It is true that there is a vast land overseas, but Xiyi has taken a step ahead, and there are actually very few options left for the Celestial Empire.

It is the land directly under the jurisdiction of the imperial court agreed by the center, such as the Wa Kingdom, Manraka and other places, all relying on the advantages of the suzerainty since ancient times, in order to have a little advantage in this world of great contention.

"There is a place in the southernmost part of Africa called the Cape of Good Hope, and you should know this place. Whoever can take here, Ben Hou Bao will promote him to be a duke! ”

As long as you can help the court knock down the Cape of Good Hope, what is it to be crowned a prince.

Let these businessmen fight Xiyi to the death first, and when the imperial court frees up its hands, it will be a virtual seal and real control, send a large army to settle in, and appoint a feudal prime minister.

As for whether these businessmen are willing to hand over the places that have been brought down with great difficulty, I am afraid that no businessman can refuse the huge temptation to cross classes, even if it is the loss of a huge amount of manpower and material resources.

You must know that when the country was founded, the Xue family supported the grandfather by hollowing out the family property, so he was named Ziwei Sheren and became the largest imperial merchant family in the country.

Who can refuse, O duke?

Sure enough, after Jia Cong threw out the huge temptation of sealing the Duke of Guogong, the Beijing business owners present even gasped for breath.

Although they are all from big families, they are all just side veins, acting as the white gloves of the main vein.

The knighthood is probably the biggest dream of their lives.

Several people glanced at each other, and all of them were bright.

"Master Hou, is this serious?"

As soon as Cao Desheng spoke, the rest of the people immediately followed.

"Master Hou, you won't lie to me about this, right?"

"That's a good feeling, my family's fleet has also been to this place, in addition to being far away from home, the land is really fertile and full of gold!"

Some people only saw the gold and silver of the Cape of Good Hope, and only saw the dukedom promised by Jia Cong, but Cao Desheng, the old fox, guessed the pit buried in Jia Cong's words.

However, he was still very politically wise, and did not ask questions on the spot, but glanced at Jia Cong with great meaning, and nodded with his eyebrows lowered.

When Jia Cong was full of wine and food and ready to leave, Cao Desheng asked in a low voice when he sent Jia Cong to the carriage.

"Master Hou, the old man is willing to give up his family and business to help the court win the Cape of Good Hope, the prince doesn't dare to ask for it, just the viscount and baron!"

……

The envoys of the Western countries were about to be driven crazy by the Celestial Empire, and Wen Lian and Xu Jin teamed up to spread a large bag under the snow mountain, and directly wrapped the allied forces of the Western countries into dumplings.

The nobles who were captured alive alone numbered in the thousands.

They didn't dare to let the Celestial Empire throw these nobles into the river to feed the fish, these days they are in a hurry to raise silver everywhere, and on the other hand, they are wary of each other, grinding their teeth and negotiating with the people of the Ministry of Rites.

Jia Cong soon received news from the Ministry of Rites, and after the news of the signing of the "Treaty of Xiayingjing" between England and the Celestial Empire spread, the envoys of the Kingdom of Portugal were both angry and helpless, and finally agreed to the Celestial Empire's request.

Of course, there is always a discount for the first option to sign a contract with the Celestial Empire.

The Kingdom of Portugal not only had to redeem the captured soldiers with 22 million taels of silver, but also had to cede some of the Portuguese colonies in Tianzhu, such as the cities of Cochin and Goa, and the surrounding land within a radius of 300 li.

The prince of the prison country immediately went to the Ji Wangfu in person, and soon after the secret conversation with the old prince, a large number of people from the Ji Wangfu left Beijing.

Great Xia's first overseas fiefdom should soon be made public.

Jia Cong is waiting now, and the Netherlands should be about to be beaten down by England.

At that time, the Dutch colony in Borneo could be pocketed by the imperial court, and the colonization of Australia should be on the agenda.

The capital in August has gradually become cooler, and the festive atmosphere in the capital is more prosperous than in previous years.

Although Jia Lian, Jia Rong, and Jia Qiang were not at home, Ning Rong and the two mansions still started preparations early.

This year's Jia family has held several happy events in a row, and not long ago Jia Lian came with good news, which is simply a happy event.

The old lady felt that she should sing a three-day drama during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she should have Lego music.

Therefore, Jia Cong personally went to the Zhongshun Palace, and borrowed the troupe from the old thirteen.

After obtaining the consent of Yuanchun, the stage was set up in the garden that would only be opened when Yuanchun was provincial, and the in-laws and friends who came to visit at that time could also take the opportunity to visit this royal garden.

In the early morning of the eighth day of the eighth month of August, Jia Cong and Daiyu came to greet the old lady as usual.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard Baoyu talking to the old lady, as if it was some kind of poetry meeting.

