Without Yangzhou, you cannot understand the beauty of Jiangnan.

The rainy days of the day have just stopped, and the world is shrouded in thin smoke.

Like a dream, like a illusion, like a poem and a painting.

On the clean bluestone slabs washed by rain, the mottled patterns are engraved with traces of time.

The houses on both sides of the streets, which are not spacious, are all gray tiles and white walls.

Sharp cornice.

Occasionally, a small river passes through, and the White Stone Arch Bridge can be seen bent high.

The street hangs thousands of steps away from willows, and the sunset reflects the two cities.

It feels like a painting.

Jia Cong had never traveled to Yangzhou in his previous life. Now he was walking on the ancient streets of Yangzhou. He felt that his reputation was well-deserved and that he lived up to the beauty of Jiangnan.

It is like two worlds with the majestic and majestic Shenjing Chang'an.

"Sir, the salt administration office is in front of you."

When he walked south along Dongguan Street and arrived at a three-in-one mansion, Guo Yun, the head of the personal army, saw that Jia Cong seemed to be unaware of anything, so he reminded him softly.

Jia Cong, who was looking away, came to his senses and looked to the side of the street, and saw a tall gate tower located there.

A plaque hung on the gate tower, with the inscription:

Yangzhou Salt Administration.

The gate is closed, with Yigu Tower on the left and a bell tower on the right.

The sky had just cleared off at this moment, and the long-lost morning light shrouded the door tower through the hazy mist, painted with a layer of golden light.

There are already pedestrians coming and going on Dongguan Street, and pedestrians coming and going will notice the seven people standing in front of the Salt Administration.

It seems that these foreigners are incompatible with this outstanding Jiangnan...

"Knocking on the door, I will say that someone from Rongguo Mansion in Chang'an was sent to visit Mrs. Lin and Miss Lin on the order of Mrs. Rongguo."

...

Among the three salt government offices, the first entry is the hall, which is the first defense door for the supervision personnel to enter and exit.

The Salt Administration Yamen is not an ordinary Yamen. The Salt Censor has 300 salt soldiers under his command, specializing in anti-smuggling salt.

Those who dare to smuggle salt are all desperate people who pin their heads on their waists.

Therefore, the salt soldiers are the most powerful force in Yangzhou City.

As far as Jia Cong knows, Lin Ruhai's serious illness is now the root cause of the injury that he was unable to heal when he led the salt soldiers to arrest the private salt prisoners.

Lin Ruhai was ordered to envoy the imperial censor. He was born in Tanhua. He was so noble that he ended up like this. It is conceivable how brave the salt soldiers under his command were.

When someone was led through the front hall, Jia Cong was surprised when he saw a team of salt soldiers at the front door.

It is obvious that these salt soldiers have seen blood and energy.

If the lieutenants in Thousand Houses of each province were of this level, Jia Cong thought he would be unable to obtain even a Thousand Houses of Thousand Houses.

Even if you win, you will win miserably.

After passing the Yimen Gate, you will enter the second place.

It can be seen that the central hall and the left and right wing rooms are imitated by the government offices, and are places for various departments to work and handle salt affairs.

It was still early at this moment, and no officials came to the yamen.

Passing through the conference hall is the third entry, which is the back house.

This is the residence of the Yan Yan Censor and his family, and men outside are not allowed to enter.

The person who led the way also changed from a minor official to a nanny, so naturally, Jia Cong could only enter.

Guo Yun and Shen Lang insisted on waiting outside the Chuhua Gate, and the other five followed the yamen runners to have tea.

Jia Cong, with empty hands, followed the Lin family's nanny into the Chuhuamen with all kinds of eyes.

...

In the inner house, the lady's boudoir is fragrant.

"Bang!"

The dull and sad atmosphere in the boudoir for several months seemed to be broken by the rude sound of pushing the door.

Stepping on the bed, a thin girl leaning against the bed, sitting quietly crying, heard the movement, raised her head and looked at the door, and a trace of dissatisfaction and resentment flashed through her slightly red and swollen eyes.

The one who pushed the door open was her personal maid Zijuan.

But she didn't understand why this girl who has always been the most considerate and caring girl now ignores her thoughts...

