Jia Cong, the God of Dancing Through the Red Mansion

Because the gate of the city has been closed, the group of them wanted to enter the city, so officers and soldiers naturally came to negotiate, and the two of them had gorgeous horses and horses, and there was even a sign of the palace on it, so the gatekeeper naturally did not dare to neglect, so he came to greet him personally, and checked the entry and exit orders. Card.

When he got closer, he just heard brother Cong's words from inside the car, and couldn't help but smile and said, "This little young master doesn't walk outside when he hears it.

It's snowing and cold now, and the smaller temples and Taoist temples are probably not helping themselves. Those big ones come with a large number of people, how can they help such refugees, and secondly, they have a kind heart to help them, and I'm afraid they can only go out Building a cold room and a bowl of thin porridge, how could it be possible to survive such severe cold with these things?

Is it really relying on those clay statues of Bodhisattvas? "

After hearing this, Jia Cong thought about it carefully. Although the words were too blunt, there was some truth in them. Looking back at Tu Su, he found that there was no disapproval in his eyes, so he believed it.

Seeing him carefully asking for evidence, Tu Su couldn't help but rubbed his head, and said softly, "Now these people are not considered real refugees when they enter the city, and the capital city will not accept a large number of refugees.

These people are now entering the city, in fact, they still want to find a job, but they can't find it. Now that it is snowing heavily, some wealthy households will give away their porridge and clothes near the Town God's Temple. For them, to meet such kind-hearted people People are enough.

Not to mention these, there is one more point, that is, the words of the emperor's feet can already give birth to hope for most people! "

Brother Cong nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. The outside would be checked soon. The heavy city gate was opened again, and the carriage quickly entered the city.

All the way forward, walking on the silent snow, only hearing the sound of creaking wheels echoing in the open space...

Brother Cong's mind can't stop for a moment at this moment, time always passes in a hurry when there is something to do, and before he knows it, he has already arrived at the other courtyard of the palace.

The two of them entered the back room, where earth dragons were burned, and it was as warm as spring. With a bowl of hot fresh soup, it was like a fairy day.

Tu Fu called someone in to order dinner, but Brother Cong went to the desk and continued to work.

When Tu Su came to look at it after he was busy, he saw that he had drawn rows of houses on the paper. No, it couldn’t be called houses, it looked like a cave or a tomb. I couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable when I thought of it. Xi, but still resisted asking, "What is this?"

Brother Cong stopped writing, thought for a while before explaining, "A kind of snow house, made by pressing snow into cubes... and then stacking them up. I don't know if it is feasible. You can call it first. Someone try to build one in the yard."

Brother Cong still remembers reading a book in his previous life when he was a child. Let alone the name, it was a story about a dog during the American Gold Rush. A space was dug in the snow to keep warm.

He was amazed when he read it, and after looking up the information on this aspect, he realized that igloos and snow houses are actually not uncommon in the extreme north, but he just wondered if it could be built here.

He wrote down the precautions in detail, and said, "This room seems to be very warm!" Then he handed over the drawing paper!

Seeing that Tu Fu rubbed his head with a smile, he didn't ask any more questions. There are too many such strange things about Brother Cong. He only needs to make sure that this young man will stay by his side all the time, and he doesn't need to worry about the rest. ask.

I called people over and asked them to do what they said on the drawing paper. Although these people were puzzled, they didn't say anything else.

Pian Tuli finally explained, "The drawing paper must not be soiled or damaged, let alone be lost. After a while, it must be returned to the king intact."

In a word, the steward holding the paper just felt that he had nowhere to put his hands and feet, as if he had taken a hot potato, but he didn't dare to throw it directly back at the other party's face, and swung his sleeves to strike.

I could only go out carefully protecting the drawing paper as if I had a toothache, and looked at the heavy snow falling outside again. Even if my head was covered with snow, I still had to protect the paper.

Seeing this, Brother Cong couldn't help but give Tuli a blank look, "Why are you teasing them?"

