The Prosperity of Jingdi Chronicle

In the winter of the sixth year of Hongqing, Wei's family held the [-]th birthday for Old Master Wei.

The whole birthday banquet was extremely lively, and the flowing water table was set up for three days and three nights. People who had a little friendship with the Wei family in Beijing and outside of Beijing sent people to celebrate their birthdays, and even the palace gave countless rewards, and the sixth prince Jing Ke was even more enthusiastic. Sending an order to celebrate the birthday, pushing the lively and festive atmosphere to the highest peak.

After such a birthday banquet, anyone who is not blind can see it.The Wei family may not be the most powerful family in the court, but they are definitely the most trusted family by the emperor.

The emperor was in the prime of his life, as long as the head of the Wei family didn't lose their minds and make mistakes, this kind of favor could last for at least a few decades. Better not to do it.

In mid-December of the same year, Old Master Wei passed away in his sleep without illness or pain.Later, Mrs. Liu also passed away suddenly.

Wei Yan lost his father first, and then his mother. In just a few days, he seemed to have aged more than ten years.The grief in his heart was unbearable, but he still had to force his body to be busy everywhere, preparing for the funeral, and his expression became even more ashamed.

Although Jing Li was heartbroken and worried about him, mourning for his parents was a gift due to a son of man, and there was no room for him to intervene due to emotion or reason.

On the first day of the memorial ceremony, he went to worship in person, and seeing Wei Yan's haggard appearance, he was even more worried, but birth, old age, sickness and death are helpless things, even if he usually proposes one after another, he doesn't know what to do at this time What to do, I can only sigh from time to time during the interval of governance.

"Father, my son is willing to go to the Weifu to take care of the commander-in-chief, and I implore the father's permission." When he couldn't sleep, Jing Ke suddenly asked to see him, and volunteered to relieve his father's worries and go to the Weifu to take care of the commander-in-chief.

"Are you going to take care of the Commander?" Jing Li stared at his son fiercely, with distrust palpable, "It's no wonder you didn't cause trouble when you went, stay in the palace obediently, and wait for the Commander to come back, he doesn't take care of you now mind."

Isn't it a joke to let a crybaby take care of people?At that time, he was crying so much that a bunch of people would rush to coax him, which would add to the chaos.

"Father looks down on people too much, and my son has grown up." Seeing that the emperor didn't trust him so much, Jing Ke blushed with anger, clasped her little hands and said loudly, "My son is willing to issue a military order. Ruoer If I go here, I can't take good care of the commander in chief, but will add to the chaos, and I will let my father punish me when the time comes."

Jing Ke's words were powerful and resounding, and Jing Li was speechless for a while.

"I will trust you this time, and send a few people to go with you. But you have to remember, I sent you to make the commander happy. If you cry in Weifu, I know, but I can't forgive you lightly." .” After a long time, Jing Li finally nodded in agreement.

"Father, please don't worry, my son will not disappoint father." Jing Ke nodded vigorously to assure.

In this way, Jing Ke received the decree, took the able-bodied man assigned to him by the emperor, and immediately set off for the Wei Mansion.

At that time, for the funeral of relatives, they have to live in a shabby room and eat shabby food to show their grief. They will not move back to the main room until they are born on the seventh day.It was mid-winter at this time, and there was no kang or brazier in the house, but the bedding on the couch was fairly thick.

The mourning place was arranged by the Wei family, and it was not Jing Ke's turn to talk. The only thing he had to do was to persuade the commander-in-chief to eat more.Although one needs to eat poor food to show one's grief during the mourning period, if one does not eat, even a hardened person will not be able to survive.

Wei Yan had been having a poor appetite these days, and he only moved a few chopsticks each time for the meal that was brought up, before ordering people to withdraw it, which made Wei Minwen feel very worried when he saw it, but how could he try to persuade him? It was useless, so that he also worked so hard that there were several wrinkles between his brows.

Now when he saw Jing Ke coming over, although he was very puzzled, why did the emperor send this little guy over, he still told him about it. .

There are many guests who come to pay homage on this day. During the day, the commander-in-chief will welcome and send off the guests to thank the guests, and at night he will be on guard at night. Only in the evening can he have time to rest.Jing Ke has been sending someone to keep an eye on the front, and once the commander-in-chief is down, he will ask that person to report quickly, and he will take someone to ask for a room, and set up several stoves to cook food.

At about a quarter of an hour, the person in charge of guarding came running over with the wind on his feet, shouting as he ran, "Come down, Master Hou has come down."

Jing Ke heard the shouts outside, and immediately urged for this and that, which immediately made the room jump.

