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Chapter 315 This Is Called Archeology
As the director of the Jingling Management Committee, Jia Liu must invite the old subordinates to have a look around.

Anyway, no tickets.

Early the next morning, Director Jia made the arrangement. Considering that he was not very familiar with Jingling, the last two times, one was to watch the lights on horseback, and the other was purposeful. He didn't know much about the overall structure of Jingling. So I specially called wing chief Delwang to arrange a tour guide.

But can anyone visit the imperial mausoleum of the Qing Dynasty?

The person who is in charge of the adults is not just a casual person.

Delwan hurriedly found the pen-tie style Abao and asked him to be a tour guide for the old subordinates of the chief executive.

Abao ran forward and back, very enthusiastic and eloquent.

Jia Liu saw it, and thought that when he moved into the Qianqing Palace, the East and West Imperial Tombs would be fully opened. This Abao could be his successor, responsible for collecting money and showing people around.

Opening up the imperial mausoleum is also a means to revitalize the economy. It will be promoted to all parts of the country in the future, but all places with good scenery will be surrounded to collect money. This will not only generate income for the local finance, but also drive the local economy and increase the income of the people.

"When Emperor Sejongxian chose the name of the mausoleum for Emperor Shengzu Ren, he mourned so much that he stabbed his finger with blood and circled the word Jingling."

Abao explained in detail here, and the audience was fascinated by it. The only black man was not interested in listening. He just looked around there, and he didn't look like a bannerman.

The black man was Lin Shuangwen from Fujian. Hearing that Lord Jia arranged for them to visit the Emperor Kangxi's Mausoleum, Lin Shuangwen was very repulsive.

Because the Kangxi Dynasty banned the sea and killed many people along the coast of Fujian.

The family tree of the Lin family records that several ancestors were hunted and killed by the Qing army for sneaking out to sea to fish.

The Qing army killed the people, and even cut off the heads and stuck them on the wood of the sea ban line, so as not to let the family members restrain themselves.

But this matter was arranged by Mr. Jia who could help them to revolt, and Lin Shuangwen didn't want to persuade Mr. Jia, so he followed everyone to take a look.

The more clearly the Tartar official spoke, the more Lin Shuangwen wished to dig up the Kangxi grave, cut off the head of the Tartar emperor and brought him back to Fujian to pay homage to the dead ancestors.

Yuanyuan was pregnant, and Jia Liu originally asked her to rest in the house instead of coming with her.

But it was also the first time for Yuanyuan to see the imperial tomb, so she was inevitably curious and insisted on following along.

He also said that he beat his younger sister and followed his sister around to avoid the capture and killing of the Qing army.

Jia Liu had no choice but to take her with her, for fear that someone would accidentally hurt his son, so he kept supporting her carefully, and kicked away any small stones on the ground ahead of time.

For the convenience of Yuanyuan living in the imperial mausoleum, Jia Liu has ordered Liu Xinping to invite two nimble mothers to serve her nearby. He also thought that the food cooked by the mothers might not be delicious, so he planned to invite some chefs over when he returned to Beijing. .

The renovation of the general manager’s yamen has to be formally put on the agenda. It didn’t matter to him to live alone before, but now Yuanyuan also lives here. This chaotic environment is really not suitable for pregnant women to have confinement, so I made up my mind to go back to Beijing to find Heshen. Mo Jianpao also had to ask He Shen to allocate one hundred and eighty thousand yuan to repair the house for him.

However, even though Yuanyuan said that she has a strong body and is not afraid of suffering, she still can't walk until she reaches the Minglou Baoding.

With a full stomach and unable to carry it on his back, Jia Liu had to let two soldiers accompany Yuanyuan to rest here, and continued to walk to Baoding with the others.

Baoding is the tomb of Kangxi.

Below is the underground palace.

In theory, as long as there are enough people, Kangxi's grave can be scraped without explosives.

When they arrived at Baoding, everyone was condescending, even Yang Yuchun, who hated Kangxi deeply, was also attracted by the scenery of the imperial mausoleum.

