Wei Guan repeatedly exclaimed, "It's a pity. This is the finest fragrant tea, which is hard to find with a thousand dollars. He didn't expect that Jia Rong would drink it in such a daze."
Looking at Wei Guan's expression, Jia Rong also realized that he was so bad at tasting tea that he drank it in one gulp as if it were wine. In the future, he would never have the chance to come into contact with these things, so he only talked about drinking tea with Jia Rong.
It's like playing the piano to a cow.
Although his heart ached, Wei Guan was not angry because of the "little money". He just felt that it was a pity that this good tea was wasted like this. He smiled and said to Jia Rong: "Well, I will call you Zhiyuan from now on.
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At this time, Jia Rong looked at Wei Guan with a face filled with shame and said, "Rong is a vulgar person. Please forgive me, head of the family."
Wei Guan did not embarrass Jia Rong and asked: "Zhiyuan is a soldier in the army. He has a rough temperament, which is reasonable. We met in Xiliang that day, but why did he appear in Hedong?"
Jia Rong answered truthfully: "Rong is under the command of General Dong and is stationed in Hedong with the general."
Wei Guan seemed to have been confirmed, and he pointed at Jia Rong in surprise and said, "Could it be that you are Jia Rong and Jia Zhiyuan who burned Changshe?"
Jia Rong felt ashamed for a while. He thought he had faded out of Hanting's sight, but he didn't expect that even Wei Guan, the head of the Wei family, knew about his affairs. It seemed that the matter was not that simple, so he quickly said: "It's Jia Rong."
Wei Guan laughed happily and said: "Zhiyuan is really a hero. I was familiar with Zhiyuan's name when I heard it. I didn't expect that you are really the Jia Rong who broke the yellow turban." After saying this, he laughed again.
Jia Rong said modestly: "It's just a small skill, the head of the family doesn't need to worry about it."
Wei Guan waved his hand and said, "How can a contribution like Zhiyuan's be insignificant? It's really a blessing for my Wei family that Zhiyuan came to this humble home."
After saying that, Wei Guan's eyes showed an elusive sadness.
But Jia Rong captured this information and said: "I wonder what the master of the family has to do to be sad?"
Wei Guan sighed and said, "Perhaps in your eyes, the Wei family is a powerful family that no one dares to offend."
Jia Rong nodded, confirming Wei Guan's statement.
"However, the status of a businessman is the most humble among scholars, farmers, and merchants. My Wei family has been doing business for generations. Although we are quite powerful, it is difficult to change our status as a businessman. My second son gave up business and became a scholar, and now he is a disciple of Master Cai.
." After saying that, Wei Guan's eyes showed a hint of joy, as if he was happy for his second son.
Jia Rong asked: "I wonder who Master Cai is?"
Wei Guan looked at Jia Rong with strange eyes and said, "Master Cai is Cai Yong, a great scholar today."
Jia Rong suddenly realized that it was Cai Yong. No wonder Wei Guan had a look of pride in his eyes when he mentioned that his second son was a disciple of Cai Yong.
As if to prove something, Jia Rong then asked: "Who is the second son of the head of the family?"
Wei Guan said truthfully: "The second son's surname is Wei, his name is Ning, and his courtesy name is Zhongdao. He is now in Luoyang."
Jia Rong nodded silently. Wei Zhongdao was the husband of Cai Wenji, one of the four beauties, but it seemed that this young man did not live long. He died not long after his wedding. He was a typical tragic figure.
"It's a pity that my eldest son was robbed by horse thieves when I was passing through Xiliang on business. My eldest son died under the knife of horse thieves in order to protect me." After Wei Guan finished speaking, he took a drink of the fragrant tea in his cup.
And finished.
Jia Rong suddenly realized, no wonder he saw Wei Guan walking in Xiliang in such a mess. With the power of the Wei family, it was impossible for him to be like this. It turned out that there was still such a thing.
Wei Guan drank the tea in one gulp and seemed to be in a much better mood. He said, "It made Zhiyuan smile."
Jia Rong said: "I can understand the mood of the family leader, but the family leader should not be too sad. The deceased has passed away, and people always have to look forward."
"People always have to look to money, people always have to look to money..." Wei Guan murmured.
Poor Jia Rong didn't know that Wei Guan had misunderstood what he meant.
Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in Wei Guan's eyes. He felt that Jia Rong's words were too classic. Wei Guan was a businessman and naturally valued profits, but Jia Rong's words spoke of businessmen.
What Lian Hujiarong said about the goal of hard work is really wonderful, summarizing the direction of a businessman's life's struggle.
Wei Guan thought about Jia Rong who was looking at him blankly and said: "I don't know what Zhiyuan's request is. As long as I can do it, I will definitely grant it." Since he can tell that people are interested in money, he must also be interested in profit.
People, Wei Guan thought.
Although Wei Guan is a businessman, he is still very sincere when facing his former savior. Even if Jia Rong asks for ten thousand yuan, Wei Guan will not feel excessive.
Jia Rong shook his head and said: "I didn't save the family leader for any reward, and I won't ask for any reward from the family leader now."
Wei Guan nodded approvingly and said, "Zhiyuan is really a great man."
"My Wei family is quite powerful in the court. If Zhiyuan needs help, just say so." Wei Guan continued. Wei Guan was aware of the fact that Jia Rong did not receive a reward from the court this time.
