The Red Mansions

Chapter 193

Chapter 193

In the hall, as Shan Daliang and two compradors were taken out by four soldiers, Wu Xindeng finally couldn't bear the pressure and knelt down.

Jia Zheng, Jia She and the others who were sitting on the pear-wooden chairs were taken aback when they saw this scene, and then became strange.

Jia Heng's cold eyes fell on Wu Xindeng, and he said, "Why did Steward Wu kneel?"

With fear on his face, Wu Xindeng said, "I... this old slave made a mistake. I didn't keep a close eye on the treasury, so I was deceived by these people."

"Up to now, I'm still taking chances, avoiding the serious and taking the light of the light, and shifting responsibility." Jia Heng snorted coldly when he heard this, and said, "Don't cry if you don't see the coffin!"

When Wu Xindeng heard the words, his body trembled and he lowered his head tightly.

Jia Heng sneered and said: "You have been the head of the silver warehouse for more than ten years, and you are in charge of the income and expenditure of the silver. Which of them compradors purchase materials and items outside without you handing over the money? Go up and cross the sea!"

Wu Xindeng murmured: "I really don't know, this old slave. It's all their fooling around. I only pay the money..."

But at this moment, two soldiers entered the hall, clasped their fists and said, "My lord, the two management chiefs Liu and Xu have already recruited, and they left [-]% of the silver in the hands of Wu Xindeng, the head of the silver warehouse. Out of the [-]%, [-]% is dedicated to Lai Da, and the remaining [-]% are in their own hands."

Because rouge gouache and fruit and vegetable refreshments are all small samples, the quantity purchased over the years is larger, and the silver that can be profitable is less. Therefore, the two managers Liu and Xu each get [-]%, and Lai Da and Wu Xindeng only get [-]%.

When Wu Xindeng heard this, his face became more and more ugly.

"Now, do you still deny it?" Jia Heng sneered.

At this time, another soldier came in from the outside and said, "My lord, Dai Liang and Qian Hua have also been recruited. Thirty percent of the rice, grain, and ink money goes to Chief Wu, and twenty percent goes to Lai Da, and Dai Liang gets thirty percent. Qian Hua got [-]%."

Jia She sneered, and said: "These evil slaves are so daring, they are in collusion to deceive the master, I have suspected it before!"

Jia Zheng and Sister Feng: "..."

Sister Feng smiled inwardly, you had doubts before, why did you go there before?

Jia Heng glanced sideways at Jia She, as if he didn't hear Jia She's words, but looked at Wu Xindeng, and said in a cold voice: "If you find out how much shortfall this time, you have to make up for it even if you sell iron or tear down houses! Otherwise, they will be charged with theft and sent to the Yamen for questioning!"

Jia She said with a sneer: "The families of these dog slaves are very wealthy. If there were no Jia family, how would they be able to live in prosperity today! Now, one by one, they are not greedy enough, and they have reached out to the master's house, Heng Brother, I will take my servants and servants to raid their homes right now!"

Jia Heng frowned, glanced at the approaching evening sky outside, and said in a deep voice: "I haven't checked the account yet, why panic!"

Jia She smiled smugly, although he held grudges in his heart, but for the sake of money, he endured it!

Jia Heng said: "Come here, take this beast out and interrogate it strictly!"

Wu Xindeng's face turned pale, knowing that a catastrophe was imminent, he simply smashed the pot and shouted: "I want to see the old lady! My family has been busy with Jia's family for several generations. You masters are so poor that you rob the servant Money, if you treat servants harshly, you will be stabbed in the back."

"Let him mess around, slap his mouth hard, and fork it out!" Jia Heng waved his hand and shouted coldly.

Immediately, two soldiers stepped forward, rounded their arms, and hit Wu Xindeng's face. After a while, his cheeks were swollen to half a finger high, the corners of his mouth were black and blue, and he was dragged by the two soldiers. go outside.

"If my Jia family treats the servants harshly, how can I allow these evil servants to run rampant for more than ten years!" Jia Heng said coldly, "It is precisely because of the kindness of the old lady and the generosity of the following masters, Having indulged such lawless bastards, they still dare to bark wildly without repenting after their dirt is exposed!"

