Not only that, raising a concubine also costs a lot of money, including food, clothing, housing, jewelry, makeup, and a maid to serve her, which costs at least sixty or seventy yuan a month. Jia Yahui is a bit unable to make ends meet. This matter makes Jia Yahui more than satisfied.
Insufficient strength.
In the past few days, Jia Yahui has been thinking about how to get Jiang Yishan to reward him with a sum of money. Although Jiang Yishan lives a simple life, he is not short of money. As long as he wants him to reward him, he must make a contribution.
Jia Yahui had something on his mind, so his riding speed gradually slowed down.
"Mr. Jia!"
Suddenly someone called him from the side. Jia Yahui turned around and saw a big, honest-looking man standing on the roadside. His skin was dark and his strong tendons were shining in the sun. There was a kind of reverence and inferiority in his eyes.
Jia Yahui liked this feeling very much. He was thin, and the fear of this strong man gave him an extremely superior feeling. He narrowed his slender eyes and asked: "What do you want from me?"
The man scratched the back of his head and said with an honest white-toothed smile: "I am Blacksmith Dou from West Street. My father is celebrating his birthday and I would like to ask him to write a calligraphy and painting for me. I will give him fifty pennies to polish his pen."
Jia Yahui couldn't remember who the blacksmith Dou was on West Street, but he was moved by the fifty-diamond pen polish. Usually he only paid a few Diagrams of money at most for writing a calligraphy for others, but this man was willing to pay fifty Diao, and possibly a portrait.
, but even for the portrait, fifty coins was still very generous, so he smiled happily and said: "I admire filial piety the most. Since you honor your father, then I will fulfill your wish. Where are you?"
"It's in my shop. My father is old and can't make it. Mr. Jia, please get in the car."
Jia Yahui had long seen a large and gorgeous carriage on the roadside. It turned out that he was inviting him. Although it was a bit too extravagant for a blacksmith to hire such a carriage, Jia Yahui thought that it was the sincerity of this blacksmith. It would be a pity if he didn't take it.
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"Okay! You ride my horse."
Jia Yahui dismounted and got on the carriage happily. But before he could fully get on the carriage, an iron-like arm strangled his neck and dragged him into the carriage. Jia Yahui couldn't scream at all, and was covered with torn hemp.
Shutting his mouth, he was horrified. Through the car window, he saw Dou Tiejiang again. At this time, the honest expression on Dou Tiejiang's face had disappeared and became extremely cold and fierce. Jia Yahui whined in his throat, thinking how could there be fifty
What is the reason for hanging money to write calligraphy and painting?
…
Jia Yahui was blindfolded and felt dizzy all the way. After a while, he finally stopped. His eyes were blindfolded and he didn't know where he was.
The carriage stopped in a yard, and two big men lifted Jia Yahui out of the carriage like a chicken. The rope was so tight that Jia Yahui's bones were almost broken, and Jia Yahui screamed in pain.
"Huang Zitao, the Marquis said that he can be loosened."
When Jia Yahui heard someone calling him "Master Hou", his thoughts changed and he couldn't help but secretly complain. He already understood who had arrested him, and this person actually took action from him. Jia Yahui felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
The rope was loosened and he was taken into a room. The blindfold was then taken off. His eyes were dim. After a while, he gradually returned to normal. He saw a young man sitting in front of him, with a well-proportioned and slender figure and eyes.
The light was as deep as a dream, and there was an indescribable majesty in his eyes.
With a thud, Jia Yahui knelt on the ground facing Wang Junlin, suppressing the fear in his heart, and said with great respect: "Jia Yahui, the little man, pays homage to the Marquis."
"You can recognize me so quickly, which is of some use. Get up and sit down!"
Naturally, this young man was Wang Junlin. His gentle tone made Jia Yahui calm down a little, and then he realized that he was in an empty house. The roof was illuminated by light and covered with oil tiles. This was a typical ordinary residence in Zhangye City.
Wang Junlin looked gentle, but there was a circle of burly men standing around him, all of them bare-chested, muscular, with black hair curled up on their chests, and fierce faces. However, what really frightened Jia Yahui was an old man with a pale face.
His body was almost bloodless, his body was almost skinny, but his head looked extremely big. At this time, he was sitting in a very comfortable posture. When Jia Yahui came in, he only opened his eyelids, and his eyes were slightly green.
He glanced at the other person with his eyes and picked up the wine bottle on the table to drink. However, this glance frightened Jia Yahui half to death.
This old man is naturally an insect monster.
Wang Junlin waved his hand, and a big man placed a bowl of buttermilk in front of Jia Yahui. The latter picked up the bowl with trembling hands and took a sip. He suppressed the fear in his heart and did not dare to look at the insect demon again. He asked: "Master Hou needs a small child."
What do people do?”
Wang Junlin smiled, waved his hand, and two soldiers came forward with two large copper plates. The copper plates were full of yellow gold ingots. There were as many as a hundred taels of gold in the plate. Two large plates of gold ingots.
It was placed right in front of him, and the bright golden light made him unable to open his eyes.
Jia Yahui quickly estimated in his mind that one hundred taels of gold was worth more than ten thousand coins. Ten thousand coins! His heart began to heat up. If he had ten thousand coins, how many concubines could he marry?
The corners of Jia Yahui's mouth twitched and he said, "Gudu!" and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His eyes could no longer suppress the greedy luster emerging from his bones. The greed of human nature was fully exposed at this moment.
Wang Junlin sneered in his heart. The information that Wu Si found out at the stronghold in Zhangye City was indeed correct. This Jia Yahui was lustful and greedy for money. He would not hesitate to betray his master for a hundred taels of gold.
However, buying gold is not enough. Some people take the money and then turn around and sell themselves. This is a serious matter, and Wang Junlin does not want to take this risk.
"Daddy!" A young man's voice came from the yard. Jia Yahui turned around and saw his most beloved son appearing in the yard. Jia Yahui has four sons in total. The eldest son is seventeen years old, the second son is thirteen years old, and the youngest son is eleven.
Years old, this is his eleven-year-old son.
Jia Yahui's expression changed drastically. He stood up quickly, but was coldly pushed down by Huang Zitao beside him.
"Please Lord Marquis, please let my family go..."
Jia Yahui's face turned red, and he knelt down again, begging Wang Junlin.
Wang Junlin smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Jia, I just need a hostage. As long as you do one thing for me, I will never harm you."
With a slight smile, Wang Junlin slowly pushed the gold in front of him, "You can choose. If you don't want to do it, I won't force you. If I give the gold to others, your son will return it to you in the future. If you want
This gold, then you should do your best to get things done for me, it’s your choice!”
Jia Yahui stared at the golden gold in front of him, greed once again occupied his heart. At this moment, Jiang Yishan's trust and support for him over the past few years had become insignificant. Money defeated loyalty.
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