After coming out of the underground palace, Jia Liu led his people to his great-grandfather's grave to set off the whip.
There is an official saying that this tomb is called Baoding.
The soldiers stretched dozens of strings of specially brought whips along the top of the tomb. Jia Liu looked at them and motioned to the soldiers to arrange the small whips into figures of 6 and 8.
This is called being particular.
Jia Liu has always paid attention to details.
"Sir, you are ready!"
Baozhu, the commander of the artillery fire, waved from a distance.
"good!"
Jia Liu took out the small gun from his waist, lit the match, covered his ears with one hand, raised his hand to the sky, and sent out a signal with a "bang" sound.
When the soldiers in the artillery team heard the signal, they squatted down collectively and lit small whips with fire sticks. Suddenly, the tomb exploded into a ball with "thunderbolts".
"Sir, the feng shui here is really unique. Please take a look!"
Fan Wei had been a military advisor of the Qingshui Sect and knew a little bit about Feng Shui. He pointed to the surrounding terrain and explained to the Lord Gui family: "This place can be called the area where the universe gathers together, the place where yin and yang meet, and the sand and stones in the dragon's cave are all beautiful.
Collect, the water laws of the mountains are well-organized, and the situation is well-prepared. It is truly the emperor’s best choice for auspicious places for thousands of years!”
"This is natural, how can my vision be bad?"
Jia Liu put his hands behind his back, walked to the top of the tomb, looked around for a moment, then frowned slightly, and said worriedly to Fan Wei: "The place is good, but my old man is buried here. My father and I are buried here."
In the future, he will most likely be buried at the Dongling Tomb. The two places are hundreds of miles apart, making it impossible for grandson and grandson to meet each other. It seems inconsistent with the ancient imperial ceremony. What should I do?"
"Um?"
Fan Wei observed the words and expressions, immediately changed his role, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "I think that the Taiping Valley in Taining Mountain is an auspicious place for thousands of years. Although it is hundreds of miles away from Xiaoling and Jingling, it is the boundary between Yizhou and Zunhua Prefecture.
It is not far from the capital. It can be said that we live together in Jifu, and are side by side with Shenzhou. It looks like two dragons spitting pearls in the east and west. This is the atmosphere of the prosperous dynasty for thousands of years."
"You are still good at talking. No wonder Leader Wang uses you as his military advisor."
Jia Liuda was very happy. From the map, it was really a Feng Shui bureau with two dragons spitting pearls from the east and west. After the smell of firecrackers and gunpowder smoke dissipated from the tomb, he asked Baozhu and the others to clean it up, while he went there with Fan Wei, Shuan Zhu and the others.
Zhaojiazhuang in the distance.
Zhaojiazhuang is the old name, and the people who lived here were demolished and left fifty years ago.
It is said that during the Yongzheng Emperor's reign, compensation was quite large for the households demolished in Tailing, and it was a major public welfare matter. Therefore, when the officers and soldiers came to expropriate land and demolish the land, the people cooperated very well, and more than a thousand households were relocated.
Today, Zhaojiazhuang is a wasteland covered with trees and weeds.
In the plan of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, this place was originally the auspicious place for the current emperor Qianlong. However, Qianlong chose to be buried next to the Jingling Mausoleum of his biological son Ama due to his life experience. Therefore, if the history of this place is not changed by Jia Liu, it will be the future Jiaqing.
community.
Now, it's hard to say.
If Jia Liu is happy, it is not impossible to build a White House here.
"grown ups!"
Jamur, Ding Qing and others came over to salute. Not far behind them was a new tomb that had just been piled up.
Jia Liu looked at the new grave: "How many feet were dug?"
Zamul hurriedly said: "Sir, it's six feet."
Three feet is one meter, six feet is two meters, plus the pile of graves is nearly two meters, and the depth of the above-ground and underground buildings is four meters. This area is worthy of the late emperor and his wife.
This is why Yongzheng could enjoy this treatment. If it were Qianlong, Jia Liu would probably sell his people abroad.
Out of politeness, Jia Liu took the shovel, symbolically dug two shovels of mud and piled it on Yongzheng's grave. Then he moved the inverted triangle-shaped tomb block dug by Ding Qing onto the grave. It was square and square. Only when you were generally satisfied did you jump off.
"Burn it."
"嗻!"
Ding Qing and others knelt on the ground and burned the boys and girls they bought plus several large bundles of paper money to the late emperor.
