Chapter 110 The current situation is turbulent and a letter from home suddenly arrives

Early the next morning.

Jia Cong sent Jia Le to Xishan Zhuangzi early in the morning.

Inform Twelve Lu and Qingyu Fanshuang to pack their luggage, clean the courtyard, and prepare to go to Jiangnan at any time.

I took Qi Youlu and Zheng Duofu to Liubu Street.

Jiang Qin was drinking in Ningguo Mansion yesterday.

Seeing Jia Cong running back early in the morning, he pulled him and smiled and said, "Cong'er, why are you here?"

"Where's your dad? Why aren't you with me?"

Jia Cong said with a smile: "Uncle Jiang, my father probably hasn't woken up yet."

"I need some Japanese interpreters!"

Jiang Qin smiled and knocked on Jia Cong's forehead: "Only one. He came to Dachu to settle in Dachu decades ago. How can there be more of them?"

Jia Cong was a little surprised: "Huh? The Japanese language is not taught in the Siyi Museum?"

Jiang Qin laughed heartily, with a bit of pride on his face.

"Since the maritime ban was instituted, the Japanese pirates and dwarfs in the previous dynasty were all frightened. They were the only ones to learn from us."

"What should we do to learn what they say?"

"How about Cong'er go to the Imperial College and ask the Japanese slave students?"

The Imperial Academy and the Imperial Academy are both near Liubu Street, so they are not far apart.

Jia Cong thought for a while and shook his head.

"Forget it, let's meet the old interpreter."

The international students who came from Japan must be very young, and young people are always more energetic.

If there is any secret hidden in those words, I'm afraid it will be leaked.

Jiang Qin ordered the officials of the Ministry of Rites to send Jia Cong to the Japanese interpreter.

Please take care of your official duties first.

The Japanese translator is very old, with a white beard and a stooped figure.

Speak pure Chu Mandarin without any Japanese accent.

Even the clothes he wears are the colors of eighth-grade civil servants.

Jia Cong felt a little relieved when he saw how thoroughly he had become Chinese.

A member of the etiquette department shouted nonchalantly inside: "Interpreter Watanabe, our young master is looking for you!"

The Japanese translator bowed slowly to Jia Cong and gave a long salute: "My young lord, why are you looking for your official office?"

Jia Cong smiled.

Divide the Japanese conversation into two or three parts and say it upside down.

It is also mixed with some later words such as "Baga", "Kong Ni Qi Wa" and so on.

The Japanese interpreter translated it sentence by sentence for him.

Jia Cong organized those confusing words, his face became more and more gloomy.

"Thank you Watanabe for interpreting. Farewell."

Jia Cong first went to the main hall to talk to Jiang Qin.

So he hurried back to his hometown to find Jia She.

He remained silent in the carriage and thought to himself.

"The general mentioned by the Tsukiyotou warrior is obviously not King Beijing. He should be talking about a certain shogun."

The King of Beijing is a king, and the Japanese slaves were deeply influenced by Chu culture, so it is absolutely impossible to distinguish between a general and a king.

"But that ghost woman asked Han Li for something, or what organization she was looking for but didn't say clearly."

Jia Cong suddenly thought of something!

He asked eagerly: "Brother Youlu, was Han Li stabbed in the abdomen once? Or was it two?"

Qi Youlu said: "One knife, one word at a time!"

Jia Cong frowned and rejected his absurd idea.

It is obvious that Han Li's body was lying on his back, not kneeling.

Cutting off all four limbs is not the spirit of Japanese samurai warriors committing seppuku.

Just as I was thinking about it, I had already arrived at the door of the house.

Jia Cong rushed towards the study like a cannonball!

"Dad, you can ask Uncle Wei to ask for the order to take someone!"

"That ghost woman was under the command of the Japanese slave warriors, and there was a general above them!"

Jia She frowned: "Did King Beijing collude with the Japanese slaves?"

Jia Cong said resolutely: "There must be! But this time it was not King Beijing who issued the order!"

"What kind of general is he!"

Jia She said in a deep voice: "Cong'er, I'll take your Uncle Wei into the palace."

"Although the Japanese slaves are small, they have gangrene in their bones and must be guarded against."

No one understands how cruel those Asian dwarves are better than Jia Cong, a remnant soul from later generations.

"Dad, that ghost woman must be hard to catch!"

"Ask Uncle Wei to bring as many experts as possible to break her limbs!"

He has not forgotten that the ghost woman climbed in through the transom that was only one foot square to kill Han Li.

"I know." Jia She responded hurriedly and left the house.

Jia Cong also returned to the front yard with deep thoughts.

Until I saw little Cui'er lying on the Kang table with her head tilted, gnashing her teeth and struggling with paper and pen, trying hard to write big characters.

His mood finally improved slightly.

"Why are you so good?"

Jia Cong looked at the handwriting on the paper that looked like ghost drawings.

Xiao Cuier said with a smile: "Didn't Third Master ask me to serve Miss Lin, Second Miss, and Fourth Miss to go to the garden yesterday?"

"The princess concubine was talking to the other girls, but they couldn't understand many of them."

Jia Cong pinched the double-ringed bun on her head: "So you want to work hard and catch up?"

Little Cui'er bit the penholder and nodded vigorously: "Yes! I also want to read, write and write!"

Suddenly, a drop of ink fell onto the rice paper.

It is obvious that this piece of paper is very important.

Mother Feng came in and saw her, smiled and cursed: "Little hoof!"

"I didn't see you write a few words, but I wasted a lot of paper!"

"It's a good thing that Third Master is doting on me. Try another master and I won't expose you!"

Jia Cong quickly smiled and said: "Feng's mother and Xiao Hong have packed some winter clothes and come out. We may have to go on a long trip in the next two days."

"By the way, pack up the things in that room and move them all to the master's private vault in the evening."

The number of his things is not too large, but there are definitely a lot of rare things.

He was really worried about staying in the deserted front yard.

Xiao Cui'er jumped down from the Kang table and held Jia Cong's sleeve tightly: "Third Master, are Feng's mother and Xiao Hong going too?"

"What about me? What about me?"

Jia Cong chuckled and pinched her nose: "Of course you will go too. Should I leave you alone to look after the house?"

"Not only us, but also the Twelve Laws and Qingyu Fanshuang in Xishan Village are going!"

After training in the Twelve Laws for so long, it would be nice to go out and see the world.

Working behind closed doors is not as good as broadening your horizons.

Xiao Cui'er clapped and cheered: "Great!"

"Third Master, remember to ask my two little sisters to teach me how to fly!"

How can such a half-grown child be unwilling to travel far away?
To be continued...