Seeing that her girl shed tears again, Zijuan did not persuade her to coax her like she used to do so. She stepped forward with some excitement and said excitedly: "Girl, guess who is coming soon?"

The girl Zijuan mentioned was naturally Lin Daiyu, the daughter of Lin Ruhai, the salt administration in Yangzhou. Lin Ruhai was seriously ill and knew that he was not much time, so he sent someone to pick up his daughter.

According to the rules, if you have no children before serving you before your death, you will become a lonely ghost after death...

Recently, Lin Ruhai's health has become worse and worse. Seeing that the situation is just a few days ago, how can Daiyu not be sad?

She is sad all day long, and she has no intention of guessing riddles...

What's more, except for the old ladies from Zhongzhong or the people from the Lin family in Suzhou, who else can come?

Seeing Daiyu ignored her and continued to cry, Zijuan smiled so hard that her face was full of flowers, and she insisted on pulling her up.

Daiyu angrily said, "Are you crazy today? No matter which one he came, what does it have to do with me? If someone comes from Suzhou, he will ask the housekeeper to receive him. If the old lady sends the person, he will ask Brother Lian to pay attention to it. What a great thing, I have to go to greet him in person? Do you want to change the master..."

Zijuan was so angry that she almost fell down when she stomped her feet and said angrily: "My good girl, it's the third master here! Cong San Master..."

When Zijuan mentioned the third master for the first time, Daiyu didn't even react.

Until the second chapter talked about "San Master Cong" that Daiyu understood who came here.

She frowned slightly and said in confusion: "It's him, why is he here?"

A figure quickly appeared in my heart, a gentleman was as beautiful as jade.

Many similarities to her...

This feeling is a bit complicated.

Zijuan said happily: "Why do you care about him? Meeting an old friend in a foreign land will make you happy in life!"

After saying that, he forced Daiyu to walk out again.

This time Daiyu stopped struggling, but she still kept saying no: "I know that your hooves are restless. This is my hometown. Come back to your hometown."

Zijuan didn't say anything, just smiled and pulled her away.

After a few steps, we arrived at the main hall.

...

"Third brother!! Why are you here?"

In the front hall of the main hall, Jia Lian looked at Jia Cong with a calm expression falling from the sky, and was very surprised.

There is also a middle-aged woman in the front hall, with a beautiful and dignified appearance, and is Lin Ruhai's concubine, Aunt Yue.

After his spontaneous wife Jia Min passed away, Lin Ruhai has been in short supply and has not re-stringed.

All matters in the house in the future were arranged by Aunt Yue.

When he learned that someone from Chang'an in the capital was coming, Aunt Yue naturally had to come forward to meet him.

But she didn't expect that the person who came would be the Chengjue person of Rongguo Mansion now.

Jia Cong first nodded slightly to Aunt Yue, which was considered a greeting.

Aunt Yue is just a concubine, and she is not polite to her.

Doing things randomly will make people look down on it, just right.

When Aunt Yue saw Jia Cong ignored Jia Lian, she nodded to her first, calm and steady eyes, and immediately put away her contempt because of her young age.

She has seen many people and things, and knows that just such a look is not something that ordinary people can do.

However, when she smiled, Jia Cong had already looked away and looked at Jia Lian.

Jia Lian wore a turban on his head, which was deeper than the turban on someone else's, covering his right ear.

It seems that Jia Lian looks good and is much fatter than last year.

Although Jia Cong was younger than Jia Lian, he inherited his title and was the head of the Jia family, so he didn't have to give a big gift. He just nodded to Jia Lian and said, "I haven't seen you for a year, and my second brother looks good."

Although Jia Cong seemed a little unkind and didn't even smile, Jia Lian was still enthusiastic and laughed happily, "Jiangnan raises people..." He said with a little shame, "How could the third brother lose too much in the Qing Dynasty? I think it's because the land of Hei Liao is too bitter and cold. By the way, how could the third brother come here?"

Jia Cong shook his head when he heard this and said, "Let's not talk about this for now, go and see my uncle."

Jia Lian slapped his head when he heard this and blamed himself: "I blame me for forgetting the serious business." As he said that, he sighed again, and introduced Aunt Yue and said, "My uncle is not very good, and the doctor said that it has been these few days..."

Aunt Yue started crying aside.
To be continued...