Ming Jiajing: Starting from Immortality

Chapter 17 Xu Jie recognizes his father, and the family becomes one!

Xu Jie's eyes seemed to be about to sparkle with tears, but he held them back and agreed to donate the silver.

Right in Yan Song's study, he wrote a handwritten note with great enthusiasm, asking the clerk of the Yan Mansion to go to the treasury of the Second Assistant Minister's Mansion to get silver.

"The emperor likes to eat Liuxinju's pickles. I send him a jar of new pickles every season. Today is the sixteenth day of the first lunar month. Wait a little longer and Liuxinju should deliver the spring pickles."

Yan Song calculated the days and hours, and consoled him: "Shaohu, you haven't accompanied me to study for a long time. Take advantage of the good times and accompany me to study. Wait for the pickles from Liuxinju and your donation of silver."

talking.

Yan Song handed over a copy of The Book of Songs.

Xu Jie moved his lips and looked at Yan Song as if he wanted to say something, but he said nothing.

About two hours later, at noon, twenty jars of pickles from Liuxinju were carried here, occupying a large area of ​​the courtyard.

The shopkeeper of Liuxinju was a middle-aged man. He was led outside the door, but he did not dare to go in. He knelt in the corridor and said loudly: "I pay my respects to you, Lord.

This year, our shop has a large variety of pickled vegetables, a total of twenty jars, presented to you. "

The shopkeeper was a smart man. He saw from afar that both Yan Song and Xu Jie were sitting in the study, so he changed the "Lord Yan" he usually called to "Lord".

Whether this "Grand Master" refers to Yan Song or Xu Jie, only the shopkeeper himself knows.

Done.

He lowered his head and knelt there, not moving anymore.

Yan Song and Xu Jie heard these words, and they put down their books.

Yan Song did not rush to pick the pickles to present to the emperor. He looked at Xu Jie first and said, "Shaohu, what did you see?"

Xu Jie had no interest in studying, but he knew the Book of Songs, one of the Four Books and Five Classics, by heart, and could recite it without thinking, "Alas, my parents, who have worked so hard to give birth to me."

"It's nice. Logically speaking, the most difficult thing to repay in life is the kindness of parents, but how many sons think this way? Nine out of ten sons think that it is their parents' duty to treat them well, so it becomes a matter of course to do so.

Shaohu, you and I both have many children and grandchildren, you should also feel that the love between father and son is only between father and son, how often have you seen a son love his father?" Yan Song said frankly.

It reveals a bitterness that goes straight to the spleen and lungs.

Xu Jie, who was about to know his destiny, suddenly felt a sense of identification with his adopted son's feelings, but he quickly suppressed it.

The man in front of him is Yan Song, the powerful prime minister who has been in charge of the Ming Dynasty for twenty years. He is a person who never speaks without reason or expresses emotion for no reason.

At this time when undercurrents were surging in the political situation, these words were obviously pointing at Xu Jie everywhere.

The Yan Party and the Qing Liu had been attacking each other for many years and finally stopped fighting and made peace for the first time. Yan Song pointed out to him the future path to take, and he was not so sincere even to his own son Yan Shifan.

Xu Jie should be grateful.

Being treated as a son, he had to be grateful. Xu Jie was as silent as a child, listening attentively.

In his heart, Xu Jie frantically comforted himself. Yan Song was 81 years old and he was only 58. They were two generations apart in age, so it was not a disadvantage for him to be treated as a son.

Seeing Xu Jie's submissive look, Yan Song knew to stop while he was ahead. He looked outside the door and said in a good mood, "Is that Shopkeeper Zhao? Come in."

"Yes." Shopkeeper Zhao was immediately delighted, got up and walked into the study.

"It's been twenty years. It's hard for you to send me pickles several times every year. I remember you have said many times that you want me to write a plaque for your store. Today I will write it for you." Yan Song seemed to be nagging.

Hear the words.

