Corrupt official in the Red Chamber

Chapter 9 Bribery
Early the next morning, Jia Dairu took the parcel and left home, then went to Rongguo Mansion to ask to see Jia Zheng.

If it is an ordinary person, it is not so easy to meet the master of Rongguo Mansion.

But Jia Dairu is an exception.

On the one hand, he has a high seniority in Jia's family, and on the other hand, he is also in charge of Jia's private school, which just suits Master Jia Zheng's wishes.

Therefore, as soon as the boy below came in to announce, it didn't take long for the word "you are invited" to be heard from inside.

Jia Dairu followed a boy around for several times, and finally came to Jia Zheng's small study room - Mengpo Zhai.

Outside the study, Jia Zheng was waiting for Jia Dairu with several Qing guests.

As soon as he saw Jia Dairu coming in, he quickly stepped forward and saluted.

"My uncle came to the house, but I missed him from afar. Please forgive me."

"Don't dare." Jia Dairu didn't dare to accept his courtesy and quickly took a step aside.

Jia Zheng straightened up and smiled, then personally led Jia Dairu into the study.

After that, the guests and hosts were seated, and then the waiter brought fragrant tea.

Jia Zheng picked up the teacup and took a sip, then put down the cup, and asked Jia Dairu who was sitting beside him:
"Uncle's visit this time, could it be that Brother Rui is in poor health and needs some medicinal materials?"

Some time ago, Jia Rui's body became extremely ill, and the doctors prescribed Dushen Decoction to prolong his life.

But the Confucianism of Jia Dai didn't care about such things, so Jia Dairu came to the mansion in person and begged Jia Zheng once.

This time Jia Zheng still thought that Jia Rui was in poor health again, so he wanted some precious medicinal materials to prolong his life.

Jia Zheng didn't care about these medicinal materials. After all, Jia Rui was also of his own race, and saving his life was considered a merit.

"Let Cunzhou (Jia Zheng's word) worry about it, my grandson's body has recovered."

Jia Zheng had a smile on his face after hearing this, "That's good."

Jia Dairu also nodded in relief. Originally, he thought that the white-haired man would send the black-haired man, but he didn't expect his grandson to recover miraculously.

"Then I wonder which doctor prescribed the medicine that Brother Rui used to achieve such speed?"

Jia Zheng also knew a thing or two about Jia Rui's illness. Since he had already used Dushen Decoction, he must be dying of illness and had to use ginseng to continue his life. Why did he recover within a few days.

Jia Dairu said happily: "No medicine was used."

"Oh, why is that?"

"That day, a lame Taoist priest came and said that there was a precious mirror, which was specially used to treat difficult and miscellaneous diseases, and it was specially sent to my grandson. In Rui Ge'er's room, I didn't expect that the mirror was really useful, and within a few days, Rui Ge'er recovered from his serious illness."

After hearing this, Jia Zheng was amazed.

Then everyone chatted about some ordinary idle things, Jia Dairu saw that the time was almost up, so he said.

"This time I came to the house to ask for something from Cun Zhou."

"If uncle has something to say, just say it, and there is nothing to ask for."

Jia Dairu did not speak immediately, but picked up his package from the table next to him and opened it to reveal a square tripod.

Jia Zheng was also arty, and he couldn't take his eyes away when he saw Fang Ding.

Then he involuntarily stood up from his seat and walked to the side of the tripod to watch it carefully.

The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this thing had an extraordinary origin.

At this time, a voice beside him said: "I'm afraid this is a ritual vessel from the Jin Dynasty during the Spring and Autumn Period."

Jia Zheng turned around and saw that it was his Qing guest Zhan Guang.

Zhan Guang, also known as Ziliang, was good at painting fine buildings and gold and stone.Among Jia Zheng's Qing guests, he was the most favored by Jia Zheng.

After hearing Zhan Guang's words, Jia Zheng immediately knew that the square tripod in front of him was indeed a treasure.

However, Jia Zheng is a bit of a noble person. He has always been adhering to the belief that no merit will not be rewarded, so although he likes this thing very much, he didn't ask for it.

Jia Dairu looked at Jia Zheng's expression from the side and knew that this treasure had caught Jia Zheng's eyes, so he smiled and pushed the tripod forward.