What he said also had Jingzheng being aroused by Wu Xindeng, otherwise there would always be a villain with ghostly thoughts secretly chewing his tongue behind his back.

Jia Zheng sighed, and said, "Ziyu, it's because I have no way to manage the family."

Jia Heng was silent for a while, and said: "Second Master is an official in front, with a loose disposition, usually he doesn't pay much attention to these inner house matters, so these tricky slaves take advantage of the loopholes."

Middle-aged people like Jia Zheng, who are over forty years old, can't change it anymore. If it's Baoyu, maybe there is still a possibility of rectification.

Jia She also said: "These evil servants even dared to ridicule and fool me last time. The second younger brother usually ignores these mundane affairs. It is not surprising to be deceived by them."

This is obviously trying to make amends for the "ugliness" last time, and even the second brother was deceived. This is not because I am incompetent, but because these slaves are too cunning!

Mrs. Xing also showed a smile on her fair face, and said: "It's not a day or two since these servants have been arrogant. Last time, I asked Wang Shanbao's family to find some pieces of cloth and cut some clothes for the master. A face is not a face, and a nose is not a nose."

Jia Heng quietly watched the performance of the husband and wife, and shook his head secretly. In his eyes, Jia Amnesty is already a dead bone in the grave, and he will catch him sooner or later!

Jia Heng suppressed his thoughts, then continued to look at the two accountants at the side, and said, "Two gentlemen, please carefully check the accounts of the previous five years and compile them into books."

The two of them clasped their hands together and said yes, then turned around and continued to work.

At that time, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the courtyard, and it was already evening.

Jia Heng was silent for a while, knowing that it was too late to accompany Xie Zaiyi to the East City, turned to look at Sister Feng whose cheeks were brighter than before, startled, and said in a concentrated voice: "Sister-in-law Feng, go and tell the back cook Come clean up a few banquet tables, and treat the gentlemen well after the accounting is completed."

Sister Feng smiled and said: "Don't worry, Brother Heng, just now I have asked Ping'er to order the kitchen to prepare the food and wine."

Today's audit has been on her mind since before, and now, as she thought before, she pulls out the radish and brings out the mud, and checks out the deficits in the accounts over the years. Needless to say, if these companies are raided, the public bank will be rich again. She doesn't have to fight famine everywhere.

"Except for the old lady in the inner house and the one in front of me, the power of the housekeeper of the West Mansion is completely in my hands, and all of this is..." Sister Feng was thinking, and glanced at the pear-blossom wooden house. The boy in the chair.

It's just that when the young man frowned and looked up at the sky, he thought to himself, it seems that he has to be busy with official business, and Brother Heng is really a busy man who races against time... Well, although her second master is also busy all day home, but she didn't know exactly what she was busy with. She said that she was busy with the errands assigned by the elder, but she didn't know the specific errands.

The two accountants in Jinyi Mansion checked the accounts. Jia Heng thought for a while, looked at Ping'er who was beside Sister Feng, and said, "Miss Ping'er, go prepare the envelope and the letterhead."

Tanchun's worrying words earlier reminded him that he needed to get a letter from Jinyiweishu and send it to the emperor to report his current activities to the emperor.

For example, the discovery of Qiu Liang's corruption, the matter of holding the emperor's sword to the Jinyi mansion to "threat" Jinyiwei for assistance, and the matter of holding the emperor's sword to educate the children of the clan, all were reported to the emperor.

Hearing this, Ping'er paused for a moment when he looked at the young man, and said with a slight smile on his clear and greasy face, "Master, do you want a pen and paper?"

Baoyu, who was sitting by the side, changed his face, and thought, don't let him write about Lao Shizi's after-views on the spot, right?

Jia Zheng also asked curiously at this time: "Ziyu wants paper and pen, could it be that he has become a poet?"

The young man in front of him is not only a talent for governing the world, but also the word "Linjiang Immortal" has been recited in Jinghua, and he has seen everyone's style of writing poems and lyrics.

Jia Heng said: "That's not it, it's the details of today's official business. Some things need to be reported to the Holy Majesty for his decision. It's just that I forgot just now. There should be memorials in Shibo's study, and the book is the same for memorials. "

Speaking of which, the last time he wrote a memorandum was "Cijue Biao", and he entrusted Dai Quan, the minister of the Daming Palace, to take it there, but now he is writing a memorandum again, and he does not go to the Secretary of the General Administration. Why does this feel like a secret book?

