The full name is Long Jinwei, the guard of the imperial guard of the Forbidden City, the Forbidden City.

Jia Zhen was a little hesitant when he heard this.

Is this price wrong if it is a fifth-rank military officer?

But Long Jinwei has no real power, it just sounds nice.

And you have to get up early and go to the palace to be on duty.

To say it is beauty and lack, it is for ordinary families.

To a family like them, it is almost the same to say that it is hard and flawed.

Beauty is really far-fetched.

"Yesterday, the third brother of the Marquis of Xiangyang came to beg me, and now he has brought 1,500 taels of silver to my house."

This is the quote.

Although Long Jinwei Jia Zhen was not satisfied.

But he had already said that, and he couldn't immediately refute Dai Quan's face.

"You know, we are all old lovers, no matter what, we are just looking at his grandfather's separation and responding randomly."

Dai Quan knew when he saw him that Jia Zhen was not very satisfied.

Fortunately, he is well versed in the way of hunger marketing, so he started laying the groundwork as early as the first sentence.

"There is still a shortage left. Unexpectedly, Feng Fatty, the governor of Yongxing, begged me to donate to his children."

Speaking of this, Jia Zhen felt nervous.

Donating or not is one thing.

Whether you can donate is another matter.

When I heard that I couldn't donate, I was a little anxious.

Dai Quan was waiting for this reaction, and saw this and smiled:

"Fortunately, I haven't had time to respond to him. Since our children want to donate, let's write a resume first."

These ups and downs took Jia Zhen tightly.

He could not refuse any more after he had said this.

I was busy asking someone to write a red paper resume.

Dai Quan read it and said:

Jia Rong, a supervisor of Jiangning County, Yingtian Prefecture, Jiangnan, was twenty years old.

Great-grandfather, formerly the governor of the Jingying, hereditary first-class general Jia Daihua.

Zu, Jia Jing, a Jinshi in Bingchen.

Father, the hereditary third-rank general, Jia Zhen.

He handed over and took over with a close servant and ordered:

"I went back to send it to Lao Zhao, the official of the Ministry of Revenue, and said that I would like to pay my respects to him to get a ticket to the fifth-rank Dragon Prison, and give me a license, and fill in the resume."

He paused, and slightly increased the volume, as if he was talking to Jia Zhen.

"I'll send it to the silver tomorrow."

The servant quickly responded.

Jia Zhen had no expression.

The two of them exchanged greetings for a while, and Dai Quan stood up and said goodbye.

Jia Zhen kept the money many times and finally sent it out of the mansion.

Before getting into the sedan chair, he took the opportunity to ask:

"Will I go to the ministry to pay the silver or send it to the inner prime minister's mansion?"

Dai Quan knew that Jia Zhen understood what he said just now, and then smiled with satisfaction:

"If you go to the Ministry of Justice and suffer another loss, it would be better to justify one thousand taels of silver and send it to my house."

It was sent to the ministry, which was donated.

After all, it was recognized by the court.

Delivering it to your home means privately to receive it.

Purely sell official positions and titles.

Jia Zhen naturally understood, but the hint just now...

It should be considered explicit.

He could not refuse.

At this time, he could only say with gratitude: "After you are fully treated, take the little dog to the mansion to thank you."

Dai Quan nodded with satisfaction and left in the sedan chair.

Then he heard the shouting again and it turned out that it was the wife of Zhongjing Hou Shi Ding, who came with his niece Shi Xiangyun.

Youshi, Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Xing, and other female relatives of the Jia family welcomed the person into the main house together.

At this time, I saw the three families of Jinxiang Hou, Chuanning Hou and Shoushan Bo also placed the sacrifices in front of the spirit.

When they were young, the three of them got out of the sedan chair and Jia Zhen personally took it to the hall.

Such relatives and friends can’t count them even if you come and go.

Jia Lian and Feng Ziying were just in front of them and socialized wildly.

Jia Zhen of the master doesn't care about it, and no one else will say much.

And they don’t need to sell, they can talk about it in a few words.

So, a good funeral.

There were Jia Lian and Feng Ziying, who used this to talk about the building materials business.

There are also Jia Zhen and Dai Quan who privately granted and sold official positions.

That doesn't count.

Someone else came back from Jia Jing.

The wife of the grandson and daughter-in-law are gone, and the master refuses to show his face.

He said that he was afraid of being infected with the world and delaying his ascension.

Just rely on Jia Zhen to cook.

Jia Zhen took charge of the matter outside, and the later house Youshi also handled the matter in an orderly manner.

The old women from the in-laws who were present all looked at her with admiration.

On the forty-nine days, there was a Ningguofu Street.

Baiman, people come and go,

Clusters of flowers, officials come and go.

During this period, Jia Rong changed into auspicious clothes and went to the Ministry of Revenue to receive the official position.

The offerings and uses of deacons in front of the spirit were all changed according to the fifth-rank rank example.

The spiritual card memorials all read:

"Appointed the pleasant spiritual position of the Qin family of Jiamen."

Here, the "Qin Family" is full of grief and honor, and there is no need to say more about the title of imperial edict.

Keqing was free from his freedom there and had been drifting on the sea for many days.

Before the "Qin Family" was buried, Keqing had already arrived in Liuqiu safely.

What greeted her was a brand new life.

There are also those that affect her new life...

A brand new name!
Chapter completed!