Jia Rong nodded and said nothing.
At the banquet, Wei Guan also kept toasting to Jia Rong. Jia Rong was not afraid of anyone who came. When he came to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the thing he was least afraid of was drinking. He felt that the wine of the Han Dynasty tasted just like his own time.
It's like beer, and I don't feel much after drinking it.
Wei Guan was very happy today and drank a little too much. When he got drunk, he started talking more. Wei Guan drove the maid around him away and said mysteriously to Jia Rong: "Zhiyuan, you
Do you know that I am the Wei family?"
Jia Rong looked at Wei Guan in confusion and said, "I don't know."
Wei Guan said: "Actually, my Wei family is the descendant of Queen Wei Zifu and General Wei Qing." After saying this, Wei Guan's face showed a trace of indescribable pride.
Jia Rong immediately became interested. He was a descendant of Wei Qing, and Wei Qing was one of the ancient generals he admired most. How could Jia Rong miss this news? He kept asking Wei Guan about Wei Qing's deeds. There were no records in history books.
If it is not comprehensive and detailed, can the history books still record how many times Wei Qing went to the toilet?
Wei Guan also proudly told Jia Rong everything he knew.
It turns out that the Wei family is a branch of the general Wei Qing's family, but now the Wei family has been doing business.
As if to show off, Wei Guan looked around and whispered in Jia Rong's ear: "Zhiyuan, I still have a sword left by my ancestors at home."
This sentence immediately attracted Jia Rong. What the soldiers liked most was not the gold and silver jewelry, but the magic weapons. Jia Rong asked excitedly and in a low voice: "Did General Wei leave it behind?"
Wei Guan nodded affirmatively and said in Jia Rong's ear: "It is definitely the ancestor's sword."
Jia Rong was overjoyed and said, "Can I have a look?"
Wei Guan had an embarrassed look on his face. After all, he didn't want his family heirloom to be known to outsiders, but he drank a little too much today and spilled the beans in excitement.
Seeing Wei Guan's expression, Jia Rong said: "Master, there is no need to be embarrassed. If there is any inconvenience, you can just ignore it."
The corners of Wei Guan's mouth moved a few times, and then he said, "Zhiyuan, come with me."
Then, Wei Guan repeatedly confirmed that there was no one around him, and then led Jia Rong out.
Jia Rong followed Wei Guan all the way, and Wei Guan also looked around like the most thief, for fear that someone was following him, and finally arrived at his destination.
I looked above the door and saw that it was the back hall.
Wei Guan walked to a vase and twisted it. He saw that the originally flat wall slowly cracked into a door, which could allow one person to pass through.
Jia Rong was amazed. This is the legendary agency, with a secret room inside? This is the first time he has seen a secret room in an agency.
Wei Guan blew a fire and walked inside, with Jia Rong following closely behind.
After a cup of tea, the two came to the innermost part of the secret room.
Wei Guan lit up the surrounding lamps and extinguished the fire. Through the surrounding lights, Jia Rong saw that Wei Guan was affectionately stroking a red lacquer box on the table in the secret room. The emotion was as if his mother was stroking his own.
Just like children.
Jia Rong stepped forward and said to the emotional Wei Guan: "Master, where is the sword?"
Hearing Jia Rong's words, Wei Guan stopped stroking and slowly opened the long red lacquer box.
Lying quietly inside the box was a long sword about one meter long, with a simple hilt. The hilt was engraved with some patterns that Jia Rong didn't recognize. Jia Rong felt that the only surprising thing about this sword was that it
There was a faint murderous intent, an unrivaled aura, as if as long as this sword was in hand, no one in the world could be his rival.
After just one glance, Jia Rong completely fell in love with this sword.
Without Wei Guan's permission, he took the sword out of the box, unsheathed it, and saw a flash of green light.
The blade of the sword glowed with green light. Jia Rong carefully discovered that there was a faint dark red in the green light of the sword. It was definitely a sharp weapon that had drunk the blood of thousands of people.
Jia Rong gently stroked the sword body and felt the sword in his hand, as if to prove the sword's sharpness. Jia Rong's hand was cut open by the sword, and blood flowed freely.
Although his hand was quite painful, Jia Rong still couldn't put it down and waved the sword in his hand repeatedly, dancing like a tiger and a tiger. Although there were no moves to speak of, Jia Rong looked satisfied when listening to the momentum of the sword.
After a long time, Jia Rong saw Wei Guan next to him with a bitter look on his face and asked, "I wonder if this sword has a name?"
Wei Guan pointed to the two small characters under the hilt of the sword and showed them to Jia Rong. Jia Rong looked at the two small characters and felt his scalp numb. Although he had been in the Eastern Han Dynasty for more than two years, there were still many characters from the Han Dynasty.
For those who don't understand, Jia Rong only recognized the first character among those two characters, the character "青".
Jia Rong asked quickly: "Master, I'm not very illiterate. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed."
Wei Guan said with a serious face: "The sword is called Qingzhi. It was given by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to reward our ancestors for defeating the Xiongnu. It has always been worn by our ancestors. I also got it by chance. It has always been regarded as an heirloom by my Wei family.
The most precious treasure is enshrined in the back hall."
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