Mr. Jia who was infected with the virus [Red House]

"You rewrite the story about selling matches." Jia Daishan ordered, he already had an idea for Fang Zi.

The boss had an explanation, and Jia Dairu immediately took care of it.

Jia Daishan blinked his eyes, "Okay! Third child, your writing speed is quite fast and neat." It took only a long time, and the third child has written nearly ten thousand words in one go. It is extremely neat, and it can definitely be rated as the best pen post style when it is placed in the court.

"Not fast, it's fast if it can be printed directly!" Jia Dairu was not satisfied with his writing speed.

Jia Daishan was impatient to hear his family's modesty, so he stuffed Fang Zi into his arms, "Okay, I get it, don't worry about it, Luo Li."

He lifted his foot and walked out, walked to the door, and suddenly turned around, "If it's true, I will give you credit."

Having been in the military for a long time, Jia Daishan can see the importance of matches at a glance. Compared with flint or fire pockets, matches that can be ignited with one stroke greatly save the time of making a fire and improve the safety factor.Whether it is marching outside or used at home, matches are a sharp weapon.Although I'm curious how his third brother suddenly became enlightened and came up with such a rare thing, but he is a taker, so it doesn't matter where he got it and it's useful.

"Uh, no, no." Jia Dairu waved his hands again and again. He had two leaders, Jia Daishan and Mrs. Xu, and he couldn't handle any more.

"If I say I ask for credit, I'll ask for credit. What's the point!" Jia Daishan glared and showed the majesty of the patriarch, then stepped out of the Rongguo Mansion like a hot wheel, and rushed to court excitedly.

After a while, seeing that the emperor was about to leave, he quickly gave Dai Quan a wink, and sure enough, the emperor sent him in soon after.

"The emperor is overjoyed! I got a good thing!" Jia Daishan entered the upper son.

Seeing that there was another stack of papers, the emperor thought about it for a while and asked, "Is it the child-rearing booklet written by your concubine third brother again? That's all, since Aiqing has repeatedly recommended it to me, let's take a look!"

That being said, Emperor Xihe doesn't think anyone in the world can teach children better than him. Look at the prince, how many people can compare with him?His son has experienced many competitions since he was a child and still stands alone, which shows how outstanding the prince is.

However, Jia Daishan is also his vassal at any rate, and he is willing to give it the face of looking at the so-called parenting booklet.

"This time it's not a parenting booklet, it's a folktale." Jia Dairu first took out the story of the little girl selling matches and submitted it.

"Oh?" Xi Hedi glanced at the vernacular story, and sighed after a while, "Xing, the people are suffering! What I have done is far from enough!"

There seemed to be a gleam of light in the corner of his eyes, Jia Daishan hurriedly lowered his head.

"Ever since the Holy Majesty promulgated that there will be no rewards for adding children in the prosperous age, the people say that you have made great achievements and failed the Three Emperors."

Emperor Xihe pointed at Jia Daishan for a while, then sighed again, "I'm a widow, a widow, a widow, even you won't tell me the truth."

Jia Daishan dared not dare, and then presented the match recipe.

"This is a prescription that I got together with the story. If I can make it and use it in the army, it will be a blessing to my Daqing soldiers."

As a generation of Mingjun, Emperor Xihe certainly did not ignore the match. After getting the recipe, he pondered for a moment and handed it to Dai Quan, "Let's see if Xixinsi can make it."

Instead of handing over the matches to the Ministry of Industry, Jia Daishan immediately understood that the emperor saw that the matches could bring profits, and planned to monopolize them in his own hands.It is a pity that the third brother cannot use this to enter the Ministry of Industry.

"I heard that your third younger brother is a scholar. Let him work hard. I hope to see him in the hall in two years." Xi Hedi said with a smile on his face.

"I thank the Lord Long En on behalf of my younger brother." Jia Daishan heard the meaning of Emperor Xihe's words, and quickly thanked him, planning to go back and urge the third younger brother to study hard.