Jia Cong asked, "Second Brother Bao is going to participate in the poetry meeting?" ”

"I'm not going to participate, I want to hold a poetry party in the garden......"

Oh? What a rarity!

But it's not uncommon, after all, Baoyu's poetry is well-known in the capital.

On weekdays, those literati often invite Baoyu to participate in the poetry meeting.

That is, some time ago, it was rumored that he "coveted" his nephew and daughter-in-law, forcing Baoyu not to dare to go out to socialize.

"When the time comes, you will come, I have told people that there will be your new work at the poetry meeting. Otherwise, I would have been able to invite so many people. ”

Baoyu squeezed his eyes at Jia Cong, this poetry meeting was not so much initiated by him, but borrowed Jia Cong's name.

To tell the truth, he didn't want to do such things, but he suddenly discovered something terrible.

Public opinion seems to have always been in the hands of Shilin.

If you want to sway public opinion, you must have a group of mouthpieces who always stand on the same line with the Jia family.

Taking advantage of Jia Cong's previous arithmetic competition, Baoyu plans to select enough talents in Shilin to pull into his core social circle, and it is best to pull into his camp and work in the newspaper.

Since those big families can raise soldiers, why can't the Jia family?

Baoyu told her plan completely, whether it was the old lady, Jia Cong and Daiyu, they were all dumbfounded.

"Good grandson, you've finally grown up!"

The old lady almost cried passionately, God knows how many years she had been looking forward to Baoyu's maturity.

As far as Baoyu's previous performance is concerned, it can't be said to be bad, if he is allowed to support the lintel of the second room alone, the old lady is afraid that the second room will be eaten and wiped clean, and even the bones and scum will not be left.

Fortunately, with the blessing of the ancestors, Baoyu has opened his mind!

Not to mention the old lady wiping her tears excitedly, Daiyu's eyes widened in a daze.

Or Jia Cong understood that Baoyu had suppressed his natural boredom with such entertainment, and began to plan for the family.

Therefore, he gave Baoyu a thumbs up: "Second Brother Bao is so scheming, if you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have thought of this stubble." Our family really needs someone in Shilin, and we can't always be passive on the defensive. ”

Dirty water is easy to splash, but it is difficult to refute rumors.

Even if there is the end of the old man of the saint to help, there are still people who are secretly spreading rumors about Baoyu and Qin Keqing with relish.

Even if the dragon guards were about to fill the edict, the crowds at the entrance of the vegetable market could not stop this demonic wind.

Baoyu comforted the old lady who was crying with joy and excitement, and then explained to Jia Cong with a wry smile: "I can see it these days, even if our family has Uncle Jing, you, father and me, there are still many people in Shilin who treat our family as an outlier......"

Ning Rongjia's family is the top martial artist of the national dynasty, and the civil and military are naturally opposed.

Even if the Jia family first produced a second-class Jia Jing, and then there was Jia Zheng, who recognized himself as a scholar, with Jia Cong, the leader of the six-yuan, and then Baoyu and the second, they were still discriminated against by Shilin.

Jia Cong doesn't care much about the difference between civil and military, and Baoyu doesn't care either.

But there is one thing they have to admit, history books are all written by literati, not to mention the current public opinion.

If the Jia family wants to be offensive and defensible, they must have a certain right to speak in public opinion.

Don't think about the older generation of literati and ink writers, their inherent concept is that they will not let the Jia family enter their circle.

Since these circles couldn't get in, Baoyu thought that it would be better to build a new circle by herself.

It happened that the imperial court was going to reformulate new imperial examination norms, and the proportion of arithmetic was increased a lot.

The Jia family has Jia Cong, a master of arithmetic, and which of those literati who want to participate in the imperial examination does not want to learn from Jia Cong?

"It's nominally a poetry meeting, and when the time comes, Brother Cong can talk about arithmetic at the poetry meeting......"

As long as Baoyu leaves the rouge pile, his IQ is definitely one of the best among the sons and brothers in the capital.

"I might as well go and ask Sister Bao to come over too, since I want to do it, I will do a special thing!"

Daiyu also put forward her own idea, the Jia family is now a natural alliance with the He family, it is better to bring the He family in.

With He Yaomin, the head of the clear stream, the Jia family can get twice the result with half the effort if they want to build a new circle, and it will be easier.

Baoyu clapped his hands and smiled: "That's the best, the two of you are lecturing, I'm afraid I won't be able to sit in the garden!" ”

……

Since there is going to be a poetry meeting, the post must be posted.

Baoyu personally went to ask for the pardon of the eldest master, borrowed the name of Rong Guogong from his own uncle, and began to invite friends everywhere.

Soon, the grandest event of this year's Mid-Autumn Festival spread in Beijing.

Ning Rongjia's family is going to hold a poetry meeting in the Grand View Garden, which was only opened when the imperial concubine was in the province!

