Chapter one hundred and forty-two suitable marriage
While all the bannermen colleagues were waiting on the official road, yawning endlessly, Master Jia's servant Shuan Zhu came back. The soldiers who followed him each carried a sack, and their faces were filled with smiles of joy for the harvest.
Liu De and the others stepped forward and opened it. One bag contained silver ingots, one bag contained broken silver, one bag contained copper coins, and one bag contained messy gold and silver jewelry.
There is also a bag of bacon and two bags of rice.
Goudan, who smelled the meat, moved his fat buttocks and lay on the bag to smell it with his nose.
"Master, give it!"
Yang Zhi put three banknotes with a face value of five hundred taels into the young master's hand, with a proud face: What do you think, I can do it!
Did you really give money?
Jia Liu was dumbfounded.
The word "Huang Kao" does not mean the emperor Lao Tzu, but the meaning of the father or ancestor.
So when Shuan Zhu suggested that he could use these two words to knock the tomb owner's family hard, his morality and conscience told him that he couldn't do this, and finally he let Shuan Zhu go out with the mentality of giving it a try.
Unexpectedly, Shuan Zhu actually succeeded in extorting a large amount of money from others.
"Master, how about it? It took no effort to get this money!...Why don't you praise me?"
Yang Zhi needed the young master's praise. He hadn't heard the young master's praise for a long time.
After the chaos, Jia Liu felt that the matter must be interesting, so he began to interrogate.
He asked: "How did you tell others?"
Yang Zhi said: "I just led people to find Mr. Hu directly and said that if you call your father Huang Kao, then who are you!"
Jia Liu was surprised: "And then gave you money?"
Yang Zhi shook his head: "It's not that simple. Hey, young master, you don't know. That guy with the surname Hu is very stubborn. He said that Huang Kao means my father and my son. He also said that Emperor Gaoyang is a descendant of Miao. My Emperor Kao is called Boyong. It's all a mess.
Yes, if the young master hadn't allowed me to use violence, I would have wanted to have someone beat him up!"
Jia Liu became more and more confused after hearing this: "In this case, people shouldn't give you money?"
Yang Zhi nodded: "Yes, the man named Hu is very fierce. He also threatened me, saying that his son-in-law is from the province, his brother-in-law is from the government, and his brother-in-law is from the county. If I continue to talk nonsense, he will report it to the official.
Catch us!"
Jia Liu was stunned. The background of the Hu family was acceptable.
I became more and more curious: "Then how did the Hu family give you money in the end?"
Yang Zhi smiled "hehe": "When I saw him being so fierce, I told him, if you don't talk to me, I will ask the guy in the yellow jacket to come over and talk to you, and then he obediently gave me the money... and sent me out."
He was very polite and called me Mr. Yang every time."
"..."
Jia Liu's mouth is a little crooked.
No wonder someone was looking furtively this way at the intersection just now. Madrid shouted and the two of them ran away. It was Mr. Hu who sent him to see if there was really a yellow jacket.
After working for a long time, it wasn't Shuan Zhu's ghostly "Huang Kao" literary inquisition that had the effect, but the yellow mantle he was wearing that frightened people away.
Therefore, this money should be regarded as earned by Mr. Jia himself and has nothing to do with Shuan Zhu.
If you think this way, your thoughts will become clear.
"Young Master, this is a good business to make a fortune. There are so many local rich people who are privately engraving the imperial examination. We will slowly sweep through villages, towns and counties, and then prefectures and provinces... we will definitely make a lot of money.
Man, it's better than robbing the army's salary! It's great to make a lot of money without having to work hard..."
Yang Zhi, who committed a crime alone for the first time and succeeded, actually thought about the great career of dragging the young master to visit graves and earn money.
Go ahead, there will definitely be a comeback.
If the young master feels tired, he can wear a yellow jacket and go out to visit the graves.
He has two of them.
"..."
