The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 133

Jia Cong rubbed his toes heavily on the ground and rolled off the layer of oily skin on Zhen Yingjia's neck. He said to Wu Weizhong, "Tell Jiang Xiang that when you write the memorial, mention Zhen Yingjia." I am committing suicide out of fear of sin, and I will give a secret to the emperor."

Wu Weizhong was originally worried that if the main criminal was dead, the people in the court would not let it go.

But seeing Jia Cong so calm, he felt relieved.

When he went to deliver the message, he suddenly remembered that the trust he had in his boss came out of nowhere!

I don’t know where it started, but it goes deeper!
The next day, when the Jiangnan officialdom came to their senses, Jia Cong and others had dug out all the silver and gold bricks from the cracks in the walls of the Zhen family. Including the Jia family's 5 taels of silver, a total of more than 330 million taels of silver had been recovered. , all pulled to the camp.

The entire officialdom was in shock, and everyone was confused. They huddled at home like quails, not knowing how to move.

The main thing is that Zhen Yingjia is actually dead!
If he had not died, there is no doubt that at this time, from the governor of Liangjiang to the prefect of Jinling Prefecture, Jia Yucun, those salt merchants still knew which direction to work in. Naturally, they swarmed to impeach Jia Cong and sent soldiers from the guard station. He snatched people from Jia Cong's hands and contacted the people in the court to attack Jia Cong swarmingly.

Even if the emperor continued to protect him, Jia Cong could hardly compete with most of the officialdom, but Zhen Yingjia died.

Xia Jin didn't have time to count the money, so he hurriedly called Jia Cong into the tent. He ignored the polite questions and went straight into the tunnel, "Cong'er, did Zhen Yingjia really commit suicide out of fear of crime?"

Yes, in Jiangnan official circles, another reason why they dare not move is Zhen Yingjia's "suicide in fear of crime."

In official circles, even fathers, sons, and sons-in-law will not easily believe what the other person says. They know people well but don’t know their hearts. Who can know what the person sitting across from him is planning in his heart?

Who knows what evidence the emperor has about the Zhen family, what exactly Jia Cong found in the Zhen family, and who knows what the Zhen family is thinking. If they want to change the dynasty, they don't understand anything and just start making noises. , the one who pleads for mercy might even be beheaded before the defendant.

Jia Cong said, "Master, Zhen Yingjia really committed suicide out of fear of crime!"

Whether he committed suicide out of fear of crime is no longer important. What is important is that Zhen Yingjia is already dead.

Jia Cong felt that the current generation of the Zhen family was still not good enough. Their psychological quality was too poor. Didn't they just accumulate too much money?As for being scared to death?

Since there was no real rebellion, the old concubine was still in the harem, the Zhen family had a century-old foundation, and the Supreme Emperor and the Emperor were still at each other's throats, Zhen Yingjia's family could not risk death no matter what.

However, Zhen Yingjia guessed that she was frightened by his abnormal operation, and thought that she had volunteered to die and fulfilled the emperor's wish. For his sake, the emperor would definitely be open to the Zhen family. If he had previously planned to be exiled for three thousand miles If you go to Qiongzhou Island, you can change your sentence and be exiled two thousand miles to Huangzhou, or a slightly better place.

Sure enough, one cannot be rich for more than five generations. People who grow up in a wealthy family may be more knowledgeable and generous, but their courage and style will be affected.

God is fair to everyone!

The reason why Jia Cong didn't tell Xia Jin the real situation was that Xia Jin was really kind to him, just like a normal biological father. Although he was trying to make a way for himself, there were so many difficulties and obstacles along the way. Don't want Xia Jin to worry.

He would think about Xia Jin when something good happened, so there was no need to tell him about such a scary thing.

Xia Jin was a military attaché, not so thoughtful and a disciple. As soon as Jia Cong said it, he believed it and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. His family has copied so much money. What are you going to do?" manage?"

