The hutong street opposite Shichahai in the inner city is the home of several power centers of the Dashun court. There is a street in the middle of the street. Whenever the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, fireworks lit up the night sky, and the scenery of Shichahai can be seen in the tall buildings here.

In the street, the eunuch Dai Quan, the eunuch in charge of the Sili Supervisor, was in the luxurious and magnificent lobby. Jia Zhen, in casual clothes, only sat half of her butt.

Once upon a time, the luxury of the third-rank general was able to approach this, and it was gone forever. It was truly glory and the object in the mirror. It was easy to come and go.

If Jia Cong had not emerged, Jia Zhen would still be able to talk to Dai Quan in a private manner, but at this time he had to beg him servilely.

Dai Quan didn't even look at Jia Zhen. The old man was lying between two soft couches, one with his feet and the other with his back. He covered the needlework bureau from the 24th yamen of the inner palace, the filial Songjiang cotton cloth from the squash and hat office, with his head against the lake silk and wearing the Shu brocade of the home. Dai Quan was still dissatisfied: "It's a hot day, it's too stuffy, a small nail, fan the air!"

Dai Quan, who was by the emperor and Dai Quan who left the palace were completely different.

Jia Zhen suppressed his resentment, the noble who was above the past, humiliatedly put on a flattering smile, stood up like a slave, and pulled the cloth strip: "My father-in-law is hot, so I can fan you all the time."

Dai Quan's big fan is specially designed by the worker officer, and it requires two or three people to pull it. Once it is pulled, the room is full of spring breeze, which is better than electric fans. However, it consumes manpower, but for Dai Quan, this amount of manpower is nothing.

The little eunuch who had just entered his mansion had already bent over. Jia Zhen was a pampered man, although he had practiced bows and arrows and had some arm strength, but he was alone. He couldn't pull him, and he blushed and worked with the little nails, so he barely fanned out the wind.

"Oh! How dare our family work on the condescending general of the third-rank hero?" Dai Quan felt embarrassed.

This is a blatant irony, humiliation, who doesn't know that Ningguo Mansion is in name only? He has long been deposed?

Speaking of the title of "Duke of Ningguo", the nine thousand-year-old eunuch Wei Zhongxian was granted the title of his godson Wei Guangwei. (Cao Xueqin must know about this. Could it be that Lao Cao was specifically a satirizing Ningguo Mansion?)

Jia Zhen did not think it was offended and smiled: "Make it!Make it! The old minister grew up watching the emperor. I am now a gangster and fanned the old minister. Not to mention humiliation, it is too late to say that there is no blessing. How many people in the world have such blessings?"

The little naizi next to him thought to himself: "This man is so shameless when he flatters. I have to learn from him..."

Although they have been accustomed to hearing a lot of flattery in private, Dai Quan is still very happy. People like them who are physically incomplete are despised by court officials and especially hope to be recognized. If they cannot obtain it, they will become more and more powerful in seizing power and wealth. This is a pathological psychology derived from physically incomplete.

"After talking, I won't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. What else do you have to ask for our family? Our family is precious. We must go to the Sili Supervision Office every day. We have a few pens and we are still waiting for our family. We don't have so much time to talk to you..." Dai Quan sipped a cup of expensive Jiangnan Rainqian Longjing. There are real and fake goods in Longjing in front of the rain. There are not many people in the world who can taste the real goods.

He smacked his lips, it was really enjoyable...

"I have accepted this love from the old minister. If I save my parents, my children and grandchildren must repay me with their grace..." Jia Zhen recognized his grandfather on the spot and bent happily: "The son of the grandchildren will submit a memorial soon. In the name of the supervisor, if the official position is not passed by the minister, the cabinet will not be passed, and the minister will also ask the minister for help, which is related to the grandchildren's life. Only 30,000 taels outside the door are worthy of the old minister..."

"Come in." Look, what kind of ministers? I won't crawl at our feet? Humph, Dai Quan waved his hand and said, "Okay, go out. Let me tell you the truth. Our family still looks down on this little money. But the rules cannot be messed up. Money is done in business and the pig's head is so popular that our family will give you a copy. What does Long Live the Lord say? It's not our business anymore..."