Jia Liu asked Abao to go back to the general manager's yamen to get the sedan chair left by the former chief manager, and then turned around and carried Yuanyuan back directly.

After Abao left, Jia Liu smiled and asked everyone what was going on here.

"Not bad."

Liu De nodded, considering his level of education is only these two words.

"The feng shui of this place is really good. It would be a pity to bury the Tartars.

Yang Yuchun looked regretful.

"Bury what?"

Yang Zhi asked Xiao Chunzi with a smile, but looked at the young master with sneaky eyes.

"Of course it is buried,"

As soon as Yang Yuchun opened his mouth, Mrs. Jia gave him a glare, and forced him to hold back what he was burying.

Jia Liu was worried that Xiao Chunzi had been with Sao Zhu for a long time, and he would be infected with each other's bad habits, so he opened his mouth to bury Master Jia.

He signaled Liu Heyi, who was also a Hutong kid, to come to his side.

Straight to the point: "Do you know the masters in that field?"

Liu Heyi was puzzled: "Which way?"

"It's a fake."

"Fake?"

The second monk Liu Heyizhang couldn't figure out what kind of fake it was.

Jia Liu changed the story and asked Liu Heyi if there was any place in Beijing where antiques were dumped.

If there are those who specialize in selling antiques, there must be counterfeiters.

Liu Heyi thought for a while, and said that there really is such a place in Beijing, it is in the Chenghuangmiao City in the outer city, and he said that there are not only tripods from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, mirrors from the Qin and Han Dynasties, calligraphy and paintings from the Tang and Song Dynasties, but also countless rare treasures.

Of course, it all depends on luck as to how many genuine and fake items are sold.

"Why do you ask this, my lord?"

Liu Heyi looked at Jia Liu suspiciously, suddenly shivered, and pointed to the bottom of his feet with an incredulous expression on his face.

"Ah."

Jia Liu patted Liu Heyi on the shoulder, "The cowardly are starved to death, and the bold are strangled to death. You say I'm guarding a golden mountain but want to be a beggar. Are you going to be struck by lightning?"

It took Liu Heyi a long time to say "hmm".

"Then you're going to do it?"

Jia Liu strikes while the iron is hot, Liu Heyi is a smart guy, and if he is given the task of organizing the Jingling Aftermath Committee, he will most likely succeed.

Liu Heyi made up his mind, looked at the Minglou in the distance for a while, and looked at the underground palace under his feet for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I can do it, but you have to get the list."

Jia Liu hurriedly said that he would think of a way.

"That works,"

Liu Heyi looked around and lowered his voice: "But we have to transfer some people from Sichuan."

It was Jia Liu's turn to be puzzled: "Why?"

Liu Heyi couldn't laugh or cry: "How can this kind of thing be done in Beijing? We have to tie the people we need to Sichuan, otherwise something will happen."

Jia Liu suddenly realized, and immediately decided to transfer the kidnappers from Sichuan.

"I knew that what you do is to make people feel at ease."

Jia Liu gave a high evaluation.

"There is no rush for this kind of thing, you have to take your time, don't think about getting everything out at once, just keep it flowing."

Liu Heyi put forward a more professional opinion, if you really want to do it, don't put it in a sack, because the market is limited, if you make a lot of it at once, the market will fall.

Of course Jia Liu understood this truth.

Liu Heyi thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Jingling has done it, do you want Xiaoling to do it?"

"Don't do it, it's too risky."

Jia Liu thought that Jingling would still use the seepage of water to do this, and Xiaoling's side was not under his control, so what the heck.

Liu Heyi couldn't help being disappointed when he saw that Guiziliu didn't have the idea of ​​engaging in Xiaoling.

Jia Liu comforted the other party: "Money, earn it slowly, if I have a share, how can I lose yours?"

But Liu Heyi shook his head: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to see if Lord Shunzhi has become a monk or not."

This is really archaeology.

　In the past few days, I will go to the province to participate in the Writers Association meeting, and the update will vary from two to three.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)