Xiliu Hutong.

Jia Daquan, who had just returned from the Dutong Yamen, bumped into his neighbor Chang Wuye, and hurriedly saluted: "Fifth Master, you are auspicious!" ”

"Auspicious and auspicious... I said Daquan, what's the matter, I'm going to the yamen again? Did you say when the sixth son will come back? This kid has been going for months, weird..."

Chang Wuye, who is in his seventies, is old, but his body is neat, and he is holding a birdcage in his hand and preparing to drink afternoon tea.

Don't look at the old man now, the Holy Grandfather will fight with the general Wang in the northwest, and he is very fierce.

Jia Daquan shook his head: "I asked, I didn't say it, I said I didn't believe it." ”

In the first month of the year, after knowing that his baby son became the chief of Lan Ling, Jia Daquan had to go to the Dutong Yamen every three or five days to inquire, if nothing else, he wanted to know when his son would come back, but every time it was the same answer - I don't know.

This made him anxious.

But what's the use of being in a hurry, people really don't know about the yamen.

The stinky boy didn't know how to bring a letter to his home, and he was anxious enough to be a father, he really pity the hearts of his parents all over the world, and he was worried about his children.

Chang Wuye signaled that Daquan didn't need to help him, and turned around and pointed to his courtyard: "Go back, your two daughters are here." ”

"Hey, come on, Fifth Master, go slowly!"

After Chang Wuye, who was in his seventies, walked away with the birdcage, Jia Daquan turned around and went back.

When I went to the door of my house, I saw that the door was open, and when I looked inside, the two grandsons were squatting on the ground and playing, and the two girls in the kitchen were also busy.

"Daddy, I'm back,"

Jia Juan, the eldest daughter who was picking vegetables, saw that her father was back, put down the dishes in her hand and stood up, "Are you going to the Yamen again?" ”

"Uh-huh."

Jia Daquan promised his daughter, and at the same time made a tiger down the mountain to scare the two baby grandsons, and the two children happily revolved around him.

"Dad, the sixth son is not a small person, and now he is the leader of Lan Ling, how can you just go back, you can rest at home if you are fine, what are you going to ask when you are old. You don't bother, but the people in the yamen are still annoying. ”

It was Jia Lan, the second daughter, who was scrubbing in the house, who spoke.

"You are such a brother, can I not worry about your father? ... What, to ride? Okay, okay, grandpa will ride you..."

Jia Daquan squatted down without saying a word, and the little grandson Erbao turned over with a grunt.

Seeing this, Jia Juan hurriedly shouted: "Erbao, come down quickly, don't twist grandpa's waist again." ”

"It's okay, I'm happy to twist my waist, grandpa."

After beating his son to the front line, Jia Daquan was happiest that his two grandsons could come over to accompany him.

The next generation, I didn't say it.

That being said, Jia Juan could really let her son twist his grandfather's waist, and stepped forward to hug the little guy.

"I don't, I don't."

The little guy was still not happy, Jia Juan was so angry that she was about to spank him, so frightened that the little guy quickly hid behind his aunt.

"Isn't this a joke with the child, look at you scaring the child,"

Jia Daquan pulled Erbao and Dabao, the more he looked at it, the happier he became, and he looked at the second daughter: "Lanzi, you two should also hurry up and have a child, don't let the Gao family say that our Jia family can't live with them..."

"Dad, this matter of giving birth to a child is urgently needed,"

Looking at her sister's two children, Jia Lan can not want a child of her own, but the two have been married for a few days, and this belly has never been big.

She is also busy with work, sometimes she has to work twice, so tired that her husband gasps, the problem is that this belly is like a thin field, no matter how you fertilize and lose seeds, you can't grow.

I've thought of any way, and the husband and wife don't dare to go to the ground, for fear that the seeds will fall, but the moon is still coming from the moon, what can she do?

"I've heard that there is a fairy in the outer city..."

Jia Juan was thinking about whether to take her sister to the immortal tomorrow to have a look, and was discussing when someone knocked on the door outside.

Grain mantis

"Bolt the pillar, look who's coming."

Jia Daquan subconsciously turned his head and screamed, and before the words fell, he remembered that he had accompanied his son to the front line, and his heart couldn't help but feel empty.

"Dad, I'll open the door."

Jia Juan walked quickly to the courtyard door, pulled out the door bolt and just opened the door, but before she could ask, the whole person was stunned.

"Who?"

Seeing that the eldest girl was standing there and didn't react, Jia Daquan was surprised, and followed him to the door to take a look, but his heart trembled violently.

Outside the door were the guards who had helped the Jia family a lot!

Not only with the guards, but also followed by more than a dozen officials of the Han Army's Blue Banner and the Yamen, as well as officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War.

Two guards in yellow coats also held a plaque with four big characters on it - "Loyal and Brave".

Looking at Lao Cui and Lao Zheng of the Dutong Yamen, they are also holding a white banner with a line of big characters on it - "Uneng Yibaturu".

There were dozens of soldiers behind the officials, and a few people in front of them carried white lanterns in their hands, and even the words were pasted on them - "Jiafu funeral".

"Uncle, Dongge Virtuous Brother He, he, he sacrificed his life for the country, and the emperor specially sent me... This is the braids of the virtuous brother of the East Pavilion,"

Before He Shen, who had tears in his eyes, finished speaking, he saw that Jia Da's whole body was weak, and the whole person fell backwards, and he passed out on the spot.

He Shen was shocked: "Quick, save people!" ”

Several officials stepped forward to carry Jia Daquan into the house, and two imperial doctors who came over also followed with medicine boxes.

Bringing the imperial doctor over with him is what He Shen means, that is, he is afraid of the situation in front of him.

"By the way."

Looking at the woman who didn't know if it was Jia Dongge's sister or sister, He Shen felt extremely uncomfortable, and gently handed the braid in his hand forward.

As a result, this woman also had a dark eye and fainted.

There was another rush of scramble.

The second daughter of the Jia family, Jia Lan, sat on the ground, bursting into tears, crying, looking at the posture, this Jia Liuyi will be a person without a master.

The people from the Yamen of the Metropolitan Government asked, "What should I do with my lordship?" ”

He Shen sighed and ordered everyone to hang the emperor's edict "Loyal and Brave Peerless" on the main hall first, and then worship Jia Dongge's braids, and immediately deploy the mourning hall.

"The emperor told Jia Dongge's funeral to be handled well, and there must be no carelessness."

"Huh!"

The officials hurriedly began to arrange, and some went to inform the relatives of the Jia family.

A painter came over to ask what to do with Jia Dongge's portrait, because the emperor decreed that the portrait of Jia Dongge, the vanguard of the Han army, should be displayed in Ziguang Pavilion, so the palace specially sent two painters over.

It's just that they haven't seen Jia Dongge's real person, and they don't know how to draw this portrait of a hero.

He Shen also had a headache, and thought about asking the two painters to take a look at Jia Dongge's father's appearance first, and then paint one based on his own impression.

This can only be done, and the two painters secretly went to admire the appearance of the hero and his father.

The reason why it is necessary to be quiet, of course, is because this kind of thing cannot be made quiet.

Soon, the sixth son of the Jia family died on the front line of Jinchuan, and the emperor chased Baturu and sent the imperial guards to the funeral throughout Xiliu Hutong.

It was really crowded, and the eight flags were fluttering.

As the gongs and drums sounded, the Jia family was shrouded in a white haze from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside.

"Brother, it's all your fault, now it's okay, grandpa's house is really ours."

Erbao is angry, he doesn't play with Dabao anymore, he misses his uncle.