As the director of the Jingling Administrative Committee, Jia Liu would definitely invite his old subordinates to take a look around.
Anyway, I don’t need tickets.
Early the next morning, Director Jia made arrangements, considering that he was not very familiar with Jingling. The last two visits were one for sightseeing and the other for purpose. He didn’t know much about the overall view of Jingling’s ground-level buildings. So I specially called Wing Commander Delwang and asked him to arrange a tour guide.
But can anyone visit the Qing Imperial Tombs?
The person who is in charge of your lord is not just a random person.
Delwang quickly found Abao, a pen-tie style, and asked him to serve as a tour guide for the old subordinates of the chief steward.
Abao was running around, very enthusiastic and eloquent.
Jia Liu saw this and thought that when he moved into the Qianqing Palace, the Eastern and Western Imperial Tombs would be fully opened. This Abao could be his successor and be responsible for collecting money and showing people around.
Opening the imperial tombs is also a means to revitalize the economy. It will be promoted to all parts of the country in the future. All places with beautiful scenery will be circled and collected to collect money. This will not only generate revenue for local finances, but also stimulate the local economy and increase people's income.
"When Emperor Sejongxian chose the name of the mausoleum for Emperor Shengzuren, he was so sad that he pricked his finger in the blood and circled the word Jingling..."
Abao spoke in detail, and the audience listened with fascination. The only black man was not interested in listening, and just looked around. He didn't look like a bannerman. If it weren't for the old subordinate of the Lord in Charge, Abao would have been grimacing.
The black man was targeting Lin Shuangwen, who came from Fujian. When he heard that Mr. Jia had arranged for them to visit the Emperor Kangxi's Mausoleum, Lin Shuangwen was very repulsive and resisted.
Because the Kangxi Dynasty implemented a sea ban, many people along the coast of Fujian were killed.
The Lin family's genealogy records that several of their ancestors were hunted and killed by the Qing army for secretly going out to sea to fish.
The Qing army didn't count the killing, but cut off the head and stuck it on the wood of the sea line to prevent the family members from restraining themselves.
But this matter was arranged by Mr. Jia who could help them in their rebellion. Lin Shuangwen couldn't help but follow Mr. Jia's wishes, so he followed everyone and took a look.
The clearer the Tatar official spoke, the more Lin Shuangwen wanted to dig up the Kangxi tomb, cut off the Tatar emperor's head and bring it back to Fujian to pay homage to his dead ancestors.
Yuanyuan was pregnant, so Jia Liu originally asked her to rest in the house and didn't let her come with her.
But it was also the first time for Yuanyuan to see the imperial mausoleum, so she was inevitably curious and insisted on following along to see it.
He also said that since he was a child, he followed his sister around to avoid being hunted by the Qing army, traveling over mountains and ridges, enduring hunger and suffering, so there was no need to treat her like a pampered Manchu princess.
Jia Liu had no choice but to take her with him. He was afraid that something might happen to hurt his son, so he held her carefully and kicked away any pebbles on the ground in advance.
For the convenience of Yuanyuan living in the imperial mausoleum, Jia Liu had already asked Liu Xinping to hire two nimble mothers nearby to serve him. He also thought that the food cooked by his mother would be unpalatable, so he planned to return to Beijing and invite a few more chefs. .
The renovation of the general manager's office has to be officially put on the agenda. Previously, it didn't matter if he lived alone, but now Yuanyuan also lives here. This noisy environment is really not suitable for pregnant women to do confinement, so he made up his mind to go back to Beijing to find Heshen. He even had to ask He Shen to allocate 100,000 to 80,000 yuan to build his house.
However, even though Yuanyuan said that she had a strong body and was not afraid of suffering, she still couldn't walk until she reached the top of Minglou.
With a full belly and unable to carry it, Jia Liu had no choice but to let two soldiers accompany Yuanyuan to rest here and continue walking towards Baoding with the others.
Baoding is the tomb of Kangxi.
Below is the underground palace.
Theoretically, as long as there are enough manpower, Kangxi's grave can be demolished without explosives.
