Better to live forever [Rebirth]

Jia Jiasheng hugged her eagerly, "Sister Yan, you know what I mean. Father has already told me that we will get married this year. As long as you agree, you will be the Seventh Young Mistress of my Jia family. I will live up to you in this life. "

Jia Yan struggled, took a step back, and shook her head stubbornly with misty eyes, "You don't understand, since the day I entered Jia's mansion, I was doomed to have no hope of getting married in this life. Frozen to death in the snow and starved to death, I just want to do my best to repay Jia’s family. I don’t care about other things.”

"Sister Yan!" Jia Jiasheng said bitterly, "You and I love each other, isn't our lifelong happiness more important than a monk's words? I'm going to ask my grandmother, she will definitely—"

"enough."

Jia Yan held back her tears and repeated softly, "Enough."

"Brother Seven, it's you who don't understand." Jia Yan let out a sad laugh, then raised her head and said, "I just pretend I've never heard what I said today, and don't disturb grandma and father, even if they agree, I, I won't." I would like to marry you."

"Sister Yan—"

"If the Jia family no longer needs me, I would rather the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha." Jia Yan interrupted him, "Seventh brother, I hope you understand my determination, don't be confused."

After finishing speaking, he ran away, Jia Jiasheng chased after two steps, but saw a figure on the ground, he was shocked to look.I saw the eleventh brother standing there, dumbfounded.

Jia Jiasheng paused, squeezed his fist, gave Jia Jiaming a warning look, and left helplessly.

Jia Jiaming couldn't sleep at night, and on the second day, his complexion was ugly.Several people were concerned, but he didn't want to say more, he just smiled weakly: "I caught a cold last night, it's fine."

Zhu Dingbei pulled Ning Heng to show him, but the latter glanced at him and said to Zhu Dingbei, "Just sleep and it will be fine."

Heart disease can only be treated with heart medicine, let alone the imperial physician in the palace, he is also helpless.Zhu Dingbei also saw that Jia Jiaming was in a bad mood, so he stopped talking and left him alone looking at the poems and books in a daze.Qin Xi poked Zhu Dingbei's back, pulled him and said in a low voice, "Is the eleventh really all right? Look at him as if he has lost his soul. Could it be that he was held at a night party by a female ghost—"

"Ouch."

Zhu Dingbei took back the letter that had been thrown on his head, and gave him an annoyed look, in exchange for Qin Xi's aggrieved expression.

Regardless of Jia Jiaming, Zhu Dingbei also has his own worries.

Zhu Zhenliang returned to Beijing to report on his duties this time. In addition to the military supplies and supplies, he also arranged for veterans and remnants.

Dajing soldiers were all naturalized in the Ministry of War, and the age of service was also reported by each army every year. For the old, weak and disabled soldiers, pensions and silver taels were generally distributed according to their military ranks, and they were disarmed and returned to their original places.For those who do not want to leave, it is not a problem if they are accepted by military family members, and they are settled properly.

It's just that after the ten-year-long Xianbei War, the number of wounded soldiers was huge.They are in different situations. Most of them have no family members alive, so it is difficult to survive with these pensions alone, and there is nowhere to see a doctor when they are sick.Zhu Zhenliang couldn't let the soldiers who were born and died have a bleak end, so he fought for them, even if it was some more pensions.

This matter was proposed from the military aircraft department, and it was another debate when it was placed in the morning court.

The household department was the first to complain: "Your Majesty, soldiers shed their blood on the battlefield. Treating them kindly is the righteousness of heaven and earth. No matter how many pensions are given, it is reasonable. However, half of the national treasury has been hollowed out after ten years of fighting. This time, in order to prepare for the Northern Division's military supplies, it is already reluctant. Besides, there are tens of thousands of dead soldiers submitted by the Xianbei garrison alone... The dead are the most important, and this batch of pensions cannot be delayed. In this way, the national treasury is really tight , It’s not that the humble minister is unkind, there is really nothing he can do.”

The Ministry of War followed closely behind: "Your Majesty, the garrisons in each government are overcrowded, and the Ministry of War has just received the disarmament order. It is still counting the veterans of each government to simplify it. This... the garrisons in various places may not be able to digest these wounded, so we still need to follow the system. It is more appropriate for him to return to his country of origin.”

