Clayton Xie's Enchanted Feast Chapter 4

Whether it's Persimmon or the Crown Prince, there are more important things waiting for Clayton Xie to face right now.

After dismissing the medical officer, the elder began to report dutifully on how the outside world had changed while Clayton Xie was sleeping.

For example, the Holy Master came to Jiangzuo.

"Brother-in-law is back too? Why are you back? To see me? To worship ancestors?" Clayton Xie's mother's family has a tradition--no matter how old a family member is or how far they have traveled from home, every day Every year, one person from one branch always takes time to go back to his hometown to worship his ancestors. After all the men, women, and children of the Lao Wen family became relatives with God, this tradition became even more important to abide by. It is said that only by returning to the land of Longxing frequently and soaking up the dragon's energy can Daqi's rule be protected for eternity.

I don’t know whether this statement is effective or not. Anyway, Clayton Xie only knew that his cousin Emperor Wen had to come back to worship his ancestors even at the risk of being assassinated. And Emperor Wen's subsequent ending is known to the world, and his blood was spilled on the battlefield.

It seems that neither God nor the ancestors are reliable.

The old man's eyes were obscure and his tone was vague: "The official came here just to see you at first. Now he still stays in Jiangzuo because he is blocked by other government affairs."

"Oh." Clayton Xie has no interest in political affairs and does not intend to delve into it. He already had a splitting headache, and hearing about the thick officialdom would only make it worse, so there was no need to embarrass himself. So he just asked, "What about my mother?"

Even his brother-in-law who was the emperor came to Jiangzuo, so it was natural that his mother would not come back.

"Di Ji just left not long ago..." The old man put his hands down and lowered his sleeves to cover up the expression in his sunken eye sockets.

"Diji" is a unique honorific title for princesses in Daqi. It was specially changed by Emperor Wen, who was romantic by nature. One of the reasons is that Emperor Wen has been pursuing Zhou rites all his life and wants to carry out the retro movement, and the princesses of the Zhou Dynasty are called "Wang Ji"; the other reason is because the title "Princess" is not unique enough and is not accepted by the former. Due to the influence of the imperial dynasty, the daughters of Daqi princes and princes could also be honored as princesses, the same as royal daughters.

Emperor Wen didn't have any children yet, but he had an aunt and respected her very much. No matter how much he thought about it, he felt that his aunt deserved the most special title in the world, so he decided against all opinions and decided on "Emperor Ji".

The honorific title of Di Ji has not been implemented for a few years now, so people basically still call her Princess Di Ji.

"...Something happened. Dachang Diji went to Yingtian to greet the Queen Mother again."

It can be said that as soon as Clayton Xie woke up, all the big shots in Yongji who could stir up the situation magically gathered in Jiangzuo.

Now, even the Queen Mother's Feng Jia is coming to join in the fun.

After Emperor Wen's death, his pregnant Queen Nie was honored as the Queen Mother according to the old practice. Even though Maxwell who subsequently ascended the throne was actually the uncle of Queen Mother Nie's deceased husband in terms of seniority, she also had the title of Queen Mother. Known as Queen Mother Nie.

Clayton Xie didn't know if it was his sudden fantasy or if it really happened. Along with the memories of the old man, he seemed to vaguely recall the incense that his mother used to use, and her rough palms full of calluses. , caressing his face lovingly, and sighed softly: "My dolphin is blessed, it is best not to wake up at this time."

These words were a bit baffling, but Clayton Xie thought that his mother was a very baffling person, and she even brought her own mother-in-law filter. Even if her son was really not praised for his civil and military skills, she could still forcefully pull out other things. , just like my son has a good heart and my son is in good health.

--- Ms. Wen is definitely the only princess who really dares to use "good health" as a reason to ask for a title for her son from the emperor.

Now that Clayton Xie's health is not good, it's better to change it to "blessed". This is definitely something that may happen to the eldest princess.

