As the director of the Jingling Management Committee, Jia Liu must invite his old subordinates to take a look.

Anyway, I don't need a ticket.

Early the next morning, Director Jia arranged, considering that he was not very familiar with Jingling, the last two times were one of the nature of watching the lanterns, and the other was of a purposeful nature, and he didn't know much about the whole picture of the ground buildings of Jingling, so he specially called the wing chief Delwang and asked him to arrange a tour guide.

But can anyone visit the Qing Emperor's Mausoleum?

The person in charge of the adult is not a casual person.

Delwang hurriedly found a pen post type Abao and asked him to be a tour guide for the old subordinates of the head manager.

Abao ran forward and backwards, very enthusiastic, and able to speak very well.

Jia Liu saw it in his eyes, thinking that when he lived in the Qianqing Palace, the Eastern and Western Emperor's Mausoleums would be fully opened, and this Abao could be his successor, responsible for collecting money and taking people to visit.

The opening of the imperial mausoleum is also a means to revitalize the economy, and it will be promoted to all parts of the country in the future, but all the places with good scenery will be encircled to collect money, so that not only the local finance can generate revenue, but also drive the local economy and increase the income of the people.

"When Emperor Sejongxian chose the name of the mausoleum for Emperor Shengzuren, he was overwhelmed with grief, stabbed his fingers with blood, and circled the word Jingling..."

Abao spoke in detail here, and the audience was also fascinated by it, the only black man was not interested in listening, just looking around, and he didn't look like a flag man, if it weren't for the old subordinates of the head manager, Abao would have a fixed face.

The black man had beaten Lin Shuangwen from Fujian, and when he heard that Lord Jia arranged for them to visit the Kangxi Emperor's Mausoleum, Lin Shuangwen was very reluctant to resist.

Because the Kangxi Dynasty banned the sea, it killed many people along the coast of Fujian.

The genealogy of the Lin family records that several ancestors were killed by the Qing army for secretly going out to sea to fish.

The Qing army didn't count killing people, but also cut off the heads and inserted them on the wood of the sea forbidden line, so as not to let the family members restrain themselves.

But this matter was arranged by Lord Jia, who could fund their trouble, and Lin Shuangwen was not easy to distract from Lord Jia's mind, so he followed behind everyone and took a casual look.

The clearer the Tartar official spoke, the more Lin Shuangwen wanted to dig up this Kangxi tomb and cut off the head of the Tartar Emperor and bring it back to Fujian to pay tribute to the dead ancestors.

Yuanyuan was pregnant, and Jia Liu originally let her rest in the house and didn't let her come with her.

But Yuanyuan was also seeing the imperial mausoleum for the first time, so she was inevitably curious, so she had to follow and see.

He also said that he beat his sister to avoid the capture and killing of the Qing army, crossed the mountains and mountains, and did not suffer any hardships from starvation, so he didn't need to treat her as a pampered Manchu Gege.

Jia Liu had no choice but to take her, for fear that a flash would hurt his son, so he kept holding on carefully, and kicked away a small pebble on the ground in advance.

For the convenience of Yuanyuan's residence in the imperial mausoleum, Jia Liu had already instructed Liu Xinping to go nearby and invite two nimble mothers to come over to serve, and he thought that the food cooked by his mother was afraid that it would be unpalatable, and he planned to return to Beijing to invite a few more chefs over.

The transformation of the chief manager's yamen also has to be officially put on the agenda, it doesn't matter if he lives by himself before, but now Yuanyuan also lives here, this chaotic environment is really not suitable for pregnant women to do confinement, so he made up his mind to go back to Beijing to find Heshen, and he had to ask Heshen to allocate a hundred and eighty thousand yuan to repair his house.

However, although Yuanyuan said that she was strong and not afraid of being affected by crime, she still couldn't walk before she reached the top of the Ming Tower.

With a stomach and unable to carry it, Jia Liu had no choice but to let two personal soldiers accompany Yuanyuan to rest here, and continue to walk towards Baoding with others.

Baoding is Kangxi's grave.

Below is the underground palace.

Theoretically, as long as there are enough manpower, Kangxi's grave can be picked up without explosives.

