"Rock Candy~Hu~Lu~"

"Big and sweet rock candy ~gourd~reed~"

"Camellia oleifera ~ twist ~ hot camellia twist ~"

"Meat Sandwich Bun~"

"Guanzhong Meat Sandwich Bun ~ Royal Cat Eats It and Says Good Meat Sandwich Bun ~"

"Hey, get me a meat bun!"

The army eats a lot of food, but the taste is definitely not good.

Jia Cong has been on Wadao for more than a year, and his life is so frightened.

As soon as he returned to Beijing, the special snacks from all over the world immediately aroused the cravings in his stomach.

Sticking out of the window of the carriage, he grinned at the little vendor who sold meat buns, and threw a silver bean with his hand.

The stall owner was smashed on the head, covered his head and was about to scold back, but he was stunned directly in his eyes.

Why is this black guy so familiar?

"Hey, this is Mistress Michako?"

If it weren't for his sharp eyes, he would almost think that this black guy was from a foreign land.

"Hou Ye just came back from Wadao? Why is it hacked like this? You haven't been in Beijing for more than a year, and the villain still misses your ......"

Of course I want to.,Mistress Royal Cat isn't here.,There's too much excitement in Kyori.。

I thought that the royal cat would be able to have some fun every three or five days, and the people in Beijing did not eat melons and watch the show after dinner.

The vendor smiled, took the silver beans that fell on the stall in his arms, chopped the meat with a quick knife, picked the largest bun and put the meat inside.

is not idle on the lips, and seems to be very familiar with Jia Cong: "Master Hou, try it, the villain specially went to Xi'an Mansion to learn the craft." ”

A native of the official dialect of the capital represents that this person is the Gyeonggi people.

But being able to go to Guan Middle School specifically means that this meat bun is really profitable, and it also marks that the people are living a really good life now, and they have extra money to spend outside.

Jia Cong took a bite, not to mention, it tasted very good.

Liu Ke, who was also in the car, smelled the fragrance, and showed half of his face very dissatisfied: "What? This king is not worthy to taste your meat sandwich buns? ”

"Ouch, the prince is also there? The weird villain didn't pay attention, so this will make you the biggest and best! ”

Which of the common people in Beijing like the most, it is definitely the duo of gentlemen, Xiong Daxiong Er...... Liu Ke, the king of Zhongshun, and the pardon lord of Rongguo Mansion.

These two can play and spend money, but they are generous.

The wheels turned again, and the vendor held a shiny golden bean in his hand.

Sure enough, the loyal prince is a trench!

"What are you buying so many snacks for?"

Liu Ke didn't understand Jia Cong's behavior of throwing silver, after entering the city from Yongding Gate, Jia Cong was spending money all the way, and he just bought some ordinary gadgets and snacks.

He obviously can't eat anymore......

"I'm looking at the prices of the country, and I'm calculating and analyzing them accordingly to see how the people are doing."

With the temporary stagnation of foreign expansion, the economic boom that had flourished due to the war will enter a bottleneck, and it is easy for unsalable products to occur, which will eventually lead to an economic crisis.

This is fatal to the commercial development of the Celestial Empire, which has just started, but Jia Cong is a half-in economics.

The silver on Wajima continued to flow to the Central Plains, and the rise in prices was doomed.

However, it seems that the "economists" in the imperial court are still sober and have not been blinded by short-term interests.

Compared with before he left Beijing, the rice, flour, grain and meat related to the stomachs of the common people have increased slightly.

That's enough.

As long as the people are not hungry, everything is easy to say.

Jia Cong briefly explained his worries to Liu Ke, and the thirteenth man listened with question marks in his head.

What economic crisis, what inflation, I don't understand, I don't understand at all.

He picked up a string of sugar gourds and took a bite, and said nonchalantly: "You can ask Lingna's father-in-law Lao Tzu about this, now he is in charge ...... things."

"Oh? Didn't Wen Shangshu return to Beijing? Why is my father-in-law still in charge of the affairs of the household department? ”

After Wen Lian returned to Beijing, the financial power would naturally be returned to his hands.

It is said that although the level of the finance minister is not as good as that of the cabinet assistants, like the secretary of the ministry, the household department also has a very high degree of autonomy, and in many cases, the cabinet cannot forcibly overstep the management.

saw Liu Ke pouting, lowered his voice and whispered in Jia Cong's ear: "This matter has to start a few months ago, doesn't the imperial court plan to build an official silver account, create new money, and issue banknotes?" This is a stab in the hornet's nest......"

Before entering the palace gate, Jia Cong finally figured out the biggest thing in the court today.

In order to take back the right to issue paper money from the people, the imperial court planned to establish a government-run silver account to unify the issuance and circulation of currency throughout the country.

