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Chapter 40 Today is a good day

Two days later, the seventeenth day of the winter month.

It is suitable for burial, grave repair, ground breaking, and sacrifice.

Bogey. In addition to trivial matters, everything is bogey.

What is said in the "Shi Xian Shu" should be more accurate.

The weather was not bad, although it was cold, but there was finally a sun, so I squatted in a leeward corner, and my body became warm after a while.

On such a good day, Jia Liu is going to report to Jianrui Camp.

The second brother-in-law Gao Delu proposed the day before yesterday that it is better to ask Heshen for help to see if Jia Liu can be replaced through Yingzhongtang's relationship.

"Human favors are inseparable! My family and the guards have already done their best to raise the flag, so how can I bother them about it? How can I ask them to think of me?"

Jia Liu didn't want to leave Heshen with the impression that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, and cowered in battle, and Heshen would definitely not help in this matter.

After all, He Zhongtang of this meeting is still a good seedling of the Qing Dynasty, and also a real young hero, very ambitious, and he can't get sand in his eyes.

Even if He Shen was willing to help because of the advice of the tiger and the beast, Ying Lian would not pass the test either.

Therefore, it is better to accept the reality and go to Jinchuan for a walk.

Well, how should I put it, this is life.

Jia Daquan also went out for two days, but in the end he couldn't even get in, or was persuaded to come back.

It's not that those officials who are usually like brothers with Daquan are unwilling to help, it's really the emperor's intention for this matter.

Fu Dutong was watching closely again, no one dared to change the roster at the risk of losing their official title.

Besides, how much can Jia Daquan pay?

The eldest sister's family and the second sister's family all came, and the crying of the two sisters made Jia Liu feel uncomfortable.

"Father, I'm going."

After wearing a belt, Jia Liu walked to the middle of the yard under the reluctant eyes of the two sisters.

Dabao suddenly broke free from his mother's hand and ran over to hug his uncle, and asked with concern: "Uncle, when are you coming back?"

"quickly,"

With a warm heart, Jia Liu picked up his nephew, pinched his little cheek and kissed him, "Maybe uncle will come back during the Chinese New Year."

"Ah, so soon? Uncle, can you not come back?" Dabao wiped his nose on his uncle's clothes with a look of anticipation.

It's cold, and the child is freezing.

"How can you tell uncle not to come back?"

There was something strange about Jia Liu, since when did this child grow a bone in the back of his head.

"If uncle doesn't come back, when grandpa dies, the yard will belong to me and Erbao. Otherwise, when we grow up and ask for a wife, our parents will have no land to live in."

Dabao's innocent face showed innocence, Jia Liu was very pleased with his filial piety.

Nephew and uncle, the ancients never deceived me.

Then he watched Dabao being dragged aside by his mother and beaten severely.

Erbao was very clever, and when he saw his brother being beaten, he bared his mouth and shouted, "I want my uncle, but I don't want a house."

"good,"

After touching his little nephew's head, Jia Liu turned to look at Yang Zhi: "Shuan Zhu, have you packed everything?"

Yang Zhi hurriedly said: "Don't worry, young master, you have brought everything you need."

"Put it on your back."

"Hey!"

Yang Zhi hurriedly picked up the two big bundles fastened together with a rope and carried them on his shoulders, one in front and one in the back.

Bannermen's children must bring Baoyi's family to give birth to slaves when they go out to war. This is the rule passed down by their ancestors.

However, the Jia family is no longer what it used to be. His grandfather Jia Zuwang was able to bring four slaves.

In the early years, the children of bannermen had to bring their own horses and weapons when they went out to war. Now the court has money, so as long as people go.

Jia Daquan walked up to his son with his eldest grandson who was beaten to tears, opened his mouth, and sighed again. He didn't know what to say, so he had to tell Yang Zhi again: "Shuan Zhu, you have to look at these young masters." , don't let the young master have an accident, or you won't come back!"

"Master, don't worry, if there is me, there will be a young master!"

Yang Zhi's loyalty to Jia's family is unquestionable. He was born in Jia's family, ate in Jia's family, and died in Jia's family. After more than a hundred years, he has regarded Jia's family as his own.

Jia Liu's mouth was crooked, Shuan Zhu's words were not very pleasant to listen to.

What does it mean that there is a young master when there is me?

"Father, take care! Shuan Zhu, let's go!"

Jia Liu doesn't want to be too affectionate, so since there is no way out, let's go forward bravely.

But when he reached the door, he still stopped, looked back at Jia Daquan, who had grown several strands of white hair overnight, and his two sisters with red eyes, and his two brother-in-laws who were in extremely complicated moods, and sighed slightly in his heart , said: "Father, my son is not at home, you should drink less wine, don't sleep in the alley and you will freeze to death. Sister, you should come to see dad more on weekdays, Shuan Zhu left with me, no one at home will cook for him. meal"

"Well, I get it."

Jia Lan's emotions collapsed, and he burst into tears.

If Jia Juan hadn't been supported by her husband, she might have fainted to the ground.

Jia Daquan also felt uncomfortable, and quickly stepped forward and grabbed his son's hand, tremblingly said: "You have to take to heart what Dad told you, if you have a chance."

"My son knows, and my son is not stupid."

Jia Liu nodded, and Jia Daquan asked him to find a chance to fall off the horse or run with a broken leg.In short, as long as it can be released, it is nothing to suffer.

There were quite a few neighbors standing outside the door, some of them really cared about the Jia family's six sons going to war, some of them came to watch the fun.

"Sixth son, you have to work hard when you are in the army. Don't embarrass us in Xiliu Hutong." The third uncle, who is in his seventies, is old and tired, and his spirit is getting worse.

"Third Master, don't worry, you can't lose face in our alley if you lose anything!"

Jia Liu helped the third master to the wall so that the old man would not be able to stand up and take a step ahead of him.

On weekdays, she always said behind her back that Jia Liu did not learn well, and the prodigal second aunt looked at Jia Liu very sadly, wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and said "ah", "I don't know when I will be able to look at you again. "

"Six sons, you must take care of yourself when you get to the place, and don't try to be brave. Those soldiers are powerful, and the swords and guns have no eyes."

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Whether it is true or not, the neighbors in Xiliu Hutong made Jia Liu feel the care he had never had before.

When they came to the assembly point of the Dutong Yamen, they found that Chang Bingzhong and Zu Yingyuan had already arrived, and there were no less than seventeen of them.

Except for Zu Yingyuan, the other sixteen people basically had expressions on their faces.

The Zhenglan Banner of the Han Army is the second-to-last in the Eight Banners of the Han Army, and the least number is the Xianghuang Banner of the Han Army, with only eight.

The largest number is the Zhengbai Banner of the Han Army, with 21 soldiers.

After seeing everyone arrived, Wang An, the Xiaoqi school who was in charge of leading the team last time, came over and organized everyone to board the car and report to the school grounds.

With various moods in mind, Jia Liu and his seventeen boarded the carriage ahead.

Yang Zhi and other family slaves who followed were busy behind the scenes to salute, filling the carriage to the brim with large and small bags.

When they arrived at the Deshengmen school grounds, more Eight Banners teams had already arrived, and the people from the Jianrui Camp were busy arranging them.

In the school grounds, the officers and soldiers of the Jianrui Battalion were leaving the barracks one by one, and it seemed that they were going to Jinchuan to participate in the battle.

Inside and outside, the banners were flying, and there was a chill in the wind.

　Thanks to the traveler Shelov, Xiyuepeng, tree9, Zhang Yunyang, and Hanzuwang Maidong for their support for this book!

　　
　
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