The injury caused by Dalin hadn't healed yet, and his hands and feet exploded again.
It's so damn hard to drink cold water.
Jia Liu didn't know what happened, so he heard a "pop" and then exploded so fast that no one had time to react.
If you want to blow it up, just blow it up. Holding two kicks in hand is a standard equipment for bold banner men.
Although there are several tragedies every year where two kickers explode in the hands, or the fingers are blown off, or the eyes are blown blind, or they are broken into pockmarks, Jia Liu believes that he is not an ordinary person, so the things that ordinary people worry about have nothing to do with him.
Nothing to do.
However, the facts shattered the illusion that he was not a proud man.
On the New Year's Eve of the 40th year of Qianlong's reign, the first bannerman injured due to cannon fire was Jia Jiashikai.
After the explosion, there was silence in the courtyard.
The old locust tree stopped shaking in shock.
Jia Dalin, who had fallen asleep and was sleeping, immediately raised his noble head and scanned the scene with his panda-like eyes.
Wu Laoer, who was familiar with it, subconsciously stood aside when he saw it. He knew that Master Xiong was serious.
"Why don't you let it go? Let it go?"
Daquan appeared happily in the courtyard holding his granddaughter in his left hand and his grandson in his right hand.
Realizing that something was wrong, I couldn't help but become concerned.
Jia Liu was stunned.
He was stunned at the moment of the explosion, so much so that when he realized something was wrong, he still stretched out his hand.
"Mom, pull a Fake oil!"
When Jia Liu came back to his senses, he immediately looked at his right hand. He was mentally prepared for the horror. Fortunately, although the entire palm was completely blackened by the explosion, five fingers were still visible to the naked eye.
It's in good condition, except that the tops of the index finger and thumb have whitish marks caused by gunpowder burns.
Squeeze it carefully and it will feel a little hard. The strange thing is, hey, it doesn't hurt much!
What a blessing among misfortunes.
"Let's find out who produced these firecrackers. The quality is so poor, which makes consumers... Damn it, I'll close his shop tomorrow! Let the boss pay for it. If he doesn't pay, he won't do business in the capital anymore!"
Jia Liu attributed the problem to the quality of the product, rather than the strict prohibition on holding the product when he did not press the call to let go.
Strictly speaking, it is a product quality issue.
First, the fuse burns too fast;
Second, the amount of charge is wrong.
Third, there are no outer packaging instructions.
Looking back, he saw Daquan looking at him worriedly, grinning hurriedly and said: "Dad, it's okay, I'll put a big one with flowers for you!"
As he spoke, he bent down and prepared to light a forty-shot firecracker. However, the excruciating pain from his fingers made him change his face, and his cheeks shook in pain.
I shook my right hand again and again in the air, finally suppressing the pain.
Then he saw that all his subordinates were staring at him blankly, and no one dared to speak.
"What are you doing standing around here? Let's set off some firecrackers."
Jia Liu forced a smile, not wanting his injury to affect the cheerful atmosphere of New Year's Eve.
They don't come to the house even on New Year's Eve when they want debts.
"Oh...oh."
Baozhu and Zamul were the first to react and came over happily to help the President set off the cannons.
However, Shuan Zhu stepped forward and said very seriously: "Master, you just experienced a serious assassination operation. If it weren't for your great fortune, you would have been killed at this time."
"You're celebrating the New Year, say something nice."
Jia Liu thought to himself that Shuan Zhu was telling lies. Even if it was just to take advantage of the owner of the fireworks shop, there was no need to make the situation so serious.
What should I do if my boss scares me to death?
But soon his expression became solemn.
Because Shuan Zhu said that the assassin was sent by the Jinchuan bandits.
The reason why the bandits sent people all the way to assassinate Lord Jia Jia is of course because Lord Jia Jia's hands are stained with the blood of the bandits.
In other words, Lord Jia Jia is a thorn in the side of the Jinchuan bandits, a thorn in their side.
"It's just like Lu Siniang assassinating the late emperor."
Shuan Zhu gestured, as if this description was worthy of the young master's status.
"No, what are you talking about? What kind of assassin?"
Daquan was confused by what Shuan Zhu was saying, and then Fan Wei, who was standing next to him, told him that someone in the capital was spreading rumors that the master was having an affair with a bandit.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Daquan's reaction was the most intense, "The Sixth Son is as afraid of thieves as a tiger at most, and even if you give him ten thousand courages, he wouldn't dare to collaborate with the enemy and betray the country!"
Shuan Zhu persuaded the master to drag him into the hall.
Fan Wei added: "Sir, I believe that the most powerful way to deal with rumors is not to refute them, but to create new rumors."
The official statement should be to divert the public's attention and use new hot spots to overshadow the old ones.
Jia Liu couldn't help but nod. He had already said that Shuan Zhu and Fan Wei were his sleeping dragon and phoenix chicks. Now it seems that there is no water in his words at all.
"The assassination of Your Excellency must be widely publicized, and everyone in the capital, from the officials to the children, must know about it. In this way, the false rumors that slander and smear Your Excellency will be disproven!"
Fan Wei was very confident and took the initiative to take over this task.
It’s just that the master of the Gui family has doubts: "Why can assassins of bandits appear in the city? This is very noteworthy and worth pondering... In my personal opinion, I do not rule out that there are traitors among our bannermen.
The thieves' lackeys should be inside, otherwise, the city is so tightly guarded, how could the assassins sneak in quietly."
"Thank you all for your hard work tomorrow. We will not do this this year. We must find out the traitors of the Eight Banners no matter what!"
Jia Liu’s determination.
Everyone responded in unison.
