Luck in the heavens starts from the Red Mansion

As expected, good news soon came to everyone in the Grand Residence from Rongqing Hall.

Jia Huan followed Zhanguang and was rewarded with one or two pieces of money a month.

Then, related rumors started to surge, and it seemed that the promotion of the second political master was a foregone conclusion.

Some stewards even took it upon themselves to hold private celebrations, naturally for the sake of the old lady and Mr. Zheng Er.

If you don't behave well now, when will you wait?

Aunt Zhao's face was red, she looked proud, and her words were much more elegant.

"Auntie, don't mess around with others!"

During the meal, Jia Huan reminded: "It's something that hasn't been finalized yet. There might be some changes. It would be embarrassing if that happens!"

"You are an uncreated seed. When you eat too much, your temper will also get bigger. Why are you saying this?"

Aunt Zhao rolled her eyes and said angrily: "It's not your turn to tell me how I should do things!"

"Besides, what has been confirmed by the old lady, are there still variables?"

"as long as you are happy!"

Jia Huan was speechless. He finished three large bowls of white rice in one go and cleared all the dishes on the table. Only then did he feel full.

He took the post-dinner tea from Xiao Jixiang and ignored the fact that it was a bit hot to his mouth. He drank it all in a few gulps and wiped his mouth with it. He got up and walked around the small courtyard to eat, ignoring Aunt Zhao's usual surprised murmurs.

But it’s just that the exercise has an effect, and more energy needs to be replenished. Is there anything strange about it?

Every time, he would chirp and act very surprised, as if Jia Huan had become a loser.

Don't even look at how much his height and weight have changed from a year ago!

Whether it’s bone growth or muscle gain, doesn’t it all need to be transformed through food?

On Goldfinger's virtual panel, the progress display in the breathing and breathing column has changed to 0.7%, and the improvement effect is obvious.

It works on his body, and he feels that his body is growing slightly every day!

Naturally, I can't sense the specifics, but looking at the display bar of the golden finger, as well as the gradually increasing appetite, and the increasingly energetic state, I naturally have an idea.

If one day, Goldfinger's progress bar reaches 1%, he will have to set off firecrackers to congratulate himself. This is a huge progress.

Of course, it may also have something to do with the effect of the Cuju competition on one’s own exercise, which is played every afternoon as long as it’s not raining.

Changes in breathing rhythm during intense exercise, breathing frequency after long-term exercise, and chest and abdominal movements under fatigue are all helpful for improving the progress bar.

He did not directly display the growth and changes in various aspects of the body in the project column of the golden finger.

Jia Huan felt that his body was constantly growing, and the project progress bar that could be displayed was only the state of his body at that time and was not real.

As you age, the numbers in the display column may fluctuate greatly, which will affect your mentality.

At this time, Jia Huan thought about studying medicine to improve his awareness and sensing ability of the body.

He has wanted to do this for a long time, but the conditions did not allow it before.

After all, he had just left the government not long ago, and he didn't have much money at hand. It was not easy to ask a famous doctor for one-on-one advice. In this era, doctors still valued their craftsmanship very seriously.

Jia Huan also quietly inquired that those famous doctors all had clear inheritances.

It is said that medicine and martial arts are not divided into different families, and medical skills are not divided into different families. Many famous doctors have unique methods of maintaining health.

Some of them are gentle health-preserving qigong, which is similar to the breathing and breathing exercises that Jia Huan himself studied.

There are also doctors who practice physical fitness such as Wu Qin Xi and Baduan Jin.

Under normal circumstances, it is simply impossible to learn these inherited skills without becoming their official disciple.

He is not a prince or grandson, nor is he the legitimate son of the Rong Mansion who forces a powerful boss. He is just a young concubine who does not have many resources and has to work hard on his own.

If he could spend a lot of money to learn these skills, Jia Huan would not be stingy.

The key is that even if he has money, he can't find a way out.

You can't be so careless as to tell Mr. Zheng that he wants to study medicine. He won't get the approval of Mr. Zheng at all. This is a certain thing.

He didn't study the Four Books and Five Classics attentively in his family studies, which made the second master Zheng very unhappy.

Although he knew that there were many helpless factors, the temper of the second master Zheng was there. He only wanted his children to take the imperial examination and become officials, and he couldn't stand anything that had nothing to do with it.

Jia Huan's life in the clan school was the limit he could accept.

If you want to ask a doctor to come to your home to teach you, are you trying to poke Mr. Zheng's lungs?

But now, there is a pretty good opportunity!

Or is it because of the drought in the north!

Many officials were dismissed from their posts and were implicated. I heard that several well-known medical clinics in the capital were also in bad luck. The doctors were arrested and imprisoned, and their families were either exiled to the army or sent to the Jiaofang Division.

Jia Huan thought about it and wanted to take the opportunity to intercept one or two doctors with good reputations.

Of course, things are quite troublesome to operate. Not to mention the up and down management, they also need a safe and hidden place to place them. They will have to be raised for a long time in the future.

Fortunately, he had a good relationship with Jia Lian, so he could ask him for help.

It's just a matter of spending more money. He really doesn't lack money now.

The dividends from Sihai Gambling House are about one hundred and eighty taels per year!

Purchasing rouge, gouache, and some scattered gadgets on behalf of others can earn an income of about 150 taels a year.

There is also the embroidery business in cooperation with Wang Xifeng, and the annual dividend is about 150 taels.

In total, there are almost five hundred taels of silver!

Including the annual income of his grocery store, it has exceeded the 600-tael mark!

The income of an average low-level Beijing official is less than one-third of his total income!

This does not include the monthly silver from Rong Mansion and the sporadic silver that Aunt Zhao generously rewards when she is happy, there are about ten or twenty taels a year.

The place where the expenses are spent is at the small martial arts hall.

Half a year ago, Jia Huan, through his blood uncle Zhao Guoji, directly purchased the land and courtyard of the small martial arts hall, paying only for maintenance, food, drink and monthly expenses for the three martial arts masters.

At this time, the idle silver in Jia Huan's hand was close to 400 taels, which was not a small amount.

Feeding more than a dozen people is not a problem at all. As long as he can learn useful medical knowledge, it is a victory for him, and there is no loss at all.

With something in mind, and the sky still bright, I unknowingly came to the remote small pond where I usually practice my concealed weapon skills, and woke up when the cold wind blew in the evening.

Pick up a small stone, throw it casually, and easily hit a head-sized stone ten meters away!