"There are pros and cons to the system of confidentiality." A thought flashed through Jia Heng's mind.

When Jia Zheng heard this, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Ziyu wants to write a memorial?"

Jia Heng said: "It's just a report of Chen's affairs."

Jia Zheng nodded, and then ordered a servant to go to Mengpozhai's study to find memorials.

Not long after, the boy returned the same way, took a memorial in his hand, and said: "Second Master, Uncle Heng, here is the memorial."

Jia Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Give it to the patriarch."

Jia Heng nodded, took the memorial from the servant, and was about to get up and go to the desk beside him to write.

Sister Feng smiled, her eyes fell on the young man, Dan Feng blinked, looked at Ping'er who was wearing an emerald green skirt, and said, "Ping'er, go and serve the pen and ink."

Ping'er responded with a chuckle, and took a tube of brushes and inkstone from Caiming's hand.

Jia Heng nodded, glanced at Ping'er with willow-leaf eyebrows and phoenix-eyed eyes, thanked him, and then walked away after looking at a desk in the distance. After serving.

Looking at this scene, Sister Feng paused for a moment with her jade face, which was crystal clear like snow, her eyes flickered.

"Why don't you promise Ping'er to this Uncle Heng in one or two years?"

Together with this idea, the more you think about it, the more feasible it becomes. Ping'er and her love each other like sisters, and grew up together. She had already sent out all the seduces of Lian's second master, and matched him with a boy casually.

After checking the accounts and the matter of Baoyu being taught a lesson in Rongqing Hall, she could see that this Uncle Heng is now the head of the clan, no matter whether it is the old man or the old lady, no one can overwhelm him, almost Covering the sky with one hand in the two mansions of the East and the West.

"This matter, don't be in a hurry. Brother Heng's family has a daughter-in-law who looks like a fairy, so it needs to be carefully planned. Besides, I don't know what Ping'er is thinking. Let's try to create opportunities for the two of them first."

It can be said that the current Sister Feng, after observing Jia Heng's struggles back and forth in Jia's mansion, and after being conferred a title, first developed a desire to appease, and then, today, she was played by Jia Heng...power, and successively abolished Qiu Liang and Niu Jizong, Qi Wang and the others have changed their minds to the current mind of "if you can't beat it, just join".

In the past, I couldn't get used to the back of the head, so I don't have to mention it again. Now it's best to strengthen the relationship between the two sides.

Thinking of this, Sister Feng's heart skipped a beat, as if she were on good terms with this Uncle Heng, whether it was confrontation...

Sister Feng glanced at Mrs. Xing, her eyes lowered, but in fact, there was another person in her heart, the second wife.

Here I have to say that the real owner of the Rongguo Mansion is neither Jia Shen nor Jia Zheng, but Jia Mu!

The law of the Han Dynasty stipulates, "Grandparents, if the parents are still there, but the children and grandchildren are from other countries and have different wealth, they will only live for three years!"

Therefore, Mother Jia is the real hostess of Rong Mansion, just because Mother Jia dotes on her youngest son, Jia Zheng, and let Jia Zheng live in Rong Mansion, but she let Jia Shen build another house with a black oil gate to live alone.

And Sister Feng, as Mrs. Wang's niece and Jia She's daughter-in-law, became the only person to manage the Rong Mansion's large family business, and there was no objection between the two families.

Coupled with the fact that he is fierce and slick in all aspects, he has won the approval and favor of Jia's mother, which naturally led to the current situation.

However, because Sister Feng is a junior, she has two elders, Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Xing, on her head, so she has to flatter Baoyu and act as a demon to Mrs. Xing from time to time.

Jia Heng didn't know what Sister Feng was thinking, a wisp of fragrance floated from his nostrils, and he knew it was the incense on Ping'er's body, his complexion was as usual, and he looked calmly at Ping'er who was studying ink.

I saw the girl's willow-leaf eyebrows curved and slender, a pearly and round face, white and greasy skin, wearing an emerald green skirt, compared with the white and thin girl who is generally liked by later generations, this girl has a fair and greasy skin, but her face is plump and her figure is Plump and plump, although I don't know how it compares to the ceiling of the chubby world, but it also has a graceful and beautiful posture that belongs to the second volume of the Red Chamber Twelve Beauties.