But Tu Fu didn't take it seriously, "I'm not teasing, it's obviously the truth, such a small thing can't be done well, what else can I do!"

With that righteous tone, even Brother Cong didn't want to talk to him.

At this time, the meals were ready, and the two of them had been busy for a day, and they were already feeling hungry, so it was just right to use some at this time.

After eating, Brother Cong continued to write, and Tu Su naturally watched from the sidelines, offering his own suggestions from time to time.

"This donation of rice, food, money and clothes may cause everyone to backlash." Tu Su frowned and said.

Brother Cong didn't take it seriously, it's fine if he didn't pay attention to some things, as long as he noticed and thought about it with his heart, combining the memories of the two lifetimes, he would naturally have more ideas than Tu Sui.

"It's all voluntary, and no one is forcing it. What's there to backlash? We're just expressing our intention to serve the people in front of His Majesty. It doesn't matter to us whether they like to do it or not.

Since it is irrelevant at this time, if His Majesty praises something at that time, they will naturally not be jealous. "

Hearing what he said, Tu Su couldn't help laughing, "Your idea is too bad. How is this not persecution? It's even more abhorrent than blatantly stretching out your hand!"

"My lord, is this going to be done?"

"No, of course we have to do it, and let's put your memorial aside for now. The situation is tense now, and the strength of your Rongguo Mansion is still too weak. Your official position is not high, so there is no need to get involved."

Although Brother Cong was a little discouraged, he also knew that he was telling the truth. Moreover, if he wanted to submit a book, it must be in the name of his father. Otherwise, as a son and younger brother, he would surpass his father and brother when it comes to government affairs, and he would inevitably be said in secret. .

Even if you are not afraid, there is no need for this!

If you want to use the name of your father, wouldn't you put your father on the cusp of the storm?This is what he doesn't want!

The two reached a consensus, then discussed some details, and finally said, "When the disaster comes, it is said that those merchants are hoarding and driving up the price of food and medicine, but who doesn't know that behind them are these aristocratic families. The support, even the property itself is the property of these people, it's just in the name of a slave.

When the dynasty was founded, it was clearly stipulated that slaves were not allowed to have private property, but now it has long existed in name only, and a small number of them even made some cover-ups, such as holding the family's identity deed, only releasing one person, and all the property is attached to this Under the name of a person, it does not prevent him from having selfish motives.

But most people don't even bother to conceal this, and directly put the business under the name of the slave! "

Jia Cong naturally knows about this situation, but some things are really beyond the reach of the public, and there is no way to pursue them. Officials are not allowed to do business, so it is natural for them to rack their brains to think about these ideas.

The sons of merchants are not allowed to become officials. If these people do not entrust their family property to some aristocratic families, or if there are people in the court, they will indeed have no way to develop. Along the way, they are not enough to be exploited by officials at all levels.

As the so-called collusion between government and businessmen, which dynasty and generation can be less? !

It is human nature to pursue profit, and it is definitely not just for businessmen!

Rest all night without mentioning it.

The next day was the big Asahi, and there were still several parties fighting each other in the early court. This kind of situation, at the moment when the snow was flying and disasters were happening, seemed extremely ridiculous.

When these people were arguing enthusiastically, Tufu unexpectedly delivered a memorial, talking about the heavy snowfall, and thinking of how many people were poor and had no food and clothing, so they voluntarily donated ten thousand taels of silver and three thousand dans of grain, and other A number of medicinal materials, clothing, cloth and fur were presented to the court for disaster relief.

As soon as he finished speaking here, some sons from the clan with titles or official positions came out to donate money and materials one after another. Although they were at least downgraded by one or several levels, the total number was not a minority.

Jia Cong looked aside, and the first few people who stood up were all sent by Tu Sui to deliver the letter in the morning, and they should be at least from the emperor's family!

Seeing this, the empress dowager's family and the empress's family also stood up one by one. In any case, these people at least did not hold back.

What is even more gratifying is that the sixth prince is also qualified to go to the court, so under the threat of everyone's eyes, he has to stand up and donate. It may be to compete with Tu Sui. The silver and property donated by him are everywhere. Shoulder to shoulder, after careful calculation, it is not bad.