At one time, they couldn't come up with a reason, each had their own sufferings, and then said that His Majesty thought twice, Emperor Zhenyuan shook his hands angrily and walked away.After thinking about it all night long, I finally had to call Zhu Zhenliang and a group of military personnel to discuss the matter again.

Seeing that Emperor Zhenyuan wanted to compromise, Zhu Zhenliang immediately waved his robe and knelt down, bowed down, and cried: "Your Majesty, please be the master of the humble position and thousands of soldiers!"

"They fought bloody battles and dedicated their whole lives to the people of Dajing. Now they are old and disabled, but they are lonely and the end of the hero. Your Majesty, they are your soldiers, your people, you can't bear it, right? The pensions given by the subordinates are not enough for them to rebuild their houses and buy two acres of land, let alone to honor their parents whom they haven’t seen in more than ten years, so that they will never have to marry wives and have children, they can’t support themselves at all.”

"Your Majesty, it was for the sake of Dajing and loyalty to His Majesty that they broke their hands and injured their legs. Now, they want them to have no children and no one to die. Your Majesty—soldiers are miserable. Can survive."

"These meritorious officers are like this, how dare those cold-hearted soldiers dare to work hard in the future? Who dares to cut off their hands and feet on the battlefield? Your Majesty, I beg you to make the decision!"

Zhu Zhenliang burst into tears, and the veterans of the Military Aircraft Department who originally wanted to calm down the matter did not dare to say anything.Emperor Zhenyuan was even more moved. He personally stepped down from the dragon chair, helped the marshal of the soldiers and horses, and comforted him: "My love, I understand. I will definitely not let down these bloody warriors. Don't worry."

Having said that, above the court, the Ministry of Household Affairs directly submitted a report on the statistics of the national treasury, with two words: no money.

The situation is stalemate, nothing can be done.

Zhu Zhenliang smashed the corner of the table angrily, "These old men don't die! No money? He, Li Chongdao, shaved off a layer of hair, enough to feed these disabled soldiers for a lifetime, you bastard!"

Old Hou Ye has experienced many of these things and is much calmer than him.

The generals return to Beijing every three years to report on their duties. They are brilliant on the bright side, but they are full of bloody and tearful lawsuits in the dark.Submit the military report to apply for meritorious service for the soldiers, and increase their salaries and ranks. It is not happy to give such express rewards to the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Households.When it came time to discuss food, grass and armaments, bargaining was unavoidable, and if they were asked to take an extra penny, it would be even more quarrelsome.

Now it is more difficult to increase pensions and arrange places for these disabled retired soldiers than to win a war.

Zhu Dingbei poured his father a cup of tea and said, "Father, I heard that Li Shangshu's son-in-law has an imperial merchant?"

Zhu Zhenliang snorted coldly: "It's more than that. Of his three daughters, one is married to an imperial merchant, and the other two are married to Yangzhou. I don't know how much filial piety I give him every year. Fuck his mother, a penny-pinching bastard, Lao Tzu I can't wait to feed him to the dog."

Zhu Dingbei frowned, drank a cup of tea himself, and said, "Yangzhou is out of reach for us, but the Kong family is in Luojing. Their house will definitely not be clean. Daddy, if you just grab a few tricks, Li Shangshu dares to fight with us." Cry poor?"

Zhu Zhenliang was stunned for a moment, then he pulled his son into his arms and rubbed it for a while, "Looking like your mother is a good brain, I have to show that old man some color this time."

That being said, it's not easy to do.In ten days or so, the Zhu family and his wife will send their troops back outside the Great Wall, it is extremely urgent.

Now, not only Jia Jiaming was unhappy, but Zhu Dingbei was also frowning.

Ning Heng asked him: "Do you want to leave?"

Zhu Dingbei turned his head around a few times before realizing what he was talking about. He waved his hands impatiently and said, "That's not it." He didn't like the capital city, but even if he was asked to leave now, he couldn't leave.

"Why?" Ning Heng asked.

Zhu Dingbei wrinkled his small face, spat out the grass roots in his mouth with a bah, and said unhappily: "It's not because I don't have money to make trouble."

Ning Heng looked at him suspiciously. As far as he knew, Zhu Dingbei had nothing to spend money on.

Zhu Dingbei patted his hand to let him sit down, put his arm around his shoulder, and said: "You don't know that my father is arguing with the Ministry of Households. He is stupid, and he must lose. Now we have to leave Well, the money hasn’t been taken back for a few bucks, and we are so angry that we can’t even eat. Think about it, our Zhu’s army is okay now, we can keep those remnant soldiers who can work to open up wasteland in Xianbei Prefecture, and teach those foreigners, our Dajing people, the skills. Support yourself. But what about the other brothers?"