Jia Cong tapped his fingers on the table inadvertently, "With so much silver, according to the old rules, we can keep a small part. I thought I would just keep a small part and add a small change. After all, we are fighting against Japanese aggression." We also need money, and the soldiers also owe a lot of pay and silver, so we can’t just rely on robbing Japanese pirates to make up for it every time.”

Xia Jin nodded and said, "Then leave seven to eight million taels. This is too much. I wonder if the doctors of Lantai Temple in the court who are full and have nothing to do but spit too much will curse people again?"

Jia Cong glanced at Xia Jin and said, "Master, seven or eight million taels is too little. When I say a small part plus a fraction, I mean 80 million taels! If only seven or eight hundred thousand taels are left, wouldn't I have worked in vain?"

Xia Jin just took a sip of tea and spurted it out suddenly. He turned to look at Jia Cong, with water still hanging on his chin.

"You only plan to give the court 200 million taels?"

Jia Cong said, "I will give you 300 million taels. Master, can you get it into the hands of the emperor? Master has forgotten that there is an old Pixiu in the palace who can only go in and out. No matter how much you give, can the emperor keep it?"

Xia Jin suddenly became depressed, "Liaodong is anxiously waiting for money!"

The former emperor replaced four general soldiers in three years, and not long ago, another one was dismissed.

After all, it's not that the general is really incompetent, but that it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without straw.

In addition, the Li family has been immersed in that place for too long. Those soldiers have eaten up the Li family's money and food for so many years. They don't pay them here and cannot win people's hearts. Who will help sell their lives?
"So, if possible, the less money you can send to the court, the better. Regarding the money, I plan to send a secret to the palace to give the emperor some air first, and then I can sort out the money. Now that it’s done, let’s talk about sending it away.”

For the present plan, this is the only way to go.

After eight hundred miles of haste, when the Zhezi was sent to the palace along with Fran's gun, it was only less than a day before the "earthquake" in Jiangnan was reported.

Last time, Jia Cong used Xia Jin's channel to send secret discounts. Later, since the emperor gave Jia Cong all the authority to "act cheaply", this secret discount channel was naturally opened for him.

Jia Cong's pavilion body appeared in front of the emperor's eyes. The emperor actually had the mood to say "Okay", and then he hurriedly looked at it. After looking at it, he was like a statue, sitting still, his eyes were also He stared blankly at the words without moving his eyes.

Song Hong didn't know what happened. After waiting for a few breaths, he saw that the emperor had no intention of moving. He waited for a while, but the emperor still didn't look moved. The wind outside the window blew in, and he could only see a few of the emperor's penis. The hair on the temples was blowing, and the whole person seemed to be stiff.

"Your Majesty!" Song Hong was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. The Emperor had only been in power for a few days, and he suddenly passed away. He was still carrying the Supreme Emperor on his head. He didn't know what kind of baptism he would go through in the palace hall. It's hard to say whether others can escape the disaster, but it will definitely be difficult for him.

Song Hong took two steps forward, this time with a cry in his voice, and shouted again, "Your Majesty!"

Just when Song Hong was thinking about whether to put his fingers in front of the emperor's mouth and nose to explore, Emperor Taiqi finally came to his senses, grinned, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

That crazy look made Song Hong's legs tremble with fear, and he felt the urge to urinate. Fortunately, he reacted in time and held it back.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Song Hongzhan shouted tremblingly.

Emperor Taiqi laughed enough, but did not embarrass Song Hong too much. He urged him to say, "Go and tell the prince Zhongshun!"

King Zhongshun didn't know what was going on. He received the order and hurried over quickly. He had just entered Dongnuan Pavilion, and before he had time to salute, the emperor threw the secret fold to him, "Look, you, look!"

King Zhongshun didn't finish reading ten lines at a glance, he was so shocked, "Zhen Yingjia, he, he is dead?" Emperor Tai Qi's mouth has never been closed since he received the secret fold, and the corners of his mouth were almost pulled to the back of his head. He sat Behind the royal desk, he tapped his fingers on the table, "This is a secret fold, let's see how the Jiangnan side folds. Zhen Yingjia is dead, so it doesn't matter how he died.