This directly touched the interests of the entire Daxia folk silver number money village, and the voice of opposition was even louder than the original reform of the imperial examination system.

It is said that the land of Jiangnan, Shuzhong, and Sanjin ...... Where commerce flourishes, there is turmoil.

For this reason, the cabinet had to take action again, sending several elites headed by Shangshu Wenlian of the Ministry of Households, and transferring several elites from the six ministries and five temples, and the inspection team composed of the Criminal Department, the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and the Dali Temple, went to Shanxi first, and now should be on the way to Shudi.

Xu Jin, the new left attendant of the Ministry of Rites, killed the heads of people in Shanxi, and confirmed the title of "Confucian Demon Killing God".

There is not once a thing that has anything to do with silver that does not shed blood.

Jia Cong can also see that as long as it is about interests, especially in this profiteering industry, there is never a shortage of darers.

Along the way, Jia Cong's mind was basically on the issue of banknotes, and he didn't pay attention to Liu Ke, who had become solemn, and the rather solemn atmosphere in the palace.

Until he stood in front of the gate of the Imperial Palace, the tip of his nose twitched slightly.

It is the taste of decoction......

"The saint is sick?"

"Alas, father...... I'm old! ”

How could such a big thing be hidden from Liu Ke?

And the emperor didn't plan to hide from this brother, so he let him secretly take charge of the three guards in secret, for fear that the mountains would collapse and there would be chaos in Beijing.

The white-haired Dai Quan was still dutifully guarding the hall, and when he heard that Liu Ke and Jia Cong came together, they hurriedly greeted him.

"Thirteen masters, Hou masters, ......"

"Dai Daiban ......"

"Dai Gong ......"

The three of them saluted each other, and the old thirteen who had jumped out in the past now became calm, Dai Quan naturally knew why, and the sadness on his face couldn't be hidden at all.

"How is my father today?"

"When the sage heard that Hou Ye had returned to Beijing, his spirits improved a lot. No, I sent an old slave to wait in the front hall......"

The old man now lives in the apse, and the front hall, which was lively in the past, is obviously much bleaker.

The three of them walked briskly into the hall, through the corridors and into the smaller but warmer apse.

He was greeted by the emperor who had lost a lot of weight, and the old man who was half-lying on a soft pillow.

"The son visits his father and the emperor, and the emperor ......"

"Chen Jia Cong meets the saint and meets His Majesty ......"

"Okay, there are no outsiders, it's not very interesting to worship and worship."

The emperor's spirit was not good, and he raised his hand casually.

The old man glanced at the old thirteen: "I heard that you plan to go out of the city again?" Hong'er's busy feet don't touch the ground, so you don't know how to help him. ”

His cub knows in his heart that the old thirteen is a bastard on the surface, but in fact he is also a talented person.

Not to mention anything else, Lao Thirteen is very good at judging cases, and he can often find out the truth of the case in subtleties.

At this time, Liu Ke's face did not have the solemn sadness when he was outside the hall, but as before, his eyes turned quickly, scratching his ears and cheeks.

"Dad, isn't my son thinking about going to Xishan to hunt a few wild animals and give you a try."

This is the truth, he really went out of the city to go hunting in the West Mountain, and it is best to hunt some good things and give the old man a fresh taste.

Hearing this explanation, although the old man did not show joy, he also smiled and pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Okay, sit down with peace of mind." You and I can't eat meat now, just accompany me with some porridge and rice later. ”

After the father and son finished speaking, the old man turned his gaze to Jia Cong, who had been stunned.

He looked up and down, and saw that he was dark and thin, and there was a sad look on his face that could not be concealed, obviously knowing his current physical condition.

"It seems that your kid has suffered a lot in Wajima, and the big mouthfuls of meat and big bowls of wine mentioned in the letters are all coaxing people."

Reporting good news but not bad news, the old tradition of the Jia family.

Where will you drink when you march and fight?

Seeing the old man beckoning to him, Jia Cong knelt in front of the bed, squeezing out a smile with red eyes: "Then you are wrong, the kid has not suffered at all, and he has fun in Wadao." In the past two years, I have dominated the situation there, and I can't even distinguish between east and west, north and south. Today's Wajima, every household is dedicated to you and Your Majesty's shrine, get up early to incense, report before going to bed, and be respectful. ”

Emperor Zhaowu, the Emperor of Great Xia, Rong Ma has been a lifelong player, and his favorite thing to hear is what happens on the battlefield.

Jia Cong condensed and adapted the battle of the Japanese and told the old man for a long time according to the model of storytelling.

In the story, he is the clever "Zhuge Wuhou", the second Liu Yi and Wang Ziteng are his forward generals, it seems that he only waved a feather fan, and the Japanese people will lose their armor and flee thousands of miles.

