It is said that Jia Cong told Dai Xian that he wanted to collect fennel as a royal guard, and he blatantly placed it next to him. No matter how courageous the officials were in ancient times, they would inevitably have physiological fear of words such as Tianjia, Da Nei, Jinyiwei, etc. Dai Xian
Xian Bian had no reason to feel sympathized with Jia Cong for "sharing the spoils together." Jia Cong thought for a moment and said, "Master Dai also knows that I have something to do with the Red Bones. We have been working together for many years."
Dai Xian had known for a long time that the Taiwan government was involved in The Red Bones and had been an official and businessman for many years. After some thought, he nodded and said: "Mr. Jia has been running around for many years, admonishing princes to buy firearms and send troops overseas. The Red Bones was originally just
It’s a small shop, and it’s not an exaggeration to say that they are the best merchant in the world. It’s all thanks to Mr. Jia.”
Jia Cong took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "There is a kind of clownfish in the deep sea of the Pacific Ocean. It lives in the sea anemone bushes. It can drive away other fish that feed on the anemone for the sea anemone. The sea anemone can also cover the clownfish and block natural enemies.
It's for symbiosis." Then he raised his eyes and looked at Dai Xian, "It's like a symbiotic thing. If officials and businessmen join forces, they can be invincible. I go around encouraging the princes to fight, and the business of Red Bones will become bigger, and the princes will get the territory and spoils, and the soldiers will
We got the credit, I got the fame and the dividends from Red Bones, and the common people got the opportunity to go overseas to open up wasteland and mines and become rich. This is multi-win-everyone wins. A plate with a diameter of three inches, even if it is full
One person may not be full after eating a plate of dim sum; a plate with a diameter of three thousand inches is more than enough for a whole room of people to eat. Make the plate bigger so that everyone can share more and everyone can get what they need. Mr. Dai,
I know that you are ambitious and capable, but what worries you most is that you want to monopolize the entire Fujian business."
Dai Xian smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Jia underestimated Xiaguan. No matter how big your appetite is, you know that your family's strength is limited. Lord Wang Ziteng is better than having many subordinates. Xiaguan only takes Lord Wang as a role model."
Jia Cong smiled and touched his palms: "Uncle Wang is indeed a role model for officials and businessmen. At that time, I never thought that this old man was so clear-headed and knew exactly what he should and shouldn't do." Then his voice changed, "Master Dai must also know that earlier in Fujian
In terms of strength, even if it is not stronger than Guangdong, it is at least stronger than Guangxi. What about now?"
Dai Xianli immediately said: "Not as many as Guangdong and Guangxi."
"Master Dai, have you ever thought about where you lost?"
Dai Xian raised the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp, sighing: "Master Wang's strategy in Guangdong and Guangxi is too clever."
“Why doesn’t Fujian learn from this?”
Dai Xian smiled bitterly: "He is too courageous, and we, Mr. Huang, dare not."
Jia Cong smiled and said: "Master Huang Wengang is an old Confucian, and he is indeed subject to many constraints. I see that Master Dai is much more open-minded than him."
Dai Xian raised his eyes and looked at Jia Cong, thought for a while, and asked: "Mr. Jia, I see that the Taiwan government has never had any intention of annexing other places for many years, which seems to be unreasonable."
Jia Cong said: "The word 'annexation' obviously refers to the war within our territory? How much more harm will it do to the population?"
Dai Xian suddenly realized: "That's right! Mr. Jia has always admired overseas expeditions."
Jia Cong said with emotion: "The population of Taiwan is too small. As long as we can ensure that no one can move us, we can do it. What's the hurry about expansion? The world is too big, and with fire, guns, artillery and ships can go anywhere easily, but only
There can be no civil war alone. Every citizen of our country is precious."
Dai Xian nodded repeatedly: "I understand what Mr. Jia means."
