That night.

Jia She Jia Cong and his son ransacked the homes of Wu Xindeng and several accountants.

Then a post threw Wu Xindeng, his wife, and the accountant into Shuntian Mansion.

Leave it for later review.

Naturally, all the servants and servants in the so-called "Wu Mansion" were driven out of Ningrong Back Street by the Qilin Guards.

It's raining at this time.

The snow is coming, and the freezing rain is freezing.

There was a sound of mourning and crying in the whole back street, and Jia She didn't even move his eyebrows.

He happily took Jia Cong back to the east courtyard to take inventory of the collected property.

One hundred thousand in cash was found in Wu Xindeng's home alone, as well as countless properties, shops, antiques, and other valuables.

Although the families of other accounting stewards are not so wealthy, they should not be underestimated.

It can be seen that the trend of love abuse among Jia officials is prevalent.

At this time, the general manager of the bank warehouse and the accounting clerk were all wiped out.

Jia She immediately ordered several of his accountants to enter the bank warehouse.

He also picked up a man named Tu Changheng from Xishan Zhuangzi and became the general manager of the bank warehouse.

From then on, the entire bank was firmly in the hands of Jia She.

The remaining large inventory of silver from yesterday and the silver in Wang's private treasury should not be used blatantly.

That’s why I packed the 300,000 taels directly and sent it to the Ministry of Finance.

In addition to setting aside some of the things taken from this slave's house, they can repay the money owed to the national treasury.

He accepted everything else with a smile.

Jia Cong was secretly amused.

If nothing else, tomorrow this cheap guy will definitely become a famous figure in Shenjing again.

Who can repay the national treasury with money and still do such a thing as confiscate the property of a slave?

Unexpectedly, Jia She was such a bastard that he did it unscrupulously.

Jia She, Jia Cong and his son looked at each other and smiled at the long line of boxes.

Smiling like two cats who just stole a big fat fish.

Jia Cong gave a thumbs up to Jia She: "Dad, you are not cow beer, you are cow itself!"

Jia She has long been accustomed to hearing these weird words from Jia Cong.

He threw his head back and laughed.

Jia She winked and said: "Cong'er, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"Tomorrow your good grandmother and my good mother will definitely turn into monsters!"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "I won't bet with dad!"

Grandma Wu was the person released from Jia Mu's side. Although she was not as decent as Lai's mother, she could not be despised either.

Touching her would be like slapping Jia Mu in the face.

How can Mother Jia not be angry?

Becoming a monster is inevitable.

Jia Cong changed the subject and asked: "By the way, dad, why did you only leave two hundred thousand taels of property?"

Jia She said: "These five hundred thousand taels were owed by your grandfather when he took over. It is only natural and right for a son to pay his father's debt."

"The rest..."

He smiled and did not continue.

……………………

Late at night.

Rongqing Hall.

Grandma Wu, with disheveled hair, knelt in front of Jia Mu's bed.

"Miss, this old slave will not survive..."

"My son, son and daughter-in-law were all sent to Shuntian Mansion by the elder..."

"How could they, in this cold weather, endure the pain of that prison..."

Mother Jia's sick look was still there, and she was lying quietly on the bed.

Even the thick three-layer brocade quilt covering the warm pavilion bed could not hide the cold air coming from her body.

She didn't know that Jia She was merciful to her this time.

There are definitely more tricks in the warehouse in the back building of Rongqing Hall than in Wang's private treasury.

But, she just hates it!

I hate that Jia She doesn't see Jia Zheng's biological brother at all, and scolds him whenever he wants, without any mercy.

I hate that Jia She did not care about the dignity of the wealthy family and built the Rongguo Mansion and turned it into the Shenwei General Mansion.

I hate Jia She that everything is not to her liking, and the money owed to the treasury will be repaid as soon as she says it will be repaid!

I even hate that Jia She doesn’t have her as a mother in his heart and behaves arrogantly and domineeringly!

"You stay in the house first and wait for tomorrow. I will have my own reasons tomorrow."

Jia Mu sent Aunt Wu away with a few words.

With a dull face, he secretly made plans in his heart.

…………………………

The next morning.

Mother Jia forced herself to stand up.

Immediately ask Yuanyang to apply makeup on her.

Yuanyang naturally knows the good things Jia She did last night.

I could only advise in a low voice: "Old lady, you haven't recovered from your illness yet. Why are you going to the palace again now?"

Mother Jia sighed deeply.

"If I don't enter the palace, I'm afraid that in a few days, there won't even be room for me in this palace..."

Yuanyang did not dare to persuade her any more, so she could only keep silent and help Jia Mu dress up.

After Jia Mu finished dressing up, she left the house in a sedan chair.

Little did she know that long before she entered the palace, Jia She and Jia Cong also entered the palace.

Today is not a day for morning service.

Tianxi Emperor Tu Yu was still reading signs and meeting people in the Qinzheng Hall.

Hearing that Xia Shouzhong came in to report that Jia She had brought Jia Cong into the palace, there was a wry smile on his face.

The great achievements that Jia She had made in the middle of last night had all been passed on to him by the secret guards.

"Shou Zhong, let's go see if your third master is waiting outside or in the pavilion?"

"I'll go there after I've finished seeing people."

Of course Jia She would not blow the northwest wind outside the main hall of Qinzheng Hall.

He was relaxing around the fire in Dongnuang Pavilion while chatting with Jia Cong.

Xia Shouzhong came from the main hall.

Seeing Jia She crying and laughing, he said, "Third Master, you didn't have enough trouble last night, so you came to the palace again?"

Jia She chuckled.

"My good, biased mother also entered the palace today, and I can't stay here to guard her."

"Are you still waiting in the palace to be scolded by the imperial edict?"

Of course the ones Jia Mu wants to see when entering the palace today are Emperor Yongtai’s disciple Tang and Concubine Zhen.

Tianxi Emperor Tu Yu and Jia Mu not only have no friendship.

Moreover, because he was dissatisfied with Jia Mu's poor treatment of Jia She, he would not give Jia Mu the glory of being a saint.

"So the third master also knew that he was going to be scolded today?" Xia Shouzhong chuckled.

Jia Shepi smiles but doesn't smile.

"Anything that makes me unhappy, that old lunatic in Daming Palace will do it happily."

"By the way, why didn't he just marry my partial wife back then?"

"You want to point it out to my father?"

"You don't have to worry about the whole Rongguo Mansion because of her!"

Jia's mother was born in the Hou family, and she was a daughter of the minister, so she was naturally qualified for the draft.
To be continued...