Two days later, on the seventeenth day of the winter month.

It is advisable to bury, repair graves, break ground, and sacrifice.

Fear... Except for white things, everything is taboo.

What is said in the "Constitution of the Times" should be more accurate.

The weather is not bad, although it is cold, but there is finally a sun, and the leeward corner of the wall squats still, and after a while, the body will be warm.

On such a good day, Jia Liu has to report to the Jianrui Camp.

The second brother-in-law, Gao Delu, proposed the day before yesterday that it would be better to ask He Shen for help again to see if Jia Liu could be replaced through the relationship between Yingzhongtang.

"Favors are indispensable! My family's flag and guards have already made great efforts, how can I bother others about this matter? And how do people think of me? ”

Jia Liu didn't want to leave an impression on He Shen that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, and he would definitely not help in this matter.

After all, this Hezhongtang is still a good seedling of the Great Qing Kingdom, and he is also a real young handsome, very ambitious, and he can't get sand in his eyes.

Even if He Shen saw the grace of the tiger and the beast to help, Yinglian also didn't go over.

So, let's accept the reality and go to Jinchuan for a while.

Alas, how to say it, this is fate.

Jia Daquan also went out for two days, but he either couldn't even enter the door, or was persuaded to come back.

It's not that those officials who are commensurate with Daquan on weekdays are unwilling to help, but it's actually the emperor's intention to do this.

Fu Dutong's side watched closely, and no one dared to change the roster at the risk of losing their official hats.

Besides, how much money can Jia Daquan pay?

The eldest sister's family and the second sister's family all came, and the two sisters cried and cried, which made Jia Liu's heart uncomfortable.

"Dad, I'm going."

Tied his belt, under the reluctant gaze of the two sisters, Jia Liu walked to the middle of the courtyard.

Dabao suddenly broke free of his mother's hand and ran over to hug his uncle, and asked with concern, "Uncle, when will you come back?" ”

"Soon,"

Jia Liu's heart was warm, he picked up his eldest nephew and pinched his little face and kissed it, "Maybe my uncle will come back during the Chinese New Year." ”

"Ah, so fast? ... Uncle, can you not come back? Dabao looked expectant, and wiped his nose on his uncle's clothes by the way.

It's cold, and the child is freezing.

"How can you keep your uncle from coming back?"

Jia Liumian is abnormal, when did this kid have a backbone in the back of his head.

"If my uncle doesn't come back, when my grandfather dies, this yard will belong to me and Erbao, otherwise when we grow up and beg for a daughter-in-law, my father and mother will have no land to live in."

Dabao's innocent face was innocent, and his filial piety made Jia Liu very pleased.

Uncle nephew, the ancients did not deceive me.

Then he watched Dabao being dragged aside by his mother and beaten severely.

Erbao was very clever, and when he saw his brother being beaten, he hurriedly shouted with his mouth: "I want my uncle, I don't want a house." ”

"Good,"

Touching his little nephew's head, Jia Liu looked back at Yang Zhi: "Bolt pillar, have you packed up everything?" ”

Yang Zhi hurriedly said: "Don't worry, young master, you have brought everything you should bring." ”

"Put it on your back."

"Hey!"

Yang Zhi hurriedly picked up the two big burdens that were buckled together with ropes and carried them on his shoulders, one in front and one in the back.

When the children of the banner people go out to fight, they must bring the clothed family to give birth to slaves, which is a rule handed down by the ancestors.

However, the Jia family is not as good as it was back then, and when the old lady was there, he could bring four family slaves.

In the early years, the children of the banner people had to prepare horses and weapons when they went out to fight, which would make the court rich, as long as people went.

Jia Daquan walked in front of his son with his eldest grandson who was beaten to tears, opened his mouth, and sighed again, he didn't know what to say, so he had to tell Yang Zhi again: "Zhuzhu, you have to look at some young masters, don't let the young master have an accident, otherwise you won't come back!" ”

"Don't worry, master, with me, there will be a young master!"

Yang Zhi's loyalty to the Jia family is undoubted, since the generation of his old lady, he was born in the Jia family, ate in the Jia family, and died in the Jia family, and has regarded the Jia family as his own family for more than a hundred years.

Jia Liu's mouth was crooked, and this guy didn't like to listen to it.

What does it mean that there is a young master with me?

"Dad, take care! Bolt pillars, go! ”

Jia Liu doesn't want to be too childlike, since there is no way out, let's move forward bravely.

But when he walked to the door, he still stopped, looked back at Jia Daquan, who had several more gray hairs overnight, as well as his two sisters with red eyes, and two brothers-in-law who were in an extremely complicated mood, sighed slightly in his heart, and said: "Dad, my son is not at home, you drink less wine, don't sleep in the alley and cry to death... Sister, you have to come to see your father more often on weekdays, the bolt is gone with me, and no one at home cooks for him..."

"Well, I know."

Jia Lan's mood collapsed suddenly, and he cried bitterly.

If Jia Juan hadn't been supported by her husband, she was afraid that she would have fainted to the ground.

Jia Daquan was also uncomfortable, quickly stepped forward and grabbed his son's hand, trembling and said: "You have to take the incident that your father told you, if you have a chance..."

"The son knows, and the son is not stupid."

Jia Liu nodded, and Jia Daquan asked him to find a chance to fall off his horse or break his leg. In short, as long as you can be put back, it doesn't matter if you suffer a little pain.

There were many neighbors standing outside the door, some of them really cared about the Jia family's little six sons going out, and some of them came to see the excitement.

"Sixth son, you have to work hard when you get to the army, don't embarrass us in Xiliu Hutong." The three masters in their seventies are old, and their spirits are getting worse and worse.

"Three masters, don't worry, you can't lose anything and lose the face of our alley!"

Jia Liu helped the three masters to the wall, lest the old man couldn't stand and take a step ahead of him.

On weekdays, she always said behind her back that Jia Liu didn't study well, and the second aunt of the prodigal son was also very sad when she looked at Jia Liu, wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and sighed: "I don't know when I will be able to look at you again." ”

"Sixth son, you must take care of yourself when you get to the place, and don't be reckless, those soldiers are powerful, and the swords and guns have no eyes..."

“......”

Whether it is true or not, the neighbors of Xiliu Hutong make Jia Liu feel cared for like he has never felt before.

When I came to the meeting point of the Dutong Yamen, I found that Chang Bingzhong and Zu Yingyuan had already arrived, and there were no less than seventeen people.

Except for Zu Yingyuan, the other sixteen people basically had the same expression.

The blue flag of the Han army is the second-to-last number of the eight banners of the Han army to worship Tang'a, and the least is the yellow flag of the Han army, only eight.

The largest number is the white flag of the Han army, with 21 people.

After seeing that everyone arrived, Wang An, the riding school who was in charge of leading the team last time, came over to organize everyone to get on the bus and report to the school field.

With all kinds of moods, Jia Liu and seventeen of them got into the carriage in front.

Yang Zhi and other domestic slaves who came with them were busy stuffing salutes in the back, and the carriage was stuffed with large bags and small bags.

When they arrived at the Deshengmen school grounds, there were more Eight Banners teams that had already arrived, and the people of the Jianrui Battalion were busy arranging the queue and roll call.

In the school grounds, the officers and soldiers of the Jianrui Battalion were also lining up, waving flags, and it seemed that they were also going to Jinchuan to participate in the war.