The invited young gentlemen were all proud of the bronzing posts they received, if it weren't for the real-name system of the Jia family's posts, it would definitely not be difficult to buy a thousand eight hundred taels for a post.

The news soon spread throughout Gyeonggi, especially the meeting of Yongfeng Hou Jia Cong and Mr. Lu Wu to talk about arithmetic during the poetry meeting, which directly pushed the poetry meeting held on August 14 to the top of public opinion.

……

"Why didn't you kid send me a post?"

Yes?

Jia Cong stopped petting the cat in a daze, and looked up at the Emperor Taishang who was fishing on the side.

The emperor looked like he was sloppy, slumped in a rocking chair and sipping wine, without lifting his eyelids.

"What? If there is a bustle, you don't shout me, because you are afraid that I will eat your family? ”

When people get old, they are like children a lot of the time.

The old man has been annoyed enough by being so annoyed recently that he wants to go outside and walk around to relax.

Other people's homes are not easy to go, but Rongguo Mansion is the most suitable.

Originally, I heard that the Jia family was going to sing a three-day drama in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they were ready to secretly leave a good child.

didn't want to have more excitement, the Jia family actually wanted to hold a poetry party in the garden......

Syllable!

The more the old man thought about it, the more angry he became, and he raised his hand and patted it on Jia Cong's brain: "I don't have any filial piety at all, and I don't know how to send me a post, I have spoiled you for so many years!" ”

Jia Cong squatted on the ground with his head covered and said with a sad face: "I didn't think that you would be busy meeting the imperial ministers in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and you don't have time." ”

Emperor master, wake up quickly, the old man is going to leave you alone and run away!

It's a pity that Jia Cong's eyes for help can't be seen by the emperor, and even if he sees it, he doesn't dare to talk.

Several bombs were thrown in a row, and the court was about to make a noise.

If he wants to live freely, he has to ask the old man for protection.

God knows how many of the gates of the Dragon Head Palace have blocked for him these days, and he is almost a minister who is close to death.

"Don't look at the fourth child, he doesn't even dare to go out of the gate of the Dragon Head Palace!"

Forced to be like this by the courtiers, what a shame for Lao Tzu!

The old man looks down on the fourth child of his family the most, the kindness of a woman.

With the knife handle in hand, the disobedient ones cut so dozens and hundreds, and if you don't believe it, someone dares to oppose it!

However, he can also understand the fourth child's thoughts, whether he can shed blood or not bleed. Today's Great Xia can't withstand too much tossing, and before the new generation of talents grows up, the dynasty still has to rely on those ministers in the court to take care of the old Liu family.

"Of course it's the blessing of the Jia family that you want to go, where do you need any posts, the entire Great Xia is a saint yours, where can you go?"

Jia Cong hurriedly laughed and said, "But there are a lot of people who will come at that time, and it will be a mess, do you want to arrange it in advance?" ”

But seeing the old man waving his hand, he said irritably: "What are you arranged?" I'm going to retire now, and when the time comes, call your father to pick me up, and don't alarm others. ”

What a retired old man, the portrait of the old saint is not posted in the shrine, Tianyan appears in the garden, and I don't know how much trouble it will cause.

Forget it, the old man is just idle now, so it's better to let him go to the house to be lively.

"Dad, is it really okay for you to leave your son at home?"

The emperor finally opened his mouth with resentment, and sighed helplessly.

He really didn't dare to go out, as long as he left the gate of Longshou Palace, he would be immediately blocked by those stubborn courtiers.

You said that it would be fine if those people had ill intentions, but most of these people who blocked the door and asked him to retract his order to cancel the holy decree of reforming the imperial examination were just a little detoured and conservative, and their original intentions were still good.

He, the emperor, can't kill all these people, right?

What can I do? Hide.

Let the prince stand in the way of his father's fate, and get things done first.

The old man unceremoniously scolded: "You want to go too?" Okay, as long as you can get out of the gate of the Dragon Head Palace, go with you! ”

Jia Cong thought of the person who was sitting in front of the gate of the Dragon Head Palace when he came, and shuddered suddenly.

Alas......

In the end, the emperor let out a long sigh of resentment, and continued to lie back and swing back.

"Hong'er is pitiful, not only do you have to worry about state affairs every day, but you also have to clean up this mess for you......"

Speaking of which, the old man has more resentment than the emperor himself.

Not only does the good grandson have to clean up the mess for the emperor, but isn't he, the father?

"Old goods, old goods......"

The Emperor Taishang shouted a few times, and the busy Dai Quan walked over quickly.

I only heard the old man say: "Have you done it over there in the imperial dining room?" Hurry up and bring food to those people at the door, don't really starve to death, then it will be a shame! ”

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That's all for tonight, continue tomorrow, good night!

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