In two lifetimes, this was the first time Jia Liu set foot in Shanxi.
My impression of this place in my previous life was definitely that of coal.
There are coal kilns in Shanxi at this time, but they are certainly not as large as those used in industrialization. The coal dug out is mostly used by urban residents to make fires, so the overall ecology is relatively green with green mountains and green waters and lush vegetation.
Jia Liu didn't have the mentality of being timid about being close to home. He only thought about whether there was any treasure in the old man's grave.
If there is, of course it will be easier for him, the eldest great-grandson.
The right is supposed to be the moving expenses for the great-grandson.
My brothers are still settling accounts.
However, the old man was clean and honest during his lifetime. He provided financial aid to students everywhere and devoted himself to cultivating talents for the Qing Dynasty. After his death, he did not leave much inheritance to his descendants, and 80% of his tombs contained nothing of value.
If that's the case, it can only be considered voluntary labor.
With relatives, Jia Liu wouldn't have anything to complain about.
When they arrived at Quwo County, they saw carriages and horses driving ahead. There were many people coming and going in this place, and they knew a lot of news. Jia Liu rode over to ask.
"Fellow!"
This affectionate name perfectly represents Jia Liu's feelings for the people in Taiye's hometown, even though he is now an authentic Manchurian.
His surname is not Jia, but Jia Jia.
But no matter what, his Manchu skin is still a pure Han heart.
"This master?"
A group of men who were tying up a carriage in front of the carriage shop stopped what they were doing and looked at Jia Liu, who was in plain clothes.
Although Jia Liu did not wear official uniform, his tall head and smooth temperament still betrayed his identity.
Either he is an official, or he is a second-generation official.
Anyway, it’s not something these hardworking people can offend.
"Fellow, I want to ask something, do you know where Jia Taibao's hometown is?"
Jia Liu was smiling all over his face, and his emotions were quite simple, trying not to let the fellow villagers have any bad opinions about him, a native of Beijing with the Manchurian Red Flag.
"Jia Taibao? Which Jia Taibao?"
The two guys who set up the car looked confused. They were probably not locals, or they didn't know much about the older generation.
An older man thought of something and asked, "Could this man be talking about Jia Taibao, who was struck by thunder in the front line?"
"Yes, yes, it's his home."
Jia Liu couldn't help but nod.
The nature of being struck by thunder on a grave is the same as being struck by thunder while alive, so there is no need to deliberately correct mistakes.
"It's not far. Take this road and go west. It will take about thirty miles to get there."
The guide didn't think much about it. Since Jia Taibao's tomb was struck by thunder, people often came to Jia's house to watch the fun.
In the first few days, Jia Taibao's grave was crowded with people, and people from the county came here specifically to see what was strange.
Because this thing is so rare, it only happens once every few hundred years.
The fortune tellers nearby all said that Jia Taibao's grave was struck by thunder, and it must be because his children and grandchildren had done some evil outside, so God punished him.
There are all kinds of opinions, and it’s very lively.
"Thank you!"
After thanking him, Jia Liu hurriedly took Shuan Zhu and others to the west.
Along the way, most of the people lived in thatched houses. It was rare to see brick houses, and there were not many mud houses. It was obvious that the local economy was very backward.
I can't help but wonder if I will be successful in my career in the future, like Zhu Yuanzhang, I will make Quwo a special zone so that fellow villagers can benefit from the glory of the Jia family.
In the pre-Ming Dynasty, the people of Fengyang, Zhongdu, really relied on the great honor of the old Zhu family and enjoyed certain tax-free privileges.
After the establishment of the Qing Dynasty, out of political necessity, a large number of people were discredited by the Zhu family of the former Ming Dynasty, and even the lyrics of the Fengyang Flower Drum Opera were tampered with.
The uninformed future generations would have thought that Fengyang, a special zone with a Ming generation, had been harmed by the old Zhu family.
"When you go to Zhuangzi, you have to smile, be polite, and say hello to people. You can't let your folks say that we Beijingers don't care about anyone, you know?"
It was a rare occasion to return to his hometown, and Jia Liu definitely couldn't come back empty-handed. He packed a carriage with large and small packages, which was somewhat of a token of his gratitude.
Daquan also told his son that if any of his clan members were in trouble, he should give them some money to help them.
Jia Liu understands these principles of life better than Daquan.
When we arrived at the place, we looked around and found a few children fishing for fish and shrimps in the ditch on the roadside. Jia Liu immediately got off his horse with a smile and asked Yang Zhi to take a pack of osmanthus cakes brought from Beijing to ask Jia's family.
where.
Yang Zhi carried the sweet-scented osmanthus cake over, stood by the canal and shouted: "Children, do you know where Jiajiazhuang is? Just tell me, and I'll give it to you."
After listening to Shuan Zhu's question, Jia Liu subconsciously took off the white gloves in his hands, shook them, and looked into the distance. If a tree that was in good condition suddenly fell, he would have to run away quickly.
The child was wary of strangers who suddenly appeared. He stood silently in the ditch and was not moved at all by the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in Shuan Zhu's hand.
"Hey, do you know yours? This is delicious."
Shuan Zhu squatted down, opened the box and presented neat pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of the children.
Seeing that there were many people on the road, the leading child couldn't help but feel a little scared. He shook his head and said, "There is no Jiajiazhuang here, only Simazhuang."
"Sima Village?"
Shuan Zhu placed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake by the ditch and went back to report to the young master. Maybe they hadn't arrived yet, so the children didn't know.
Jia Liu also thought this was the case, so he was about to lead his people to continue walking west. At this time, the leading child who was sharing the sweet-scented osmanthus cake with his companions suddenly stopped them: "Are you here to see the Jia family tomb that was struck by thunder?"
Before Shuan Zhu could speak, Jia Liu said first: "Yes, we are here to see the Jia family tomb."
"over there,"
The leading child pointed to a village not far away, "It's not called Jiajiazhuang, it's called Simazhuang."
Sima Zhuang?
Jia Liu was confused as to why the place where the Jia family lived was called Sima Zhuang.
With puzzlement, he led everyone to lead their horses towards Sima Village. From a distance, they saw what seemed to be a large tomb at the south end of the village.
As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw an old man sitting on the ground, braiding hemp rope.
Yang Zhi stepped forward and asked: "Fellow, is there anyone named Jia here?"
"You are?"
The old man raised his head and looked curiously at the new faces.
Yang Zhi said hurriedly: "We came from Beijing."
"From Beijing?"
The old man was a little excited, and he climbed up and looked at Shuan Zhu uncertainly, "Are you the eldest son?"
"Yes, we are the eldest son. This is my young master. We came back for the ancestral graves."
Yang Zhi quickly introduced the young master to the old man.
"Old man, are you also from the Jia family? I don't know how to address you?"
Jia Liu stepped forward with a smile on his face, thinking that this old man might be a brother of Daquan.
The Daquan said that the old man Jia Hanfu had several brothers who stayed in his hometown and spread their branches over a hundred years. There must be many relatives.
Without thinking, the old man knelt down to Jia Liu excitedly: "My grandson Youzhen kowtows to the third grandfather!"
While talking, Jia Liu actually knocked him. Before Jia Liu could react, the old man got up and stumbled towards the village.
"Everyone, come out quickly, someone is coming from Beijing, someone is coming from Beijing!"