In the hall, as Shan Daliang and the two compradors were taken out by four soldiers, Wu Xindeng finally couldn't bear the pressure and knelt down.
Jia Zheng, Jia She and others, who were sitting on pearwood chairs, looked stunned when they saw this scene, and then looked weird.
Jia Heng's cold gaze fell on Wu Xindeng and said, "Why is Butler Wu kneeling down?"
Wu Xindeng looked frightened and said: "I...the old slave made a mistake. I didn't take good care of the bank, so I was deceived by these people."
"Up until now, I'm still taking chances, avoiding the important and taking the easy, and shirk responsibility." Jia Heng heard this and gave a cold shout, "I won't shed tears until I see the coffin!"
When Wu Xindeng heard this, his body trembled and he lowered his head tightly.
Jia Heng sneered and said: "You have been the chief of the bank warehouse for more than ten years, in charge of the receipt and payment of silver. Which comprador among them is out purchasing materials without transferring the money through your hands? If I don't collude with you, how can I record the figures in the account book?
Hidden from heaven and sea!"
Wu Xindeng said nonchalantly: "I really don't know. They are all fooling me down there. I only paid money..."
At this moment, two soldiers entered the hall, clasping their fists and saying: "Sir, Liu and Xu, the two chief stewards, have already recruited. They have left 20% of the silver in the hands of Wu Xindeng, the chief of the silver warehouse, and the remaining
Of the lower 80%, 20% was used to honor Lai Da, and the remaining 60% fell into his own hands."
Because the rouge gouache and fruit and vegetable refreshments were all small samples, the quantity purchased over the years was larger, and the amount of money that could be profited was smaller. Therefore, Liu Xu, the second manager, each received 60%, while Lai Da and Wu Xindeng only received 20%.
When Wu Xindeng heard this, his face became even more ugly.
"Are you still denying it now?" Jia Heng sneered.
At this time, another soldier came in from the outside and said: "Sir, Dai Liang and Qian Hua have also been recruited. Thirty percent of the rice and grain money stolen from the ink went to Manager Wu, and the other two percent went to Lai Da. Dai Liang got the third percent.
Qian Hua got 20%."
Jia She sneered and said, "These evil slaves are so courageous that they collude to deceive their masters. I had my doubts before!"
Jia Zheng, Sister Feng: "..."
Sister Feng smiled in her heart, you had doubts before, why did you go there before?
Jia Heng glanced sideways at Jia She, pretending not to hear what Jia She said, but looked at Wu Xindeng and said coldly: "How big the deficit is this time, even if you smash the pot and sell the iron, demolish the house and sell the rice, you still have to make up for it!
Otherwise, they will be charged with theft and sent to the Yamen for questioning!"
Jia She sneered and said: "The families of these dog slaves are very rich. Without my Jia family, they would not be as wealthy as they are today! Now, one by one, they are greedy and have reached out to the master's house. Heng
Brother, I will take the boys and servants to ransack their homes right now!"
Jia Heng frowned, glanced at the evening sky outside, and said in a deep voice: "We haven't finished checking the accounts yet, why are you panicking!"
Jia She smiled mischievously. Although he held a grudge in his heart, for the sake of money, he endured it!
Jia Heng said: "Someone, take this animal out and interrogate it strictly!"
Wu Xindeng's face turned pale, knowing that a disaster was imminent, so he simply broke the jar and shouted: "I want to see the old lady! My family has been busy with the Jia family for several generations. You masters are so poor that you rob the servants."
If you treat your servants harshly with money, you will be stabbed in the back."
"Let him go crazy, slap his mouth hard, and throw it out!" Jia Heng waved his hand and shouted coldly.
Suddenly, two soldiers stepped forward, rounded their arms, and hit Wu Xindeng in the face. After a while, his cheek was swollen to half a finger's height, and the corners of his mouth were black and blue. He was whimpering and was dragged by the two soldiers.
Go outside.
"If our Jia clan treats servants in the world harshly, how can we allow such evil servants to continue to be rampant for more than ten years!" Jia Heng said in a cold voice with a gloomy face: "It is precisely because of the kindness of the old lady and the magnanimity of the following masters.