Jia Heng also has some recognition for this kind-hearted girl in the heart of the original book, especially the case of Jia Huan just now, which he witnessed with his own eyes.

"What's commendable is that beside Sister Feng, she can still have such a doughy temperament. And from the matter of rouge and gouache just now, this Ping'er is also a caring person." Jia Heng smelled the scent like musk deer like orchid, thinking .

A word gradually emerged from the bottom of my heart: "Hui Xinlan Zhi."

Thinking of this, his eyes paused slightly, and he glanced at Sister Feng. There were two flavors, one in front and one in back.

I don’t know why, but suddenly there is a sentence in "Book of the Later Han Dynasty", "Living with good people is like entering a room of Zhilan, and you will not smell its fragrance for a long time; living with wicked people is like entering a house of abalone, and you will not smell it for a long time." It stinks. However, Zhilan was born in the place of abalone... I have to say, it is quite interesting."

Ping'er felt a little uneasy when he saw a warm look from the stern gaze of the young man opposite him, he turned his head slightly, and stared at the book case with fluctuating eyes in his cloudy temple hair with pale yellow flowers pinned on it.

"This Uncle Heng, this gaze is too sharp, no wonder Second Mistress Lian... is afraid of him."

"Miss Ping'er, the ink block is ready to be ground." Jia Heng said softly.

Ping'er was startled, raised her jade face, and said with a light smile: "That's good, I haven't polished it much, Master Heng doesn't think my hands and feet are clumsy, right?"

"How come?" Jia Heng smiled, but did not answer, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the memorial.

He took the brush from Ping'er and began to write on the memorial.

The handwriting is naturally Zhongzheng's peaceful and rounded strokes.

The content is nothing more than what I did, saw, and thought in the past two days.

The first thing is about finding out Qiu Liang's corruption and the arrangement for the restructuring of the Wucheng Bingma Division.

The second matter is the matter of intimidating the two Jinyi Tongzhi with the Emperor Sword in the Jinyi Mansion, and the plan to ask the Jinyi Mansion to assist in rectifying the Sanhe Gang and other Jianghu forces in the East City.

Here, even though he knew that Emperor Chongping must have other channels in the Jinyi Mansion to collect his words and deeds into a book and submit them to the palace, he still has everything in detail, and even explained his views on Lu Jingyao in the end.

Finally, it is an apology. It tells the story of asking the emperor's sword to use the emperor's prestige to educate the children of the clan to be righteous and respectful. The Holy One punishes.

Ping'eryu paused for a moment, holding a handkerchief in his plain hand in his sleeves, quietly watching the memorials written at his desk, and a strange thought welled up in his heart.

Especially looking at that clear and stern face from time to time, the young man with thoughtful eyes and calm eyes, his bright eyes trembled, thinking of his power just now, he just felt that between the movement and the stillness, he was like a painting, or a painting. A book that makes people's eyes linger and they can't put it down.

If you use the words of the later generations, a mature man who works hard has his own charm buff. Of course, there is another prerequisite, a successful career.

Social animals in the lattice room who have no money to rush around are not included in this list.

Jia Heng, now is not writing internal references that are often used to pad table legs and press instant noodles, but directly writing memorials that reach Tianting directly.

For some girls who only see a narrow world in the inner house, there is a feeling of dimensionality reduction, which is matched with the youthful face that is similar to her own age.

That unreal dreamy feeling is too shocking.

That's why Eileen Chang said, "Be famous as early as possible, come too late, happiness is not so happy."

The powerful and powerful should be early, and the flowers and willows are lucky in life. Since ancient times, Chang'e has loved young people.

Not far away, seeing Jia Heng writing at the desk, although Jia Zheng felt itchy in his heart, he couldn't go over to read it, because Jia Heng had just made a statement.

It's not just Jia Zheng looking aggressively at the young man, Sister Feng is also looking at Jia Heng who is writing at the desk, and her eyes linger back and forth between Jia Heng who is writing at the desk and Ping'er who is dazed, with the feeling of matching the two in her heart. The idea became stronger and stronger.

(End of this chapter)