Xu Jie's eyebrows jumped. This was another warning. Yan Song was hinting that as long as he followed him sincerely, he would get endless benefits over time.

Shopkeeper Zhao immediately bowed his head, kowtowed repeatedly, and said, "I thank the governor for the plaque."

The Yan Mansion always had high-quality rice paper of various sizes on hand. Yan Song's personal page, Luo Longwen, the Minister of the Ministry of Public Administration, was away, so Xu Jie took over.

The rank of the book boy was raised again, from the Nine Ministers to the Second Assistant Minister of the Cabinet.

Following the instructions, Xu Jie pulled out a piece of rice paper cut into a strip from the cupboard on the wall and placed it on the imperial desk. The ink in the inkstone box inlaid with gold and jade was also soaked in high-quality silk cotton. It was then melted after being placed on the charcoal fire and slightly roasted.

Xu Jie then scalded the brush in warm water, then helped Yan Song to the desk and handed him the brush.

Holding the pen, Yan Song's aura suddenly changed, as if he had grasped the world. He concentrated all his strength, dipped the inkstone into the inkbox, and wrote the word "six".

Even though Yan Song was in his octogenarian years, his handwriting was exceptionally full and powerful.

Then he dipped the brush in ink again and the character "心" was formed, followed by the character "居".

These three characters are written with full brushstrokes and bright ink, which are rare and good characters.

"Shaohu, this calligraphy is the best I have written in the past twenty years. Please put your seal on it." Yan Song looked at the scroll and said with satisfaction.

Xu Jie was greatly surprised, and then his face changed. Once this chapter was issued, there would be no distinction between the Yan Party and the Qing Party in the court.

However, in the fight for the supervisory power of the Performance Evaluation System, increasing the military pay in Fujian and Zhejiang, replacing rice with mulberry, smuggling, etc., Yan Song's cooperation was still required. This chapter had to be completed.

"Thank you, Lord." Xu Jie gritted his teeth, took out the seal from the brocade bag on his waist, stamped it heavily in the cinnabar ink box, and then stamped it neatly on the upper right corner of the banner.

The shopkeeper of Liuxinju almost fainted with joy. He kowtowed several times and said excitedly: "I will go back and carve it and hang it up tomorrow morning."

After bowing for the last time, Manager Zhao climbed up, bowed his head and retreated. When he walked out of the gate of Yan's mansion, he raised his head, stiffened his neck, looked high up, and started his way back with great enthusiasm.

The Prime Minister bestowed a character, and the Second Prime Minister added a seal. How can Liuxinju be short of blessings in the future?

"As a minister, you must be loyal. As a son, you must be filial. As a human being, you cannot do without the words loyalty and filial piety. Shaohu, it's time to enter the palace."

Yan Song's words were full of energy, and he shouted, "Someone come!
Pick a jar of eight-treasure pickles and I will present it to the emperor."

Yan Shifan has been sleeping till now.

After hearing that Xu Jie had come to visit him, he simply washed up and hurried to the study, just then he saw Xu Jie helping his old father out.

The old father smiled like a chrysanthemum, so brilliantly, and no one had ever smiled at him like that.

This picture of "loving father and filial son" shocked Yan Shifan so much that he subconsciously slapped himself.

The pain and burning sensation clearly told Yan Shifan that this was not a dream.

Yan Shifan had countless questions to ask and countless words to say, but he could only keep them in his heart. At the call of his old father, he held onto the other arm.

Outside Yan Mansion.

There were carriages lined up for miles. When the Xu family's housekeeper saw Xu Jie coming out, he hurried over and handed him an account book.

Xu Jie took it expressionlessly and put it into his sleeve. He would report to the emperor later.

Yan Song sat in a sedan chair accompanied by Xu Jie, while Yan Shifan was walking outside the sedan chair.

The wheel tracks slowly turned and headed straight towards Yuxi Palace.

(End of this chapter)