Jia Daquan, who had just returned from the Dutong Yamen, ran into his neighbor Chang Wuye and quickly saluted: "Fifth Master, you are lucky!"
"Jixiangjixiang, I'm talking about Daquan. Why, are you going to the Yamen again? Did you say when Liuzi will be back? This child has been there for several months. It's weird."
Mr. Chang Wu, who is in his seventies, looks old but has a strong body. He is holding a birdcage in his hand and is going to have afternoon tea.
Even though the old man is dying now, the Holy Patriarch and the General Wang went to the northwest to fight, and they were very fierce.
Jia Daquan shook his head: "I asked, but I didn't tell you. I said I didn't believe it."
In the first month of the first month, after Jia Daquan learned from the Dutong Yamen that his precious son had become the head of Lan Ling, he went to the Dutong Yamen every now and then to inquire, for no other reason than to know when his son would come back, but it was the same every time.
The answer is I don’t know.
This made him anxious.
But what's the point of being anxious? I really don't know where the Tongtong Yamen is.
The brat didn't know how to send a letter home, making the father very anxious. I really feel sorry for the parents in the world. I am worried about my son traveling thousands of miles away.
Chang Wuye signaled Daquan not to help him, and turned around and pointed towards his courtyard: "Go back, your two daughters are here."
"Hey, okay, Fifth Master, please walk slowly!"
After the seventy-year-old Chang Wuye slipped away with the birdcage, Jia Daquan turned around and went back.
When I arrived at the door of my house, I saw that the door was open. When I looked inside, my two grandchildren were squatting on the floor playing, and my two daughters were also busy in the kitchen.
"Dad, you're back,"
The eldest daughter Jia Juan, who was picking vegetables, saw her father coming back, put down the vegetables in her hands and stood up, "Are you going to Dutong Yamen again?"
"Yup."
While Jia Daquan promised his daughter, he made a gesture like a tiger descending from the mountain to scare his two precious grandchildren, who happily circled around him.
"Dad, the sixth son is not a young man, and now he is Lan Ling's servant. How can he come back as soon as he can? If you have nothing to do, just rest at home. Why do you ask if you are old? If you don't bother me, the people from other yamen are still here.
It’s annoying.”
The speaker was Jia Lan, the second daughter who was scrubbing in the house.
"You are just such a brother. Can I not worry about your father? What, you want to ride? Okay, okay, grandpa will ride for you."
Jia Daquan squatted down without saying a word, and his grandson Erbao Gulu climbed up.
Seeing this, Jia Juan hurriedly shouted: "Er Bao, come down quickly, don't twist grandpa's waist again."
"It's okay. I'm happy to twist my waist, grandpa."
After his son went to the front line, Jia Daquan was happiest when his two grandsons came to accompany him.
We were separated from each other, so we didn't say anything about it.
That being said, how could Jia Juan really let her son twist her grandfather's waist, then step forward and take the little guy down.
"I don't, I don't"
The little guy wasn't happy yet, so Jia Juan was so angry that she wanted to spank him, which frightened the little guy and hid behind his aunt.
"Isn't this just kidding? Look at how scared the child is."
Jia Daquan took the second treasure and then the Dabao. The more he looked at it, the happier he became. Then he looked at the second daughter: "Lanzi, you two should hurry up and have a baby. Don't let the Gao family say that our Jia family is not right."
Live them"
"Dad, it's urgent to have a baby,"
Looking at her sister's two children, Jialan wondered if she wanted to have a child of her own, but the couple had been married for some time, and her belly just didn't grow.
She does the work that needs to be done, and sometimes she asks for it twice more, which makes her husband gasp for breath from exhaustion. The problem is that his belly is like a thin field, no matter how much fertilizer is applied and the seeds are lost, nothing grows.
She has tried all kinds of methods, and the couple dare not go to the ground for fear of losing the seeds, but menstruation still comes every month, what can she do?
