Chapter 240 Hometown
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Jiang Sima was at least a passing official.
The prefect of Jiangzhou did not need to go out to greet him, but there were people in the local area who were specifically responsible for reception.
Officials protect each other, and the first thing is here, the circle of contacts, when traveling to various provinces, there are at least people to receive you.
If you are a successful candidate in an imperial examination, you may be received in a very small place and have classmates. The classmates of the year before and after are also classmates.
Jiang Sima received less reception because he was a rebel who was recruited.
This kind of official rarely leaves the circle.
Few can go to Beijing to be appointed and promoted.
If the court does not encourage it, if you can become an official and get promoted by rebelling, then why do we study hard and take exams? We will all go to rebel.
Secondly, if those who were recruited could become truly good officials, and all the evaluations were qualified or even excellent, then those who worked hard to become officials would lose face. It is impossible for you, a counter-thief, to become an official, and a good official at that.
Combining the two points, Jiang Sima is a very special person.
In fact, ordinary officials do not want to be associated with counter-thieves.
But Jiang Sima actually married his daughter to the only son of the Meng family.
At least his identity among the counter-thieves is very clean.
The level is also there.
Even if the local officials of Jiangzhou City wanted to pretend not to see it, they still sent people to greet them.
However, they saw the drama of selling oneself to bury the father at the city gate, and did not step forward to remind them.
Some people like this kind of drama. The young man enjoyed the hero saving the beauty, and the young lady also found a good man, and they hit it off. As for whether he is the biological father or not, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten.
When the receptionist saw the man the girl was entangled with, he felt that he looked familiar.
It seemed like he had seen him before, a few years ago.
Isn't that General Meng?
He followed the prefect to receive General Meng Qingshe and his son Meng Shaoxia. He
vaguely remembered that he was a square-faced and thin boy. After not seeing him for a few years, he turned into a round-faced and tall man, as fat as two different people.
If it weren't for the square in the round, he wouldn't have remembered him at all.
Back off! Back off! Back off!
Lord Jia scolded the man who sold himself to bury his father, saying that he would embarrass the people of Jiangzhou.
Then he showed a warm and distant smile to greet Sima Jiang.
Lord Jia was wearing a neat official uniform, a beautiful jade pendant around his neck, a crown inlaid with gemstones on his head, a jewelry bag on his waist, and official boots on his feet, which fully demonstrated the wealth of Jiangzhou. The uniforms of Jiangzhou officials were all very beautiful, new and straight, and they were as gorgeous and ostentatious as possible within the regulations of their ranks.
Although Lord Jia had a long horse face, because of his gorgeous and authoritative clothes, he naturally increased his appearance. With this dress, he stood on the street with at least five points.
Sima Jiang was wearing a large hooded cape. Qin Luoxia was worried that her husband would be exhausted from the travel, get tanned, and have rough skin, so she specially prepared a large cape for him. At most, a pair of eyes were exposed outside, and most of the time he still rode in a carriage.
A colleague came to greet him.
Sima Jiang lifted the big cloak on his head.
For a moment, the woman in white who was kneeling on the ground and crying was like a pheasant with fate choking her throat, unable to make a sound.
People were watching the excitement, wondering which sucker was caught by the girl who was selling her body to make a down payment.
As a result, they saw the man in black robe sitting on the tall horse, lifting the hat on his head and untying the cloak on his body. A young man in a white robe was sitting on the horse.
Sunshine, long hair, handsome face.
Today is the Lesser Cold.
The Lesser Cold wind is chilly.
A beautiful woman is riding a horse.
The bustling streets.
Beauty can make time stop.
At least at this moment, it paused.
As a veteran in the officialdom, Lord Jia paused for a while before finding his voice.
"Jiang, Jiang, Lord Sima, I have heard a lot about you."
Sima Jiang responded with a gentle and refined smile, but with a little social phobia.
"Thank you for welcoming me in person. I just entered the city and encountered this. Fortunately, you are here, otherwise I don't know what to do. Then, can we go now?"
Lord Sima's voice is also very nice. The young
man on the road, his face is like jade, and his voice is like emerald.
Lord Jia never thought that his son-in-law was already fat and big-eared, but his father-in-law was still so gentle and refined, and beautiful.
No wonder it is said that Sima Jiang's daughter is more beautiful than Daji. General Meng stayed in front of her after just one look, unwilling to leave.
The father is so old and still looks like this, how evil the daughter will be.
For a moment, Lord Jia couldn't help but turn his eyes to the carriage behind.
Hearing is false, seeing is believing.
There were many misunderstandings about the legends of Sima Jiang before.
How could Sima Jiang be a brutal traitor? He was clearly a young master of a noble family who was forced into a corner.
Sima Jiang got off his horse and walked side by side with Lord Jia.
"Come on, Sima brother, I'll take you to settle down, and arrange a welcoming party for you in the evening
." "There is a dish in Jiangzhou, taro duck, which is extremely famous, delicious and fatty, a delicacy in the world. The famous chef Jiang Bei has been arranged to cook this dish in the evening. You must try it."
"Very good."
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Sima Jiang and Lord Jia strolled forward.
Jiangzhou is prosperous.
There are children running on the street.
Sima Jiang saw a child running in front and an adult chasing behind.
"Xiaotian, don't run so fast, you might fall."
"Got it, Dad."
"Dad, taro duck is delicious, let Uncle Bei make it tonight."
"Okay."
Jiang Changtian stopped and was absent-minded for a moment.
"Please, Lord Jiang."
"Master Jia, please."
Jiangzhou is his hometown.
He is no longer a teenager when he returns.
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