Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 275 Recalling Shenjing 2

Wang Jin said: "Your Excellency has laid a good foundation for us in the past three years. From now on, we will not be embarrassed if we follow good laws and follow the rules. Don't worry, Your Excellency."

Jia Cong nodded and chatted with everyone for a long time before ordering everyone to disperse, leaving only Wang Jin.

"Master, after I leave, you can rest assured that Liao Haiwei is in your hands. Cong only has three things to trust."

"What's the matter?" Wang Jin asked.

"The first is to take care of my wife and the Jurchen people of the Shan'a Tribe, and don't let anything happen to them."

"It's not difficult, but the two ladies won't go with you?" Wang Jin asked doubtfully.

Jia Cong said: "This situation in Liaodong still needs reliable people to watch over it for the time being."

Wang Jin nodded and said: "Don't worry, just leave it to me."

"Second, my business and Zhuangzi at the foot of Black Mountain are under my watch. Now that I'm in Shenjing, there are many places to spend money, but I can't let anyone cut off my financial path."

As he spoke, Jia Cong took out Enqi Lieutenant's seal and handed it to Wang Jin: "If any steward in Zhuangzi does anything behind his back, I will kill him with this seal."

"This is easy. I had already deployed a team of rural warriors to protect the village during my last training. I just asked them to monitor it closely." Wang Jin said.

"Third, the loss of troops in this battle is very large. I will recruit more local warriors from my village, form an independent army, and train them strictly to prepare for my future use."

"Okay." Wang Jin nodded.

After Jia Cong finished talking about the business, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I've finished my business. I heard from Wang Fei that the master seems to have found a mistress for me?"

Wang Jin blushed and said bitterly: "Wang Fei, this bastard, talks nonsense all day long."

Jia Cong said with a smile: "It's normal for men to get married when they are old and women to get married when they are old. Master, if you don't worry anymore, I will be worried for you. You see, I have two aunts at such a young age."

Wang Jin said nervously: "You are from a noble family, I can't compare with you. Qian'er has taken a fancy to one of you. He planned to do things in good times after the war, but I hope you will be promoted again."

Jia Cong asked curiously: "Which lady is it? Or is it Xiaojiabiyu? Do I know her?"

Wang Jin shook his head, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes, and said, "She's just an ordinary farm girl. You know her too."

"Oh? Who is it?" Jia Cong asked hurriedly.

"It's that Wang Erni from your village..." Wang Jin said sheepishly.

Jia Cong burst out laughing, it turned out to be her!

That day, Jia Cong rescued her smoothly and made her a steward. He had some impression that she had a kind and simple personality and was handsome, making her a good match.

"Master, how did you get along with her?" Jia Cong couldn't help asking.

"Last time I went back to Zhuangzi to train Xiangyong. She felt sorry for me because I had no one to take care of me, so she often sent me some food and clothing. Seeing her pure character, I asked Lao Zhangtou to be a matchmaker..." Wang Jin's face turned dark. Red, period Ai Ai authentic.

Jia Cong laughed loudly, patted Wang Jin on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "It took me so long to realize that if Wang Fei hadn't been good at inquiring about information, you would have almost hidden it.

It's better to catch the sun than to catch it. While I still have a few days to spare, I immediately sent a message from Flying Eagle and asked the steward of the village to send Erni over quickly. Let the brothers have a happy wedding together! "

"Okay. I'll go right away." Wang Jin nodded.

After finishing the outside affairs, Jia Cong returned to the inner house. Sister Wanyanshan had already been waiting uneasily in the room. When they saw Jia Cong pushing the door in, they rushed to greet him.

Jia Cong hugged the two girls and sat down on the three-curved-leg Arhat bed with huanghuali and tornado patterns. He kissed each of the two girls on their smooth cheeks.

"Don't worry, you are my wife for the rest of your life, whether here or in Shenjing."

