Chapter 175: Unintentionally leveraged

Beidu.

On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, sacrifice to the kitchen.

In tradition, this is a very important day. Although it is not as grand as the New Year, it is related to the health of the next year. Even if a poor family is hungry for three days, they have to find ways to make a piece of sweet cake to wipe the lips of the Grandpa of the Kitchen God.

"God tells good things, and return to the palace to bring good luck." Whether the weather will be smooth next year and whether the disaster will bring good luck, all depends on the real head of the family, Grandpa, the Kitchen God.

In front of the Grandpa of the Kitchen God, even the 80-year-old man was also a junior. He said a lot of good things carefully and respectfully burned the portrait of the Kitchen God who had been "busy" for a year. He posted the portrait of the Kitchen God who had been "invited" to him, and then he finished it.

But the end of the year is still over, and the oil and salt money owed on credit is also at the time of repaying the debt. Almost most families have to avoid asking for debts, and at the same time take out the items worth a few dollars at home and sell them.

It’s the New Year, a new couplet, a door god and a few crunchy Shandong firecrackers are indispensable. Even if you don’t eat or drink, you have to buy all the necessary items for the New Year. If you have a little looser life, you will also change to two liters of white flour. If you have a few more sticky pieces, it will be enough for the children at home to be happy until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Mr. Guan Er was carrying a pig's head that had not yet faded in his left hand, and two strings of bright red candied haws on his right hand, and walked on the street humming a small song. In this year, it is definitely a good family who can afford a whole pig's head.

Mr. Guan Er is a famous figure in Xicheng. It’s not that he is rich and powerful, but because he has a broad mind and has friends in all kinds of careers. He just has trouble with his friends who he doesn’t know. He just needs to go to Mr. Guan Er’s house and keep food and drink, and he still has enough money before leaving.

Although the second master was not a rich man in the past, he also had fields and produces, especially the vast travels. Even the beggars in the city had many friends with the second master. It is said that in the past few years, the second master had never lived in the house, and they were all friends from all over the country.

Such loyalty and such ancient Mengchang style also made the second master famous.

Even now, although the Second Master’s life is in panic, it is still the number one person. Everyone who sees it has to respectfully shout "Second Master".

No matter who said hello, Mr. Guan always responded with a smile. He couldn't help but instruct: "It's the New Year, this world is not a life for people. If you can't pass the New Year, you can't hide it if you have enough money. What's missing to me?"

In fact, everyone knows that Guan Erye is not having a good life.

If you didn't see it, then what? The second master's robe with patches on his body was covered, and the servants and maids at home had long been dismissed. It is said that they were selling their house...

This is true. Just to buy the pig head in your hand, the two of them had been holding it in for several days. They sold two cabinets at home without telling their wife, so that they could get the money for the New Year.

"Hello, Second Master, I've been paying my best wishes to you."

"Haha, okay, everyone is fine. When I have free time, I will go and have a few drinks at home."

Mr. Guan smiled and greeted the neighbors he knew or not.

"Hello, Er Master, this candied haws are really good. They are the hawthorns from Guyu, right?"

The second master was stunned and glanced at the person in front of him who had never seen before. Unlike before, the one who said this was no longer the strong man in his past, but a woman in her thirties, who spoke with a Shandong accent.

The second master shouted loudly: "Guyu? Is your hawthorn from Guyu? Is the hawthorn in our capital from the Spring Equinox."

"Second Master is talking about it. A relative from afar is here. Please ask me to bring a message to him..." The woman lowered her head and said, "The family is not easy. I want to ask the second master to live a good life..."

"It's easy to say, it's all the closest relatives who are anxious. Let's go to our house and don't drink the wind on the street."

After a few words of a very secret incision, the second master knew that the female relative in front of him was a very close "rel" and the kind of "rel" who didn't come to the door without any important matters.

The children at home snatched the candied haws like wolves.

"Hello, Second Grandma." The woman smiled and greeted the second master's wife.

The aunt at home knew the nature of the second master. Although this second master was already poor, he often brought some strange people to his home and raised them with delicious food and drink. Just for this, the aunt muttered a lot, but the men at home had such an old temper and gradually got used to it.

"Give you two money, go to the street to get a pot of wine..." The second master sent out the doll and his wife, and it was a not very neat military salute: "The second generation of the banner of the seventh killing camp's sixth team's flag officer Guan..."

"Forget it, is there any situation here?" asked the woman with a Shandong accent in a low voice.

"The Tartars were drawing troops outside the pass, and they had just issued two orders to Wu Sangui, the dog thief. One of them was to allow Wu Sangui to collect materials on the spot..."

The woman asked, "How many troops did the Tartars draw from outside the pass?"