For the sake of more than 300 million taels of silver, I will not embarrass his family. All the males over seven years old will be exiled. I won’t go to Qiongzhou, let’s go to Liaodong. There is a shortage of people there.

All those under the age of seven will be slaves in the palace, and all women will be official slaves! "

If it were Jia Cong, he would rather go to Qiongzhou. At least it would be warm there and people would not die from cold or starvation!

Although Zhen Yingjia is dead, the Zhen family's case has not yet been tried. Emperor Tai Qi's conviction is actually somewhat inconsistent with the procedure.

But King Zhongshun was also a man who understood the art of maneuvering. With a quick thought, he understood the mystery and said, "Brother Emperor Shengming, this Jia Cong is still worried about more than 300 million taels of silver. Since brother Emperor already has Holy Inquisitor, apart from keeping some of the more than 300 million taels of silver in Jiangnan to fight against the Japanese, are the rest going to be transported to Beijing?"

Emperor Taiqi was also very happy to see that his younger brother had understood his intention to use the Zhen family's young and old in exchange for the money to make a living.

"I announce that you are entering the palace to discuss this matter." The emperor was obviously overjoyed. "Since I came to the throne, the Ministry of Revenue has complained to me about poverty all day long. There are always horses and rats in the warehouse. I can’t keep it, I can’t collect the taxes, and I can’t keep it overnight even if I collect it. I suddenly have money and I don’t know how to spend it.”

King Zhongshun was also very considerate of his royal brother. Life was really difficult. Whenever there was some money, it was robbed by the man from the east before it could be put into the treasury. There were even more respectable eunuchs in the Daming Palace than him. Two brothers are strong.

It was only after the Holy Birthday Festival in March that 50 million taels of silver were spent. Another news came from Qian'er, saying that a pavilion dedicated to dedicating poems to the youth was going to be rebuilt, and more than 100 million taels of silver were needed. Not to give is to be unfilial.

Nowadays, the war in Liaodong is tense, and Fushun is about to be lost. Since the beginning of summer, it has begun to rain in the Huaihe River and the Huaihe River has risen sharply. The crops planted are about to drown. The refugees since last winter are still waiting for money to resettle. , the imperial court is now riddled with holes, and that person is not considerate at all.

King Zhongshun saw more and more gray hair on his brother's temples. He sighed and said, "Brother, if it really doesn't work, just follow Jia Cong's suggestion and make two accounts. He only said that more than 100 million yuan was copied." When the taels of silver come out, part of them will be kept there, and the rest will be sent to Beijing. How much can be kept.

The remaining 200 million taels of silver were divided into three parts, and the emperor's brother got the lion's share. Half of the remaining silver was shipped to Liaodong, and the other half was kept in Jiangnan to fight against the Japanese. "

King Zhongshun didn't know what Jia Cong was thinking. After all, he was a little younger. Others tried to keep themselves separate when they were officials. He was not afraid of taking the blame at all when he was an official.

This kid, on the face of it, seems to be smart, and luckily he is married, otherwise, even a loyal and shun palace would not be enough for him.

Emperor Tai Qi thought for a while and nodded, "Fortunately, Jia Cong is a sincere person."

This means that Emperor Taiqi is willing to put most of his money in Jiangnan?

King Zhongshun was also extremely shocked. Why did he feel that his brother's trust in Jia Cong was too much?

Emperor Taiqi seemed to know what he was thinking, and called Song Hong, "Didn't you say that I also sent a Franco gun? Let me bring that thing in. I have never seen what a Franco gun is." Woolen cloth!"

King Zhongshun only cared about the more than 300 million taels of silver. The last thing he talked about was the Franco Gun. He was shocked by the silver at first. When he lowered his head, he saw that the Franco Gun was mentioned later and asked. Said, "What is it again?"

