In the two lives, Jia Liu set foot in Shanxi for the first time.

In my previous life, my impression of this place must have been coal.

There are also coal kilns in Shanxi, but they are certainly not as large as the industrialized coal consumption, and the coal dug out is probably for urban residents to use for fires, so the overall ecology is still green mountains and clear waters, and the vegetation is lush.

Jia Liu doesn't have this kind of mentality, he just thinks about whether there is a treasure in the old lady's grave.

If there is, of course, he has to be cheapened as his eldest great-grandson.

The right is to pay for the moving expenses of the great-grandson.

My brother is still settling accounts.

However, the old lady was honest during his lifetime, and he went out to fund education everywhere, and devoted himself to cultivating talents for the Qing Dynasty, and he did not leave much inheritance to his children and grandchildren after his death, and there were no valuable things in the tomb.

In that case, it can only be regarded as compulsory labor.

Relatives, Jia Liu will have nothing to complain about.

When he arrived at Quwo County, he saw that there were cars and horses in front of him, there were many people coming and going in this place, and he knew a lot of various news, so Jia Liu went over and asked.

"Fellow!"

This affectionate title perfectly represents Jia Liu's heart for the people of Taiye's hometown, although he is now an authentic Manchurian.

is not surnamed Jia, but surnamed Jia Jia.

But in any case, his Manchurian skin is still wrapped in a pure Han heart.

"This master?"

A group of men who were setting up a car in front of the carriage shop stopped what they were doing and looked at Jia Liu, who was dressed in civilian clothes.

Although Jia Liu did not wear an official uniform, his high-headed horse and oily temperament still betrayed his identity deeply.

is not an official, or the second generation of officials.

Anyway, it's not these hard-working people who can offend.

"Fellow, inquire about something, do you know where Jia Taibao's hometown is?"

Jia Liu's face was full of smiles, and the emotions he showed were quite simple, trying not to let his fellow villagers have any bad opinion of him, a Manchurian Zhenghongqi Beijinger.

"Jia Taibao? Which Jia Taipo? ”

The two guys in the car looked dazed, most of them were not locals, or they didn't know much about the older generation.

The older one thought of something, and asked: "Isn't this master talking about Jia Taibao, who was struck by lightning a while ago?" ”

"Yes, yes, it's his house."

Jia Liu couldn't help but nod.

The grave was struck by lightning and the person was struck by lightning while he was alive, so there is no need to deliberately correct the error.

"It's not far, take this road to the west, and you will be there after walking about thirty miles."

The guide didn't think much about it, since Jia Taibao's grave was struck by lightning, people often went to Jia's house to see the excitement during this time.

In the first few days, Jia Taibao's grave was full of people, and people in the county came to see the strangeness.

Because this thing is really rare, I am afraid that it will only happen once in hundreds of years.

The nearby fortune tellers all said that Jia Taibao's grave was struck by lightning, and it must have been something wrong with his children and grandchildren outside, and God punished him.

There are all kinds of theories, and it is lively.

"Thank you!"

After thanking them, Jia Liu hurriedly took the bolt and they went west.

Along the way, most of the thatched houses where the people lived, it was rare to see brick houses, and there were not many bad houses, which showed that the local economy was very backward.

I can't help but wonder if I have a successful career in the future, whether I will follow Zhu Yuanzhang and make Quwo a special zone, so that the villagers can touch the glory of the Jia family.

In the former Ming generation, the people of Fengyang, the central capital, really trusted the great light of the old Zhu family and enjoyed a number of tax-free privileges.

After the establishment of the Qing court, out of political needs, a large number of former Ming elders Zhu family were discredited, and even the lyrics of the Fengyang Flower Drum Opera were tampered with.

The uninformed future generations still think that Fengyang, a special zone of the Ming generation, was harmed by the old Zhu family.

"When you go to Zhuangzi, you have to have a smiling face, be polite, and greet people, and you can't let the old family say that there is no one in the eyes of our Beijingers, you know?"

It's rare to go back to his hometown, Jia Liu definitely can't come back empty-handed, and he packs a carriage with a large bag and a small package, which is somewhat of a heart.

Daquan also told his son that if any of the clansmen had any difficulties, he would give them some money to help them.

Jia Liu understands these principles of life better than Daquan.

Probably arrived at the place, looked around, and found that there were a few children touching fish and shrimp in the roadside canal, Jia Liu immediately turned over and dismounted with a smile, and asked Yang Zhi to take a bag of osmanthus cake brought by Jingli to ask where Jia's family was.

Yang Zhi carried the osmanthus cake over, stood by the ditch and shouted: "Child, where is Jiajiazhuang, do you know it!" Just tell me, this one, and I'll give it to you. ”

After listening to the bolt's question, Jia Liu subconsciously took off the white gloves in his hand and shook them, and looked into the distance, if a good tree suddenly fell, he had to run quickly.

The child was wary of the stranger who suddenly appeared, and stood in the ditch without saying a word, not in the slightest impressed by the osmanthus cake in the hand of the bolt.

"Hey, do you guys know? This is delicious. ”

The bolt squatted down, opened the box, and presented the neat pieces of osmanthus cake in front of the children.

Seeing that there were many people on the road, the leading child couldn't help but be a little scared, shook his head and said, "There is no Jiajiazhuang here, only Sima Zhuang." ”

"Sima Zhuang?"

The bolt pillar put the osmanthus cake by the canal, and went back to report to the young master, maybe they haven't arrived yet, so these children don't know.

Jia Liu also felt that this was the case, so he wanted to lead people to continue walking westward, when the leading child who was sharing osmanthus cakes with his companions suddenly stopped them: "Are you here to see the tomb of Jia's family that was struck by lightning?" ”

Without waiting for the bolt pillar to speak, Jia Liu preemptively said: "Yes, we are here to see Jia's grave." ”

"There,"

The leading child pointed to a village not far away, "They don't call it Jiajiazhuang, they call it Sima Zhuang." ”

Sima Zhuang?

Jia Liu was confused, how could the place where the Jia family lived be called Sima Zhuang.

With puzzlement, he led everyone to lead the horse to Sima Zhuang, and saw from a distance that there seemed to be a big tomb at the south end of the village.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw an old man sitting on the ground braiding hemp rope.

Yang Zhi stepped forward and asked, "Fellow, is there anyone surnamed Jia here?" ”

"Who are you?"

The old man looked up curiously at the fresh faces.

Yang Zhi hurriedly said: "We are here to fight in Beijing. ”

"From Kyori?"

The old man was a little excited, and he got up uncertainly and looked at the bolt pillar, "You guys are from the long house?" ”

"Yes, we are from the long house, this is my young master, we are back for the ancestral grave..."

Yang Zhi hurriedly introduced the young master to the old man.

"Old man, you are also from the Jia family? Don't know what to call it? ”

Jia Liu stepped forward with a smile on his face, thinking that this old man might be Daquan's ordinary brother.

Daquan said that the old lady Jia Hanfu has several brothers who stayed in his hometown, and after a hundred years, there must be many relatives.

I didn't think that the old man was excited, so he knelt down for Jia Liu: "Grandson Youzhen kowtowed to the third grandfather!" ”

While speaking, he really knocked Jia Liu, and before Jia Liu could react, the old man got up and stumbled towards the village.

"Everyone come out quickly, someone is coming from Beijing, someone is coming from Beijing!"

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Tomorrow I will go home from training.

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