Xiliu Hutong.

Jia Daquan, who had just returned from the Dutong Yamen, ran into his neighbor Chang Wuye, and quickly saluted Qian: "Fifth Master, you are lucky!"

"Jixiang Jixiang... I'm talking about the complete collection, why? I went to the yamen again? Did you say when Liuzi will come back? This child has been there for several months, so I'm so surprised..."

Mr. Chang Wu, who was in his seventies, was old and had a straight body, and was carrying a bird cage in his hand to have afternoon tea.

Although the old man is not good now, the Holy Master had fought a war with the General King in the northwest, and it was very fierce.

Jia Daquan shook his head: "I asked, but I didn't say anything, but I said I didn't believe it."

After learning from the first month of the Tutor's Office that his beloved son became the leader of Lan Ling, Jia Daquan went to the Tutor's Office every few days to inquire. He didn't want to know when his son would come back, but he always answered the same thing - I don't know.

This made him anxious.

But what's the use of being anxious? I really don't know the people's government office.

The little brat didn't know how to send a letter to his home, and he was so anxious that he was a father. He really felt sorry for his parents in the world. He was worried about his son traveling thousands of miles away.

Mr. Chang Wu signaled that Daquan would not need to help him, and turned around and pointed at his yard: "Let's go back, your two daughters are here."

"Oh, okay, Master Wu, please go slowly!"

After Master Chang Wu, who was in his seventies, walked away with a bird cage, Jia Daquan turned around and returned.

When I went to my door, I saw that the door was indeed open. After looking in, my grandsons were squatting on the ground and playing, and my two daughters in the kitchen were also busy.

"Dad, I'm back,"

When Jia Juan, the eldest daughter who was picking vegetables, saw her father coming back, put down the vegetables in her hand and stood up, "Are you going to the Dutong yamen again?"

"Yeah, where."

While agreeing to his daughter, Jia Daquan made the action of a tiger going down the mountain to scare the two treasured grandchildren, making the two children so happy that they circled around him.

"Dad, Liuzi is not young, now she is a poor Lan Ling, so how can she just say it back? You just rest at home if you have nothing to do. What are you asking when you are old? You are not annoyed, but people from the yamen are still annoyed."

The person who spoke was Jia Lan, the second daughter who was scrubbing inside the house.

"You are just such a brother. How can I not worry about your father?...what, do you want to ride? OK, okay, grandpa will ride for you..."

Jia Daquan squatted down without saying a word, and his little grandson Erbao turned up.

Seeing this, Jia Juan hurriedly shouted: "Seibao, come down quickly, don't twist your grandfather's waist anymore."

"It's okay, I'm happy to twist my waist, grandpa."

After beating his son to the front line, Jia Daquan's happiest thing was that his two grandchildren could come to accompany him.

A different generation of relatives, nothing was said.

That being said, Jia Juan could not really make her son twist her grandfather's waist, and she went forward and hugged the little guy down.

"I don't, I don't..."

The little guy was not happy, and Jia Juan was so angry that she wanted to spank him, which scared the little guy so much that he hurried behind his aunt.

"Isn't this a joke with the child? Look at you scared the child,"

Jia Daquan pulled the second treasure and then took the big treasure. The more he looked at him, he became more and more happy. He looked at his second daughter again: "Lanzi, you couple should also have a baby quickly. Don't tell the Gao family to say that our Jia family is sorry for them..."

"Dad, is this urgent matter of giving birth?"

Looking at her sister's two children, Jia Lan could not want her own child, but the couple had been getting married for a long time, and her belly was never too big.

Those who should be busy are also busy. Sometimes she needs to take twice more, so her husband is so tired that he keeps breathing. The problem is that his stomach is like a thin field, and no matter how much fertilizes and throws the seeds, she will not grow.

They thought about all kinds of methods, and the couple didn't dare to go down afterwards, for fear that the seeds would fall. But menstruation is still coming every month, what can she do?

"I heard that there is a god Xu in the outer city..."

Jia Juan thought that she might take her sister to the place where the immortal was about to take a look tomorrow, and was discussing that someone was knocking on the door outside.

"Shuozhu, see who is coming."

Jia Daquan subconsciously turned his head and screamed. Before he finished speaking, he remembered Shuan Zhu accompanied his son to the front line, and his heart couldn't help but fall.

"Dad, I'll open the door."

Jia Juan quickly walked to the yard gate, unplugged the door bolt and opened it, but before she could ask, she was stunned.

"Who?"

Seeing that the eldest daughter was standing there without reaction, Jia Daquan was surprised. He followed him to the door and saw that his heart trembled violently.

The person who came outside the door actually helped the Jia family and the guards!

Not only was he with the guards, but he also followed more than a dozen officials from the Chief Lan Banner of the Han Army, as well as officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War.

Two guards wearing yellow jackets were holding a plaque in their hands, with four big characters on it - "Invincible loyalty and courage".

Look at Lao Cui, the Dutong Yamen, and Lao Zheng and the others were holding a white banner with a line of large characters on it - "Wu Neng Yibatulu".

There were dozens of soldiers behind the officials, and the few people in front were holding white lanterns in their hands, and even the words were pasted - "Jia Mansion Mourning".

"Uncle, Dongge's virtuous brother, he sacrificed his life for the country. The emperor specially sent me here... This is the braid of Dongge's virtuous brother."

Before Heshen could finish his words with tears in his eyes, he saw Jia Daquan's body softening and his whole body fell backwards, and fainted on the spot.

Heshen was shocked: "Hurry, save people!"

Several officials stepped forward together to carry Jia Daquan into the house, and the two imperial doctors who came over came with medicine boxes also followed in.

Heshen meant to bring the imperial doctor together, because he was afraid that the situation in front of him would occur.

"By the way."

Looking at the woman who didn't know if it was Jia Dongge's sister or sister, Heshen felt very uncomfortable and gently handed the braid in his hand forward.

As a result, the woman also fainted.

There was another rush.

The only two daughters of the Jia family, Jia Lan, were left with her two daughters, slumped on the ground, burst into tears, and cried loudly. Judging from her posture, Jia Liu would be without a person in charge for the first time.

The people from the Dutong Yamen asked, "What should I do with you, Lord?"

Heshen sighed and ordered everyone to hang the emperor's order "Invincible Loyalty and Brave" on the main hall first, then worship Jia Dongge's braids, and immediately deploy the mourning hall.

"The emperor ordered Jia Dongge's funeral to be handled well, and there should not be any inappropriateness."

"Yeah!"

The officials quickly began to arrange the arrangements, and some went to inform the relatives of the Jia family.

A painter came over to ask what to do about Jia Dongge's portrait. Because the emperor issued an order to display the portrait of Jia Dongge, a vanguard of the Han army, in Ziguang Pavilion, two painters were specially sent to the palace.

But they had never seen the real person of Jia Dongge and didn't know how to draw this hero portrait.

Heshen also had a headache. After thinking about it, he wanted the two painters to see Jia Dongge's father first, and then draw a picture based on his own impression.

This is all we can do. The two painters secretly went to see the hero's father.

The reason why it is quiet is of course because such things cannot be made public.

Soon, the sixth son of the Jia family was killed on the front line of Jinchuan. The emperor chased Batulu and sent imperial guards to attend the funeral. The incident spread throughout Xiliu Hutong.

It was really crowded with people, and the Eight Banners were floating.

As the gongs and drums sounded, the Jia family was shrouded in white haze from top to bottom, from inside to outside.

"Brother, it's all your fault. Now, my grandfather's house really belongs to us."

Erbao got angry. He stopped playing with Dabao. He missed his uncle.
Chapter completed!