Two days later, it was the seventeenth day of the winter month.
It is suitable for burial, tomb repair, breaking ground and offering sacrifices.
Taboo...taboo on everything except trivial matters.
What is said in the "Shi Xian Shu" should be more accurate.
The weather was not bad. Although it was cold, there was finally a sun. I squatted in a corner with no wind and felt warm after a while.
On such a good day, Jia Liu is about to report to Camp Jianrui.
The second brother-in-law, Gao Delu, suggested the day before yesterday that he might as well ask He Shen for help to see if he could replace Jia Liu through Yingzhongtang's connections.
"Favors are inseparable! My family and the guards have already done a great job in setting up the flag, so how can I trouble others with this matter again? How do I ask others to think of me?"
Jia Liu didn't want to leave He Shen with the impression that he was greedy for life and fearful of death, and was afraid of death, and He Shen would definitely not help in this matter.
After all, He Zhongtang is still a good young talent of the Qing Dynasty, and he is also a real young hero. He is very ambitious and can't see anything in his eyes.
Even if He Shen was willing to help because of the tiger or beast's kindness, Ying Lian would not be able to pass the test either.
So, let’s accept the reality and go to Jinchuan for a visit.
Well, how should I put it, this is life.
Jia Daquan also went out for two days for activities. In the end, he either couldn't get in or was persuaded to come back.
It wasn't that the officials who usually looked like brothers to Daquan were unwilling to help, it was actually the emperor's will to do this.
Fu Dutong was watching closely, and no one dared to change the roster at the risk of losing their official title.
Besides, how much money can Jia Daquan pay?
The eldest sister's family and the second sister's family came. The two sisters were crying and crying, which made Jia Liu feel uncomfortable.
"Dad, I'm going."
After tying his belt, Jia Liu walked to the middle of the yard under the reluctant eyes of his two sisters.
Dabao suddenly broke free from his mother's hand and ran over to hug his uncle, asking with concern: "Uncle, when will you come back?"
"quickly,"
Jia Liu felt warm in his heart. He picked up his eldest nephew, pinched his little face and kissed him, "Maybe my uncle will come back during the Chinese New Year."
"Ah, so soon?...Uncle, can you not come back?" Dabao looked expectant and wiped his nose on his uncle's clothes.
It's cold and the children are freezing.
"How can you prevent uncle from coming back?"
There's something strange about Jia Liumian. When did this kid get a bone on the back of his head?
"If my uncle doesn't come back, this yard will belong to me and Erbao when my grandpa dies. Otherwise, when we grow up and get a wife, my parents will have no place to live."
Dabao's innocent face showed innocence, and his filial piety made Jia Liu very happy.
Nephew and uncle, the ancients will never deceive me.
Then he watched Dabao being dragged aside by his mother and beaten severely.
Erbao was very clever. When he saw his brother being beaten, he hurriedly raised his mouth and shouted: "I want uncle, I don't want the house."
"good,"
After touching his nephew's head, Jia Liu looked back at Yang Zhi: "Shuan Zhu, have you packed everything?"
Yang Zhi hurriedly said: "Don't worry, young master, I have brought everything I need to take."
"Put it on your back."
"Why!"
Yang Zhi hurriedly picked up the two large bundles tied together with ropes and carried them on his shoulders, one in front and one in the back.
When a bannerman's children go to war, they must bring slaves from the Baoyi family. This is a rule handed down from our ancestors.
However, the Jia family is no longer what it used to be. His father, Jia Zuwang, was able to take care of four of his family's slaves.
In the early years, bannermen's children had to bring their own horses and weapons when going to war. Now that the court had money, all they had to do was go.
Jia Daquan walked to his son with his eldest grandson who was beaten until he burst into tears. He opened his mouth and sighed again. He didn't know what to say, so he had to tell Yang Zhi again: "Shuan Zhu, you have to watch these young masters."
, you must not let anything happen to the young master, or else you won’t come back!”
"Don't worry, Master, as long as I am there, you will be the master!"
Yang Zhi's loyalty to the Jia family is unquestionable. He was born in the Jia family, ate in the Jia family, and died in the Jia family from his father's generation. For more than a hundred years, he has regarded the Jia family as his own.
Jia Liu's mouth was crooked, Shuan Zhu's words were not very pleasant to listen to.
What does it mean that as long as I am there, there will be a young master?
"Dad, take care of yourself! Shuan Zhu, let's go!"
Jia Liu doesn't want to be too affectionate with his children, so since there is no retreat, he should move forward bravely.
But when he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at Jia Daquan, who had gained a few more white hairs overnight, as well as his two sisters with red eyes, and his two brothers-in-law who were in extremely complicated moods, and sighed slightly in his heart.
, said: "Dad, my son is not at home. You should drink less. Don't sleep in the alley and freeze to death...Sister, you should come and visit dad more often. Shuan Zhu came with me. No one at home will help."
He cooks..."
"Yeah, I know."
Jialan's mood suddenly collapsed and he burst into tears.
If Jia Juan hadn't been supported by her husband, she might have fainted and fallen to the ground.
Jia Daquan also felt uncomfortable. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed his son's hand, and said tremblingly: "You have to take what dad told you to heart. If you have a chance..."
"My son knows, and my son is not stupid."
Jia Liu nodded, and Jia Daquan asked him to find an opportunity to fall off his horse or break his leg while running. In short, as long as he could be put back, some pain would be nothing.
There were many neighbors standing outside the door. Some of them were really concerned about the Jia family's son's expedition, and some of them came to watch the fun.
"Sixth son, when you get to the army, you must work hard and don't embarrass us in Xiliu Hutong." The third uncle, who is in his seventies, is old and arrogant, and his spirit is getting worse and worse.
"Third uncle, don't worry, you can't bring shame on our alley!"
Jia Liu helped the third uncle to the wall, lest the old man could not stand and take a step ahead of him.
On weekdays, she always said behind her back that Jia Liu didn't study well. The prodigal second wife looked at Jia Liu and felt very sad. She wiped her eyes with her sleeves and said "Oh": "I don't know when I will be able to look at you kid again.
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"Liu Zi, you must take care of yourself when you get to the place, and don't show off. Those soldiers are powerful, and their swords and guns are blind..."
"..."
Whether sincere or not, the neighbors in Xiliu Hutong made Jia Liu feel cared for like never before.
When they arrived at the meeting point of Dutong Yamen, they found that Chang Bingzhong, Zu Yingyuan and others had arrived a long time ago, seventeen people each.
Except for Zu Yingyuan, the other sixteen people basically had the same expression.
The Zhenglan Banner of the Han Army was the second-lowest among the Eight Banners of the Han Army who went out to worship Tanga. The smallest number was the Xianghuang Banner of the Han Army, with only eight.
The largest number was the Zhengbai Banner of the Han Army, with twenty-one people.
After everyone had arrived, Wang An from the Riding School, who was responsible for leading the team last time, came over and organized everyone to get on the bus and report to the school field.
With various moods, Jia Liu and seventeen others got on the carriage in front.
Yang Zhi and other slaves from each family who came with them were busy behind the carriage and saluting, filling the carriage with large and small bags.
When we arrived at Deshengmen Campus, more Eight Banners troops had arrived, and people from Jianrui Camp were busy making arrangements.
In the school grounds, the officers and soldiers of the Jianrui Battalion were marching out of the barracks in groups. It seemed that they were also heading to Jinchuan to join the war.
Inside and outside, flags were fluttering, and there was a chill in the wind.