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Chapter 561 The young master is Jinshan

The Spring Festival couplets posted at home were all written by Jia Liu himself. First, he was reluctant to buy them, and second, he felt that his handwriting was better than those who wrote the Spring Festival couplets.

Not much innovation, old-fashioned kind, the money is rolling in, good luck, peace in all seasons, Gong Xi Fa Cai and so on.

Shuan Zhu and Bao Zhu fought first, one was in charge of grinding the ink, and the other was responsible for taking it out and posting it.

Jia Liu enjoys the feeling of writing Spring Festival couplets. Chinese people value this taste of the year.

Considering the relatively heavy workload, Jia Liu deliberately asked the maid to make a pot of ginseng and wolfberry tea for herself.

Write a pair of couplets, drink a sip of tea, and the image and temperament of the leader will come out immediately.

No deliberate packaging is required.

It stands to reason that it's New Year's Eve. Jia Liu is the admiral of the Nine Gates and the right servant of the Ministry of War, and the deputy commander of the Zhenglan Banner of the Han Army. Not to mention other units, the infantry commanded the Yamen, the Ministry of War, and the Zhenglan Banner of the Han Army. The units, including the heads of the subordinate units, should come to Mrs. Jia Jia with big bags and small bags. The problem is that when the doors open in the morning, there is no carriage parked outside the alley.

Why?

According to Jia Liu's rule, no gifts will be accepted during this year's festival.

After the next year, he will be the governor, and it is time to focus on building a clean government.

No, lead by example, starting from the Spring Festival in the 41st year of Qianlong.

Don't mention the past.

In order to prevent some ignorant people from giving gifts to his house, Jia Liu specially asked Shuan Zhu to write a notice and paste it at the entrance of the alley, to the effect that Mr. Jia would not accept guests during the New Year's Eve.

The agency business of the Ministry of Officials is also suspended for five days, just to fully enjoy the Spring Festival holiday.

Due to the business strategy of "going out", the bureaucratic agency business has achieved a rocket-like breakthrough in the past few days.

Not only has the original sales volume of 50,000 taels per day been fulfilled, but it has exceeded the quota by [-] to [-]%.

As the saying goes, if you don't manage money, money will ignore you.

The salesman is the same.

If you don't fully introduce the benefits of being an official to your customers, how can your customers be willing to give you money?

It is conservatively estimated that when the Ministry of Officials opens the seal, the total sales will reach an astonishing 500,000 taels.

In addition to the 700,000 taels from the rectification of the Eight Great Hutongs, the net profit reached a huge 2 million taels.

It is almost the sum of the fiscal revenues of Sichuan, Yunnan, and Guangxi provinces.

Yesterday, 73 county vacancies were wholesaled at one time, and the group buying units were the bosses of Bada Hutong.

When receiving this large order, Li Anan, who was in charge of the business work, specifically asked Mr. Jia whether to handle it.

The reason is that the businesses of these bosses were cracked down by Mr. Jia a while ago. Although the brothel industry in the Qing Dynasty was legal, the reputation of the brothel industry was not good after all.

Therefore, Li Anan did not dare to call the shots.

Jia Liu's attitude is that as long as these bosses abide by the law, create taxes for the court, and ensure that no major social security problems occur in the venue, then these bosses are eligible to donate to officials.

In the past, the bureaucrats who sold their officials would not sell them to these brothel owners, which is typical discrimination.

Local tyrants and evil gentry can buy officials, so why can't serious business people buy officials?
Before money, treat everyone equally!
As long as everyone is willing to contribute to the Qing Dynasty, are you afraid that the future of the Qing Dynasty will not be good?
Jia Liu instructed Li An'an that the Eight Great Hutongs should be publicized. As long as people are willing to pay, even the tortoise and the rabbit can sell them for an official position.

It's simple, how do you know that when the turtle is an official, it will be even more shameful than the current official?

When Jia Liu wrote the Spring Festival couplets, Asiha, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, was also there.

In the past few days, Lao Ah has been sitting next door. It can be said that he is so busy with his business that he doesn't even have time to go home.

It is precisely because of Lao Ah's presence that the doubts in the hearts of many customers have been dispelled.

For this, Jia Liu was grateful, and he recognized Lao Ah more and more, and planned to hold an initiation ceremony for him and Queenie alone next year.

