America and returned safely.
Jia Cong must get this line.
As for getting the chart, Jia Cong would immediately ask Wang Chenghai's Jinghai Guards to send out troops to replay the role of pirates, block the waterway, and intercept and kill the smuggling merchants in the south of the Yangtze River.
Since you have broken the rules, I will also break the rules. If you hurt my teacher, I will directly cut off your wealth. Let’s see who dies first!
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I’ll stop here tonight and continue tomorrow. Good night!
(End of chapter)