Having indulged such lawless bastards, they still dare not to repent and bark wildly after their dirty deeds are exposed!"
His words also stirred up some people's hearts in Jingzheng's mind due to Wu Xindeng, otherwise there would always be one or two villains with ulterior motives secretly gossiping behind his back.
Jia Zheng sighed and said, "Zi Yu, it's me who can't manage the family well."
Jia Heng was silent for a moment and said: "The second master is an official in the front and has a loose temperament. He usually doesn't care about these matters in the inner house, so these unscrupulous slaves took advantage of the loophole."
Middle-aged people like Jia Zheng who are over 40 years old are actually unable to change. In the case of Baoyu, there may be the possibility of rectification.
Jia She also said: "These evil servants dared to ridicule and fool me last time. My second brother usually ignores these secular affairs, so it is not surprising that he was deceived by them."
This is clearly trying to make up for the "ugly behavior" last time. Even my second brother was not deceived. This is not because I am incompetent, but because these slaves are too cunning!
A smile appeared on Mrs.
The face is not a face, and the nose is not a nose.”
Jia Heng watched the couple's performance quietly and shook his head secretly. In his eyes, Jia She was already a withered bone in the grave, and he would capture him sooner or later!
Jia Heng suppressed his thoughts, then continued to look at the two accounting gentlemen on the side, and said: "Two gentlemen, please carefully calculate the accounts of the previous five years and compile them into a book."
The two of them bowed their hands and said yes, then turned back to continue their work.
At that time, the afterglow of the setting sun fell in the courtyard, and it was already evening.
Jia Heng was silent for a moment, knowing that it would be too late to accompany Xie Zaiyi to Dongcheng. He turned to look at Sister Feng, whose cheeks were brighter and more attractive than before. He was startled for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Sister-in-law Feng, go tell the cook
Let's prepare a few banquets. After the accounting is finished, I'll treat these gentlemen well."
Sister Feng smiled and said: "Don't worry, Brother Heng, I just asked Ping'er to tell the kitchen to prepare the food and wine."
Today was an audit. She had been thinking about it since before. If she pulled out the carrots and brought out the mud as she had thought before, and checked out the deficits in the accounts over the years, it goes without saying that after copying these houses, the public bank must be in good hands again.
She no longer has to fight famine everywhere.
"Now, except for the area in front of the old lady in the inner house, the stewardship of Xifu is completely in my hands, and all of this is..." Sister Feng thought, glancing at the man sitting on the pear wood
The boy on the chair.
But seeing the young man frowning and looking up at the sky, he thought to himself, it seems that he has official business to attend to. Brother Heng is really a busy man racing against time... Well, even though her second master is not busy all day long,
She was at home, but she didn't know what she was busy with. She said she was busy with the errands assigned by the elder. She didn't know what the specific errands were.
The two accountants of Jinyi Mansion were checking the accounts. Jia Heng thought for a while, looked at Ping'er beside Sister Feng, and said: "Miss Ping'er, go prepare envelopes and letterheads."
Tanchun's worried words earlier reminded him that he needed to get a letter from Jinyiweishu and send it to the emperor to report his today's activities to the emperor.
For example, the discovery of Qiu Liang's corruption, the matter of carrying the Emperor's Sword to the Jinyi Mansion to "intimidate" the Jinyi Guards for assistance, and the matter of holding the Emperor's Sword to educate the children of the clan, were all reported to the Emperor.
Hearing this, Ping'er looked at the young man and paused for a moment. He put on a light smile on his pretty, white face and said, "Master, do you want pen and paper?"
Baoyu, who was sitting aside, had a change of expression and thought to himself, don't let him write down Lao Shizi's comments on the spot, right?
Jia Zheng was also curious and asked at this time: "Ziyu asked for paper and pen. Could it be that he has developed an interest in poetry?"
The young man in front of me is not only a talented person in the world, but also has the word "Linjiang Immortal" spread throughout Beijing, and his poetry and lyrics have become popular among everyone.
Jia Heng said in a clear voice: "That's not the case. It's about today's official affairs. Some of them need to be reported to the Holy One for his decision. But I forgot just now. There should be a memorial in Shibo's study, and the book is also on the memorial.
