Pixiu Jia She in the Red Chamber

Pixiu not only attracts wealth, but also kills in war. Although Jia She has never used these two skills in his animal life, he has shown a talent in martial arts that far exceeds that of attracting wealth.

The grinning Xiaodao leader, with his sleeves fluttering, looks like a white crane piercing through the sky. Those who fight with him can't even touch his sleeves, and they have already been beaten terribly.

Xiao Lin folded his arms and watched the excitement, thinking that if Shi Zi wanted to make money, he might as well consider setting up a stall to perform.

The steward of the Wang family has a very clear mind, at least better than the drunk Prince Teng, otherwise the elders would not let him accompany him to the capital. In the house, I squeezed a purse and stepped forward, "This little Taoist leader, our uncle is rude, I will treat it as a stand with you if I show my heart."

He put a 100 tael silver note in it.

Ordinary Taoist priests have nothing to be afraid of, but they are foreigners, and the capital is a place full of relatives of the emperor. It must not be easy for this little Taoist priest to know their addresses and have the courage to seek revenge.

"Seeing how old you are, don't bother with them today." Jia Amnesty stuffed his purse into his sleeve, and casually threw the chair legs in the courtyard. "As I said just now, in the capital, it's better to keep a low profile." Good. Your son's scientific examination is coming soon, so he can recover from his injuries, so don't go out to find trouble."

Where did the steward dare to say anything, he apologized repeatedly, and invited this little ancestor out.

Jia Amnesty and Xiao Lin strolled out the door, found out that it was 100 taels, and said, "Why do I feel that I am so worthless? I only earned 100 taels after working so hard."

"My lord, why don't you eat minced meat? Ordinary people won't earn so much money in their lifetime." Xiao Lin is also very accurate, "If you want me to say, why don't you go to Juyongguan with the prince of Ningfu to make a military exploit or something? , Ning Guogong will definitely not care about you."

Jia Amnesty didn't understand his brain circuit at all, "Isn't it just following my uncle's wish to move me out of the palace?"

"I didn't expect you to be an infatuated person." Xiao Lin said, "But if you stay in the palace like this, are you really going to be His Majesty's queen?"

"...Uncle told you to tell me?"

"Mr. Ning Guo just asked me to remind you a little bit, mainly because he was a little bit stimulated yesterday." Xiao Lin was exposed by him immediately, and he said a little authentically, "The subordinates also feel that they have lost face."

Jia She was speechless, "Okay, I understand."

Jia Amnesty's fortune-telling work has been going on for more than a month, and with the scattered silver from normal customers, there is a total of more than 4000 taels. He held the account book with a guilty conscience and showed it to Jia Daihua.

Jia Daihua used his toes to think about it and knew it was tricky, but he was preoccupied with other things and had no time to take care of this bastard, "Okay, you can go back, it will be the holy birthday in two days, and there are things to be busy in the palace."

Jia Amnesty: ...the palace has nothing to do with me, I'm not the real empress.

Seeing Jia Daihua's expression was wrong, he hesitated and refused to leave, "Uncle, if you have anything to say, let's discuss it together."

Jia Daihua looked at his childish eyes and smiled, the bitterness in it was self-evident, "It's nothing, really, let's go back."

"Show me." Jia Amnesty took advantage of Jia Daihua's unprepared moment, snatched the letter away, and looked down, "Brother respects him? Is it true?"

"The news that Yan Jingshan sent back secretly was not harmful to the overall situation, so he didn't send it to the palace to let His Majesty know." Jia Daihua seemed to have aged a lot in a few breaths.

The letter said that Jia Jing's vanguard army was lured into the grassland by the Tatars, and his life and death are unknown now.

However, this news had to be kept from other people, especially Shi Shi. Jia Daihua didn't show his face, and his heart was like a knife, but he was a firm-minded person after all. Looking at Jia She, who had red eyes, he said, "Why are you crying?" , I would rather he die on the battlefield than in the capital relying on his grandparents to live and dream."

Jia She's red rabbit's eyes seemed to have pieces of gold floating in it, Pixiu's spirit was agitated, and something seemed to be struggling to come out, "Uncle take care, I'll come see you tomorrow."

Jia Daihua silently waved his hand.

All the way back to the palace, there was nothing to say. When we got back to the Qianyuan Palace, Ming Su had already heard about Jia Jing, and sighed softly, "The grain and grass in the northwest will leave in three days, and I will order you to be responsible for the escort."

He has already realized that it is actually their problem with Jia Xiaoshe's education, this era pays attention to learning the arts and martial arts, and selling them to the emperor's family, even if it is a business, it also has a scope, such as selling meat and selling food.

Because there are so many people who care about Jia Amnesty, and there is a hammer here and a stick here, everyone is afraid that the strict discipline will make this silly child unhappy, and finally it has become the situation of being freed.

No one gave this stupid thing a serious business, so why should he go to the street to tell his fortune?

Jia She gave a hum, then leaned on his shoulder and mumbled, "Am I particularly useless?"

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Of all the people, he is the most useless.

"Nonsense, it's normal for you to be young, and you have no experience in being a human being." Ming Su rubbed his face with him reassuringly, "This time, all the food and grass for the army will be entrusted to you. Do your errands."

