Chapter 392

Although 150000 people were lost in the war this week, more than 100000 enemies were killed at the same time, which was a draw. Although Zhao Mingliang was defeated, he could save 3 million yuan. Early on, the voice of officials hyped a regiment. Some asked for severe punishment, and some said that they could not hurt the hearts of the soldiers. Although they were defeated, they also fought desperately. If so, who will fight in the future.

The final resolution was that Zhao Mingliang's position as the Grand Marshal of the army and horses was deprived temporarily, and the rest of the generals who participated in the war were demoted by half, and their salaries were fined for three months. If the meritorious generals and soldiers at the Heishui pass had been rewarded, they would no longer be added.

Cheng Jia's ears were buzzing. Thirty million Guan, 150000 people died, but these people in the court were not concerned about the 150000 people who died, but about the thirty million Guan. At the beginning, the Wang family proposed to raise funds by selling tea and salt yins, and most of these tea and salt yins were purchased by merchants behind these senior officials. Now tea and salt yins can't be replaced at all, This affects their fundamental interests.

"I have a proposal." Emperor Xiwen on the Dragon chair is already very impatient. He still wants to go back and continue to play with the two beautiful teenagers. He has been arguing with you here for an hour, and what did he get out of it? Seeing Wang Xiang stand up, he said impatiently, "say!"

"In the past, those merchants like to hoard tea and salt, which is why this situation is caused. As long as the emperor orders, they can only exchange goods with new ones this year, and the old ones must be discounted to receive goods. On the one hand, it can prevent those merchants from hoarding huge profits from the old ones, and on the other hand, it can increase huge profits for the imperial court." Wang Xiang's word for word way.

Cheng Jia was shocked. Before he could get out of the line and speak, he listened to Emperor Xiwen's happy way: "it's so good, just do as you say, retreat!"

"Arbor!" Mei Donghua helped Cheng Jia on the shoulder. When there were fewer people around, he half supported him to the sedan chair outside the palace. At the same time, he said, "you're not in good health. Don't come today. It's a result. You should also be able to imagine that now that Yang Zhao has corrected his name, it's OK."

With a wry smile, Cheng Jia got on the sedan chair with vain steps, thanked Mei Donghua, and called the sedan chair to set out.

Looking at the increasingly noisy streets on both sides, Cheng Jia suddenly felt very weak when he remembered that Wang Xiangna completely destroyed the proposal of those small and medium-sized businessmen in order to ensure the interests of the exchange, and Emperor Xiwen, who only heard that the court could get money, agreed happily. Then he thought about Mingzhe's father, who was still entangled in heishuiguan, followed Mei Donghua, the second prince.

"Go to dingguogongfu." After telling the sedan bearer, Cheng Jia was stunned. He subconsciously wanted to go there, but what could happen after he went? What can you say? Can you say what you said is right, but even so, he is also my king? Is this also Jun?

As soon as he approached the entrance of the alley, the sedan chair stopped. Cheng Jia lifted the curtain with a fan and saw a large group of dusty men in gray riding on tall horses stopped in front of the Dingguo mansion. His heart was cold, and then his feet got out of control. Did someone come to trouble her so soon?

"Brother Meng?!" A big man ran out of the door and shouted with a surprised face.

Cheng Jia stopped and looked at the group of people and the pro guards who came out to go in, laughing at herself. She was afraid that this was the guard who came to reinforce. Yes, she only needed his appeal in the scholars. In fact, she was afraid that she didn't need this. She said very clearly that her country didn't need this kind of pedantry, didn't know worldly affairs, and only knew to talk about scholars.

Her country

Standing at the entrance of the alley, looking at the street in front of the national government restored calm, a guard looked at him for a few times, and then closed the door. The sound of the door bolt falling made Cheng Jia come back to his senses. He felt sad and speechless in his heart, and the smell of blood flowed into his mouth again.

Don't want to see me anymore?

"Childe?" The sedan bearer called softly.

Cheng Jia got into the sedan chair, and after a long time, he made a sound: "let's go."

As soon as he got out of the sedan chair in front of the house, Qin Chen hurried down the stairs and came up to Cheng Jia and said, "young master, Mrs. Wu is coming."

Cheng Jia was stunned for a long time and remembered who Mrs. Wu was. She was the wife of the doctor in the Ministry of work and her mother's distant cousin. I remember that after her mother's death, this Mrs. Wu liked to come to the door to discipline him and his sister as an aunt. Later, after he drove her away, she didn't come to the door for several years. Why did she come again?

"What's the matter?" Holding the hand of the bookcase, Cheng Jia coughed a few times and walked slowly into the door.

"No, I'm waiting in the flower Hall of Zhengyuan now. I said I came to see you." Qin case whispered. This Mrs. Wu, the four cases of them have suffered a lot in her hands. She was a little afraid when she saw her. She was really too troublesome!