"Thank you, my minister!" Jia Zhen was very happy and ordered his servant Xier and Shouer to carry the silver bill box in. Dashun's capital bank silver bill was still worthy of credit. Jia Zhen took a few steps back, bowed to the threshold before turning around and going out.

Dai Quan was secretly happy and laughed: "The four major families in Jinling do not ask for Wang Ziteng, come to our family? Are the clans fighting in the internal struggle? These noble families have a group of worms and worms, and they have not stopped... No wonder Mr. Long Sui was dissatisfied... Isn't his family dissatisfied? Forget it, this is not our family's business. Do you not offend Mr. Long Sui when you enter the palace, and do not offend the powerful ministers and nobles after leaving the palace. This is the way to be an official..."

"Little Nailzi, how many years have you been in our house? Where are you from?"

Little Nailzi was trembling with joy: "Report to my godfather, my son has been in the mansion for three years. That year, my godfather still pitied my son. My son is my father-in-law's fellow villager, from Hejian Mansion. There were too many castrated people at that time, and my son was not elected to the palace..."

In ancient times, eunuchs were a popular profession. Some famine civilians who were desperate, or bankrupt gangsters, often castrated themselves and wanted to enter the palace to make a fortune. However, it is difficult for such people to be selected. According to the procedures, the craftsmen in the palace must be in charge of the work.

They could not find the "Sunflower Book", so they naturally could not become the second Dongfang Bubai and Yue Buqun. Therefore, there is a reason why these people who wandered around society and castrated themselves were discriminated against and were psychologically distorted.

In the long river of history, behind the famous eunuchs, there are countless unknown and miserable eunuchs. Countless people spend their whole lives working as hard laborers and fireworks in places such as the Clothes Washing Bureau, and have achieved success. Eunuchs are not enough to be considered. They also need auditions, preliminaries, and finals. They are not accompanied by the powerful Sili Supervisor, the Imperial Horse Supervisor, and the War Staff Bureau's godfather, and they have no hope in their entire lives.

"Recognize words?"

"Recognize a few."

"Tomorrow, I'll serve our family to enter the palace." Dai Quan stood up and asked him to serve: "It was the fellow villager who gave you this opportunity. You can't enter the Silijian anymore. In the palace today, several princes are fighting openly and secretly, with cold stoves and hot stoves. Prince Yu's stove is the coldest. Our family recommends you to burn it there, maybe the stove will be hot... Get dressed for our family, look at the four-clawed python clothes, which is only one claw less than the dragon robe of Wansui. It's so fresh. It's not..."

"Oh, hey..."

...

"I look at this painting strangely, but I look unique. People don't know the beauty of Zidu, but it's the world's eyesless. Jia Zili, don't you?" The young man seemed to have known Jia Cong for a long time, so he paid for the painting and put it in his own wide sleeve. Even if he wanted to be peaceful, his aura would not look like an ordinary person.

"Young master likes it, flying eagles and shallow fish, and I don't want everyone to agree with them. The first person to eat crabs can also be called Bo Le. If you use it, you will do it, and if you leave it, you will hide it." Jia Cong spoke. When the guests in the lobby heard the three words "Jia Zili", they were in an uproar, looking at the owner of Shanhai Bookstore like a rare thing.

"This is a wonderful saying. It is worthy of being a person who can write "The Scholars". All your books are required, including the collection of essays and "Xiao Lin Guangji". If you are rough, you will be rough. If you can use your heart, you will not be rough." The young master smiled, and he was obviously condescending, but he gave people a feeling of kindness.

"There is so much happiness." Jia Cong ordered Sun Fu to pack a set. The young master paid the money with ease, but he just looked at Jia Cong for a few glances, without stopping, and bowed a little.

Luo Gaocai and Zheng Yeliao were stunned: I really bought those weird calligraphy and paintings by buying a box? Mr. Jia is really foresighted!
Chapter completed!