Jia Lian sat in the brothel in Yangzhou City for a while, and was still negotiating with the old brothel, so he called the servant Zhaoer back to the inspector's office.

He knew about Jia Huan's passing by Yangzhou early in the morning. He had already ordered the servants who stayed in the procuratorate to pay attention.

Before Jia Lian left the Jia Mansion at the end of June, he asked Jia Huan to help take care of the coal business. He was worried that Jia Rong was unreliable. Jia Huan told him at that time that he would go to Jinling in a while. When he went to Jinling and walked the canal, he would definitely pass Yangzhou. This is common sense.

Jia Huan saw Jia Lian, who had been sitting for a while in a flower hall in the courtyard on the right side of the rear of the procuratorate.

Jia Lian was wearing a blue brocade robe, dressed in a rich young man, and looked handsome and handsome. He stood up, laughed loudly, and reached out to invite Jia Huan to sit down, "Brother Huan, we brothers are seeing each other again." His attitude was very enthusiastic.

Jia Huan laughed, everyone liked to be popular, right? "Sister-in-law Feng asked me to bring winter clothes to Brother Lian's second brother."

Jia Huan's Changsui Qian Huai took a package in with a wink and placed it on the round table.

Jia Lian glanced at him and felt a little warm in his heart. He felt very worried about his wife. He asked Chang Sui Wanger to put it away and said with a smile: "Let Brother Huan be a joke."

Jia Huan smiled and said, "Relaxed may not be a true hero. The love between husband and wife is a human relationship, so what's the joke?"

Jia Lian laughed, drank tea, asked about the situation in Jia Huan's Jia Mansion in the capital, coal business, etc., and said: "How many days will Brother Huan stay in Yangzhou? I will invite Brother Huan to have a drink in the evening. Yangzhou Skinny Horse is famous all over the world. Haha."

Everyone in the world knows that they want to buy a concubine and go to Yangzhou. The Yangzhou thin horses he has trained since childhood are all good at playing and singing.

Looking at Jia Lian's expression that you understand, Jia Huan was speechless. Although he had several fine beauty poems sang among brothels, he was still a boy. He had never done anything about leaning on the red and snuggling Cui. He immediately said, "I will visit Sha Observation later. I expect to go to Jinling after attending the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival of the Great Salt Merchant Wang's family tomorrow night."

Jia Lian said in surprise: "Hey, can Brother Huan participate in Wang Heting's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference?" Then, he suddenly slapped his forehead. "Haha, look at me."

There are three major salt merchants in Yangzhou City, namely: Wang Heting, Zheng Yuanjian and Ma Juntai. Each has a net worth of more than 60,000 yuan, and a net worth of at least millions of taels of silver.

Most of the gardens on both sides of the Xiao Qinhuai River are built by salt merchants. Among them, the gardens of the three major salt merchants are the most outstanding. The West Garden of the Wang family, the Shuiyun Shuangxie of the Zheng family, and the Xiaolinglong Mountain Pavilion of the Ma family are famous in Yangzhou City.

At the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry party held in the West Garden, there must be officials, scholars and famous prostitutes gathering. As a co-minister donated by Jia Lian, it is very difficult to get in and have a seat. Of course, it is not difficult to get in.

Jia Lian was carrying a task, but he actually didn't mean to test Jia Huan.

Aunt Lin served as the two salt inspectors, but I don’t know how much wealth he has accumulated. If he doesn’t give it to the Jia family, can he still give it to others?

Jia Huan and Jia Lian chatted for a while before ending their idle talk with Jia Lian. He was going to visit Sha Sheng.

…

Lin Ruhai met Jia Huan in the afternoon, talked for a while, fell asleep tiredly, and woke up slowly in the evening. The lights were faint in the bedroom full of medicine.

The concubine Yurong was crying silently beside the bed. In the case of a master, even if she was a wife and had a daughter, she would be very sad for the rest of her life. Not to mention that Lin Daiyu was not the daughter of their concubines.

Even a concubine like her who has a marriage contract (the wife is a marriage letter), her future is full of uncertainty. Will she marry or keep her in the future? The key is that she doesn’t even have a son, and the Lin family will be separated. How can she keep it?

"Yurong, why are you crying?" Lin Ruhai raised his arm with difficulty, and a sad smile appeared on his face, "I will make arrangements."

When Yurong saw Lin Ruhai wake up, she sobbed, "I was moved for a moment and disturbed the master." She served Lin Ruhai and drank some soup and medicine.

Lin Ruhai sighed and asked, "Who do you think is more appropriate to entrust the funeral to Jia Ziyu or Jia Lian?"

Yurong was stunned for a moment and lowered her head and said, "But it depends on the master's meaning." In fact, if one is called with the word "face" and the other is called with the name, does the master still need to ask his thoughts? But she thinks that a young man cannot take on such a big deal, right?

Lin Ruhai smiled softly and said weakly: Most of the unfaithful hearts are scholars. Jia Ziyu was a young prodigy and was famous all over the world. People in the world say that he is: poetry is talented and talented, and has outstanding talents. Respecting teachers and respecting Taoism, and having good character. There are many rumors, and they are all beautiful words. I have to give it a try."