When they arrived at the top of the treasure, everyone was condescending, and even Yang Yuchun, who hated Kangxi to the core, was also attracted by the scenery of this imperial mausoleum.

Jia Liu asked Ah Bao to go back to the chief manager Yamen to get the sedan chair left by the previous chief manager, and turned around to carry Yuanyuan back directly.

After Abao left, Jia Liuxiao asked everyone how it was here.

"Not bad, not bad."

Liu De nodded, with his cultural level, it was just these two words.

"The feng shui in this place is so good, it's a pity to bury the tartars, if you bury it..."

Yang Yuchun looked regretful.

"Bury what?"

Yang Zhi asked Xiao Chunzi with a smile, but his eyes looked at the young master with a sneaky look.

"Buried, of course,"

As soon as Yang Yuchun spoke, he was glared at by Master Jia, and he forcibly held back what he buried.

Jia Liu was worried that Xiao Chunzi had been with Saozhu for a long time and would be contaminated with the other party's bad habits, so he opened his mouth to bury him Jia Da.

motioned to Liu Heyi, who was also a child of Hutong, to go to the side with him.

Get straight to the point: "Do you know the master of that business?" ”

Liu He was puzzled: "Which line?" ”

"It's fake."

"Fake?"

Liu He and Yi Zhang's second monk were at a loss, what kind of fake was made.

Jia Liu changed his words and asked Liu Heyi if there was a place for upside-down antiques in Beijing.

There are those who specialize in selling antiques, and there must be counterfeiters.

Liu Heyi thought about it and said that there is really such a place in Beijing, it is in the Chenghuangmiao Market in the outer city, saying that there are not only the tripods of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the mirrors of the Qin and Han dynasties, and the calligraphy and paintings of the Tang and Song dynasties, but also countless treasures.

Of course, how much real and how many fake things are sold depends on luck.

"What do you want to do with this?"

Liu Heyi looked at Jia Liu with some suspicion, and suddenly a spirit shivered, and pointed to the soles of his feet, looking incredulous.

"Hmm."

Jia Liu patted Liu Heyi's shoulder, "Starve to death the timid, support the bold, you said that I am guarding a golden mountain but I want to be called a flower child, am I going to be struck by lightning?" ”

Liu Heyi said "um" for a long time.

"Then you're going to do this?"

Jia Liu struck while the iron was hot, Liu Heyi, a kid with a working head, gave him the task of organizing the Jingling Aftermath Committee, and most of them could be done.

Liu Heyi thought about it, looked at the Ming Tower in the distance for a while, looked at the underground palace under his feet for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I can do it, but you have to get the list." ”

Jia Liu hurriedly said that he would find a way to do this.

"That's it,"

Liu Heyi glanced around and lowered his voice: "But I have to transfer some people from Sichuan." ”

It was Jia Liu's turn to be puzzled: "Why?" ”

Liu Heyi couldn't cry or laugh: "How can you do this kind of thing in Beijing?" We have to tie up the people we need to Sichuan, otherwise something will definitely happen. ”

Jia Liu suddenly realized, and immediately made a decision to transfer the kidnappers from Sichuan.

"I knew you were doing things to reassure."

Jia Liu gave a high evaluation.

"This kind of thing can't be rushed, you have to take it slowly, don't think about getting everything all at once, you have to go a long way..."

Liu Heyi put forward a more professional opinion, if you really want to do it, don't use a sack, because the market is limited, if you do a lot of it at one time, the market will have to fall.

Of course, Jia Liu understands this truth.

Liu Heyi thought about it for a while, and suddenly asked: "Jingling is done, do you want to do it in Xiaoling?" ”

"Don't do it, it's too risky."

Jia Liu thought to himself that Jingling was still using water seepage to get it from the beginning, and Xiaoling was not under his control, so what could he do.

Liu He Yi saw that Devil Ziliu had no idea of engaging in filial piety, and couldn't help but be disappointed.

Jia Liu comforted the other party: "Money, earn it slowly, with my share, can you be missing?" ”

Liu Heyi shook his head: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to see if Master Shunzhi is a monk." ”

This is really archaeology.

------Off topic------

In the past few days, I have to go to the province to participate in the meeting of the writers' association, and the two changes will be updated, and the three changes will not be equal.

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