When they arrived at Baoding, everyone was condescending. Even Yang Yuchun, who hated Kangxi deeply, was attracted by the scenery of the imperial mausoleum.
Jia Liu asked Abao to go back to the general manager's office to fetch the sedan chair left by the former general manager, and then directly carry Yuanyuan back.
After Abao left, Jia Liuxiao asked everyone how they were doing here.
"Not bad."
Liu De nodded. With his cultural level, these two words were all he could think of.
"The feng shui of this place is so good. It would be a pity to bury the Tatars. If they were buried..."
Yang Yuchun looked regretful.
"Bury what?"
Yang Zhi asked Xiao Chunzi with a smile, but his eyes were furtive at the young master.
"Of course it's buried,"
As soon as Yang Yuchun opened his mouth, Mr. Jia glared at him and forcefully suppressed his words.
Jia Liu was worried that Xiao Chunzi and Sao Zhu had been together for a long time and would catch each other's bad habits, so he opened his mouth to bury Mr. Jia.
He signaled Liu Heyi, who was also from a hutong background, to follow him aside.
Let’s get straight to the point: “Do you know a master in that industry?”
Liu Heyi was puzzled: "Which way?"
"It's just fake."
"Fake?"
Monk Liu Heyi and Zhang Er were confused as to what kind of lie they were making.
Jia Liu changed his story and asked Liu Heyi if there was any place in Beijing that sold antiques.
Anyone who specializes in selling antiques must have a master of counterfeiting.
Liu Heyi thought for a moment and said that there really was such a place in Beijing. It was in the City God's Temple Market in the outer city. He said that there were not only tripods from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, mirrors from the Qin and Han dynasties, calligraphy and paintings from the Tang and Song dynasties for sale, but also countless rare treasures.
Of course, it all depends on luck as to how many genuine items and how many fake items are sold.
"Why do you ask this, sir?"
Liu Heyi looked at Jia Liu with some suspicion. He suddenly got excited, shuddered, and pointed to the bottom of his feet, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Um."
Jia Liu patted Liu Heyi on the shoulder, "The coward will starve to death, and the bold one will starve to death. If you say that I am guarding a golden mountain but want to be a beggar, am I going to be struck by lightning?"
It took Liu Heyi a long time to say "hmm".
"Then you will do this?"
Jia Liu is striking while the iron is hot, and Liu Heyi is a smart guy. If you give him the task of organizing the Jingling aftermath committee, he will probably be able to do it.
Liu Heyi made some calculations. He looked at the bright building in the distance for a while, and at the underground palace under his feet for a while. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "I can do it, but you have to get the list."
Jia Liu hurriedly said that he would find a way to do this.
"That's it,"
Liu Heyi looked around and lowered his voice: "But we have to transfer some people from Sichuan."
It was Jia Liu's turn to be confused: "Why?"
Liu Heyi couldn't laugh or cry: "How can such a thing be done in Beijing? We have to kidnap the people we need to Sichuan, otherwise something will definitely happen."
Jia Liu suddenly realized this and immediately decided to dispatch the kidnappers from Sichuan.
"I know you make people feel at ease when doing things."
Jia Liu gave it a very high evaluation.
"You can't rush this kind of thing. You have to take your time. Don't think about getting rid of everything at once. You have to keep it flowing..."
Liu Heyi put forward a more professional opinion, if you really want to do it, don't pack it in sacks, because the market is limited, and if you do a lot of it at once, the market will fall.
Of course Jia Liu understands this.
Liu Heyi thought for a while and suddenly asked: "Jingling has done it, do you want Xiaoling to do it?"
"Don't do it, it's too risky."
Jia Liu thought to himself that Jingling should do it from the beginning through water seepage, and Xiaoling was not under his control, so what should he do.
Liu Heyi couldn't help but be disappointed when he saw that Guiziliu had no idea of taking Xiaoling.
Jia Liu comforted the other party: "As for money, earn it slowly. If I have a share, how can I lose yours?"
But Liu Heyi shook his head: "I have no other intention, I just want to see if Mr. Shunzhi has become a monk."
This is really archeology.
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I'm going to the province to attend a Writers' Association meeting in the next few days, and I'll update it in two or three updates.