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As soon as he entered the gate of the main courtyard, he heard the angry female voice in the flower hall shouting at the servant. Cheng Jia frowned slightly, loosened the bookcase, brushed the dust on the corner of his clothes, and then put on his usual approachable smile and walked into the flower hall.

"As soon as my sister is away, no one will discipline you?" Mrs. Wu was slapping the table. Seeing Cheng Jia coming in, she immediately put on a bright smile and stood up and said, "brother Jia is back? Aunt has been waiting for you for a long time. Look at your house, your father is busy every day, and he actually wants an aunt to take care of things. What's the mess in this house? I'm afraid that neither your father nor your son are looked after! How can this be done? Brother Jia, you have to get married quickly, and there still needs to be a serious mother!"

"Please sit down, aunt." Cheng Jia avoided her enthusiastic saliva foam, made a gesture of invitation, and then sat on the companion seat by herself.

Mrs. Wu wanted to return to her original seat. Seeing Cheng Jia's eyes swept, she reluctantly sat in the guest seat.

"Sister Yue, this is your cousin Jia Ge'er." As soon as she sat down, Mrs. Wu said with a spoiled smile to the girl who had been standing quietly behind her.

"Cousin Jia ~" the girl came forward with a salute, the posture standard was impeccable, and she didn't even move the forbidden step on the skirt.

Cheng Jia saw her when she entered the door. At this time, she already knew the purpose of Mrs. Wu in her heart. When she got up and returned the salute, she glanced at her imperceptibly.

Although the girl is only thirteen or fourteen years old, she is already a beauty. You can imagine how beautiful she will be in the future, and her clothes and behavior are even more typical of a lady.

"This is sister Yue of San Fang. You should also know her brother. Wu Feiren, the flower finder of a few years ago." Mrs. Wu pulled Wu Yue's hand and said with a smile.

Cheng Jia just smiled slightly, lowered his eyes, took a sip of the tea sent by the servant girl, and said, "why is my aunt here?"

Mrs. Wu was stunned, and her face was a little ugly, but on second thought, if the Cheng family and the Wu family could marry, and her position in the family could rise again, she would hold her breath, "Jia Ge'er, look at what you said. Can't your aunt come to see you? Something must happen? Look at you, your face is as white as paper, and no one in the room is no good! Our Yue sister's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all excellent. Haven't you always said to find someone who can play with you? Otherwise, now you take Yue sister to see your piano room?"

As soon as these words came out, even Wu Yue's face couldn't be stretched, and the aunt was too... But after taking a look at Cheng Jia, who was still gorgeous although his face was ill, Wu Yue moved in his heart, and his face was flushed again, and he hurriedly lowered his head. Hearing that Cheng Jiaqin's books are excellent, and the six skills of a gentleman are not bad, but he rarely plays the piano in front of outsiders. It's even more rare to want to drink the best tea in the world he ordered. If you can hear it today, whether it's successful or not, it's a great face to go back and say it in your sisters.

"Aunt..." the bookcase had just called, and Mrs. Wu had glared and said angrily, "are you here to speak?"

Cheng Jiadi laughed, with a pair of eyes satirized with silk, and said with a smile, "if you want to listen to Cheng's piano, what is your aunt going to pay?"

Mrs. Wu's face suddenly turned white. Before she could speak, Cheng Jia stood up and said, "my mother has died for many years, and my aunt is not too close to us. In the future, I'd better take care of my own affairs, bookcase and seeing off guests."

"You!" Wu Fu's popular mouth shook up. Seeing Cheng Jia finish speaking, he left without any room, and the bookcase has been in the posture of seeing off guests. No matter how shameless, it is impossible to stay any longer. He can only brush his sleeve and go angrily.

"Childe, I've sent you away." Walking gently to Cheng Jia's back, who stood under the tree and looked at the mottled shadow of the tree, the bookcase whispered back.

"Bookcase, do you still remember Lingjia village?" I didn't hear Cheng Jia's response. The bookcase was about to step back, so I heard Cheng Jia gently ask.

"Remember." The bookcase stopped and stood behind him. That name is a forbidden word, which must not be said. Why did the childe bring it up today?

"If it were you, would you like to live in such a place or now?" Still looking at the light leaking from the crack of the tree, Cheng Jia's voice was weak and inaudible.

"Childe, can we tell the truth?" Looking at Cheng Jia, he nodded and said, "it's naturally a place like Lingjia village."

In such a free place, no matter men, women, old or young, everyone gets income from their own labor, and the relationship between superiors and subordinates is strict, but they will not be deprived of dignity because they are at a lower level. Regardless of their positions, people there are equal in personality.