Zamul was filled with indignation: "Whoever makes life difficult for you, sir, we will make life difficult for you!"
Shuan Zhu started from the actual situation and asked the question: "Master, we have no way of knowing who participated in the assassination."
Just who to investigate and arrest?
Fan Wei reminded: "Director Yang, we don't need to know who is against you, we just need to let people know that you have been assassinated."
It’s not important who is investigating and arresting whom. What’s important is that this matter must cause a storm in the city.
In this way, the untrue rumors about Mr. Gui can be dispelled.
As for whether to expand it, it depends on the development of the situation and whether the Gui family, Fu Zhongtang and Prince An can reach an agreement.
This is a political matter.
In terms of operations, the infantry commander's office has the responsibility to check the security of the capital.
What's more, the top leader of the unit was attacked.
"Let's do this for now."
Jia Liu basically accepted Fan Wei's opinion and waved to everyone to continue firing off the cannons. He endured the pain and asked someone to bring a chair to sit down and enjoy it from a distance.
Ruxiu, Yuanyuan, and the suspect Wu Qinglian were all attracted by the fireworks. Seeing that their husband's finger was injured by the explosion, the three women felt distressed.
However, Daquan went into the room where the portraits of his ancestors were enshrined and took out a jar in the dark. When he opened it, he smelled the aroma of oil and found that there were more than a dozen mouse cubs soaked in it.
This is called rat oil, a good thing passed down from the Ming Dynasty, and has a very good effect on treating burns.
Jia Liu put the injured finger into the oil jar and rolled it down. The pain was immediately relieved a lot. He then wrapped it with a white cloth and it would be as good as before in about three to five days.
For the once incompetent Baturu, this injury was nothing.
Just now, I still have a black birthmark on my butt.
The medicine was fried.
For the Qing Dynasty, Jia Liu endured too much suffering and paid too much.
"Whizzing!"
At the same time as the fireworks in Ehuang Mansion exploded in the air, the entire Sijiu City was filled with gorgeous fireworks.
Unlike the lively Forty-Nine City, the sky above the Imperial City was pitch black, and the lively scenes of previous years seemed to only exist in people's memories.
The reason why the Imperial City will not fire off cannons this year is that the treasury is empty, and the Queen Mother's national mourning has not yet been completed.
Very easy to understand.
In fact, Prince An, who was in charge of palace security, believed that the sound of firecrackers could easily cover up the sound of gunfire.
Therefore, for the safety of His Majesty the Emperor, no cannons are allowed within the Imperial City.
However, Mr. Se still had couplets posted in Yongshou Palace, some palace lanterns were hung, and the food was slightly improved.
And for the first time, Qianlong was allowed to move around the Yongshou Palace at will. After all, during the New Year, there must be a bit of human touch.
"The sound of firecrackers eliminates the year old, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of households exchange old talismans for new peaches every day."
In the square in front of the main hall of Yongshou Palace, Qianlong, who was wearing a cotton coat and accompanied by Concubine Wang, watched the fireworks exploding outside the imperial city and silently recited a poem about the New Year by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty in his heart.
Before that, he also composed many Chinese New Year poems, but he always felt that these poems were not as good as Wang Anshi's.
Since he was trapped in the Yongshou Palace, the former group of poets could not enter the palace, which made Qianlong feel that his poetry level had declined somewhat. Therefore, he did not have any good works during this period, which has to be said to be a pity.
The Manchus used to not celebrate the Spring Festival. They only started to celebrate this Han Chinese festival after entering the customs, and the Ming Dynasty established the Spring Festival as a legal holiday.
"Tomorrow will be the 41st year of Qianlong's reign. Unexpectedly, I have been the emperor for forty years. I was twenty-four years old forty years ago. The past events when I ascended the throne are so vivid in my mind."
Qianlong, who has some gray hair on his temples, will be sixty-five tonight. Thinking that he has been emperor for forty years, he feels somewhat sad.
Throughout the dynasties, only a handful of emperors have reigned for more than forty years.
The concubine Wang who was accompanying her said softly: "The emperor can be the emperor for tens of thousands of years."
The Wang family is the daughter of Baoyi, a Manchurian Zhengbai Banner. She is the daughter of Dutong Sige. Her ancestor's surname is Wang. However, there is an unwritten rule about Baoyi's origin, that is, all sons will change their Manchu surnames, while daughters will inherit Han surnames.
Sige passed away ten years ago. His son Ba Aning was originally the deputy commander of the Eight Banners garrisoned in Jiangning. Later, after his sister gave birth to the tenth princess for the emperor, he was specially favored to take on the important position of salt administration in Lianghuai.
Uncle Wang is Man Dou, the minister assigned by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to manage the Chengde Summer Resort.
"There is no emperor who has lived for tens of thousands of years. Everyone is destined to die. How can I transcend this law of life and death?... I have a very open mind about life and death. If God bless me, I only hope to be like the emperor Yuji. It’s only been sixty years, and I dare not stand side by side with the emperor.”
Qianlong straightened his cotton coat and looked up at the sun, moon and stars.
The breeze brought the smell of sulfur, which gradually filled the entire palace, giving this palace, which had lost its popularity, a hint of the new year.
After a long time, Qianlong looked away, glanced at the guards who were watching him in the distance, gently took Concubine Dun's hand and walked slowly towards the palace.
Although the pace is slow, it is firm and powerful.
The wind will blow away the smell of sulfur and the shadow that casts a shadow over the imperial city.
If he can be emperor for forty years, he will definitely be emperor for fifty or sixty years.
Because he is Qianlong.——End of this volume.
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