"I'm really afraid that something will happen to Brother Jing."

"It'll be fine, he's fine."

On the second day of Ming Su's birthday, Jia Amnesty escorted a large amount of food and grass to Juyongguan. He still remembered that his father was almost starved to death in Jining. .

Except for the officers and soldiers sent by the Ministry of War to escort the transport, the Ministry of Household Affairs assigned another Langzhong and a principal to be in charge. This Jia Langzhong was old with Jia Amnesty, and he was the little Chief Jia from the Ministry of Rites who had a crush on their teacher in Jinling City for so many years. After coming down, Xiao Jia has only been promoted by half a level.

Seeing the rival's son in high spirits, young and promising, I feel so sour in my heart.

Jia Amnesty didn't recognize who he was at all. The person he met when he was two or three years old is now much older, so he doesn't have any impression.

Jia Langzhong was even more sad, but he was very respectful to Jia Amnesty all the way, not only busy counting food and grass, but also helping to manage the daily life of the post station.

Xiao Lin said, "This Mr. Jia is meticulous and cautious in his work. From the position of the fifth rank, he feels a little wronged."

"You can become an official just by being meticulous, and the daughter's family is the most meticulous." Jia She thought he was annoying, "Is there any news about Juyongguan? It seems that a few days have passed, and I don't know how Brother Jing is doing."

"No news." Xiao Lin thought about the other prince, so worried that he shut up.

The son of the world was not happy, and the others didn't even have a smiling face. When the food and grass arrived at Juyongguan, those who knew it was there to deliver supplies, those who didn't know thought that this large team was here for the funeral.

Yan Jingshan personally brought people out to meet him, "How is your son doing all the way? Is it safe?"

"It's very stable, it's all right. Yan Shuai just call me Jia She, I'm a child, I can't afford to be your son." Jia She was very calm, not at all sweet and greasy in the past. With a sticky look, "Dare to ask Yan Shuai, do you have any news from my brother?"

Yan Jingshan was in a good mood that could be seen with the naked eye. He patted Jia She on the shoulder, "I figured you guys would arrive soon, so you didn't deliver the letter. Jing'er is fine. He came back the day before yesterday. He just hurt his leg and is recuperating."

Jia She drove Linju to walk with him, "It's fine if you don't have anything to do, and if you don't have anything to do, I'll tell you the truth, I've been worried all the way, just in case something happens."

"Would you like to go see him first?"

"Let's deliver the grain and grass first. I am young, and His Majesty trusts me. I will not disappoint His Majesty." Jia She said, "There is another matter that I will report to you later."

Yan Jingshan saw that he was taking care of the overall situation, and that he was beautiful and cute, so he loved him, so he hurriedly asked someone to come up to count the grain and grass, while he and Jia Shen drank tea and waited, gossiping, and waited for about half a day, but the bookkeeper under his account said The quantity does not match.

"Is it less or more?" Yan Jingshan asked with a smile.

The master said, "There are too many."

"Xie'er, is this what you were going to say just now?" Yan Jingshan looked at Jia She leisurely without getting angry, "Tell me, why are there so many?"

Jia Amnesty took out a pamphlet from his pocket and handed it to Yan Jingshan, "Shanxi has a bumper harvest this year, and the grain price is cheap. I deposited money and purchased a batch of grain and grass to be prepared. Here is the ledger."

This still used Jiang Ziyu's relationship to mobilize so much food and grass in such a short period of time.

"It's not easy to get back the money you have put in place. If there is a bumper harvest in the next season, the price of food may fall even more, are you willing?" Yan Jingshan squinted his eyes and said, "Prodigal son, if I were your father, I would have to beat you up." .”

"My father is not willing to beat me." Jia She knew that Jia Jing was fine, and his nerves, which had been tense all the way, relaxed a little. Seeing Yan Jingshan joking with him, he couldn't help but smile, "It's fine, don't let Your Majesty It’s up to me, if the price of food goes up, I’ll make a profit.”

"Little slicker." Yan Jingshan asked the chief bookkeeper to copy a copy of the account book for the record, "These grains are stored separately, and you must be aware of them."

"Just pay me back later, I'm going to see my brother?" Jia She blinked, "Yan Shuai, find someone to lead me the way, okay?"

"Mr. Ning Guo is willing to let you out." Yan Jingshan was so cute, he got up and said, "I am going to visit Jing'er, let's go."

Jia Jing was hit by an arrow in his left leg. Although he didn't hurt his bones, the injury was not serious. He was ordered by the military doctor to lie on the bed and rest. For a few days, his face was still sallow and haggard.

"Brother respect!" Jia Amnesty rushed to his bedside excitedly, and the little hen went online, "Brother, brother! How are you, brother!"

Looking up and seeing Jia Jing's face, the eye circles were red again with distress.

Jia Jingzheng was so bored, when he saw Jia Amnesty, his eyes burst into surprise, and he squeezed his mouth, "Don't cry, I'm not dead yet."

Jia Amnesty was squeezed into a duckling's mouth by him, and he cried and didn't know what he was talking about. In order to get revenge, he even grabbed Jia Jing's quilt and blew his nose.

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Let's change it to nightly update later