Chapter 385 The forehead must be prepared in his heart
Since ancient times, nephews have been treated like uncles, and this is not true at all.
Jia Liu now wanted to kick his thirteen-year-old nephew out of the door.
Because this boy actually scratched the soles of his uncle's feet with hair!
And she did it quietly when her aunt wasn't paying attention.
Fortunately, my uncle has woken up, otherwise, there would be no way to end it.
After drinking some millet porridge, the uncle made sure to ask about his nephew's studies. As a result, the answers he received were not what he asked, and he read all the books into his stomach.
However, Jia Liu was quite satisfied and was not worried about his nephew's future after graduation. After all, Xian'an Palace Official School was the Eight Banners University of the Qing Dynasty. Even those who could study in this school, even if they could not read a single Chinese character, would start at the department level.
At least 30% of today's important officials in the imperial court, governors from various places, and generals from Manchu and Mongolia graduated from the official school of Xian'an Palace.
Half of the Imperial Guard alumni.
Xiaobao and Xiaobao can become classmates with so many outstanding people. With his uncle at the helm, how can his future achievements be any different?
Of course, this is all thanks to him and Zhongtang. If he hadn't spoken to Zhongtang, it would have been difficult for Dabao and Dabao to transfer from a private elementary school to the High School Affiliated to Tsinghua University.
After all, the two brothers were from Han banners, not authentic Manchus like their uncle.
Seeing that his uncle was in better health, Dabao couldn't help but feel relieved. He put his schoolbag on his shoulder and said casually to his uncle: "Uncle, please rest. My classmate is celebrating his birthday today. He has reserved a banquet in the outer city. I have to go and socialize.
I won’t be here with you anymore.”
"Um?"
Jia Liu was in a trance for a while. His nephew's tone of voice and the way he held his schoolbag looked exactly like him back then.
"Which restaurant did you book a table at?"
Jia Liu took out a one-hundred-tael silver note from his pocket and motioned to his wife to hand it to his eldest nephew. The boy was old and he needed some living money. Besides, it was also a class reunion, so he couldn't lose his place in the scene.
The nephew has no face, but he, the uncle, has no face.
"Yuchun Tower."
Dabao took the banknote from his aunt's hand and found that it was for one hundred taels. He was immediately ecstatic: his uncle still loved him and asked his mother for money. One tael was worth the money. If he didn't want his uncle to take action, it would be one hundred taels. When his uncle goes to the funeral in the future,
No matter what, I have to kowtow more and howl more.
"Oh, Yuchunlou, the food here is pretty good. Go ahead and drink less. Don't come back too late and worry your mother."
Just like the elders, after a long talk, Jia Liu looked at Dabao taking the money and leaving gracefully, and Jia Liu felt like he had someone to follow him.
The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and another legend will emerge among the children of the Han army.
"You are serious, you are not afraid of Dabao being a bad learner after giving him so much money? Also, how old is he, how can he drink? How can an uncle of yours behave like this?"
Ruxiu complained while feeding her husband porridge.
It's not that she loves money, but that Dabao is only thirteen years old. No matter how much an uncle loves his nephew, he can't give his child to a playboy.
"Thirteen is not too young. There are many people in Qili who are getting married at the age of twelve. When the regent led us Manchurians into the customs, all the twelve-year-olds had to wear armor and go into battle. Girls who were eleven or twelve were married in Qili.
There are even more. Where are the children, they are all adults, little adults."
Recalling the glorious past of the Eight Banners, Jia Liu was filled with emotion. He suddenly said "yeah" and his face changed rapidly, as if something serious had happened.
This appearance startled Ruxiu, and she lost her voice: "What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing."
Jia Liu couldn't say anything, but he was very panicked in his heart.
Why?
Because his old friend Da Yu'er was doing business in Yuchun Building. If Dabao, a kid, was seduced by his classmates and ended up playing with the same woman as his uncle, then his uncle and nephew would become a big joke to the Eight Banners.
Ruxiu knew that her husband must be hiding something from her, but she didn't ask. She wiped his mouth with a towel and said, "The imperial doctor said you have to rest and your mood should not fluctuate too much."
Just as he was talking, the steward Zhao Jinzhong came to report that it was the rich minister of the Ministry of Rites who came to visit his father-in-law.
"Fubudo?"
Ruxiu didn't know what the relationship between Fubutang and her husband was and came here to visit. Jia Liu casually said that she and Fubutang had cooperated during the suppression of bandits in Sichuan, and they were considered colleagues. This was not the case when someone heard that she was sick and came here to visit.
Human nature.
Ruxiu asked Manager Zhao to invite people in, while she cleaned up the dishes and went to take care of her daughter.
"My son-in-law has suffered a serious crime this time,"
The old rich man heard his voice before he saw him.
"You come to visit me, a patient, and you come empty-handed?"
Jia Liu lifted the wet towel on his forehead and glanced at the old rich man with empty hands.
"If you and I want to talk politely, are we going out of our way?"
Fulehun looked around, then quickly walked to the bed and stretched out his hand to pull the braid on the back of Jia Liu's head.
"What?"
Jia Liu didn't catch it. He cut off the braid and tied it again, so the old man pulled it away.
"I knew it!"
Looking at the broken braid in his hand, Fuller's face looked like this.
"It's not what you think,"
Jia Liu wanted to explain.
But the old rich man waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to explain. He moved a stool and sat beside the bed, and asked seriously: "Are you really called to your soul?"
"The son is speechless, the ghosts and the gods are confused"
Jia Liu would never admit such a bizarre thing, and he would never add fuel to the rumors.
Without thinking, the old rich man nodded and said: "Okay, you don't need to tell me. I know your difficulties. This kind of thing cannot be admitted under any circumstances. Remember, even to the emperor, you cannot admit that you were awakened by the White Lotus Demon."
, you just said that you were tired of military duties in Shandong, and rescued people on the river embankment for several days in a row. You were overworked and had a stroke, which led to your confusion. Do you understand? "
"Stroke?"
Jia Liu was slightly stunned.
"Well, stroke."
Fulehun looked determined. He came here not only to see if Guizi Liu was okay, but also to remind him not to talk nonsense.
Seeing a pear on the coffee table, he took one and peeled it and said: "Old Yang wrote to me. You are doing well in Shandong. Cathay and Xu Ji all support you, so they were very worried after hearing about your accident."
I was very worried and asked me to come over and see you.”
Hearing this, Jia Liu's nose felt slightly sour. He didn't expect that the person who cared about him the most in the world was actually helping the country.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Ancient people, sincerely do not deceive me.
"Don't offend that Asiha in the future. The matter in Linqing ends here."
"Why?"
"Why?"
Fulehun sneered and told Jia Liu that Asiha had been promoted to the position of Minister of the Ministry of Personnel yesterday by the emperor's decree, and was also granted the privilege of riding horses in the Forbidden City.
Jia Liu said "Oh" but had no reaction.
Fulehun was a little puzzled: "You're not surprised at all?"
"You can become the Minister of Rites. A coward, Asiha, can become the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. Is there anything strange about it?"
Ever since he heard about Yang Jingsu's story about Asiha's three ups and downs, Jia Liu had become immune to such incidents.
Even if Asiha was called as his son-in-law by Qianlong, he would not say "ah".
After a moment of silence in the room, the old man leaned forward and asked, "Do you know something?"
"What's up?"
Jia Liu responded this time, and he also leaned forward because he saw the sparkle in the old rich man's eyes.
Based on this judgment, the following is the big news.
Sure enough, it's heavy enough.
"The emperor may not be from Manchuria, you have to be aware of it."