As for home education, he thought about it, and felt a little headache for a while, and it was hard to choose.

It is good to have a capable brother in the court, but my two sons are also very important!Forget it, let the third brother choose for himself!But even if the third brother continues to teach, he has to find a teacher to tutor him.

He fixed his eyes on the crown prince and Taifu Zhang Taifu.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

After Jia She heard that he was a vine, everyone didn't know what he thought in his heart, and he must be dissatisfied.

"Third Uncle, how can I be a limp vine when I am so mighty?" Jia Amnesty's voice was extremely aggrieved, but his small eyes glanced around guiltily, but he didn't dare to look directly at Jia Dairu.

"Then what are you?" Jia Dairu asked back.

"Anyway, it's not a vine, I'm a man, I can't be a vine!" Jia Amnesty protested, "My heart has been greatly hurt by what you said, and you have to compensate me for the loss."

Filled with indignation, Jia She quickly glanced at his third uncle.

"It made my father say that I'm heartless, am I heartless? You should make it up to me!"

Don't look at Jia Amnesty's stubborn mouth and lack of confidence in his heart, but his third uncle actually nodded his head.

"Okay, then what compensation do you want?" Looking at Jia She lightly, Jia Dairu felt that the virus had begun to operate secretly again, otherwise why did he suddenly feel that he should meet the other party's request?Sure enough, one child is not as easy to take care of as a group of children, and he can divide and manage a group of children.

"Story card!" Jia She said loudly immediately.

Jia Dairu gave him a playing card, and Jia She turned it over and looked at it again and again, "The suits on the back are different."

"Of course." Jia Dairu was a little proud. He confiscated the most playing cards in the prison, and he didn't keep any cards of the same suit on the back.Only a few different ones.

"Doesn't a suit represent a story?" Jia She asked.

Jia Dairu only felt a bright light bulb appear in his mind, "Your suggestion is very good, a story card of a suit represents a story, and my story has hundreds of millions of words."

Jia Dairu said conservatively, with the rapid development of Internet literature, what are hundreds of millions of words?However, in order to frighten Jia Amnesty, he deliberately did not disclose the detailed figures vaguely.

After playing cards, he confiscated the second most. Because prisoners are not allowed to use mobile phones, paper, especially the Internet, has almost become their currency in circulation. Of course, a lot of 001, which resolutely cracked down on prisoners' private transactions, was confiscated.Not only that, he also absorbed all of them and transformed them into data.

"Ah?" Jia Amnesty was a little dumbfounded.

"Hundreds of millions of words! Let me do the math." Jia Amnesty snapped his fingers. He originally planned to try to listen to 2000 words of Shu Ke Beta every day, and [-] million words is enough to hear him get married.Hundreds of millions of words are calculated based on [-] words per day, and you can't finish listening to the loess burying your neck!

Jia She felt inexplicably sad and indignant when he thought that he would miss the unfinished story even to death.

No, no matter how long his third uncle lived, he could still outlive him, that is to say, after his third uncle's hundred years, he would spend 20 years thinking about the unfinished story every day.

"Third Uncle, are you trying to trick your nephew?" Jia Amnesty scolded his Third Uncle, a story of hundreds of millions of words, itching in his heart.

It's strange where Jia Amnesty got his conclusion, as a great teacher, how could he cheat his students?Jia Dairu immediately retorted, "Nonsense, you have only been cheating professionally for 100 years."

The author has something to say: I have a headache when I think that there are still a dozen stories that I have not started to write. Some of them have even written outlines of thousands of words, but I just don’t have time to write them.That's why I desperately hope to be able to write essays full-time. I already have a long list to write, and I have new topics to write every one or two months. The pressure is really great.

今天中午、昨天中午连午饭都没吃，省出时间写文，感觉有点辛苦。感谢在2019-11-2704:37:31~2019-11-2719:50:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Xueliren;