Same."
Speaking of which, the last time he wrote a memorial was the "Cijue Table", and he took it with him through Dai Quan, the Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty. But now he is writing a memorial again without going to the General Secretary. Why does this feel like a secret?
"The system of secret folding has advantages and disadvantages." 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 memorial to Chen Shi."
Jia Zheng nodded and ordered a boy to go to Mengpo Zhai's study to find some memorials.
Not long after, the young man returned the same way, took a memorial in his hand, and said: "Second Master, Master Heng, here is the memorial."
Jia Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Give it to the clan leader."
Jia Heng nodded, took the memorial from the boy, 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, Danfeng blinked, looked at Ping'er who was wearing an emerald green skirt, and said: "Ping'er, go and serve Bi Mo."
Ping'er chuckled and responded, taking a brush and inkstone from Caiming's hand.
Jia Heng nodded, glanced at Ping'er, who had willow leaves and slender eyebrows, and said thank you, then looked at the papers in the distance and walked away. Ping'er twisted her graceful figure and was writing a case on the side.
Serve later.
Sister Feng looked at this scene, her jade face as crystal as snow paused slightly, her eyes flickering.
"Why don't you marry Ping'er to Uncle Heng in another year or two?"
The more I thought about this idea, the more feasible it became. Ping'er and she were like sisters, grew up together, were loyal to her, and were honest about their duties. Unlike the few maids who brought her here, who imitated Hu Meizi's thoughts day by day.
She had already sent them all away from seducing Mr. Lian, and matched them with whatever boys she wanted.
After checking the accounts and the previous incident of teaching Baoyu a lesson in Rongqing Hall, she could see that Uncle Heng was now the patriarch. No one, no matter whether he was the elder or the old lady, could defeat him.
Covering the sky with one hand in the two mansions of East and West.
"We can't rush this matter. Brother Heng's family has a daughter-in-law who is like a fairy. We need to plan carefully. Besides, I still can't figure out what Ping'er is thinking. Let's create a chance for the two of them to try first."
It can be said that the current Sister Feng first had thoughts of appeasement after watching Jia Heng's struggles in Jia's house and being granted a title, and then, today, she was played by Jia Heng... The power gradually destroyed Qiu Liang and Niu Jizong.
The mentality of King Qi and others has changed to "if you can't beat them, join them".
In the past, there was no need to mention the objectionable bone on the back of the head. Now it was best to strengthen the relationship between the two parties.
Thinking of this, Sister Feng's heart moved. If she had a good relationship with this Uncle Heng, no matter if it was a confrontation...
Sister Feng glanced at Mrs.
It must be said here that the real owner of the Rongguofu family property is neither Jia She nor Jia Zheng, but Jia Mu!
Han law stipulates, "Grandparents, if the parents are still alive but the descendants are separated and have different fortunes, they will live for three years!"
Therefore, Jia Mu is the real mistress of the Rong Mansion, just because she dotes on her youngest son Jia Zheng and lets Jia Zheng live in the Rong Mansion, but lets Jia She build a separate house with a black gate to live alone.
As Mrs. Wang's niece and Jia She's daughter-in-law, Sister Feng became the only candidate to manage such a large business in Rong Mansion, and there was no objection from both houses.
Coupled with the fact that he is sharp and well-rounded, and has the approval and favor of Jia Mu, this naturally leads 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 not only has to flatter Baoyu, but also has to deal with Mrs. Xing acting like a monster from time to time.
Jia Heng didn't know what Sister Feng was thinking. A faint fragrance floated between his nose. He knew it was the incense that Ping'er was wearing. His face remained as usual and he looked calmly at Ping'er who was studying ink.
I saw the girl Liu Ye's eyebrows were curved and thin, with a round face and fair skin. She was wearing an emerald green skirt. Compared with Bai You, who was generally favored by later generations, this girl had fair skin, but she had a plump face and a slim figure.
She is plump and plump. Although I don't know how it compares to the ceiling of the obese world, she still has a graceful and beautiful appearance that belongs exclusively to the Twelve Hairpins in the Red Mansion.