The "lucky" Clayton Xie touched his head, which was wrapped in circles of white gauze, and thought to himself that he must be really lucky. A large piece of sky stone fell down, and he was just After being comatose for several months, I survived completely.

By the way, Tianshi!

"Where's the damn stone?!" Clayton Xie gritted his teeth, preparing to take revenge and complain. The last memory he had before passing out was that it hurt so much from being hit.

The old man couldn't laugh or cry: "The Emperor Ji had already ordered people to prepare it for Tianning Wanshou at the South Peak. Ninety-nine and eighty-one eminent monks from various temples across the country were invited to perform rituals and chant sutras, in order to eliminate evil and bring good, and turn evil into evil tools. It is a spiritual weapon that can bring blessings and longevity to the husband. This sutra must be recited for seven or seventy-nine days, and the time has not yet come."

"You mean, when that broken stone comes back, not only can I not break it, but I also have to support it?" Clayton Xie was always a little clever in places that shouldn't be clever.

The old man smiled awkwardly: "The one you invited is a spiritual weapon, and you can't do it accurately in the past."

"I heard before that as long as a person has an ultimatum, as soon as he becomes a monk, all the things he committed before will not count. I didn't expect that even hurtful things can be gilded with this method now?" Clayton Xie curled his lips, with a smile on his face. Disdainful. Ever since he fainted while kneeling in front of the golden Buddha statue in Daxiangguo Temple, and his uncle and cousin were still dead, he no longer believed in those gods and ghosts.

The elder of the house couldn't explain Clayton Xie's fallacies and could only remind him over and over again: "This is what Di Ji means. It will only benefit you and will not harm you. You must not be willful. You must do it at noon on the last day." , invite Tianshi back from Tianning Wanshou."

"I know, I know." Clayton Xie waved his hand perfunctorily, feeling a little dizzy again, "Speaking of the Ghost Festival, shouldn't the house start preparing?"

"Everything follows the rules of previous years. I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to wake up in time, so I invited people from the Fourth Division and the Sixth Bureau in advance. It was very appropriate."

The Fourth Division and the Sixth Bureau is the name of a government-run labor organization. In the previous dynasty, they were service organizations specially set up to host grand banquets for the imperial officials and clan princes. After Daqi, it became a business for the imperial court to make money. . Yes, even if the imperial court openly tries to make money, there are many, many yamen like Daqi that can make money independently.

As long as they can afford it, the Fourth Division and Sixth Bureau can serve any portal and provide professional services, banquets, gatherings of literati, get-togethers with friends... there is nothing they cannot prepare.

Of course, on a relatively important festival like the Hungry Ghost Festival, it is rare for ordinary people to queue up to make an appointment for the services of the Four Departments and Six Bureaus, and the ministers cannot allocate enough.

As a princess, Clayton Xie is also a well-known evil dog yamen and a privileged class. Naturally, there is no need to make an appointment at his house and he can jump in the queue at any time. In Clayton Xie's opinion, he couldn't be more bad like this.

Of course: "Remember to give more compensation to merchants whose quotas have been squeezed out."

It's one thing to jump in line, but it's another thing to compensate. You can't be too bad, right?

The old man smiled, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to become more wrinkled: "I have already given it away."

No matter how Clayton Xie strayed from the topic, the house elder had the ability to get back to the topic: "The official family is expected to stay in the palace for a long time this time, not just a day or two. The palace has already completed repairs on several palaces, including the main hall. It is expected that by the end of the year It can all be completed. It is said that it may need to be expanded, otherwise there will be no room for the adults to go to court. "

"Let's get to the point." Clayton Xie got a headache when he heard about the government affairs. He really didn't have the political sense, and he didn't care about the deep meaning behind every move of the court.

"The old servant heard this for a few times and thought that the officials wanted to move the capital to Jiangzuo."