Afterwards, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, the Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Households, and some veteran officials of the Imperial Academy all came forward to donate.

With them taking the lead, it is natural for others to watch, no matter who the master behind them is, they will donate more or less.

This morning, the emperor received a total of 19 taels of silver, nearly [-] dans of grain, cloth, fur, medicinal materials, etc. by car.

After careful calculation, only this time, although it is not enough for the national disaster relief, it is more than enough in the capital area.

What's more, after coming down to court, the news spread quickly, and many honorable clans who were not qualified to go to court also donated money one after another. In the harem, there were empress dowagers and empresses who took the lead in donating silver taels, as well as some clothing and jewelry. .

When it was spread to the outside world, the imperial edicts of various governments naturally expressed something.

After such a wave, it took ten days to complete the statistics. The total was nearly 50 taels of silver, more than [-] dans of grain, and countless medicinal materials, quilts and cloth.

Among them, Jia She and Jia Lian donated 2000 taels each from the big house of Jia’s mansion, Mrs. Xing donated 1000 from the wife’s place, and Sister Feng [-]. Brother Cong wanted to take out the money but was stopped by several people. Finally, Jia She and Jia Lian paid [-] taels each to make up for his amount.

Jia Cong couldn't do it, so he could only secretly think about buying some good things for his father, and Lian's second brother could get some good things for Jia Xin and his eldest sister to keep as a private house.

The Second Household is very particular about the matter of money now, and because when the money is handed out, it only mentions the Rongfu and does not mention the houses, so apart from the old lady who took out 1000 taels, she didn't say anything about it.

They collected a lot of old clothes and donated them together. However, even so, the entire Rong Mansion was in the upper middle of the donations from other prefectures in central Beijing, and it was not inferior.

Looking at the rushing money and the supplies brought in like flowing water, Brother Cong wanted to use it directly to set up a charity fund, but there are problems with the rules and regulations and management personnel, and the supervision mechanism is not perfect. If it is not good, it will become a den of corruption, and if the good things fail, it will become a scandal. It is too bad for the image of the court, so it is better not to do it!

After talking to Tu Su, he was very interested, but he also agreed to take it slowly.

When the final account book arrived at the emperor's place, the dragon's heart was naturally delighted, and the word "Yi Yong" was directly added to Tu Su's title to commend his integrity.

The sixth prince didn't behave well and was too eccentric, so he also gave him a title - Chengxiao!

Others commended them verbally, or bestowed favors on their ancestors. Even the few big donors from the people, His Majesty also wrote a plaque of "Charitable People" in handwriting and gave them to them.

It’s just that Brother Cong thinks that the title of Prince Zhongshun, Yiyong, Tufu, has some black lines. When the princes of this dynasty are canonized, they usually have two words, and then some good words will be added because of their merits. If they are valued by His Majesty, and It is really a meritorious service, and by the time of death, it is very likely that people will not be able to remember the long title.

Even when the people below call it, they just choose one or two of the most representative characters, but these few characters of Tuli... Hey, it’s just a name, there’s really no need to worry about it!

During the disaster relief this time, Brother Cong’s igloo also played a big role. At least a lot fewer people died of freezing, but this igloo is not durable, and when you sleep at night, people have to take turns to watch the night, just in case. After all, it can't really be used as a house if it collapses.

Years are easy to pass, and after the disaster relief work, it has already arrived in December, and the matter between Zhou Rui and that person has finally been found out.

It is really unexpected that Zhou Rui was secretly sent back to the capital by Wang Ziteng, and the person who contacted him was also an acquaintance of Brother Cong, that is, Qu San'er.

The connection between these two people really surprised him. After further investigation, he found out that Naqu San'er and Zhou Rui had known each other for at least twenty years. At that time, even Jia She had just been introduced to each other. After picking up the surname Qu, buy some people from him and return home.