Jia Heng also has some recognition of the kind-hearted girl at the center of the original work, especially the incident involving Jia Huan just now, which he witnessed with his own eyes.
"The rare thing is that next to Sister Feng, she can still have such a doughy temper. And judging from the rouge and gouache just now, this Ping'er is also a thoughtful person." Jia Heng smelled the scent of musk and orchid, and thought
.
A word gradually emerged in my heart: "Hui Xin Lan Zhi."
Thinking of this, he paused slightly and glanced at Sister Feng. There were two flavors, one behind the other.
I don't know why, but a sentence from "Book of the Later Han" suddenly came to mind: "Living with good people is like entering a house of orchids, and you will not smell their fragrance for a long time; living with evil people is like entering a house of abalones, and you will not smell their fragrance for a long time."
It smells bad. However, Zhilan was born in an abalone shop... I have to say, it is quite interesting."
Ping'er felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the sudden warmth in the cold eyes of the young man opposite him. He turned his head slightly, staring at the book table with undulating eyes in his cloud-like hair with light yellow flowers on his temples.
"Uncle Heng, his eyes are so sharp. No wonder Second Mistress Lian...is afraid of him."
"Miss Ping'er, the ink block is ready for grinding." Jia Heng said softly.
Ping'er was startled, raised his jade face, and said with a chuckle: "That's good. I haven't done much grinding in normal times. Uncle Heng, you don't think my hands and feet are clumsy, right?"
"How could that happen?" Jia Heng smiled, but did not answer. He picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the memorial.
He took the brush from Ping'er and started writing on the memorial.
The handwriting is naturally upright and gentle, with round strokes and a Guange style.
The content is nothing more than what I did, saw, and thought in these two days.
The first thing is to find out Qiu Liang's corruption and make arrangements for the restructuring of the Five Cities Military and Horse Division.
The second thing was the plan to use the Emperor's Sword to intimidate two fellow magistrates of Jinyi in the Jinyi Mansion, and to request the Jinyi Mansion to assist in rectifying Jianghu forces such as the Sanhe Gang in Dongcheng.
Here, although he knew that Emperor Chongping must have other channels in Jinyi Mansion to collect his words and deeds into a book and submit it to the palace, he did not do everything in detail, and even made his views on Lu Jingyao clear in the end.
Finally, it is an apology, telling how the clan invited the emperor's sword to borrow the emperor's power, and taught the children in the clan to be normal and respectable, but because of this, they used the emperor's sword without authorization and entrusted it to others with the emperor's life and death. Please also ask
The Holy One punishes sins.
Ping'er's beautiful face paused slightly, holding a handkerchief in her sleeves, quietly looking at the memorial written at the desk to commemorate Chen's present day, and a strange thought surged in her heart.
Especially looking at the clear, stern face of the young man with thoughts and calm eyes from time to time, his bright eyes trembled. Thinking of the power of that person just now, he felt that between movement and stillness, he was like a painting, or rather
A book that makes people look at it and not put it down.
If we use the words of future generations, mature men who work hard will have their own charm BUFF. Of course, there is also a prerequisite for success in career.
The social beasts in the cubicle who have no money and work around are not included in this category.
Jia Heng, now, is not writing the inner reference that is mostly used to prop up table legs and press instant noodles, but is directly writing memorials that reach directly to heaven.
For some girls who can only see a narrow world in the inner house, this has a feeling of dimensionality reduction, which goes well with the youthful face that is similar to her own age.
That unreal dreamy feeling is so shocking.
That’s why Zhang Ailing said, “You have to become famous as early as possible. If you come too late, happiness will not be so satisfying.”
If you have power, you should take advantage of it early. You will have many blessings throughout your life. Chang'e has loved young people since ancient times.
Not far away, I saw Jia Heng writing at his desk. Although Jia Zheng felt itchy, he couldn't go over to read because Jia Heng had just finished his memorial.
Not only Jia Zheng looked at the young man aggressively, Sister Feng also looked at Jia Heng who was writing at his desk. Her eyes lingered back and forth on Jia Heng who was writing at his desk and Ping'er with a dazed look on his face. There was a feeling in her heart that brought the two together.