Jia Cong looked up at the sky and said: "When Mr. Dai, Mr. Huang and others were guests in Chengtian Mansion, I talked to you for a long time about the laws of social development. Those books are also in the bookstore of Taiwan Mansion. I know that adults
Maybe some would ignore it, but I didn’t expect that almost no one would listen; only Mr. Dai seemed to have listened to some of it.”
Dai Xian was silent and Jia Cong didn't say anything. The two of them were silent for half the time of burning incense. Dai Xian said with a wry smile: "It seems very reasonable. After all, we have all read the books of saints and sages since childhood, so we can't believe it completely."
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"This is a habit!" Jia Cong sighed, "Even though I think it makes sense, I still don't want to really try new things." Naosao smiled, "So it's better for a general to have a good background. Let's see how happy the prince is."
Dai Xian smiled bitterly again: "We have also considered Mr. Wang's strategies in Guangdong and Guangxi."
Jia Cong raised his eyebrows: "Then?"
"It turns out that he trusts your Taiwan government's books very much." Dai Xian said, "It's just that Fujian is so big that I can't move it alone."
Jia Cong smiled and said: "Master Dai is too modest. There is nothing that the government can't push. At worst, we have to do something about the tax. Look at the tax paid by the prince. Doesn't it seem light, but it is actually a lot? At first, he made matches.
Tax cuts for soap factories were reduced to almost nothing, making it impossible for match soap factories in other countries to operate. The two markets were already dominated by Lingnan products. He also used a large sum of tax money to build roads and schools, which seemed like a big deal.
A large amount of money was spent, but only worthless people's support was obtained. After the roads were repaired, the price of freight dropped, which was conducive to the sales of goods from Guangdong to the north. The merchants made more money, and Wang Ziteng's taxes increased. The school he built
Most of them are polytechnic and technical schools, where students graduate and help improve factory technology. Manufacturing costs are reduced, merchants earn more, and Wang Ziteng pays more taxes. Sharpening his sword will keep him from chopping firewood. Such a virtuous cycle between Guangdong and Guangxi, he himself has always
They are all at the helm, making more money than anyone else, and having a better official reputation than anyone else. Wang Ziteng is really a good official."
Dai Xian smiled understandingly and asked, "Why doesn't Mr. Wang buy a title?"
Jia Cong tilted his head slightly: "Does he need a title?" Dai Xian suddenly opened his eyes wide, while Jia Cong drank tea and looked at the sky.
Dai Xian suddenly thought very far in his mind, and his breathing became heavier. After a while, he said hoarsely: "Master Wang, have you ever thought about the future?"
Jia Cong smiled and said: "Master Dai, have you ever thought about what will happen if the world cannot be unified for a hundred years? What will happen if the world cannot be unified for three hundred years?" Dai Xian was stunned again. Jia Cong shook his head and said, "No matter what he does,
.Why do you think so much about things that will happen a hundred years from now? The descendants of future generations will have their own ways. Are they not as good as us? Even if the real dragon emperor is born, how can the descendants of Wang Ziteng lose a county prince? Even if Guangdong and Guangxi will be lost in the end
This place has money, ships, guns, cannons, private soldiers, and overseas territories. If you can’t afford to offend, you can always hide, right?”
Dai Xian raised his eyes and looked at him: "Does Mr. Wang have overseas territory?"
"We have one at home too." Jia Cong raised the tea cup and shook it, "Although it's not big, it's still a big place."
Dai Xian thought for a while and said: "That's right. How can the Jia family not have overseas territory?"
Jia Cong said: "Taiwan government is still important after all. It is really good if everyone is good. If Fujian, Taiwan, and Guangdong and Guangxi can be connected..."
Dai Xian took a deep breath: "It turns out that Mr. Jia came to me to discuss this."
Jia Cong smiled and nodded: "Cheers?" Dai Xian thought for a moment, looked at Jia Cong's round smiling face, no longer hesitated, picked up the teapot and filled a cup for himself. The two drank tea instead of wine.
