Sir, you have to pay more

Chapter 376
Since ancient times, nephew and uncle, this statement is not false at all.

Jia Liu now wants to kick his 13-year-old nephew out of the house.

Because this kid actually scratched the soles of his uncle's feet with a hair!
And it was quietly while my aunt was not paying attention.

Fortunately, uncle has woken up, otherwise, there would be no way to end it.

After drinking some millet porridge, the uncle must ask about his nephew's studies, but in the end, the answers are all wrong, and the books are all read into the dog's stomach.

However, Jia Liu was quite satisfied, and was not worried about his nephew's future after graduation. After all, the Xian'an Palace Official School was the Eight Banners University of the Qing Dynasty. Even if he could study in this school without knowing a single word, he would start at the department level.

At least [-]% of the important ministers of the imperial court, the governors of various places, and the generals of Manchu and Mongolia are graduates of the Xian'an Palace Official School.

Half of the Imperial Guard alumni.

Xiaobao can become classmates with so many talented people, and with his uncle at the helm, will his achievements be worse in the future?
Of course, this is all thanks to him and Zhongtang. If it weren't for talking to Zhongtang, it would have been difficult for Xiaobao to transfer from a private primary school to Tsinghua High School.

After all, the two brothers were born in the Han army banner, not the authentic Manchurian like uncle.

Seeing that his uncle was in much better health, Dabao couldn't help but feel relieved, and while putting his schoolbag on his shoulders, he casually said to his uncle: "Uncle, you rest, my classmate celebrates his birthday today, and I have a banquet in the outer city. I won't be here with you anymore."

"Ok?"

Jia Liu was in a trance for a while, the eldest nephew was very much like him back then, both in the tone of his voice and in the way he held his schoolbag.

"Which restaurant did you book?"

Jia Liu took out a 100 taels silver note from his pocket and signaled his wife to pass it to the eldest nephew. The boy is getting older and needs some living money in his hands. Besides, it is a class reunion, so things on the scene should not be lost.

The nephew has no face, it is he, the uncle, who has no face.

"Jade Spring Tower."

Dabao took the bank note from his aunt and found that it was 100 taels. He was overjoyed: it was his uncle who loved him and begged his mother for money. One or two would be worth it. I don’t want my uncle to sell it for 100 taels. When my uncle goes to the funeral in the future, no matter what Kowtow more and howl more.

"Oh, Yuchunlou, the food here is not bad, go, drink less wine, don't come back too late and make your mother worry."

After a long-winded talk like the elders, Jia Liu felt like he had someone to follow after seeing Dabao taking the money and leaving in a cool way.

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and there is another legend among the children of the Han army.

"It's true, you don't worry about giving Dabao so much money? Also, how old is he, how can he drink alcohol? How can you act like an uncle?"

Ruxiu complained while feeding her husband porridge.

It's not that she loves money, but that Dabao is only 13 years old. No matter how much an uncle loves his nephew, he can't send the child to a dude.

"13 years old is not young, and there are many 12 years old married in the banner. When the regent led our Manchurians to enter the customs, all 12 years old had to put on armor to go into battle. Girls who are eleven or twelve years old get married in the banner. There are many more, where there are children, they are all adults, little adults."

Recalling the eventful past of the Eight Banners, Jia Liu was filled with emotion, and suddenly said "Yeah", his complexion changed suddenly, as if something serious had happened.

This appearance startled Ruxiu, and she lost her voice: "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

Jia Liu couldn't keep his mouth shut, but he panicked in his heart.

Why?

Because his old friend, Da Yu'er, is doing business in Yuchun Building, if Dabao, a young boy, is bewitched by a classmate, and then plays with the same woman as his uncle, then his uncle and nephew will become a big joke of Eight Banners.

Ruxiu knew that her husband must have something to hide from her, but she didn't ask, she wiped his mouth with a towel, and said, "The imperial doctor said that you should rest and rest, and your mood should not fluctuate too much."

Just as he was talking, Zhao Jinzhong, the steward, came to report that Fu Shangshu from the Ministry of Rites had come to visit his son-in-law.

"Fubutang?"

Ruxiu didn't know what relationship Fubutang had with her husband and came here to visit. Jia Liu casually said that he and Fubutang had cooperated in suppressing bandits in Sichuan, and they were colleagues. Human nature.

Ruxiu asked Guanshi Zhao to invite someone in, while she cleaned up the dishes and went to take care of her daughter.

"Forehead son-in-law will suffer a serious crime this time,"

The old rich heard his voice before seeing him.

"You came to visit me as a patient, and you came empty-handed?"

Jia Liu lifted the wet wipe from his forehead and glanced at the empty-handed Fu.

"If you and I want to talk politely, are you off the hook?"

Fuller looked around, and walked quickly to the bed and stretched out his hand to grab Jia Liu's braid.

"What?"

Jia Liu didn't guard against it, and Lao Fu grabbed the braid that was tied after cutting it off.

"I knew it!"

Looking at the broken braid in his hand, Fuller had such an expression on his face.

"Things are not what you think they are,"

Jia Liu wants to explain.

But Lao Fu waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to explain, moved a stool and sat by the bed, and asked very seriously: "Are you really called a soul?"

"The child does not talk about ghosts and ghosts."

Jia Liu would never admit to such a bizarre incident, and he would never contribute to the rumors.

I didn't think about it, but Lao Fu nodded and said: "Okay, you don't need to say it, I know your difficulties, and you can't admit this kind of thing anyway. Remember, you can't admit that you were called out by the white lotus demon at the emperor's place." , You just said that you were exhausted from military affairs in Shandong, and you were working on the river embankment for several days in a row, and you suffered a stroke from overwork, which led to your insanity, understand?"

"Stroke?"

Jia Liu was slightly taken aback.

"Well, a stroke."

Fuller Hun's expression was determined. He came here specially to see if the devil was doing well, and also to remind the kid not to talk nonsense.

Seeing the pears on the tea table, he picked them up and peeled them, saying: "Old Yang wrote to me, you are doing well in Shandong, Cathay Pacific, Xu Ji and the others all acknowledge your affection, so after hearing about your accident, they all I'm very worried and asked me to come and see you."

Hearing this, Jia Liu's nose was slightly sore, he never thought that the person who cared about him most in this world was actually helping the moths of the country.

Birds of a feather flock together.

The ancients, honestly do not deceive me.

"That Asha, don't offend me in the future, the matter of Linqing is over."

"why?"

"why?"

Fu Lehun sneered, and told Jialiu Asiha that yesterday he was decreed by the emperor to be promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Officials, and he was also granted the privilege of riding horses in the Forbidden City.

Jia Liu let out an "oh" and didn't respond.

Fu Lehun was a little puzzled: "Are you not surprised at all?"

"You can be the Minister of the Ministry of Rites. It's not surprising that a coward like Asiha became the Minister of the Ministry of Officials."

Jia Liu has been immune to such incidents ever since Yang Jingsu told about the ups and downs of Asha.

Even if A Siha was called son-in-law by Qianlong, he would not say "ah".

After a moment of silence in the room, Old Fu leaned forward: "Do you know something?"

"what's up?"

Jia Liu responded this time, and also leaned forward, because he saw a bright spot in Lao Fu's eyes.

Based on this judgment, the following is the heavy news.

Sure enough, it was heavy enough.

"The emperor may not be our Manchurian, you have to know in your heart."

Fuller Hun looked dignified.

(End of this chapter)