"They fought to the death for the sake of Dajing. They lost their hands and feet, and they took a few taels of silver to send back to their hometown. It’s all difficult, and life is even harder than in the military camp.” Zhu Dingbei rubbed his steaming eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, “If it weren’t for these people, would Li Wangba be able to stick his ass up here and make sarcastic remarks? Lord, copy it to his son-in-law Confucian mansion and rob his uncle!"

Ning Heng could see that he was really sad, he patted his back at a loss to give him comfort, his eyes were heavy, thinking about something.

Zhu Dingbei whispered to him: "Actually, we just want to get hold of the Ministry of Household Affairs or the Kong family, and let that bastard take out the money. It's a pity that my grandfather has just returned to Beijing, let alone my father and the others. All the people in the capital know are rough people, and I haven't found the right place to start yet."

Ning Heng saw that he had no plans for him, and even dared to say such words to himself, so he couldn't help but smiled.Zhu Dingbei was thinking about what this is, he glanced at Nahan and said, "Mother, do you have dimples?"

He stretched out his hand and opened his mouth, and sure enough, he saw two dimples.Zhu Dingbei clicked his tongue twice: "I don't see you smiling all day long, no wonder, there are two wine pits on the faces of the elders, it's not a man."

Seeing that he was so stern that he didn't laugh no matter how much he said, Zhu Dingbei laughed, "Just kidding, I've heard people say that people with dimples are blessed. You should smile more and make good luck Also share some with others, how stingy you are."

Only then did Ning Heng show a smiling face, pinched his face in return, and said, "You laugh too."

"What are you laughing at? It's not just for laughing." Zhu Dingbei glared at him and slapped his hands away, thinking again: "I have to think of a way, so I can't take these old men too cheap."

Before Zhu Dingbei could come up with a good plan, Zhu Zhenliang's face turned cloudy.He didn't tell Zhu Dingbei that he had gained some kind of connections, but he just grabbed him upside down, patted his head and laughed and said: "You brat has a good idea. When things are done, dad will have you."

Sure enough, a few days later, the Ministry of Household Affairs changed its words: the autumn harvest statistics of the three southern prefectures were reported, and the pension funds could be embezzled first.

The Military Aircraft Department discussed again. After the two parties quarreled, each took a step back, and the currency proposed by the Military Aircraft Department was reduced by [-]%, and it was issued immediately.

This is the first time that the Military Aircraft Department and the three provinces and six ministries have won such a big victory in the years of conflict. Not to mention the old Hou Ye, even Zhu Dingbei is smiling every day, and the flowers on his face are always invincible.

Before leaving, Zhu Zhenliang deliberately said goodbye to the old master.

The father and father took a sip of the spirits, there is no other place in the whole capital that has such pure northern Xinjiang horse wine except Zhenbeihou Mansion.

"Father needs to pay more attention to this matter." Originally, there was no clue, but some friend sent the account books of the Kong family's bribery and collusion with important court officials to the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, and this turned the corner.Although it is a friend rather than an enemy, the identity of the other party must be found out.

After explaining the business, Zhu Zhenliang sighed: "Changsheng is indeed much more sensible after returning to Beijing. I thought that this time my mother and I were going to leave, and he would inevitably howl a few times. It turned out to be a good thing, and I don't know what to laugh about." Saying this, he frowned for some reason, raised his head and downed another bowl of wine.

Old Hou Ye knew his worries, he discovered the difference in Zhu Dingbei earlier than Zhu Zhenliang, and persuaded him at this time: "Our old Zhu family's temperament can't be wrong, Changsheng has his own ideas, my old man doesn't Beg him for something. Don't worry, as long as I have a breath, I won't let him go wrong."

"Trouble father."

The sky was still dark, the Marquis of Zhenbei lit the torches, and Marshal Zhu set off with the whole army. This farewell took another three years.

Zhu Dingbei secretly watched the team go away with deep eyebrows.Old Hou Ye didn't know when he stood behind him, and when he couldn't see anyone, he patted his shoulder and said, "Go back."

Zhu Dingbei looked straight ahead and said softly:

"Grandpa, I am the Zhu family. I lived for the battlefield and died for the people. I will never forget."