"If Cunzhou likes it, put this thing here, and you can appreciate it slowly."

After hearing this, Jia Zheng stroked his beard and shook his head.

"Impossible, a gentleman does not take what others like."

After finishing speaking, he sat back on his seat, but kept his eyes fixed on this Fang Ding.

Jia Dairu knew that the matter was already half done, so he smiled and said.

"It's not a free gift of Cun Zhou. The main reason is that I have something to ask for, and I don't have any valuables at home, so I brought this Fang Ding."

Jia Zheng thought for a while after listening, and then said: "You and I are of the same clan, if you need help with anything, just ask, it will be a bit honorable to send these things."

"Haha, I know Cunzhou is righteous, but after all, things have to be managed from top to bottom. How can I let Cunzhou pay this money for me?"

Jia Zheng thought about it for a while, and it was true, so he asked, "Then I don't know what's going on with Uncle. If I can do it, I will help you with all my strength."

Jia Dairu was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "You also know that your nephew Rui Geer has no talent in literary studies."

When he said this, Jia Dairu had some regrets on his face. After all, in this society where culture is more important than military, it is the right way to get the first place in the imperial examination.

After hearing this, Jia Zheng also nodded.

It should be said that Jia Rui has been studying literature for 20 years, but he has not even passed the entrance examination for a little boy, which shows that his talent is really poor.

"Isn't it? He's nearly twenty years old now, and he still hasn't accomplished anything. I'm an old nerd with no connections, so I want to ask Cun Zhou to find a relationship so that he can get some money by working in the army. "

Jia Zheng frowned, and then said: "Uncle, although Brother Rui failed in the imperial examination, he has studied for decades after all. No matter how he is a small official in the yamen, it is good. To be a leader?"

Jia Dairu sighed.

"This kid doesn't have much talent in literature, but he still has some aptitude in martial arts. The old man in the family left a gun manual, and he practiced it in private. I didn't expect it to be beneficial, so I thought about letting him enlist in the army. Maybe You can make a fortune."

When Jia Zheng heard that this was the case, he didn't say anything more.

He sat there thinking for a while, and finally said with a smile: "If you want to be a big soldier in other places, we people in Jia's house really can't bear this face."

"Let's do this. I'll write a greeting note to Dai Quan, the manager of the Daming Palace. I'll see if there are any shortcomings in his work and ask Rui Ge'er to take care of them."

Who is Dai Quan?

He is the general manager of the Daming Palace and a confidant of the current Emperor.

If such a person writes a note to the official department, he can't be a big soldier, at least a small official of the sixth or seventh rank.

Now Jia Dairu is somewhat skeptical about the fact that he forced Jia Rui to study in the past.

If I had known earlier that if I sent this square tripod, my grandson would be able to become an official immediately. There would be no need to force my grandson Han Chuang to study hard every day.

"Thank you Cun Zhou, thank you Cun Zhou."

Now Jia Dairu stood up excitedly, regardless of his seniority, he continued to salute Jia Zheng.

Jia Zheng was a very upright person, so he couldn't let his elders salute him, so he quickly jumped off his seat, stepped aside, and then supported Jia Dairu with both hands.

"Uncle, you can't do this, you can't do this, it's time to kill Cun Zhou."

Jia Dairu now slowly regained his composure. He sat on the chair again, his eyes began to shine. He spoke a few more words to Jia Zheng in a happy mood, and then said goodbye and left.

As for the square tripod placed on the table, Jia Dairu didn't even look at it.

But Jia Zheng kept sending Jia Dairu out of the courtyard door of the small study, and then brought Qing Ke back into the study.

Then he came to the side of the square tripod in three or two steps, gently lifted the tripod, and brought it to his eyes for a closer look.

Then the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he had got a treasure.

As he touched this treasure, the smile on his face became wider and wider.

After a while, Jia Zheng gently placed the square tripod on the table next to him, and then said to Zhan Guang, the Qing guest below.

"Debit one thousand, five hundred taels of silver from the account, and take my name card. You can go to the house of Prime Minister Dai in person."

"Yes, sir."

(End of this chapter)