"Burn these two notes as well."
Jia Liu took out two notes from his arms and gave them to Ding Qing.
Ding Qing glanced at it and his cheeks twitched slightly. The first note was an official letter of introduction written by Master Jia Jia requesting various units in the underworld to provide convenience to the late emperor and his wife.
The second note was a description of the transfer of ownership of Tailing in order to prevent Emperor Sejong and his wife from having a fight with his wife over property rights disputes, which would cause public security problems.
Jia Liu thought of everything he could think of.
This is professionalism.
The paper money and notes quickly turned to ashes in the fire.
"Let's find a craftsman to erect a monument for the late emperor."
Looking at the empty tombs, Jia Liu felt really sorry. After all, he and the late emperor had a public enmity, not a personal one.
Fan Wei hurriedly asked: "What is written on the stele?"
What to write?
If you directly write about the tomb of Emperor Shizong of the Qing Dynasty, you will definitely be struck by lightning. It would be too disrespectful to write about Zhang San Li Si.
After thinking about it, Jia Liu said: "Just write about the tomb of Zhao Si."
Fan Wei was stunned and looked puzzled: "Sir, what is the allusion to Zhao Si?"
"It is rumored that Aixinjueluo is the successor of the second emperor Huiqin of the Northern Song Dynasty, so his surname is actually Zhao. The late emperor was the fourth in rank, so he should be the fourth emperor of Zhao."
Jia Liu also quoted scriptures. When he looked up and saw that it was almost lunch time, he asked everyone to find a restaurant to have a meal.
But Yang Zhi said that yesterday, Mr. Kui ordered the manager to prepare food for today's lunch.
"This is my family's private matter. Isn't it appropriate to eat in the public canteen?"
Jia Liu looked embarrassed, as handling private matters was not in line with his image of an honest official, so he said that he would not eat in the committee members' cafeteria, but to find a restaurant nearby.
However, Yang Zhi kept persuading him, saying that because of Queenie's thoughts, the young master would give him some face for helping him.
"Young master, you don't know. Mr. Kui heard that the young master is coming to work for the emperor today, and specially ordered delicacies from the mountains and seas. Many of the dishes I have never heard of. I heard that the young master's table of dishes alone cost dozens of taels... .”
"Is it?"
Jia Liu thought for a moment and decided to give Queenie some face, and immediately took people to the management committee.
Halfway through Queenie's search, when he saw Master Jia Jia appearing, he was relieved. He thought that his consort had left without saying goodbye.
When they arrived at the cafeteria, they saw that people from the Xiling Administrative Committee had already arranged dozens of tables of food. There was no shortage of fish and meat. Jia Liu's own table had a lot of rare things that he couldn't even name, and there were many first- and second-level protections. The presence.
Unable to resist the warm welcome, Jia Liu took a seat.
Soon, there were laughter and chatter, the glasses were drying, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Jia Liu, who was full and slightly drunk, did not forget to ask Shuan Zhu to take out an ingot of five taels of silver and gave it to Hadmen, the deputy director of the Xiling Management Committee who was sitting with him, saying that it was food supplement for him and the accompanying officers and soldiers. .
Hardman suddenly became nervous: "Today's expenses are all expenses of the Xiling General Manager's Office. How can we let you pay for it yourself?"
"Take it, my husband-in-law is an upright official. No matter where he is, he will not take advantage of the place. He will follow the rules when traveling and greetings. I heard that the people in Sichuan call my husband-in-law Jia Qingtian..."
Queenie stood up with a smile and forced the five taels of silver into Hardman's hand.
Hadmen had no choice but to accept it, but then he took out three or four silver beans from his sleeve and placed them in front of his prince-in-law.
"What does this mean?"
Jia Liu, who was wiping his mouth, was puzzled.
Hardman quickly explained: "Replying to my brother-in-law, the food for the officers and soldiers did not exceed the standard. Only this table slightly exceeded the standard, and the total cost was only a thousand yuan more. So after calculation, I have to get back my brother-in-law's thirty-two or seven cents."
"Um, really?"
Jia Liu threw the white towel he was wiping his mouth on the table and said happily: "Our Qing Dynasty has a vast land and rich resources, and the prices are so low. It is really a blessing for the people of our Qing Dynasty."
With a smooth touch, the silver beans fell into the pocket naturally.