"I don't know this yet, and the brothers of this banner cannot detect it."

"How much do you know of the will you give to Wu Sangui?"

"I don't know this. A brother from Wanping was on the post station. He knew this little when he was caught."

"Very good." The woman took out four ingots from the bag behind her and also an exquisite jade Ruyi: "This is the hard money the Fourth Master gave to his brothers. You little flag cannot shorten your money."

The second master, who is so proud of his face, is actually very poor at heart, but his eyes are still there, and you can tell at a glance that the jade Ruyi is valuable. Especially for the business he and his brothers who have done, it is really hard to move without money as a support, so he was not polite and hid Yuanbao and Yu Ruyi: "What else do you have to do with the Fourth Master?"

"You hide yourself well and don't just show the Tartars, this is what the Fourth Master said."

"Also, there seems to be a happy event on the Twenty-Seventh Day Inlaid Red Flag? Please help me inquire about it."

...

The 26th day of the twelfth lunar month is approaching.

I have to get the money for washing and sewing and repairing the cushion and oil and salt bills that I have been credited for a year. Although the items for the New Year are pressed down again and again, the most basic items cannot be missing. Although I can't afford meat, I just need to buy a few onions to fool the baby and the wife at home, right? The New Year is about the end of the New Year. For the poor, the New Year is about passing the New Year. The little babies have been calculating the days of the New Year with their fingers, but the adults still have to work hard. This year is not so easy.

For the bannermen in the city, the New Year is a truly festive day.

The capital city is within a radius of 500 miles, and is all the private property of the bannermen. Whether it is mountains, forests, ponds, plump fertile land, big mules, horses or living population, they are all the private property of the bannermen. Especially during the Chinese New Year, even if the slaves die of poverty, they must worship the New Year gifts of filial piety. There are also local officials' "care money" and "supplying money" and "supplying money" have also been added. The most important thing is that the money for life-raising in the court must be distributed on time.

Don’t look at the Han people working for a year, and when the New Year is over, they can’t get anything into their hands. The bannermen and men sat in the teahouse to play, and some money flowed into their homes like a river of silver.

The more you get to this point, there will be more marriages and marriages, and those servants must be filial to you. For this purpose of making money, the wedding and hiring of the bannermen is always done very well.

Nowadays, the bannerman is the master. If you want to do things like marrying a child and hiring a wife, you must do the glory and dedication. If you follow the old Manchu style and marry your wife into the house with a pig and a vegetable, it would be really embarrassing, and you would never show the glory and temperament of the bannerman. Any bannerman who has such a big thing, will not be embarrassed to come out to meet people if he doesn't have such a big deal.

In the Red Flag of Inlaid, the Silbi family is not a big family, but there are actually a few people who have made great military achievements among the clans, especially in the Abalu family, where the old Silbi is a gang leader in Daming Mansion, and the little Silbi's marriage is quite grand.

The girl's family is the Fucha family of Zhenglan Banner. If it were according to the customs of the past, the Silbi family would not be able to touch the threshold of the Fucha family. But the situation is different now. Although Zhenglan Banner is still wearing the big hat of the Three Banners, no one knows that this iron hat will never be worn for a few days.

Since the Taizong era, the Zhenglan Banner began to decline. By the Dorgon era, the Zhenglan Banner, one of the three banners, was almost scraped away. Especially now, the court seems to have stopped treating the Zhenglan Banner as a son. Not only do they not think of ways to add, the two yellow banners and the two white banners are both trying to use the Zhenglan Banner...

In this way, the status of the two red flags becomes subtle.

When it comes to the major events in the court, these bannermen can only know that they are ambiguous, but the threshold for Zhenglan Banner is not as high as before, but it is a real thing. Especially when the daughter of the Fucha family married into the Sirpi family, this is a clear proof.

Although the Fucha family seemed to be in decline, it was also a serious and wealthy family. Marrying such a daughter into the house was also considered a matter of glorious family for the Silbi family, so the marriage was handled more pompously and gloriously.

Tomorrow is the day of the wedding, and the first day of marriage is as lively as the day of the wedding.

Gifts from this banner and the outer banner have been piled up into small hills. Most of the bannermen give each other gold, silver and money, while the gifts in the local area are elegant objects such as agate, jade, antiques, calligraphy and painting. They look inconspicuous, but they are really valuable.

As for the gift gifts given by the servant below, it looks like they are young and young, but they are not worth much money. I gave the gift giver a white bread, at most two slices of old fat, and then I quickly sent him away.

On such a happy day, people come with prominent figures. It is not comfortable to see these timid Han people in the village beside you, right?

The old guy who sang the ceremony savored the ups and downs and recited the stack of gift lists from beginning to end. Old Silbi, who was the leader of the famous ginseng, greeted the guests from time to time...