Wan Yanshan bit her lower lip lightly and said with a hint of worry: "But I heard that wealthy Han people have many rules. We are two wild girls who have never read a book and are still Jurchens..."

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Weren't you very fierce and generous in the past, Shan'er? Why are you so timid now that you are the clan leader?"

"You're still making fun of me, and I'm worried to death." Wanyanshan said angrily.

"Brother Jia, will your elders drive us away?" Wan Yanma buried her face in Jia Cong's arms and said softly.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "You two are really worried. Didn't I tell you earlier that I am walking around at home? If anyone wants to chase you away, I will go with you. How about it? Anyway, we have plenty of money, why are we afraid of not having a place to live?" "

Um! The two women nodded heavily, their sorrow gone, and their faces beamed with joy.

"But this time I will take We'er back with me first, and Shan'er will stay here for the time being."

Seeing Wan Yanshan's face turn pale, Jia Cong hurriedly added: "Don't think nonsense, it's just because the business here is complicated, and the Shan'a tribe also needs your care. When things are straightened out, I will send someone to pick her up." Come here, do you understand?"

Wan Yanshan breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was very reluctant to give up, she still nodded and said: "Don't worry, brother, I will take care of you and I will not let you down."

Jia Cong nodded, smelled the fragrance on her neck, and said: "The reason why I took We'er away this time is just for the convenience of sending messages. It's not easy for you here. In addition to business matters, you also need to recruit and train for me. An elite Jurchen army, not a mercenary army, but a private army that belongs entirely to me, do you understand?"

Jia Cong knew deeply that without a gun in his hand, he could only be manipulated by others. He would never put his family's wealth and life on the mood and preferences of others, even if that person was the emperor.

Wan Yanshan said: "Brother, don't worry, I understand. There are many Jurchen men who look up to me now. As long as we spread the word, we will definitely recruit many warriors."

Jia Cong said: "This is the lifeblood of our family. We must not leave it to others. We must fully control it. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Wan Yanshan nodded.

"In addition, I know that you female virgins are brave, but I want you to select the best among the best, strive for excellence, and select the most brave men. You decide the number yourself. My only request is to ensure that they are absolutely loyal, no matter how much money is spent. Either way." Jia Cong said solemnly.

"Don't worry, brother. Jurchen men don't have any tricks. I will take good care of them and promise to die for brother."

"Well, how much money do we have now?"

"I know this," Wanyanwen said as if she was busy offering treasures: "We now have a total of more than 1200 million taels of silver saved."

"So many?" Jia Cong was stunned. He had never cared about these things and became a multimillionaire without knowing it.

"Of course," Wanyanshan said with a smile: "The most valuable century-old ginseng, top-grade Dongzhu, falcons, furs, etc. are all sold through Feng Zihao.

An old ginseng plant is worth at least a thousand taels of silver, a top-quality dongzhu is worth five thousand taels, and a seaweed is worth several thousand taels of silver, and it's not even a jade claw. "

Jia Cong kissed Wanyan Shanying hard on the lips and said with a smile: "With you here, even if I fail in my official career, I can still return to Liaodong to occupy the mountains and become the king, like a mountain eagle."

Wanyan'er pouted her little lips and said, "Other people also have merit, and I want it too."

Jia Cong laughed and kissed her little cherry lips. He secretly sighed in his heart that he was too used to the decadent and degenerate life of the ancient aristocrats without any resistance. This was the great benefit of being born in New China and growing up under the red flag. Young people?

Wanyanwei smiled and said, "Brother, please spend more time with your sister these days. I'm going to pack my things." After that, she ran away.

Wan Yanshan smiled shyly, watched her sister leave, turned to stare at Jia Cong, her eyes watery.

Jia Cong took a deep breath, picked her up, and said with a smile: "Little fairy!"

Hmm... Wanyanshan snorted, hugged Jia Cong's neck tightly, raised her buttocks gracefully, and whispered softly: "Brother... loves me."

