Jia Daihua had no choice but to go to the backyard to count the rewards.
Although it was just a regular reward during the New Year, it came from the inner court, and he, the eldest son of the Viscount House, needed to personally supervise it to prevent any mistakes.
"Eighty pounds of snow sugar, eight bolts of satin, ten pounds of winter dates, four whale oil candles..."
There were shouts of counting, and all the rewards were piled up in the yard, showing the royal favor.
Jia Daihua felt amazing when he saw these novel things.
It's a pity that there are no weapons, let alone the legendary repeating blunderbuss used by the cavalry. Otherwise, it would be a lot of fun to use it.
"Master, we have finished counting everything. That's right. It's time to put it into storage." The housekeeper said softly.
"Then put them all into storage. They must be well preserved."
Jia Daihua casually arranged: "According to the rules of previous years, those foods that are not easy to preserve will be put into the kitchen these days."
"Forget it, let's leave it to my mother to deal with it. There has been a lot of it in the past few years. It is better to give it away than to put it in your mouth."
"Yes!" The housekeeper was very pleased with Jia Daihua's knowledge and knew how much he weighed.
Jia Daihua finished class listlessly in the afternoon. Fortunately, just after the Chinese New Year, his husband nagged for an hour and then ended, leaving him a lot of time.
Originally, there was no need to go to school during the New Year's Day, but who knew his son as his father? If he was given a few days to act wild, he would have to forget everything.
So I can only take one day off during the Chinese New Year, and I will ask my teacher to supervise me the rest of the time.
While it was still early in the day, Jia Daihua quietly left the house with a few servants and servants, and then left like a temple fair.
With the passage of time and the siphon effect in Beijing, a large number of talent vendors gathered in the capital, providing a lot of spiritual entertainment to the people of Beijing.
The busiest area is the overpass.
Today, this area is still a swampy area, which not only hinders the north-south passage of ordinary people, but also blocks the emperor's way to the altar of worship in the southern suburbs.
Therefore, a stone bridge was built here during the Yuan Dynasty.
Because it is the bridge that the emperor must cross to worship heaven, it is called "Overpass".
In the 32nd year of Jiajing (1553), twenty-eight miles of the outer city were built. The central axis of Beijing was extended from this point to Yongding Gate as the starting point. The overpass became a traffic hub on the central axis of the outer city. Merchants gathered on both sides, and wine shops There are many trees and they are becoming more and more prosperous day by day.
Three religions and nine streams, five elements and eight works, all kinds of juggling, and all kinds of food, from then on the flyover has become a place for people in Beijing to play in their free time.
Nowadays, with the arrival of Kun Opera in Beijing, the prosperity of Zaju, shadow puppetry, and various theaters and restaurants. Taking advantage of this trend, more than ten restaurants that accommodate opera singers have been established.
Jia Daihua naturally liked to join in the fun, especially dramas and storytelling. The scenes of those generals showing off their power on the battlefield attracted him deeply.
When he arrived at the box, several distinguished disciples of the same size were staring at the stage downstairs with amusement.
"What's wrong? Are you still going to the theater today?"
It turned out to be Zhuge Liang who borrowed the east wind. This is a good show.
After the scene was sung, several people came to their senses, and Jia Daihua asked quickly.
"Watching a theater is good, but it's not as good as being a woman." The white-faced young man sitting in the corner said with a smile, "I'm telling you, the taste of a woman, hey, not to mention it's so enjoyable, hey..."
"Bullshit." Jia Daihua said dissatisfied: "We are so young that we let go. How can we practice martial arts when we are weak?"
"Okay, don't mention this anymore." The young man sitting in the main seat, who was two years older than Jia Daihua, said helplessly:
"Jia Gouzi, the imperial court is opening a martial arts school!"
"Didn't it open a long time ago? It's just the martial arts hall."
Jia Daihua said strangely.
"That's different." The young man said distressedly: "This time in the martial arts school, most of the students are from noble families."
"The Holy One has said that he is afraid that we noble children will forget the hard work of our fathers, squander freely, not make progress, wait for death, and become useless people who only know how to play with women."
"So, all young people over the age of twelve must be recruited into the martial arts school to train in our skills."
"Yes, yes!" The white-faced boy nodded quickly, his face turned pale with fear:
"I heard that not only do you have to learn how to draw a bow and shoot an arrow, but you also need to learn how to ride a horse and use a musket. Isn't this asking for trouble?"
"My father endured so much hardship and finally allowed me to come out to enjoy the blessings. Now that he is suffering again, wouldn't their hard work be in vain?"
"That's great!" Jia Daihua said excitedly after hearing this: "It's not annoying to stay at home and study every day. As long as you can recognize the characters, it's enough. Do you have to memorize the Analects of Confucius?"
"If you go to that martial arts school, you won't have to suffer anymore."
"I knew you liked it." The young man in the main seat smiled bitterly: "When the time comes to enter the martial arts school, you have to take more care of our brothers."
"What's wrong?" Jia Daihua was confused.
"No one can escape from the hundreds of noble families in Beijing. Not only our viscount, but also the princes and princes' mansions. We have to let those young masters come out and suffer together."
"Our father's viscounts look good, but they can only be impressive in front of the people. In the eyes of those high-ranking disciples, they are nothing at all. Bullying is inevitable..."
Several people discussed advancing and retreating together, and then dispersed.
But Jia Daihua was in high spirits and could finally get rid of the nagging.
On the eighth day of the first lunar month, a heavy snowstorm hit the entire city of Beijing.
Under the eaves of every house, the snow is half a foot deep, which is extremely exaggerated.
Only the emperor knew that this was a warning of the arrival of the Little Ice Age, but it was hidden in winter and not noticeable at this time.
While Jia Daihua was walking around the Tianqiao, he watched everything from Zaju, shadow puppets, and even Kunqu opera. He felt that he knew something about General Wu, so he stayed at home and waited for the news.
Sure enough, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, hundreds of noble families in Beijing received another edict from the palace.
There is no cabinet countersignature on this.
But for the new rich, none of this matters, as long as it is what the emperor wants.
As a result, young men like Gouzi directly gathered into nearly a thousand people, and almost every household had two or three sons.
Only Jia's family is special. Only Jia Daihua is admitted to the school.
What excited them was that at the beginning of this training, the emperor met with them and gave them special treatment:
"As long as you train here for three months, you will be awarded the rank of Ninth Grade - Right Sergeant."
Now, everyone was excited.
This is not based on the legacy of their fathers, but on their real strength. For them, it is no less than adding chicken blood.
Unfortunately, whether it is long-distance running or military affairs such as drawing a bow, it can be said to be extremely painful for these second-generation warriors.
After half a month, less than half can persist.
But Jia Daihua is very comfortable, like a fish in water, and is a special kind of person.