Jia Cong sent a small group of hundreds of people to Beijing with a few French muskets.

That small family had never seen the emperor before. It was a hot day, and they were almost suffering from heatstroke. They were about to rush into the palace with their guns in hand. When they walked to the door, they were hit by the cold air emanating from the ice basin inside. It's time to wake up.

He hurriedly handed the gun to the little eunuch who was waiting at the door. The eunuch didn't know what to do. As soon as he held it with both hands, his whole body sank under the pressure of the gun, and his hands and feet were sprained.

Hundreds of households were too busy taking care of themselves and didn't pay attention. They knelt on the ground as soon as they came in and kowtowed. Fortunately, Song Hong didn't dare to offend Jia Cong too much. The person who had to take care of him coughed lightly beside him. The hundred households were busy. Long live the mountain, and all etiquette is in chaos.

Emperor Taiqi was in a good mood today and did not care about a small household. He asked, "I heard that this fire gun is very powerful?"

"Return, return, return to the emperor, yes, yes, yes!"

King Zhongshun was afraid that his brother's mood would be ruined and he wouldn't be able to follow him, so he suggested, "Brother, why don't you choose a place, set up a target, and see how powerful it is?"

Emperor Taiqi took the lead and came to the school grounds together.

On the way, Young Master Song Hong couldn't help but mention these hundreds of households, "Don't be nervous. If you get nervous, it will miss the target, which will make the emperor think that this musket is not very good. When you turn back, your generals will be killed."

The hundred households suddenly became more and more clear-headed. They thought to themselves, "You can't kill your own general by killing anyone. What a good general he is. In just a few months, he has already saved more than 50 taels of silver."

It was also because his hometown was in the suburbs of Beijing that the general sent him here. After the mission was completed, he could still go home.

Not only did you take the money back, you could also see your parents, wife and children at home.

In the past few years, he thought that he would never have the chance to see his relatives again in this life. He had no money, and he probably would starve to death before he even went to the battlefield.

After following the leader, not only could he go home, but he could also get money to go back. There was no white ginseng in this army. How could he cheat such a good leader to death?

Baihu suddenly thrust his chest forward, and everyone lifted up a little higher. He held a gun in his arms, and he was so majestic that his momentum almost surpassed that of the Ninth Five-Year Master in front of him. This made Song Hong's heart suddenly skip a beat. Jump, it’s over, these hundreds of households won’t trap them all to death today, right?

The emperor heard the footsteps behind him, turned his head and saw the hundreds of households who were slumped on the ground in Dongnuang Pavilion. At this time, they were just like the number one scholar on the gold list, riding a horse and parading through the streets, their energy and energy soared to the extreme. Puzzled.

Looking again, I saw that I was on the school field, and I thought, yes, the school field is where these sergeants should stay. Jia Cong was really a good soldier, so he asked, "How far can this Fran machine gun shoot?" ah?"

The Fran machine gun is similar to the local gun of later generations, but its accuracy and range are naturally incomparable, and it is a relatively rough and original shape.

Jia Cong was worried that Emperor Taiqi saw that the fire gun could not even compare with the crossbows and bows and arrows used by Dashun today, so he made some improvements on the Fran gun sent to the capital, improving its accuracy, range and reloading. the convenience.

At this time, the hundred households listened to the emperor's question and hurriedly said, "As far as the emperor is concerned, the shooting range is thirty feet away. This is the same as archery. Whether the accuracy is good or not has a lot to do with the shooter."

"Since your general sent you here, I guess your accuracy is pretty good?"

"You don't dare! My general said that although this Franco gun doesn't look very good at the moment, there is a lot of room for improvement. The fire gun that I brought back this time is the one that the general has slightly improved. I just know how to use it, but the accuracy is not very good.”

The emperor didn't waste any time talking to him. After setting up a target, he retreated to the stand at the back, which was naturally more than thirty feet away from the hundred households.

(End of this chapter)