With Yun Qiwei's status as a bannerman, there is no problem in borrowing two hundred taels from the bank, but the interest will be higher. If the bank doesn't borrow, Jia Liu has a back-up plan, which is to use the few dollars left after the family was wiped out by his father.

Some of the ten acres of land deed were stolen and mortgaged.

No matter what, I have to find a way to raise the money.

The price is, at worst, getting beaten up by Jia Daquan again.

To put it bluntly, after Jia Daquan's death, everything in the Jia family belongs to Jia Liu. Now it's just an overdraft in advance, so what's the big deal.

Along the way, it’s true that returning home is like an arrow (stealing one’s heart is like an arrow).

The Jia family was from the banner of the Han army, so they lived in Mancheng, which was the inner city of the Ming Dynasty.

After the founding of the Qing Dynasty, the inner city of Beijing was transformed into a full city. Except for bannermen and officials, the Han people in the outer city were not allowed to enter. If found, they would be beheaded, or they would be exiled to Ninggu Pagoda or the bitter cold places in the northwest.

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The Jia family belongs to the Zhenglan Banner of the Han Army, so like the Zhenglan Banner of Manchuria and the Zhenglan Banner of Mongolia, they live in the area within Chongwenmen.

Because the old man of the Jia family, Jia Taibao, was an important minister in the DPRK, the Jia family's courtyard actually had a good geographical environment, being located next to Xiliu Hutong in Zhenglan Banner, Manchuria.

After entering the alley and arriving at the door of the house, Yang Zhi was still trying to persuade the young master not to do stupid things, which made Jia Liu's head grow bigger. He glared at Yang Zhi angrily and said, "If you don't tell the old guy, he drinks every day."

How could a drunk person know?"

"But,"

"It's nothing!"

Jia Liu clasped his hands behind his back, looked at the only servant of the Jia family, and said seriously: "Shuan Zhu, you have to take a longer view. Now I am the young master, what about the future?"

Shuanzhu is Yang Zhi’s nickname.

"In the future? Of course the young master will be the master."

Yang Zhi's answer satisfied Jia Liu very much. Just when he was about to point out the nature and importance of the master, there were sudden rapid footsteps in the yard, and then the closed door was opened, revealing a chubby old man with a anxious face.

He appeared in Jia Liu's sight in panic.

The old man is none other than his father, Jia Daquan.

Before Jia Liu could ask what his father was doing in such a hurry, his father stepped forward, grabbed his good son, and pulled him out of the alley without any explanation.

This confused Jia Liu, and while breaking away from Jia Daquan, he said angrily: "Old guy, why are you pulling me?"

"Go to Dutong Yamen with dad!"

Jia Daquan, who had been fighting with his beloved son for several years and had been angry and fainted several times, this time actually called him a "little bastard" without saying anything, and then slapped him down twice. Instead, he was as furious as the sky falling down.

He seemed to drag his son and ran out of the alley.

"Why are you going to Dutong Yamen? I'm not going. I have other things to do. If you want to go, you can go alone..."

Jia Liu didn't want to miss the great opportunity to go to Jia Daquan's room to rummage through the cabinets, so he tried his best to get rid of this crooked "top beam".

The bad habits I contracted from my predecessor are not only related to the current environment in which bannermen children only care about pleasure, but they are also inseparable from this old man who was not upright.

"You kid has something wrong with you! Stop being so stubborn. Something big is going to happen. Follow dad and leave quickly. If you're too late, it'll be over!"

Although Jia Daquan was fat, his body had been corroded by alcohol and sex, and he was already out of breath after running such a short distance.

"What happened?"

Jia Liu realized that something might really have happened, otherwise Jia Daquan, who could not help the oil pot if it fell over, would not be so anxious and panicked.

"The Tongtong Yamen has put our family on the list of flag-offers. If you don't go to the Yamen with dad to make trouble, tomorrow we will be Han Chinese in the countryside!"

Jia Daquan was so anxious that he picked up the iron plate of hereditary Yunqi Lieutenant in his hand and slapped it on his forehead, "I, the Jia family, are heroes. The old man has made great contributions to the Qing Dynasty. Your father, your father and I have also made great contributions to the Qing Dynasty."

Blood, how could they do this to our Jia family!"

His voice was so sad that he almost cried.

"Bah!"

The birdcage in Jia Liu's hand suddenly fell to the ground amid the lingering sound of his father's encyclopedia.

What the hell?
Chapter completed!