They raised their necks and drank it all in one gulp, looking at each other and smiling.
In the next few days, Jia Cong and Dai Xian kept in close contact. They always spent two or three hours together to discuss how to move the prince to Guangdong and Guangxi. When Dai Xian came, Fenxiang listened to their discussions. Jia Cong
I also asked my husband to teach her how to read. Fenxiang has a good memory and can read very quickly, and her talent is considered to be among the best in the Dajiala Government Building.
On this day, Red Bones received a letter from the capital, and Wu Xiaoxi personally translated it. Liu Xiaoqi’s uncles all remembered what happened in Jinling twenty-three years ago. It turned out that when they went to Jinling to exterminate Zhen Deren’s family, twenty-seven people were killed.
, the superior asked them to wear soft armor and pay close attention to hidden weapons. They never thought that Zhen’s family had nothing! The whole family were ordinary people with no power, and a group of internal experts could connect the inside and outside in the blink of an eye.
The master and his servants killed seventy or eighty people, leaving no chickens, dogs, birds or cats behind. There were no hidden weapons. Baba punched them all empty. After returning to the capital, he reported it to the late emperor. The late emperor stood up in astonishment and had several
I was very frightened. After thinking for a long time, I muttered: "Where else can I put it?" and sent them down.
Jia Cong and Wu Xiaoxi pondered for a long time. Wu Xiaoxi said: "Zhen Deren has something in his hand, a hidden weapon. The late emperor thought it was in his own hands. Because he was afraid of this thing, he never silenced him."
Jia Cong continued: "However, that thing is not in Zhen Deren's own home. It is definitely not in Zhen Yingjia's house." He thought for a while, "According to what they said, that thing must be used to prevent thieves. Could it be Zhen Deren
Embezzled the mechanism used to prevent tomb robbers in the imperial mausoleum?"
Wu Xiaoxi said: "Maybe there is a mechanism hiding the secret room of the palace."
"That thing must not be made by him alone, otherwise he would try to make another set and put it at home. It requires the cooperation of many craftsmen. In addition to being responsible for the carpentry work, Zhen Deren also has to be responsible for the assembly." Jia Cong frowned,
"No. If he dared to be so blatant, the army would have surrounded his house. Even if many soldiers would die in vain, it wouldn't matter. In the eyes of the emperor, the soldiers are just pawns."
Wu Xiaoxi couldn't help but nodded: "Could it be that the late emperor thought he was still needed? Then why did he let him go back to his hometown?"
"The late emperor didn't know whether he was needed at first, so he kept his life. One day he was sure that he was no longer needed, so he calmly and boldly silenced him. It doesn't seem right. Didn't the old man say that the late emperor ordered him to make something that he didn't need?
That's all, you will be silenced if you use it..." Even if Jia Cong had the information of later generations, he still couldn't guess what happened back then. He shook his head and said, "No. The thing he was talking about did not refer to the old camphor wood box.
It's something else. The box itself exists only to be opened, so there's no need to silence Zhen Deren. Besides, the box itself is not important, what's important is what's inside."
Wu Xiaoxi said: "That's something else? What else is most important to the emperor's family?"
Jia Cong repeated several times in his mouth, "If he doesn't need it, just pay it back; if it does come in handy, everyone who knows about it will definitely silence him." He thought to himself, "It doesn't seem to be a good thing. Did the late emperor use something made by Zhen Deren to do something bad?"
Wu Xiaoxi gave him a sideways look: "The emperor was not afraid of anyone knowing what bad things he did. Even the history books were written by them."
"It makes sense. The emperor's power itself has no limits." Jia Cong stretched his waist and said, "I don't want to think about it anymore. Let's go back to Dajiala to discuss it with everyone."
