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Chapter 319 Someone Comes From Beijing

It was the first time for Jia Liu to set foot in Shanxi in two lifetimes.

The impression of this place in the previous life must be coal.

There are coal kilns in Shanxi, but they are definitely not as large as the industrialized coal. The coal dug out is mostly used by urban residents to light fires. Therefore, the overall ecology is still green and lush with lush vegetation.

Jia Liu didn't have the mentality of being close to home and feeling timid. He only thought about whether there was a treasure in the old man's grave.

If there is, of course it will be cheaper for him, the eldest great-grandson.

The right is the moving expenses for the great-grandson.

Brothers are still clear.

However, the old man was clean and honest during his lifetime, donated money everywhere to support education, and devoted himself to cultivating talents for the Qing Dynasty. After his death, he did not leave much inheritance to his children and grandchildren, and there is probably nothing valuable in his tomb.

If that's the case, it can only be regarded as voluntary labor.

Jia Liu would not have anything to complain about if he was with his relatives.

When he arrived at Quwo County, he saw a car and horse driving in front of him. There were many people coming and going in this place, and there were many people who knew all kinds of news, so Jia Liu rode over to ask.

"Hometown!"

This friendly address perfectly represented Jia Liu's affection for the people in the grandfather's hometown, even though he is now an authentic Manchurian.

His surname is not Jia, but Jia Jia.

But no matter what, his Manchurian skin wrapped up a pure Chinese heart.

"This grandpa?"

A group of men who were setting up their cars in front of the carriage and horse shop stopped their work and looked at Jia Liu who was in plain clothes.

Although Jia Liu didn't wear an official uniform, his tall horse and greasy face still betrayed his identity deeply.

Either an official, or the second generation of an official.

Anyway, it's not the gang of hard workers who can offend them.

"My fellow, inquire about something, do you know where Jia Taibao's hometown is?"

Jia Liu was smiling all over his face, and his emotions were quite simple, trying not to let the villagers have any bad opinions on him, a Manchurian Zhenghongqi Beijinger.

"Jia Taibao? Which Jia Taibao?"

The two guys who set up the car looked at a loss, most of them were not locals, or they didn't know much about the things of the older generation.

An older man thought of something and asked, "Isn't this master talking about Jia Taibao who was struck by lightning earlier?"

"Yes, yes, it's his house."

Jia Liu couldn't help nodding.

Being struck by lightning on a grave is of the same nature as being struck by lightning while alive, so there is no need to deliberately correct mistakes.

"It's not far. Take this road to the west, and you'll be there in about [-] miles."

The guide didn't think too much, since Jia Taibao's grave was struck by lightning, during this period of time people often went to Jia's house to watch the fun.

In the first few days, Jia Taibao's grave was crowded with people, and people from the county even came to see it.

Because this thing is so rare, it may only happen once in hundreds of years.

The fortune tellers nearby all said that Jia Taibao's tomb was struck by lightning, it must be because his children and grandchildren did some evil outside, and God punished him.

There are all kinds of theories, and it is lively.

"Thank you!"

After thanking him, Jia Liu hurriedly took Shuan Zhu and the others to the west.

As you can see along the way, most of the people live in thatched huts. It is rare to see brick and tile houses, and there are not many ruined houses. It is obvious that the local economy is very backward.

I can't help but wonder if I have a successful career in the future, should I follow Zhu Yuanzhang's example and turn Quwo into a special zone, so that the villagers can get the glory of Jia's family.

In the previous Ming Dynasty, the people of Fengyang, the central capital, really entrusted the great honor of the old Zhu family to enjoy some tax-free privileges.

After the establishment of the Qing court, due to political needs, a lot of old Zhu's family in the former Ming Dynasty was discredited, and even the lyrics of Fengyang Flower Drum Opera were tampered with.

The uninformed people of later generations thought that Fengyang, a special zone with a Ming Dynasty, was harmed by the old Zhu's family.

"When you come to Zhuangzi, you have to smile, be polite, and say hello when you meet people. You can't let the old people say that we Beijingers don't care about anyone, you know?"

It was rare to go back to his hometown, and Jia Liu definitely couldn't come back empty-handed. He packed a carriage with big and small bags, which was kind of a gesture of gratitude.

Daquan also told his son that if any family in the clan had any difficulties, he would give some money to help them.

Jia Liu understands these principles of life better than Da Daquan.

Probably arrived at the place, looked around, and found a few children touching fish and shrimps in the ditch by the roadside, Jia Liu immediately smiled and got off his horse, and asked Yang Zhi to take a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes brought from Beijing to ask the Jia family. where.

Yang Zhi went over with the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, stood by the canal and shouted: "Children, where is Jiajiazhuang, do you know! Just tell me, this one, I'll eat it for you."

After listening to Shuan Zhu's question, Jia Liu subconsciously took off the white gloves in his hand and shook them, and looked into the distance, if a tree that was in good shape suddenly fell down, he had to run quickly.

The child was wary of strangers who appeared suddenly, and stood silently in the ditch, not at all moved by the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in Shuan Zhu's hand.

"Hey, you guys, do you know? This one is delicious."

Shuan Zhu squatted down, opened the box and presented neat pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in front of the children.

Seeing that there were many people on the road, the leading child couldn't help being a little frightened, and shook his head and said, "There is no Jiajiazhuang here, only Simazhuang."

"Simazhuang?"

Shuan Zhu put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake by the ditch, and went back to report to the young master, maybe they haven't arrived yet, so these children don't know.

Jia Liu also felt the same, so he wanted to lead the people to continue walking westward. At this time, the leading child who was sharing sweet-scented osmanthus cake with his companions suddenly stopped them: "Are you here to see Jia's grave that was struck by lightning?"

Before Shuan Zhu could speak, Jia Liu said first: "Yes, we are here to see Jia's grave."

"there,"

The leading child pointed to a village not far away, "Their name is not Jiajiazhuang, but Simazhuang."

Sima Zhuang?
Jia Liu was at a loss as to why the place where the Jia family lived was called Simazhuang.

Confused, he led the crowd to Sima Village with their horses, and saw a large tomb at the south end of the village from a distance.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw an old man sitting on the ground and weaving hemp rope.

Yang Zhi stepped forward and asked, "My fellow, is there anyone surnamed Jia here?"

"You are?"

The old man looked up curiously at the crowd of fresh faces.

Yang Zhi hurriedly said: "We are from Beijing."

"From Beijing?"

The old man was a little excited, he got up uncertainly and looked at Shuan Zhu, "Are you from the long house?"

"That's right, we are the elders. This is my young master. We came back for the ancestral grave."

Yang Zhi hurriedly introduced the young master to the old man.

"Old man, you belong to the Jia family too? I don't know how to call you?"

Jia Liu stepped forward with a smile on his face, thinking that this old man might be Daquan's ordinary brother.

Daquan said that the old man Jia Hanfu had a few brothers who stayed in his hometown, and they have spread branches and leaves in 100 years. There must be many relatives.

Unexpectedly, the old man knelt down to Jia Liu excitedly: "Grandson Youzhen kowtowed to the third grandfather!"

While speaking, he actually gave Jia Liu a knock. Before Jia Liu could react, the old man got up and stumbled towards the village.

"Everyone, hurry up, people are coming from Beijing, people are coming from Beijing!"

　Finish training tomorrow and go home.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)