"I wish you happiness and longevity, and congratulations on your happy birthday. May you have this day every year..."

If he hadn't set foot on the land of Sichuan and Sichuan, Jia Liu would have thought that he had just been lifted off the Great Wall by a group of beggars.

The scene before him made him doubt his life a little.

The Governor's Mansion, where the Nine Territories are located, still has this kind of business?!

Somehow, Jia Liu was stunned and felt that these people who stretched out their hands to please were the founders of later generations of vehicle management offices who specialized in giving license plates to people.

That's a neat thing to say.

No duplicates.

Give it to me, what else can I do?

Mr. Jia is really happy today and doesn't care about small money.

Alone Better Together.

Besides, he didn't dare not give it.

Can he, a ninth-grade blue feather leader, afford to do this kind of business in the Governor's Mansion?

Maybe it was the brother-in-law of one of the Governor's brothers-in-law who contracted it.

Just like that, a few more taels dispersed.

After breaking into the Governor's Mansion, the money scattered in less than an hour allowed his father to go to Qianmen Hutong several times. Jia Liuzhi really felt that the Governor's Mansion was too damn money-guzzling.

However, it's understandable.

Who allowed the bottomless gold-eating beast of Xiao Jinchuan to be right next door?

Quan should be taking care of the Qing Dynasty's worries.

After picking up the folded official uniform, Jia Liu thought about it but did not rush back. Instead, he borrowed a place from the fat steward and changed directly.

It’s not that I want to show off, it’s mainly that I want to make progress.

Whether there is skin or not, it depends on the enthusiasm of serving the Qing Dynasty.

"Sir, you can do whatever you want!"

The fat steward casually pointed to an empty room next to him and signaled Mr. Jia to invite himself. Seeing someone coming out of the alley again, he quickly waved and said, "Sir, this way, this way!"

Jia Liu took a look and saw that it was Cao Dahua, the donator.

Not bothering to say hello to Lord Cao, Jia Liu took the clothes and went to the empty house to change clothes.

After entering the house, he did not forget to close the door. He opened the official uniform in the light of the window paper and compared the size.

What a coincidence, just right.

Chief Lan Ling is an officer of the Eight Banners, and his official uniform is the same as that of the ninth-level foreign affairs commander of the Green Camp, a python robe with five pythons and four claws, with seahorse patch embroidered on it, blue.

The official hat is more beautiful than the foreign commission hat. It has an engraved gold top with folded edges on all sides, and a red silk tape in the middle. It looks like a red tassel on the head of a red tassel. In addition, a blue tassel is inserted into it.

Feathers are pheasant feathers dyed blue.

It stands to reason that the hat should have a top bead, because those without rank will not have a top.

If there is quality, there will be a top, and if there is a top, there will be beads.

But Jia Liu turned over and over and couldn't find where the Ding Bead was, and couldn't help but wonder where the Ding Bead had gone.

Did it fall off or simply not exist?

Regardless of all that, Jia Liu immediately took off his clothes, then put on his official uniform, hat, and official boots, all in one go.

It's a pity that there is no mirror, otherwise I would have to appreciate his handsome and majestic figure.

Let’s see if there is a prototype of Master Zhongtang.

When he was tying the old clothes together, Jia Liu always felt that something was wrong. After a while, he realized that it was impossible to just give out an official uniform. Is it possible to wear an official uniform from the beginning of the year to the end of the year?

He quickly opened the door and went over to ask.

In the end, there are really two sets, but if you want another set, you have to pay extra.

"How much?"

Jia Liu was so angry that he couldn't let it go.

"Twelve."

The fat steward who had just finished singing for Cao Dahua raised a finger.

"Twelve!"

The one who was surprised was not Jia Liu, but Cao Dahua who had just listened to the music.

Lao Cao grew up in a poor family, so all the clothes he wore were worn by his brothers. When he grew up and became a soldier, he wanted to break his copper into two flowers, and any clothes he wore were damaged or damaged by himself.

Sew with needle and thread.

Later, relying on his military service, he got a position as the General Manager of the Foreign Affairs Commission, and then he saved some money. In the end, he paid filial piety to the court in order to become the General Manager.

After entering the Governor's Mansion, just like Jia Liu, he scattered money three times in a row. He was already distressed. Now he heard that he had to pay another ten taels for another official uniform. Do you think Lao Cao is not in a hurry?

Yes, just twelve.

Sir, don't think it's too expensive.

If you really don’t want to buy it, the fat manager won’t force you to do it. As for buying and selling, it’s voluntary, right?

You are humble, don’t buy it, that’s it!

When people make money, they are not shabby either.

This is the last stab. If I get another stab, I will stab you to death first!

Jia Liu, who didn't want to wear one piece of clothing for a year, had no choice but to bite the bullet and pay. After paying the cost price of ten taels, he got another official uniform that should have belonged to him.

Cao Dahua hesitated for a moment, but had no choice but to take out his money bag and pour a few grains of silver on the table. Then he weighed it with the small scale on the corner of the table, which was ten taels and fourteen cents.

What to do with the extra four dollars?

Of course I cut it with scissors.

This operation made Jia Liu look straight in the eyes, and the fat steward and the others were also speechless.

You have to live a good life as an official, and you can save your life as much as you can without losing face.

Now that he had the clothes and his waistband, Jia Liu was ready to go back. As soon as he turned around, the fat steward behind the table asked again: "Sir, do you want some beads?"

Nani?!

Jia Liu turned around and saw in surprise that the fat man brought up a basket from under the table, which was filled with all kinds of beads.

"this?"

Cao Dahua was also stunned, and then he realized that there was no bead on his official hat.

I'm so angry in my heart, what's going on with the people in the Governor's Mansion? How can they sell them the crown jewel that should belong to them as a commodity!

Niang Xi... admire, admire.

Jia Liu was so impressed that these people were even more shameless than him!

However, he also seems to have a lot of business acumen.

Unexpectedly, on the basis of Emperor Qianlong's century-old career of selling officials, unlimited business possibilities have been derived, fully tapping all the potential of this industry.

That's his mother's talent.

"How much?"

"Not expensive, twenty taels."

"..."

Jewels similar to those worn by eighth- and ninth-rank officials are not unavailable for sale in Beijing. They are cheap, and can be bought in twos or threes.

What can Jia Liu do?

He can choose not to have it, because the lack of a crown bead does not affect his official prestige, but as he always pays attention to appearance, he still wants his first time to be perfect.

Pay money and make a deal.

"I..."

Cao Dahua paused for a while, then took out the money bag from his arms with pain, and counted it on the table. Even the copper coins were still missing by three or two.

"I don't know what beads to buy, so let's go back first and come back to buy them in the morning."

"Don't worry, sir, whenever you have money, you can come and buy whatever you want. I am the only one who sells it in the whole of Sichuan. When will you come, sir, these beads will be yours!"

The fat steward’s enthusiasm has not diminished at all.

Yes, this is a designated franchise.

Jia Liu shook his head secretly, counted three taels of money, threw it on the table, and said, "Take one for Mr. Cao."

"Hey, good!"
To be continued...