"What?" Clayton Xie was stunned. No matter how ignorant he was, he knew that the palace in Jiangzuo was really not big. It could even be said to be the smallest palace in the history of the dynasties. Unless his uncle was crazy, he would live in such a palace for a long time. Although the palace in Yongji is not big, it is better than the palace in Jiangzuo. Why change places?

Moreover, his brother-in-law has only been on the throne for a few months. With his courage, does he really dare to make such a big decision?

Isn't it just those old ministers who only know how to talk? Why are they instigating this kind of thing? I can't think about it anymore, my head hurts.

"It will be of great benefit to you to move the official capital to the capital," said the old man bluntly.

"What's the benefit?"

"Do you still remember the street where you were given the imperial gift in front of the palace?" The old man guided him step by step.

How could Clayton Xie not remember? In the past three years, he has been recuperating in Jiangzuo. Apart from eating, drinking and having fun, he has also started to rebuild his deserted streets. Although there is still not a single house within a ten-mile radius, Clayton Xie still builds his own street as if playing house, and he still has a lot of fun. He often orders the female servants in the house to change clothes and come with him. A large-scale interactive role-playing game. Even if others call this place a ghost town, he doesn't care.

"It's not a ghost town now, my husband, think about that place..." The old man tricked Clayton Xie into thinking for himself step by step.

"The boundary? It's connected to the main street in front of the palace. Oh, Sh!t, if the capital is moved, the palace will be the imperial palace, and the main street will be the imperial street. How much money will be made if that street is turned into shops and sold?! I finally want to Lucky for you!" Clayton Xie almost jumped up in excitement. Unfortunately, his weak body limited his excessive spirit, and his excitement was very limited.

Clayton Xie has been in Jiangzuo these years, but he has been doing a lot of work, ahem, no, he has been studying business. It's a pity that he probably really doesn't have the talent for business, just like he doesn't have the talent for politics, joining the army, or studying essays.

If it weren't for the emperor's cousin and his mother's monthly salary support, Clayton Xie would probably have to sell his father's calligraphy and paintings on the street.

Clayton Xie's father is the national treasure-level calligrapher Xie He. His calligraphy and paintings are still worth a lot of money.

"Most of the merchants are philistine and unstable. Selling is a one-time deal, which is not cost-effective." The old man continued to teach, not bothering him at all. Just like adults teach children to eat and talk, they can teach them great enthusiasm for even simple things.

"Then let's rent. Aren't there many people in Yongji who make money by renting houses? Which Xianggong (prime minister) is here? I remember that I made a lot of money by renting houses in Yongji. We can do it too! Rent to those who come from Yongji The officials in the capital, yes, yes, they are the richest. I don’t know how much it costs the treasury to support Lian every month. If I earn more, it can be considered as saving money for the motherland. Go and take a look. "

"It's ready." The housekeeper smiled and handed over the details and contract that had been written a long time ago. The professional housekeeper has been hired, and the housekeeper has also said hello to confirm that he will not be involved in official affairs. conflict.

As mentioned before, Daqi is a business-driven dynasty, and the court will definitely take part in any industry that makes money.

There are various types of yamen that make money, including four divisions and six bureaus, as well as shop and housekeeping services. Store housekeeping is a business that specializes in real estate leasing and buying and selling. In fact, rent is one of the main sources of Daqi's financial income.

The location of the street owned by Clayton Xie is really advantageous, or so advantageous that not even public offices like shopkeepers, who are ordered to make money, can't compete with it. The most important thing is that this is the only one, there is no semicolon, it is well-decorated, and you can move in with your bags. How to improve the style of the entire street is what Zhai Lao is currently discussing with Clayton Xie.

"Some adults have already moved in. Before you woke up at that time, the old servant took advantage of the situation and made his own decisions. The old servant thought privately..."

When Clayton Xie looked at the income in the account book, he almost couldn't believe his eyes. He counted it several times, and his whole body felt like he was floating. No matter what the old man said.

There was only one sentence left in my heart: One! night! Violent! rich!