Two days later, a reply from Jinling also came. Zhen Yingjia was really a good person. In order to make money, regardless of what the people who were looking for him did, he told all about Zhen Deren. From Jinling's side
I'm afraid that Jia Cong and the others were anxiously waiting for the letter, so they picked up the important ones and wrote a coded letter first and put it in the pigeon tube. The more detailed letters were sent immediately.
It turned out that Zhen Deren studied under an old carpenter when he was young. The old carpenter saw that he was clever and passed on all his skills to him. Later, the late emperor sent people to find the successors of famous craftsmen from the previous dynasty. He heard that they were in the Jiangnan area, so Zhen Yingjia took charge of it.
After several years of investigation, although there was no evidence, he suspected that the 80% he was looking for was Zhen Deren's teacher. The old carpenter had been dead for several years at that time. Zhen Yingjia was reluctant to give up the credit, and didn't want to just push his cousin out, so he played
A shrewd man, he recommended Zhen Deren to the late emperor, pretending that it was for his sake of honoring his ancestors. Zhen Deren couldn't tell the story of his sufferings, and he just hoped that the late emperor would look down on him. How could the late emperor not understand the hidden meaning in Zhen Yingjia's memorial? An imperial edict came down to recommend Zhen Deren.
He was transferred to the capital.
After Zhen Deren came to the capital, Zhen Yingjia didn't know what he was doing. He couldn't find out anything about this person, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive. Naturally, he didn't dare to ask the late emperor, and just pretended that there was no such clan brother. Until ten
Three years later, Zhen Deren suddenly returned to his hometown in fine clothes and got a small official job. Zhen Yingjia knew that he must have made great achievements, so he got closer to him. Zhen Deren was lukewarm to him at first, but as time went by, they became harmonious.
Then twenty-four years ago, Zhen Deren suddenly came to see Zhen Yingjia and said that he was afraid that he would die in less than a year and asked Zhen Yingjia to help him leave a trace of his flesh and blood. Instead of asking him to hide a male grandson, he could also hide a female grandson. Zhen Yingjia
I was suspicious that this clan brother was doing something that no one was allowed to know about. After hearing this, I thought that the underground part of the imperial mausoleum was about to be completed, and I immediately wondered if the clan brother had been repairing the tomb of the saint in the past few years. The emperor
The mausoleum has the most secrets, and after the construction is completed, all those who know about it will have to be silenced. If this is true, they will definitely die. Thinking about the fact that this brother was the one who brought the emperor to the emperor by himself, and the granddaughter he left behind will sooner or later also have a foreign surname.
Zhen Deren had never committed any crime; after a few thoughts came together, he agreed.
Later, Fenxiang was sent to Zhen Yingjia's house as a slave, pretending to be the Bai family's daughter. Half a year later, Zhen Derenhe's house was robbed and killed by bandits. Zhen Yingjia knew that it was a master of the inner circle who had done it, so he sighed and even secretly anonymized their family's name.
Zhen Xing performed several rituals. He just hid Fenxiang secretly, and he was also very afraid. Fortunately, the late emperor was completely unaware of this and still favored him as before. Three years later, Fenxiang showed his talents. Taijun Zhen was frightened and said: "
For such a smart child, could Deren have told her anything?" Fearing that Fenxiang would cause trouble for her family when she grew up, she quickly found an excuse to sell her mother and daughter.
Eight months before the death of the late emperor, a eunuch came to Jinling quietly with the secret decree of the Supreme Emperor and asked Zhen Yingjia if she knew about Zhen Deren. How could Zhen Yingjia dare to say that he had hidden a granddaughter? Except Fenxiang, he told everyone else. That Tai
After monitoring, he was doubtful and said: "The Zajia will return to Beijing to report to the saint right now. Could you please Master Zhen to think carefully about whether there are any omissions? The Zajia may not come back next year." But he walked away. Zhen Yingjia was frightened.
The eunuch did not come to Jinling again the next year, nor did he come again after that. The Supreme Emperor disappeared when he was delivering the deceased emperor's soul. After that, no one inquired about Zhen Deren.