It’s okay if you don’t think about it deeply. After thinking about it, you will always feel frightened, but there are some things that you can’t pretend to be blind with your eyes closed or deaf with your ears plugged.

It just so happened that Tu Su wanted to thoroughly investigate the people behind these people, so Brother Cong took this opportunity to get someone to dig deeper.

Looking at what was written on that piece of paper, I realized that there was someone from the Wang family among my father's concubines in the early years. After checking carefully, that person had long since disappeared.

After returning home, I asked Jia She specifically, but Jia She didn't understand, "It's been so many years, why are you asking this?" At that time, Brother Cong was not born yet, so I don't know where I heard it of this name.

"I'll talk about it after Dad comes back to me!"

"I don't really remember. It's too far away. At that time, Lian'er's mother was the housekeeper. Ask the Zhao family and they might know."

Brother Cong was speechless, this is really a typical elder, he doesn't even know where his concubine has gone.

He was anxious to know the result, so he didn't care about the cold weather, so he got a car outside the city and brought Jia Lian's nanny Zhao Nanny into the mansion.

It may be that this person's sense of existence is too low, but it is this mother Zhao who thought for a long time before she remembered, "I remember that the woman looked gentle and polite, and she could play and sing, but she didn't enter the house. After a while, I don't know what caused the master's dislike, and he scolded her directly, then left her aside in the cold."

Thinking and talking like this, the train of thought gradually became smoother, "Madam Suoxing is virtuous, and no one has ever treated her harshly. She is just raising such an idler. She is also grateful for the pictures, and usually does some needlework in the house for her. Madame, and those who burn incense and worship Buddha every day are extremely pious."

"Later, in the winter not long after my wife left, she disappeared. I heard later that she was sick, and no one helped to call the doctor, and someone withheld the charcoal fire. That's why she disappeared.

Since there is no mistress in our room, Mrs. Wang helped take care of the funeral, so there is only a thin coffin left to be buried anywhere. "

Speaking of this, it became more and more unbearable to think deeply, Brother Cong frowned, looking at his father, wondering if he should tell him the identity of this person.

Seeing his son's rare hesitation, Jia Amnesty couldn't help but put away his carelessness, straightened his face and said, "Brother Cong, just say what you want, I have nothing to hide from you!"

Hearing this, Brother Cong was also helpless, and looked at Mother Zhao who couldn't hide her curiosity.

Jia Amnesty knew what he was thinking, but he never liked to hide it, so he said, "Mother Zhao is also an old man in our house, and she is your first wife's dowry, your second brother's nanny, Even if you think about it, you won’t go out and talk nonsense.”

Now that the old man has said so, Brother Cong's desire to save him some face has faded away. Moreover, even if there is really something wrong with this matter, after so many years, the clues have already been cleaned up clean.

The only possibility of finding the truth is to look at these loyal servants around Mrs. Xian. If they think about it carefully, they might be able to recall some details that they didn't notice normally.

Thinking about this, he said, "I accidentally knew that this person was probably raised by the Wang family since he was a child." He glanced at the old man and Zhao Momo, "The kind with family members in the Wang family!"

"what?"

"Wang family?"

The two spoke out almost at the same time, equally angry and unbelievable, but they never dreamed that the Wang family's hands would be so long, and they directly stretched out their hands to Jia She's side.

Jia Amnesty only felt his anger welling up, he stood up immediately and wanted to rush out.

Brother Cong knew without thinking that he was going to settle accounts with Mrs. Wang and Jia Zheng, but since the matter has passed for so long and there is no solid evidence, it would be unreasonable to go now, and secondly, he would startle the snake. It would not be good for the second room and even the Wang family to be prepared.

The author has something to say: Seeing the little angel's message, I am very obedient and shut myself up again (^o^)/~

However, I was really taken aback when I saw it at [-] o’clock just now. I didn’t seem to have written such a big chapter except for the integration of the three chapters of V. I thought Jinjiang had smoked again, so I hurried to the next door to read it. After a while, I realized, oh, so the two chapters are together O(∩_∩)O~