The look that father and son look at each other must be the kind of call of love from father to son and filial piety to son.
"Liuzi, why are you back?!"
Daquan, who has been taking care of his wife during the confinement period at home, was a little panicked by the sudden attack of his eldest son. Because the younger son was born almost a month ago, he did not dare to write a letter to tell his eldest son because he was afraid that the eldest son would kill him in anger.
Monthly pension money.
With his lavish way of spending money, relying solely on the 85 taels of salary inherited from his ancestors every year, sooner or later his wife will run away with him.
"I can't come back to this home?"
Jia Liu glanced at the rather shy "stepmother" Aunt Zhao.
Frankly speaking, Aunt Zhao, who is in her forties, looks pretty alluring. Anyway, she must be very angry. No wonder Daquan calls her a fan.
The problem is that Aunt Zhao is too complicated. Not only is her background too filthy, but Jia Liu suspects that she is cuckolding Daquan.
In other words, his younger brother may not be from Daquan, but from the dead ghost Qin San.
In view of this, Jia Liu would naturally not acknowledge this stepmother.
He refused to play the royal costume drama with bloody ethics.
Therefore, when I glanced over, there was more of a warning, rather than the filial piety that should be there and the non-existent family affection.
The way the son looked at his wife was obvious to Daquan, a father. He hurried forward and carried the youngest son to the eldest son. He licked his face and said, "Liuzi, do you think your brother looks like dad?"
Jia Liu didn't say anything. He glanced at his brother and then at the encyclopedia. It was hard to say for the moment whether he looked like him or not, because the child was too young.
"The nickname is Huzi. The famous father asked a gentleman to pick him up. He is called Baoyu, Jia Baoyu, Liuzi. Isn't your brother's name good?"
Daquan didn't look like he was a father at all. He spoke to his son in a completely flattering tone.
"Baoyu?"
Jia Liu was speechless. Either the encyclopedia had been deceived, or the naming teacher had never read "The Story of the Stone".
The latter is more likely, because "The Story of the Stone" was banned as a banned book not long after Cao Xueqin wrote it, and it was only spread among a small number of people. Later, He Shen recommended this book to Qianlong, and this solved the problem.
ban.
Therefore, whether it is the spread speed or influence of "The Story of the Stone" among the people, it has the same influence as the four great classics.
"This name is not bad."
Jia Liu stretched out his hand and squeezed the little Baoyu, but felt that the child did not look like he was just born, but seemed to be almost one month old.
Daquan knew he couldn't hide it, so he confessed that tomorrow was Baoyu Full Moon, and that he had sent invitations the day before yesterday to several uncles and brothers, as well as a few friends he had played with on the road.
He then explained: "It's just a gathering of close relatives and friends to share their thoughts, and it doesn't cost much."
"oh,"
Jia Liu's nonchalant look made Daquan anxious and made Aunt Zhao a little worried.
There are some people who are discerning in the world of prostitutes, and they know that Daquan's eldest son doesn't like her and her mother.
Also knowing that this boy became the governor at a young age, he did not dare to offend her at all, otherwise killing her mother and daughter would be like squeezing a grasshopper to death.
He cautiously lowered his head and stayed careful.
Deputy Director Ding was observing the situation. Once Mr. Jia Jia decided to be a wise king, he would take over the dirty work.
After working in criminal investigation in Sichuan for more than 20 years, Deputy Director Ding thought that he was quite capable of causing a newborn baby to die without anyone noticing.
Unexpectedly, Lord Jia Jia suddenly hit his father and took over his younger brother. His face was instantly filled with a smile of joy: "It is the greatest joy in the world for Ama to have a son. My brother Baoyu's full moon wine cannot be left alone.
We will organize a big event to make it lively."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Daquan to react, he ordered Ding Qing: "Send someone with my post to inform the officials of the fourth rank and above in Beijing, regardless of civil and military affairs, regardless of flag and banner, that I, Jia Jiashikai, will hold a full moon banquet for my brothers and invite them.
Come and have some fun."
After a pause, "Prince Baylor's clan will also notify everyone, and Prince Xin's palace will also send someone to inform them."
He also asked the chef from Sihai Zhai, the best restaurant in Beijing, to come over and prepare the dishes. All the dishes must be good and expensive. If they can’t place them at home, they will be placed in the alley.
Anyone who is at home in Xiliu Hutong is invited to come.
"嗻!"
Although Ding Qing was confused, since Lord Jia Jia gave the order, as a subordinate, he would carry it out.
This kind of thing where the father kills the younger brother is best avoided if it can be avoided.
The eldest son's arrangement made Daquan extremely happy, and Aunt Zhao couldn't help but feel happy.
This arrangement of Bao'er's full-moon wine meant that the eldest son, who was the governor, recognized his younger brother and her stepmother, and he no longer had to worry about his mother and son being kicked out of the Jia family.
"Auntie, thank you for your hard work. This is a little thought of mine. I hope you won't refuse."
Jia Liu actually asked Baozhu to bring two Jingling treasures to Aunt Zhao, one was a top-grade jadeite and the other was an east pearl the size of a goose egg.
The value is astonishing, and it can be sold for several thousand taels at least if it is sold on the market.
In front of the two treasures, even though Aunt Zhao had read a lot of people and had some experience, she was so shocked that her eyes widened. Her reason told her that she had to give in.
The mother recommended her son to him, and after a lot of politeness, in the end, for the sake of everyone, one accepted it with satisfaction, and the other offered it with full filial piety.
"Dad, you can keep these five thousand taels of silver notes for your household expenses and do some good things at home. You see, there is nothing else in our yard except this old locust tree. If outsiders look at it, they will think that my son is unfilial."
"
Jia Liu didn't blush at all when he said this, as if he wasn't the one who made the ancestral home look like Syria.
"Hey, hey"
Daquan's old face can no longer be described as bright and sunny, but full of spring breeze, elated and full of energy.
After accepting the check, I remembered to ask why my son was back and what was going on with my second uncle.
Jia Liuhui said that the court had summoned him back because of some matters, and he would not be able to stay for a few days. As for his second uncle, he did not tell Daquan that his brother-in-law was in trouble, but only said that everything was fine.
Then he asked Daquan to accompany Aunt Zhao and her son into the house, while he went to the small courtyard to clean up.
"well."
Jia Liu couldn't help nodding, and Aunt Zhao also volunteered to make the bed for her eldest son. Of course Jia Liu would not let her stepmother do it. He really wanted to stay away from this stepmother who staggered every step she took.
When he arrived at his residence, Jia Liu couldn't help but regret that he had done such a bad job that he didn't even have a bed.
Quickly ask Baozhu to take people to buy furniture, and pay more money to have them come over and work overtime.
"Why sir?"
Deputy Director Ding kept in mind Master Jia Jia’s teachings, that is, if you have questions or things you don’t understand, you must ask.
"If I don't do this, how will people know that I am a filial son? I value my brothers and sisters?"
Jia Liu snorted, "By the way, I'll give you a reason to come. Otherwise, how can I sell tickets and interview?"
Deputy Director Ding understood, but he always felt that the adults were making use of waste.