Yurong looked at her husband lying on the bed in surprise and asked, "What are you going to try? Do you need me to cooperate?"

Lin Ruhai showed a clear expression, "These comments were all reported by the old people in the officialdom. I just need to verify whether he is: Shicai Tianshu. I will know whether his comments are true or false."

If he had time, he could of course examine Jia Huan's morality carefully. But he had no time. He could only believe in the virtues, vision, and reputation of the senior officials who evaluated Jia Huan.

Those who "boasted" to Jia Huan include: Sha Shengsha guarding the road now in Yangzhou City, Qi Chi, the right censor of the Censorate of the Censorate, and Fang Wang, the Minister of Rites of Nanjing.

Yurong understood and said in surprise: "So, did you ask him to attend the Wang family's West Garden Poetry Festival tomorrow night?"

Lin Ruhai smiled.

After years of officialdom, he finally sat in the position of the Yan Yu Censor. How could he be a scholar who knows nothing?

…

Jia Huan came out of the Censorate in the Old City of Yangzhou and took Qian Huai and gifts to the Fen Shoudaoya in the new city.

It was getting late, and the yamen had already dispersed. Jia Huan handed over the post and was soon led to a flower hall by a minor official. A moment later, a middle-aged man came in from outside the door with a smile on his face, "In early August, the mountain grew over Yangzhou, and Zeng Yanziyu arrived later. As expected."

Jia Huan hurriedly stood up and said in surprise: "Mr. He!" The person who came came was Aide He who was next to the mountain captain. Because he had been a lecturer in Wendao Academy, Jia Huan had always called him Mr.

The mountain chief Zhang Anbo went to Jinling to serve as the Minister of Rites of Nanjing. This was a idle position, and all the staff were dismissed. He only brought his eldest son Zhang Chengjian, Pang Ze, and Master Tian. He never thought that Shaguan met a staff member here. It turned out that he was recommended by the mountain chief to Shaguan as Master.

When old friends meet, they will be a narration.

Master He smiled and said, "I accidentally came here. Dongweng went to the Shuiyun Shuangxie, Zheng's family in the northern suburbs outside the city to attend a banquet. I wanted to talk to the big salt merchants about the salt classes that have been accumulated over the years. I will do my job tonight and try to taste the style of "riding a horse and leaning on the slanting bridge, and red sleeves are all over the building" in Yangzhou City. Ziyu's visit will be held until Dongweng comes back tomorrow."

This is the Bodhisattva Man of the former prime minister Wei Zhuang during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period: "I remember the joy of Jiangnan. At that time, I was young and I was thin in spring. I rode a horse and leaned against a slanted bridge, and my red sleeves were waving on the building."

Jia Huan smiled bitterly and said, "I am the guest of you." He just pushed Jia Lian's flower wine in the procuratorate. Now it's Mr. He's turn to be a master. I think Mr. He went to Yangzhou with a fertile fireworks and received a lot of red envelopes.

Yangzhou salt merchants are rich!

Naturally, Jia Huan would not pretend to be in front of Master He and said: I don’t drink flower wine. When he passed the imperial examination last year, he and his senior brother Luo Junzi drank Hua wine many times. He had basically seen famous prostitutes in the capital. Of course, he just drank wine and did nothing else.

Immediately, Master He took Jia Huan out of the branch road office and headed to the Little Qinhuai River. The fun of the Great Zhou Dynasty was the same as the Ming Dynasty. However, in the water town of Jiangnan, it was also a great pleasure to take famous prostitutes, climb a pleasure boat, and travel in the Qinhuai River at night.

Master He walked and chatted with Jia Huan, "I really didn't expect that Lin Chayuan was actually the son-in-law of the mansion. What a pity..."

Jia Huan knew what Master He said. Obviously, Lin Ruhai's condition is not a secret in Yangzhou City.

In the city of Yangzhou, there are dense water networks. Between the new city and the old city is the Little Qinhuai River, which leads directly to the Slender West Lake outside the city. In the evening night, there are pleasure boats gathering, lights are dotted, and it is extremely prosperous.

Master He looked like an old driver. He soon negotiated with Hu Jiuniang, a service industry, booked a building boat, and took Jia Huan to the pleasure boat and rafted in the river.

As Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the bright moon is in the sky. The boats are flowing and the moon shadows are rippling in the river. Such beautiful scenery makes Jia Huan, who has traveled for hundreds of years, feel quite intoxicated.

Jia Huan and Master He were drinking and chatting in the boat. A beautiful woman was playing the guzheng three meters away. She played "Fisher Boat Singing Evening".

Master He and Jia Huan drank a glass of wine and sighed: "I have the trust of Dongweng and are responsible for criminal matters. However, when Dongweng encounters difficulties in money and grain, I also want to do my best. The salt class in Yangzhou is a big problem. I will tell you the situation and Ziyu will help me come up with an idea."

Jia Huan nodded.

He actually felt a little cursed: Are we drinking flower wine now? (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!