As for the groom, Xiao Silbi, there is no need to worry about these things, and he is gambling in the inner house behind him.

Like most children of the bannermen, although the sixteen-year-old Silbi is considered a warrior, he has never been on the battlefield at all. Especially in recent years, in addition to doing some messy things in the capital, he has just been to the restaurant and listen to big shows. As for bullying men and women, he has been tired of doing things like bullying men and women. Now it is more popular to raise red prostitutes and give red corners and steal girls on the streets, he will definitely be laughed at as if he has never seen the local buns on the market.

The confidante who raises a book and teahouse is just raised outside, and she doesn’t spend the night there. She listens to the confidante playing a small song and drinking a cup of tea all day long. Isn’t it much more elegant than just pressing the king on the kang and slapping it?

Xiao Silbi is not very interested in marrying the Fucha family. How can he play with a mandarin aunt with big feet be a wife? Manchu women are not good at not singing songs and writing poems, and have no mood at all.

Although Fucha's family has a high threshold, Xiao Silbi doesn't want to curry favor with him. However, this marriage is made by Lao Silbi, so it is obvious that he wants to borrow strength from each other and cannot be pushed away.

Xiao Silbie didn't care about these things. Anyway, if you marry your new wife tomorrow, the matter would be fine. You should find a few interesting confidants and find a few, just treat it as a kitchen prince for your family.

Although the wedding was about to come, Xiao Silbie still bet, and he was very happy.

It would be really weird to say that this matter is really because of the great joy in your body and the gambling luck is amazing.

Silbie has never been so smooth in his life, as if all his luck in his life burst out tonight, and he has won thirteen consecutive games.

The bannermen of this era don’t like to play sex and Paijiu, and their favorite and best-known thing is Betting Honghei.

A box of four squares is called a treasure box, which contains a red or black lamb leg bone. The one who bets the color will win, similar to the odd and even one in the Central Plains.

This thing has no skills, it is just a mind.

Xiao Silbie won thirteen consecutive games, all of which were bet black, and every game was black.

The gold and silver in front of him were too much to count, and Xiao Silbi didn't know how much he won. There were also a few green rings and rings, and the beautiful jade hat and pure gold belt buckles also won a lot.

Perhaps because of winning money, Xiao Silbi's face turned red, blue veins on his neck rose, and his excited sweat kept dripping: "Betting black, you must still be black..."

"Nonsense, I've already driven more than a dozen black ones. If I don't drive red, I'll cut my fingers..."

"What's the big black formation? I heard from the old man in the clan that all thirty-six black hands have happened. This is called the big black formation..."

There are too many times when I open black. Who has seen that I open more than a dozen blacks? They all lost their eyes red, and they squeezed the huge gambling table in the center, making a sound: "Betting red, if you don't open red, you'll be really a ghost, it's definitely red..."

Whether it is black or red, it ends up in the square treasure box in front of you.

Xiao Silbi firmly believed in his judgment that the dealer was playing the entire black formation. When everyone was lucky enough to open the red, he kept opening the black to the end. Until everyone's mind changed, the dealer would change first.

"red!"

Amid a heroic shout, a few silver ingots and a small golden Buddha statue were on the red letters.

Perhaps it was because someone took the lead that these unyielding gamblers also followed suit and bet on the bet.

If you lose, you lose. Anyway, it’s not the money that the Han people have given you filial piety. What if you win...

"I'll still bet on black!" Infected by this atmosphere, Xiao Silbi was also very proud and pushed the countless gold, silver and wealth in front of him to the black.

With the shouts of "Buy and leave", the noisy and lively room suddenly became quiet.

It was almost absolute quiet. Everyone held their breath, and even the sound of sweat falling from the tip of their noses seemed to be clearly heard. They stared at the square treasure box in front of them, staring at the square.

As the treasure box opened, everyone's hearts were thumping.

Everyone is concerned about whether the lamb leg bone in the treasure box is black or red?

Little Silbi's sweat fell into his eyes, and he didn't bother to wipe it. After seeing the color in the treasure box, he jumped up excitedly: "It's black, I've said it's black..."

The gamblers who bet on the red immediately shouted loudly...

wrong!

The gambler who was immersed in ecstasy or great sorrow then remembered that the thing in the treasure box was not very good.

It seems to be a little bigger, right?

What was lying in the treasure box was indeed a black thing, but it was no longer a lamb leg bone dyed black, but a thing as big as a cucumber, emitting blue smoke...

Although none of these bannermen’s children had seen this thing, the name of Iron Cucumber has long been well known. After a little stunned, this thought suddenly popped up in my mind: Iron Cucumber.

The quick-reacting "Ao" just shouted, turned around and ran away.
To be continued...