"Is the ginseng soup not ready yet? Quick, quick, the commander-in-chief is coming down."

"Okay, okay, servant girl will send it over for His Highness."

"Give it to me quickly, I will deliver it myself, and you hurry up and get everything else ready."

"Your servant knows, Your Highness must be careful."

Jing Ke held the plate in one hand, opened the curtain outside the door with the other, and slipped in cautiously.

Hearing the sound, Wei Yan thought it was the boy who brought him meals, so he just closed his eyes and said, "Let's put it away", and still leaned on the back of the chair without moving.The "boy" walked up to him, put down the plate, and then there was the sound of lifting the lid of the bowl, followed by the sound of blowing.

Hearing this, Wei Yan felt a little strange. He opened his eyes, only to realize that the person standing in front of him was not some "little servant", but His Royal Highness the Little Prince.The little prince held a bowl in his hand, and was blowing air into it with his mouth puffed out, but he didn't know what was in it.

"Why is Your Highness here?" Seeing that the bowl was still steaming, Wei Yan hurriedly reached out to take it for fear of scalding him, put it on the table, pulled him over, and hugged him on his lap.

"Ke'er wants to be the commander-in-chief." Jing Ke snuggled into Wei Yan's arms, and rubbed his little head against his chest for a long time before raising his head contentedly. Seeing that the commander-in-chief didn't intend to drink ginseng soup, he flattened his mouth, Looking at the bowl on the table, he said aggrievedly, "Commander, drink the ginseng soup quickly. It won't taste good when it gets cold. It's because Ke'er watched the stove for a long time before making it."

Since it was the little prince's wish, even if Wei Yan lost his appetite, he couldn't bear to make him sad, and quickly drank the ginseng soup.

The two exchanged a few words, and the meal was served.Today's meal is still very simple, but what is different from the past is that everything presented now is made by Jing Ke himself.

For example, in the cabbage heart and winter bamboo shoot soup, every cabbage heart is selected by Jing Ke herself, and every winter bamboo shoot is peeled and sliced ​​by Jing Ke herself; for example, the shepherd’s purse small wonton, the flour is Jing Ke herself Yes, Jing Ke made the skin by herself, and even the shepherd's purse stuffing inside was picked by Jing Ke in the wild and chopped into stuffing.

As he spoke, he showed the big commander his chubby little hands, as if he had really done so much work. With this omnipotent posture, he went up the mountain to cut the firewood himself. Not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue.

"Ke'er wants to eat this, and the commander-in-chief eats that."

Under Jing Ke's strong command, Wei Yan really used a lot more things than usual.Wei Minwen, who was eating with them, watched from the sidelines, and could only secretly admire that even acting like a baby can be so powerful, the little prince is indeed very good at it.

After eating, Wei Minwen and Jing Ke withdrew, leaving Wei Yan to rest for a while.After leaving the door, Wei Minwen patted Jing Ke's head, and praised him sincerely: "Your Highness is indeed very capable."

"That's right, Ke'er is very capable. I promise to take good care of the commander. Brother Minwen will just watch over." Jing Ke was not at all humble, and immediately took over the conversation and praised herself.

Wei Minwen smiled and took his hand, lest he be blown away by the strong wind for a while.

It has to be said that since Jing Ke lived in the Wei Mansion, Wei Yan's diet finally became regular. In the end, even His Majesty the Emperor had to admit that Jing Ke had made a great contribution.

Unfortunately, as in the past, his stingy father only gave verbal praise, not real rewards.

The Wei family's ancestral home was in Hexi Mansion. After seven days, the Wei mansion stopped at Yunzhong Temple outside Lingcheng City. They wanted to pick a day to help the coffin go south and keep filial piety at the ancestral house.At that time, the children will observe the filial piety for their parents for three years, the grandchildren will observe the filial piety for their grandparents, and the married daughter will observe the filial piety for their parents. During the period of filial piety, distant relatives outside the five clothes do not have to observe filial piety.

After the death of the old Hou Ye of Wei, the sons and daughters of the Wei Mansion who had official positions expressed their begging concerns to the emperor.For example, Wei Yan's eldest brother, Wei Ze, was robbed of his love, and he still had to return to Yunzhou to guard after the funeral. The three sons were allowed to go south to observe their filial piety. Except for six or seven grandchildren who accompanied their parents to the ancestral house, the others stayed in Beijing to observe their filial piety.

Wei Yan is also on the list of going south, but Jing Li clearly stated that he can only give him a one-year filial piety period, which is the maximum separation period he can endure.