Jia Liu, who had been pondering for a long time, had to pat his good slave on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "Shuan Zhu, if the young master nails you in a coffin and buries you in the future, can you not blame me?"
"How could I blame the young master? Of course a person must be buried after death. The young master can nail my coffin himself..."
Yang Zhi suddenly stopped talking.
Jia Liu thought he should know what he meant.
However, Yang Zhi muttered: "Master, how do you know it wasn't you who made the first move?"
Guyan
"roll!"
Jia Liu was furious, flew into a rage, jumped on the carriage and continued to sleep.
Adults, don't argue with children.
.........
Of course Jia Liu didn't return the money Shuan Zhu had knocked from the Hu family.
Because the Hu family is rich and the local rich man.
There are relatives in the province, prefecture, and county. If you don't knock him, knock whoever you want.
Shuan Zhu's words are rough, but his reasoning is not rough.
The Qianlong Dynasty was the heyday of the literary inquisition in the Qing Dynasty. Those Han officials, gentry, and scholars were very frightened by this.
Qianlong himself was also keen on using literary inquisition to attack his opponents. In addition to attacking the Han people, he also guarded against the Manchus. Didn't he use the literary inquisition to discredit Ortai, who had been dead for ten years, and completely eliminate the remnants of Ortai's party?
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The enthusiasm for Literary Prison can be said to be as high as the perfection of martial arts.
Therefore, Jia Liu felt that he could follow Qianlong's wishes and use the Literary Prison to attack those officials and gentry who were not loyal to the Qing Dynasty.
In this way, you can not only express your loyalty, but also eliminate traitors for the general cleaning. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?
If it were a Han Chinese, this would not work.
But who is he?
Wu Neng Yibatulu, who was ennobled by the emperor, Jia Shikai, who escaped from death in Jinchuan and Jinchuan, was unparalleled in loyalty and bravery, the heroes of Ziguang Pavilion, and the bannermen with upright roots!
If he doesn’t do it, who will!
The more I think about it, the more I get the idea. In the future, if someone doesn't like you, no matter whether you are Manchurian or Mongolian, I will directly bribe his servants to hide Qingfeng's illiterate character in his home.
Officials have to write, and as long as you write, Jia Liu will be able to pick out your anti-Qing intentions.
If you can't dig it out yourself, then there are still bolts.
Of course, he cannot start this matter, he must ride on the wind and become bigger and stronger.
The storm of literary inquisition in the mid-Qianlong period is expected to come within the next two years.
Jia Liu didn't want the money he had knocked, and asked Liu De and Madri to distribute it to everyone accompanying them, including Goudan.
Jia Liu would never treat his savior as a human being.
The main reason is that all the money I got from the Hu family is small money. It doesn't matter. I might as well give it to the followers.
If he wants to set up a literary inquisition, even if it is not to attack his political opponents, but simply for money, he will have to start with at least one hundred thousand taels.
Above this number, Master Jia will give you the opportunity to continue to be a loyal minister.
If it's lower than this number, I'm sorry, let's talk in front of the emperor.
Sure enough, the followers who had money to share, including the group of Sauron soldiers, became more loyal to Master Jia, and their blood value soared to ninety-nine points.
The team continues to set off.
The weather was getting hotter and hotter. If Qianlong hadn't summoned him, Jia Liuzhi might have taken a break from the summer heat in Shaanxi.
Finally, on the first day of May, Jia Liu, whose bones were almost falling apart, saw the majestic Beijing city wall in the distance.
There is no way to describe it other than tall.
The smell of horse urine, camel odor, and cow dung that permeated the city gate was all so familiar.
"I'm back!"
After taking a deep breath, Jia Liushi became excited and couldn't help but chant in front of everyone: "Today is a good day."
Yang Zhi beside him said "Hmm": "Master, today is such a good day. The almanac says it is a good time to get married."
"Is it?"
Jia Liu, whose poetry was interrupted, took the "Shi Xian Shu" in Shuan Zhu's hand and turned it over: Hey, today is really a good day to marry a wife.