"Please be kind to you." Jia Cong laughed, leaped on his horse and whipped his whip, and he was arrogant. Inside the red pin account, the orioles sing and the swallows sing, weeping and complaining, lingering until death.
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On the ninth day, everyone drank Wang Jin's wedding wine happily. After drinking, they made Jia Cong cry and laugh, and they were staggering drunkenly.

The doctors who had been on standby for a long time were busy giving everyone sobering soup, and finally the sergeants carried them home one by one.

Although Jia Cong didn't want to get drunk, he couldn't resist the persuasion and drank too much. He asked Zhang Yuanba to carry him back to the mansion, vomiting and drinking sobering soup all the way.

The next day, Prince Zhongxin led everyone to return to the capital. Jia Cong couldn't get up, so he was carried into a carriage by his own soldiers and served by Wanyan Wen.

As soon as I left the Yamen, I saw that the streets were crowded with people, extending all the way to the south gate. There were tens of thousands of people. When they saw Jia Cong driving out, they knelt down to block the car and cried: "Master, please stay."

Jia Cong was woken up and asked what was going on.

Rong Liu reported from the car window: "Thousands of people in Wei have come to see you off."

Jia Cong sat up hurriedly, lifted the curtain and took a look. He didn't know how many people were gathered around Wu Yangyang. He was moved, straightened his clothes, got out of the car and stood on the shaft.

"Dear fellow citizens, Cong returned to the capital on the emperor's order, and I bid farewell to you all today. I hope you will show your respect for what I failed to do in the past." Jia Cong cupped his hands and said.

All the people cried to beg him to stay, and their lamentations shook the sky.

Prince Zhongxin was surprised. Jia Cong was really popular among the people. He was different from the ordinary officials who specially arranged to retain him for drama.

Several village elders came out of the procession, followed by seven or eight men, carrying tall silk umbrella covers decorated with countless small silk strips and writing letters to present people's names.

"Sir, these Umbrellas are out of the respect and love of the people in Wei. Please accept them."

Jia Cong said: "Cong is naturally arrogant, lazy in government affairs, and has done no great service to the people, but he is so loved by the countryside. It is really shameful." With a wave of his hand, a soldier took over the Wanmin Umbrella.

"Your Excellency is one of the rare Qingtian lords in ancient and modern times. He is upright and has a breeze on his sleeves. Who doesn't respect him in the Wei Dynasty? Now that your Excellency has been promoted and returned to the capital, everyone is both happy and sad." The village elder sobbed.

Jia Cong raised his voice and said: "Folks, there is no need to feel sad. Although Cong's people have gone, their hearts remain here. General Yang is wise and wise, and he will definitely send capable officers to take charge here. Our good laws and good laws will never be taken lightly." It’s abolished, everyone can rest assured.”

"Master Xie Qingtian!" This is what the people are most worried about. If they change officials, they will go back to the previous miserable days.

Some official students came out and presented the carefully written "Qing Tian Tian"; the wealthy gentry came out to present wine and meat to reward the three armies, which may also be to send off Jia Cong, the "god of plague".

After being busy for a while, Jia Cong and others set off again, followed by the people to see them off.

After leaving the city gate, I saw countless poor farmers from all over the country kneeling by the roadside with their young children, thanking Jia Cong for allowing their children to study and eat, and offering freshly picked mountain products, eggs and other native products.

Jia Cong had no choice but to get out of the car and comforted him for a while, saying: "Fellow folks, I accept your thoughts. There are too many things and I can't eat them. So please do me a favor and bring them home to you." Let the girls and boys eat."

Everyone laughed and insisted that Jia Cong take some.

How could Jia Cong accept these poor people's things? After thinking about it, he grabbed a handful of soil from the ground and put it in his purse.

He said: "Fellow folks, if you insist on me bringing something with me, I will just bring a handful of the loess from here. From now on, no matter where I am or what position I hold, I will never forget the deep friendship of the people of Liaohaiwei." "

"Master Qingtian!" When the people heard this, they immediately started to cry. They were so sad that those who heard it were sad and those who saw it shed tears.