The old man listened happily, and his spirit was obviously much better.

This talk was more than an hour, and after the lunch was sent into the hall, Jia Cong still didn't stop, snoring and snoring porridge and vegetables, while bragging about the cow.

It wasn't until after lunch that the old man drank the medicine and became sleepy, that the emperor took the two back to the front hall.

"I hope my father can last a few more days, the second brother should have received the letter."

If it was the early years of Yuan You, the emperor wished that the old man would die early.

But after going through so many things, the stubborn fourth finally reacted, and the old man never thought about abolishing the emperor and setting up another one.

If there is everything, in addition to the old man's investigation of him, it is more to sharpen him.

An emperor who has not experienced the education of an orthodox emperor has grown into a virtuous king of the inner saint and the outer king in one crisis after another.

If he can choose, the emperor hopes that the old man can live a long life, and continue to guide him when his mind is not clear.

Jia Cong's return to Beijing was a whim proposal by Wang Ziteng, just to avoid the embarrassing situation of being unsealed.

By mistake, Jia Cong only felt that returning to Beijing early was the best decision he had made.

"Your Majesty, the imperial doctor can't help it, it's better to post a reward notice and look for a miracle doctor among the people."

How to treat others, Jia Cong didn't want to pay attention.

But the old sage took care of the Jia family and his Jia Cong as much as his own grandson.

No, except for the crown prince Liu Hong, his own grandsons are not favored by Jia Cong.

Jia Cong is not a wolf, the old man treats him as his own grandson, and he doesn't want the old man to go like this at all.

Seventy years old, an ancient old man, even if he died, he could be regarded as the longest-lived emperor in the past dynasties.

But at the age of seventy, in Jia Cong's view, it is just the time to retire and enjoy the joy of children and grandchildren.

As he spoke, Jia Cong's voice became choked.

Alas......

The lamentation in the hall shattered the last hope in Jia Cong's heart.

"I have secretly found those who have the title of divine doctor, and as the imperial doctor said, my father is not sick, but old."

If you are sick, you still have a chance to be cured, but when you are old, what can you do to prolong your life?

The emperor put his thin hand on Jia Cong's shoulder and patted it gently: "You have a heart, since you are back, go and rest for two days first." Recently, I have been going to Longshou Palace for a long time, and my father likes you young men to be noisy and noisy around me. ”

There were no superfluous words, and the emperor did not even say that he had returned to Beijing without an edict.

Just let someone send a box and let him take it out of the palace.

……

When Jia Cong entered the palace, the guards had already returned to the Rongguo Mansion first.

Originally, Wang Xifeng planned to make a welcoming ceremony as usual, after all, he was going out to fight and come back triumphantly.

However, this time, the old lady, who has always liked to be lively, unusually stopped Wang Xifeng, and only put a brazier at the gate, so that Jia Cong collapsed and went to get angry.

"You should already know about the old sage......"

Jia Cong kowtowed to the old lady, and after getting up, he heard the old lady advise: "Although the royal family has not made this matter public, people who have a heart have more or less heard some news." This time, you returned to Beijing in triumph, and you can't do a lot of things at home, you have been wronged. ”

"What kind of grievance is this? The grandson wants to be quiet. ”

Rongxi Hall was exceptionally quiet, except for Mrs. Xing and Wang Xifeng, Jia Cong didn't even see Xiangyun and Xichun.

"Yun Yatou is pregnant, and unfortunately the girl has temporarily returned to Ningguo Mansion. Yu'er is still in the Yamen, and I have already sent someone to call her. ”

The old lady didn't say pardon the eldest master, it's not that she didn't want to call someone, but the eldest son's whereabouts have been uncertain these days, and he seems to be busy with something.

Jia Cong nodded, with a look of fatigue in his eyes, and sighed: "Alas, Your Majesty also told me today that I should rest for two days and go to Longshou Palace more." This time, I returned to Beijing without an edict, and most of the military exploits of the conquest would be canceled out, just to stop for a while. Our family is not going to hold any banquets recently, I'm afraid the old man won't last long. ”

Wang Xifeng was shocked, and Mrs. Xing's face also showed shock.

Only the old lady knew in her heart, except for a little surprise, there was not much change.

She is Jia Daishan's wife, and no one knows better than her what the old sage represents to Rongguo Mansion.

If the Rongguo Mansion still held any banquet when the old saint was seriously ill, it would be simply disloyal and unjust.

"You don't have to worry about family affairs, with my wife here, I won't make jokes. Since Your Majesty has ordered you to come down, you should rest for two days, and go to the palace every day to accompany the saint. After all, that's your grandfather's own brother! ”

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

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