"Xiaguan originally thought that the painting of the forehead was a rare masterpiece in the world, but he didn't expect that the calligraphy of the forehead was also in the style of everyone, with delicate and harmonious brushwork, tranquility and openness; the ink was bright and clean, warm and indifferent, with a strong face posture."

Lao Ah was not idle at the side, there was a Baozhu mill for ink, and Director Yang posted Spring Festival couplets, so he helped cut the paper, and added some to the forehead tea bowl when it was empty.

High-quality rice paper, obtained when copying Prince Jian's residence.

Since the Queen Mother had just died, folks were not allowed to post red couplets, only white ones. Jia Liu, as a member of the imperial court, could not make an exception.

It just looked awkward, as if Daquan had collapsed.

"My handwriting, don't say you like it, I like it myself."

Jia Liu didn't think that Lao Ah was flattering him. In fact, his handwriting was really beautiful, imitating Cai Jin's handwriting.

Calligraphy circles generally say that there were four masters in the Song Dynasty, namely Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu, and Cai Xiang.

This Cai Xiang is actually Cai Jin.

It's just that Cai Taishi's reputation is not very good, so he was renamed Cai Xiang.

But character and character are not linked.

Which of the traitors and thieves in history didn't write well?
That hero, who can write well?
The old man became more and more admirable the more he looked at it, and he couldn't help nodding: "The writing is like a person."

Then he hesitated to speak, it seemed that he wanted to ask the forehead son-in-law's calligraphy to go home and offer it.

Jia Liu chuckled, picked up a pen to satisfy Lao Ah's wish, and wrote two lines of characters in a swish: "I hope that all the officials of the Qing Dynasty will learn from A Siha, everyone will be A Siha, and everyone will be A Siha." what."

"This"

Lao Ah excitedly took the forehead calligraphy to the side and carefully dried it, wishing there was no paper painter, otherwise it would definitely be mounted at this time.

"Okay, old man, this New Year's Eve, you should go back and reunite with your family too. By the way, Lao Kui will marry a wife on the sixth day of the lunar new year. Don't forget to drink the wedding wine then."

"Then you are busy, my lord, I will leave first as an officer."

A Siha held Jia Liu's calligraphy and walked out of the eunuch's mansion happily. His sedan chair was parked at the entrance of the alley. When he got into the sedan chair, he asked the bearer to carry it home, but he saw several carriages behind him, so he couldn't help but poked his head out to ask the driver. Follow what he does.

The coachman replied that it was the order of the forehead to send them to Mr. Ah's house.

"what?"

Asiha signaled the bearer to put him down, walked to a carriage with curiosity, found that the carriage was covered with a cloth, stretched out his hand to open it, and immediately felt mixed feelings and his nose was sore.

Gold, all gold, ingots of shiny gold ingots were stacked neatly in the carriage!
Mr. Jia, he is really my reborn parent of Asha!
Lao Ah looked into the alley emotionally.

On the wall, there is a slogan that no gifts will be accepted during the holidays this year.

It is rare in the world to be as honest as Mr. Jia.

Jia Liu was still writing Spring Festival couplets, and casually asked Shuan Zhu, "Are you watching, Lord?"

Shuan Zhu hummed: "Look at it, I'm very touched."

"Don't be jealous, this is what people deserve,"

Jia Liu smiled and continued to write Spring Festival couplets earnestly, but it was strange to keep writing.

Why?

Just now when he was cleaning the doors and windows, he calculated that including the horse stables and the latrine, there are at most fifty couplets, which is almost the same, but he has clearly written enough, Shuan Zhu kept coming over to ask him to write quickly.

You won't use your calligraphy to wipe your ass, right?
In order to find out the reason, Jia Liu secretly winked at Bao Zhu when Shuan Zhu came to pick up the couplets again.

Bao Zhu knew his heart and followed Shuan Zhu silently.

Then, the two walked to Shuan Zhu's bedroom.

"How much are you hiding?"

"Not much, only a dozen or so."

"My lord is suspicious, don't steal it."

"Okay, I'll sell these Spring Festival couplets later, and each person will earn half of the money."

"to make."

Bao Zhu and Shuan Zhu both showed happy expressions.

Guarding the golden mountain of adults, do you still need to pay dead wages?

(End of this chapter)