Jia Cong has gone through many battles and killed people like a fool. He has already developed a heart of stone. Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but feel a little sore. He turned to look at Rong Liu, Wang Jin and others and said: "Everyone, before we say goodbye, I have a few words to say. Gift."

"I humbly accept your teachings and respectfully listen to your teachings." Everyone said in unison.

"Serving as an official will bring benefits to one party."

"We will bear in mind your Majesty's teachings and we will love the people like our own children and live up to the trust entrusted by the imperial court."

Jia Cong nodded, hardened his heart, and said to the people on the road: "We must say goodbye after a long journey, so Cong goes! Let's go!"

Seeing that Jia Cong was very determined to go, the common people hurriedly got out of the way and watched the convoy of honor guards go away. There were tens of thousands of people who were reluctant to leave and followed the convoy for dozens of miles.

Prince Zhongxin sighed: "Unexpectedly, this son is so loved by the people. I can't help but admire him."

Sun Chi said with a smile: "If the emperor's uncle came to serve as a guard, he might do a better job than brother Cong."

"That's true. Who doesn't know that this king is honest, self-denial, and devoted to the public service. I would rather be poor than rich." Prince Zhongxin's round face turned into a smile.

Sun Chi laughed loudly and said, "That's right. Everyone knows that the emperor's uncle is noble and upright."
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In the ninth year of Xifeng, it is the eleventh day of the winter month.

When Jia Cong and his party arrived in Tongzhou, it was getting late, so they took a rest at the post station. Because of the large number of people, the sergeants camped next to the inn.

Because Jia Cong's thousand personal guards and hundreds of Jurchen warriors were all "local warriors", and Sun Chi's bodyguards had been completely destroyed, he used the banner of protecting the prince, and was not afraid of being sued for privately deploying troops.

After settling down, he sent his own soldiers to the city quickly to report the news.

As night falls, after two snowfalls, the Grand View Garden is already a world of glazed glass. Only the wintersweet trees in the Cuicui Temple are blooming in full bloom against the frost and snow.

At this time, the garden gate was about to close. Jia Huan ignored the time and ran into the garden like crazy, but was stopped by two women.

"Master Huan, it's getting late. Let's go play in the garden tomorrow."

"Get out of the way!" Jia Huan waved his hand and pushed a woman away, "My third brother will be back tomorrow. I want to go in to report the news. If you dare to stop me, I will touch the heads on your chest!"

Jia Huan repelled the two women and rushed in along the path.

"Sister Lin, third brother is back!" Jia Huan ran past Xiaoxiang Pavilion and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"When?" Zijuan asked hurriedly outside the door.

"tomorrow!"

Jia Huan didn't even come in, and ran away in a hurry, passing Qiu Shuangzhai, Lotus Champs, Daoxiang Village, and Ziling Island. I ran all the way and shouted, "Third brother is back!" It was dark, and I even fell down while running and was covered in mud.

Finally, he ran to Hengwuyuan. Xiangling heard him shouting and hurriedly came out to ask her.

Jia Huan only said: "Third brother will come back tomorrow." Then he ran through the corner gate to the East Mansion.

He was so happy that he wanted to tell everyone the news, free of charge.

Baochai heard the sound outside the door as if struck by lightning. It had been three years since the autumn of the sixth year of Xifeng to the winter of the ninth year of Xifeng. He stood there for a moment, tears rolling down his eyes, but a smile appeared on his lips. He couldn't help but walk to the desk and wrote two lines of poetry:

Where does the rogue boy go? The man who saved Jia Lang before is here again.

Daiyu seemed to be in tune with her, and she wrote two sentences almost at the same time:

Chaimen smelled the bark of the dog, and the snowy night returned to others.

After I finished writing, I laughed out loud, and then shed tears again. This enemy was finally willing to come back.

(End of this chapter)