In the autumn of the seventh year of Hongqing, when the pastures were withered and yellow, Shaodong Fan Abao of the largest business firm in Chuzhou, Fan Abao, came to the grassland beyond the Great Wall.

The wind on the grassland is blowing endlessly, blowing the withered yellow pastures into a rattling noise. In the distant place, the bells of cattle and sheep can be faintly heard, and the songs of herdsmen are faintly heard. Listening to the singing in the distance, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Nearly a year after the shopkeepers of Fan's Commercial Company established their business in this vast grassland, the owner of this grassland, the third prince of Beidi, Zamur, finally invited the head of Fan's Commercial Company to his tribe for a face-to-face meeting. talk.

"For a bigger business, we should sit down and have a good talk." These are the exact words of Zamul.

Although his mother, Fan Wushi, strongly objected to him taking the risk and entering the grassland alone, Fan Abao still persuaded her to leave Chuzhou. After more than a month, he came to the grassland and visited him in the tribe of Zamur.

The third prince of Beidi, Zamur, is a tall and strong man in his prime of life. The large amount of business with Fan's firm has made his tribe stronger and stronger, and his speech and behavior are even more vigorous and full of ambition.

The merchants brought scarce tea, silk and even food to the grassland, in exchange for healthy horses and furs, so that his people could finally not go hungry in the coming winter, but the wise men in the tribe always opposed to go with the southerners. If they are too close, they think that the southerners are cunning and treacherous, and they will not be so kind to help them. They must be planning secretly. Jamur will regret his short-sightedness one day.

However, Zamur didn't take the words of the wise man to heart. He had tasted the taste of being strong, and couldn't help but seek to become more powerful. So he arranged this meeting to explore the bottom line of Fan's business and talk about it. Is there any possibility of further cooperation.

"We are businessmen, as long as we do business that makes money. The things His Royal Highness asked for are very special. Even if it is my Fan's firm, it will take a lot of effort to get them, and we will take a lot of risks, so I I have a small request." Fan Abao understood the business that Zamul was talking about, put the milk tea on the table, and began to talk.

As analyzed by everyone, Zamur, whose strength has soared, finally set his sights on the place they expected.This time, he took a fancy to the arms of the southerners.It is best to use smelting and forging technology, if not, a large number of ordnance will do.

"Mr. Fan, please tell me." When Zamuer heard that this business was interesting, even though he was quite deep in the city, his face changed slightly.

The weapons used by the southerners are much better than those used by the grassland athletes. The southerners, who have been weak for many years, rely on their advanced weapons to compete with the brave and skilled athletes on the grassland.If the prairie athletes are paired with southerners' weapons, where else in the world can stop their horseshoes?

It's just that there are many southern profiteers who do business on the grasslands, and he has never encountered one who can get a lot of ordnance. When those merchants occasionally go out of the fortress, they will bring a few steel knives, which are also given as gifts to their relatives. The patriarchs of their business, this thing is a very rare treasure on the grassland.

Now that Zamur heard that the young head of the Fan family had managed to obtain a large amount of ordnance, how could he not be very excited.

"If one day, the horseshoes of His Highness the Prince walk all over the grassland, I hope that my Fan's Trading Company can follow in the footsteps of His Highness the Prince and do business in every corner of this vast grassland." Fan Abao stood up and bowed solemnly for the Li, said his request.

"Okay, okay, if Mister can really do this, I swear by the Eternal Heaven, Mister's firm will be dedicated to me, Zamur, and from now on, all the business of all the tribes under this king's account will be shared with me." Mr.'s business." When he heard that it was only this condition, Zamul hurriedly nodded and agreed.

"I believe in the sincerity of His Royal Highness, and I will never disappoint His Royal Highness." Fan Abao also made a promise.

A businessman dares to sell anything in pursuit of profit, and even the court doesn't care about it. He is courageous enough, but it is a pity that his vision is a little short-sighted, and his achievements are limited in the end.This is Zamur's secret evaluation of Fan Abao.

It's time for Wang Zhang to work harder, this good show is about to be staged.Fan Abao smiled faintly in the fragrance of milk, as if he didn't notice at all, once he really sold a large amount of ordnance to Zamur, Zamur may not go north as they imagined, and the possibility of the prairie athletes going south is completely existing.

Because when all the lines are moving, Zamur can't help him, he must and can only move forward according to the established pace.For His Majesty's wishes and for the stability of the border, this vast grassland will soon be stained with blood.

I believe it won't take long for my emperor's reputation to resound throughout this land and rule this grassland.

Fan Abao secretly thought.

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The story on the prairie is just for the storyline. This is a war era in alternate history. Please do not make divergent links.