The sun rose in the east and set in the west. It was another day. Seeing that the Xue family was finally at peace, Jia Chu did not waste time in Jinling anymore. Xue Pan also did not dare to cause trouble because of the murder. Jia Chu left a message to everyone in the Beggar Clan. , every year they send people to give them elixir to suppress the life and death talisman in their bodies, and then leave.
As for whether the Zhen family would intervene afterwards and how the Beggar Clan would deal with it, he didn't care. Small people have great wisdom and can prosper in Jinling City. He doesn't think those helmsmen are stupid. Qing, it was just because he had given them a blow, leaving them helpless.
This time, he set his sights on the Northland. Not even a few years after the great peace in Kangxi, the Northland was experiencing turmoil again, especially Oala, which was the most noisy place and would come to the border every now and then to catch the autumn breeze.
The Jurchens in the northeast and Turpan in the northwest are not honest either. It can be said that the Nine Borders have never been very stable, but for some reason this year, these major forces have made an appointment to take action together, making Dakang tired of dealing with it. , and then the wind of unmatched virtue blew into the court.
Although the history of this world is somewhat different from the five thousand years of China that he is familiar with, the general trend has not changed much. It is just that Dakang replaced the Ming Dynasty and led people to overthrow the Yuan Dynasty. He is familiar with the historical trend and knows that, Compared with the small countries of Annan and Siam in the south, those forces in the north are existences that cannot be ignored.
Especially the Jurchen who is hiding behind Oala and is quietly growing. I am afraid no one can imagine that a few hundred years later, this small tribe will rise and then unify the Central Plains.
This time he planned to go north to take a look at the Northland to see what was going on now. If possible, it would be best to eliminate the Jurchen tribe first to avoid future troubles.
This time, he did not choose a carriage to go north, mainly because it was too slow. When he came here, it took him two months to reach Jinling.
Speaking of coming to Jinling, there was actually one thing that he felt was a bit strange. He was a branch of the Jia family who had no idea how many branches he had. How could someone be watching him? Moreover, before he left the capital, those people had never appeared at all. It was only after he left the capital that these people followed him. However, after that, he saw that these people did nothing but monitor. He still had plans of his own, so he didn't want to touch them, so he just let them go.
The river was turbulent, and the green hills on both sides were emptied. He quickly backed up behind him. Looking at the surging river, he felt the splashes of water bursting in the air from time to time, and then turned into pearl-like water droplets and fell on him. A trace of coolness lingered in his heart. , Jia Qi felt a little emotional.
Thousands of years ago, there was an ancient man who wandered on the same river as him and sang with emotion.
"The White Emperor bids farewell to the colorful clouds, and the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day!"
This was the sentiment of the Poet Immortal Li Taibai when he was going down the river. I wonder what the Poet Immortal was thinking when he was riding the boat. Are you talking to the boatman? He was still drinking delicious fish soup, or he was in a mood for poetry, singing his own masterpieces, but after thinking about that guy's other name, he shook his head again, and he felt a little nauseous in his heart. Traveling thousands of miles a day, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, I may have seen enough. In the loneliness, I may not have opened my mind long ago, drank the wine in my belly, already filled my heart with sorrow, rekindled the great pride in my heart, and passed away in my soul.
Or it’s like “Go east across the Yangtze River, and the waves will be gone, and you’ll be a romantic figure through the ages!”
This is Su Dongpo's feelings when he visited Red Cliff. Facing the magnificent scenery of the river, it is difficult for anyone to make any euphemistic words. Su Dongpo's poem is even more heroic.
Of course, there are many people who have sung the praises of this great river and left behind popular poems. Now that he has come to this time and space, he has unknowingly become an ancient person from another time and space. For a moment, he is reminded of those literati and poets. It's as if I'm seeing myself, and I can't help but sigh that fate is really unpredictable!
But this time when he went north, he was no longer alone. He had a follower beside him, and that was Yinglian.
This little girl is stubborn and accepts death. Knowing that Jia Chu bought her, she only recognizes Jia Chu. Even if she met Guo Er a few times, she ignored him. In desperation, Jia Chu had to temporarily take him with her. She thought that when she got closer to the capital, she would find someone to give her to Xichun to take care of her temporarily.
Time passed by, and it was already past noon. The boatman got a fresh fish from somewhere, stewed the fish soup, and called Jia Qi and Ying Lian, who had already been dressed as a boy, to come over and have a taste.
Jia Qi did not refuse after hearing this, and took Ying Lian to the bow of the boat. At this time, the fish soup was already white and it was at its most delicious. The boatman gave Jia Qi and Ying Lian a bowl each, with only a little bit in it. Chopped green onions are extremely simple.
But thinking of being on the boat, Jia Qi didn't pay so much attention. He thanked the old man, took the fish soup to cool down, and started chatting with him.
"This fish soup is so original and delicious that you can't find it in the city! It's really a treat for me!!"
When the boatman heard Jia Qi's words, he couldn't help but laugh, looking quite contented.
"Young master, what you said is true. This sea bass is one of the best in Jinling, especially the one just caught from the river. It tastes even more delicious. You can't taste this kind of taste in the city!"
When Jia Qi heard this, he was a little curious and asked aloud: "Is this fish really special?"
The old man's face lit up with joy, and he spoke again: "Young Master is indeed a scholar, and he is smart. In fact, this fish is really very particular. When it was first caught, it was very lively and alive. The fish is so fresh." The soup is also the most delicious. When we wander around and return to the city, the fish will be considered good if it survives! At that time, the meat of the fish was soft and inelastic. Unsatisfactory!”
Jia Qi was stunned for a moment and looked at the fish guard tied to the bow of the boat. He was a little puzzled and said, "Why do you say that? Don't you have a fish guard here?"
Hearing Jia Qi's question, the old man curled his lips and said, "It's okay if this thing is useful. When you encounter those beasts, even the best fish guards are in vain!"
Hearing this, Jia Qi frowned. It seemed that the old man had something else on his mind!
"Old man, what does this mean? Can you tell me something?"
Seeing Jia Qi's curiosity, the boatman didn't hide it and began to elaborate on the power of it. He only said that there was a group of rogues at Jinling Pier who blocked passing fishing boats and demanded fees. This group of people was strange, they didn't beat anyone, they just Containment, if they don't pay any favors, they will block the fishing boats for an hour and prevent them from landing. Although the fish guard is effective, the space is small after all. Over time, the fish in the fish guard will be suffocated to death. At that time, their fishermen will naturally not be able to sell them at a good price.
After Jia Qi heard this, he sighed slightly and asked, "Are the yamen just going to ignore this matter?"
The old man sighed and said, "Young Master, you are joking. Those gentlemen are not working for poor people like us. They have to ask people to write petitions, hire lawyers, and deal with everything. I don't know how much money it costs to do this. In the end, we still have to pay for it." I don’t know if I can win this lawsuit. Who among those fishermen has the money to do that? So later on, many fishermen changed their profession and started the ferry business! The old man was one of them! "
While talking, Yinglian who was drinking fish soup suddenly fainted. She spilled the fish soup in the bowl all over the floor. Jia Qi's eyes suddenly became a little deep. He sighed in his heart and slowly took Yinglian away first. He helped him up and leaned on the cabin, then looked at the old man again and said with some sadness: "Is the old man talking about the ferry business of killing people and stealing goods?"