"I heard someone said that there is a Xu Shenxian in the outer city."
Jia Juan was thinking about taking her sister to visit the place of the immortals tomorrow. While they were discussing, someone knocked on the door outside.
Gusi
"Shuan Zhu, look who's coming."
Jia Daquan subconsciously turned his head and shouted. Before he finished speaking, he remembered that Shuan Zhu had accompanied his son to the front line, and he couldn't help but feel empty in his heart.
"Dad, I'll open the door."
Jia Juan quickly walked to the courtyard door, unbolted the door bolt and opened the door. Before she could ask, she was stunned.
"Who?"
Seeing the eldest daughter standing there without any response, Jia Daquan was surprised. He walked to the door and took a look, but his heart trembled violently.
The people outside the door were actually the guards who had helped the Jia family a lot!
Not only were he and the guards alone, but he was also followed by more than a dozen officials from the Zhenglan Banner Dutong Yamen of the Han Army, as well as officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War.
Two guards wearing yellow mandarin jackets also held a plaque in their hands, with the four characters "Unparalleled Loyalty and Bravery" written on it.
Look at Lao Cui of Dutong Yamen, Lao Zheng and the others are also holding a white banner with a line of big characters "U Neng Ibatulu" on it.
There were dozens of soldiers behind the officials, and the few in front were holding white lanterns with the words "Mourning in the Jia Mansion" posted on them.
"Uncle, Brother Dongge, he, he, died for the country. The emperor sent me here specially. This is Brother Dongge's braid,"
Before He Shen, who had tears in his eyes, could finish his words, he saw Jia Da's whole body went limp, he fell backwards, and passed out on the spot.
He Shen was shocked: "Hurry, save people!"
Several officials stepped forward to carry Jia Daquan into the house, and the two imperial doctors who came together also followed him in carrying medicine boxes.
It was He Shen's intention to bring the imperial doctor here with him, because he was afraid of the current situation.
"my condolences."
Looking at the woman who didn't know whether it was Jia Dongge's sister or sister, He Shen felt extremely uncomfortable and gently handed the braid in his hand forward.
As a result, this woman's vision also went dark and she fainted.
There was another rush.
Jia Lan, the second daughter of the Jia family, was left paralyzed on the ground, with tears streaming down her face and howling loudly. Judging by her posture, Jia Liuyi would be the one without a boss for a while.
The people from the Dutong Yamen asked: "Master He, what should I do?"
He Shen sighed and ordered everyone to hang the emperor's edict "Unparalleled Loyalty and Courage" in the main hall first, then enshrine Jia Dongge's braid, and immediately arrange for the mourning hall.
"The emperor ordered that Jia Dongge's funeral must be well organized without any carelessness."
"嗻!"
The officials quickly began to make arrangements, and some went to notify relatives of the Jia family.
A painter came over and asked what to do with Jia Dongge's portrait. Because the emperor decreed that the portrait of Jia Dongge, the forward commander of the Han Army who died in the battle, should be displayed in Ziguang Pavilion, so the palace specially sent two painters.
It's just that they have never seen Jia Dongge in person and don't know how to draw a portrait of this hero.
He Shen also had a headache, so he asked the two painters to first see what Jia Dongge's father looked like, and then draw a picture based on his appearance based on his own impressions.
This was the only way to do it. The two painters secretly went to admire the hero's father.
The reason for keeping quiet is of course because this kind of thing cannot be made public.
Soon, the sixth son of the Jia family was killed on the Jinchuan front line. The emperor granted Batulu the title of posthumous title and sent imperial guards to attend the funeral. The news spread throughout Xiliu Hutong.
It was really a huge crowd of people and the eight flags were flying.
As the gongs and drums sounded, the Jia family was shrouded in white haze from top to bottom, from inside to outside.
"Brother, it's all your fault. Now it's better. Grandpa's house really belongs to us."
Erbao was angry. He stopped playing with Dabao. He missed his uncle.