"No, Huan'er can't leave, Huan'er can't leave!"

Before Jia Huan could speak, Aunt Zhao started screaming.

As her origin, Jia Mu's face, who had been sitting high on the couch without making a sound, suddenly sank. No matter whether she wanted Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan to leave, she had said that she would not allow anyone to resist so blatantly.

Mrs. Wang, who was sitting next to her head, also looked unhappy and said intimately that she was uneducated.

Even Jia Zheng's face looked a little bad.

Aunt Zhao is not a fool. When she saw that it aroused public anger, she immediately changed her strategy. She looked at Jia Zheng with beautiful eyes, and cried and begged: "Master, Huan'er is only seven years old this year, he is only seven years old, he is just a child, he is just for fun, what bad intentions can he have? Just for this matter, I have to punish him to go to the village? I have never read a book, but I have also heard the master read a poem: 'It is born with the same roots, why are we too anxious to fight each other'?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the audience changed their colors.

Mrs. Wang and Wang Xifeng's faces were similar to those when they smelled shit, and they looked so ugly.

Especially Mrs. Wang and Aunt Zhao's words, even if they cannot change the final outcome, they can be considered as a thorn between her and Jia Zheng, a sharp thorn.

From now on, even if the two of them don’t quarrel with each other, they will probably be respectful to each other.

On the side, Jia Huan looked at Aunt Zhao blankly, and couldn't figure out how could I say such extraordinary words that were completely beyond the standard.

Is this the magic of love?

Is this the reason why she is so popular in Jia Zheng?

Look at Jia Zheng, the embarrassment on his face makes people feel unbearable...

Grandmother Jia was sitting on the couch with her face pale, but when she saw the sweat scarf on Wang Xifeng's hand, her eyes became firm.

That's right, Jia Huan is only seven years old, but if this matter spreads, who would care whether he is really only six years old?

For fun, those people would say that Jia Huan is sixteen years old this year. He reached the age of a young man Mu Ai, and he focused his eyes on his beautiful and unparalleled second sister-in-law. Maybe he still has his eldest sister-in-law...

In short, these words will definitely become more and more messy and dirty, and the Jia family's family tradition and reputation will be completely destroyed.

She absolutely wouldn't allow such a thing to happen.

"Zhao, Brother Huan will not go to Zhuangzi alone. Are you worried? Then you can go together, just right, you can take care of him."

Jia Mu made an undeniable voice.

This sentence made Aunt Zhao completely desperate, and she fainted when she turned her eyes.

Her life and death did not cause any panic. Except for Jia Zheng and Jia Huan, others didn't care much about it.

Yuanyang and Humber took Aunt Zhao from Jia Huan and sent her back to Dongxiaoyuan.

The smile on Jia Huan's face disappeared, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

"You...what do you have any other requirements?"

Jia Zheng's voice suddenly became hoarse and low, and he looked at Jia Huan with a faint expression.

Jia Huan was not polite, thought for a while, and said, "Father, did that Zhuangzi... give it to me? Will there be evil slaves who deceive the master? Will it be..."

"Bang!"

Jia Zheng slapped the coffee table beside him and made a loud noise. He took a deep breath and shouted, "What are you talking about? Since it was what our ancestors said to you, that is yours. What are you bullying the master and the slave? If you really bully the master and the slave, just kill them."

Jia Huan glanced at Mrs. Wang with a dark face and said, "Father, the child was originally learning martial arts from Mr. Jiao Da from the East Mansion, but if I go to the farm, then..."

Jia Zheng frowned and said, "But I will come over, he will go with you. What else do you think? Let's say important things."

Jia Huan laughed secretly, no wonder so many family members were guarding against mistresses, and even more guarding against their sons.

It turns out that the children of the concubine are indeed favored.

Thinking about the scene when Jia Zheng was experiencing Jia Baoyu, and now, Jia Huan glanced at Mrs. Wang from the outset, and her face was indeed stiff.

The important saying of picking up the most important thing is actually translated as the expensive saying of picking up the most important thing...

Jia Huan understood that he was already splitting up.

Jia Zheng's room is divided into three rooms.

Li Wan and Jia Lan represent the big house, Jia Baoyu is the second house, and Jia Lan is the third house.

If it is normal, no matter how harsh it is, Jia Huan will definitely not have such a fake order as a farm.

That's why Jia Zheng said this.

Of course, he did not see Jia Mu's impatient face.

It is true that Mother Jia doesn’t like Mrs. Wang very much, but it is true that she loves Jia Baoyu and regards Jia Baoyu as her lifeblood.

As for Jia Huan, she was a completely transparent person, and most of the time she probably couldn't remember having such a grandson.

She didn't like Mrs. Wang because she was worried that Mrs. Wang would affect her right to speak in the Jia Mansion.

Apart from this, the two did not have any deep hatred, but on the contrary, they had a common life root.

Since it is the root of life, I naturally want to leave all the benefits to him.

As for Jia Huan, it would be nice if a grandson could divide a farm.

She made up her mind that if Jia Huan dared to speak randomly without knowing the truth and forget his duty to ask for money, then she would have to intervene.

Fortunately, Jia Huan seemed to be quite self-aware, and he didn't want anything valuable...

"My father, I know that my father is a member of the Ministry of Works, so I want to ask, I don't know what craftsmanship craftsmen under my father..."

Jia Huan asked carefully.

The so-called craftsmen are craftsmen who are cheap, to put it bluntly, they are official slaves that can be sold.

Jia Zheng frowned and said, "What are you asking about these?"

Jia Huan said honestly: "The prospects in the village may not be enough for the child to spend money on martial arts practice. Although the mansion is rich, the family has a great business and more money is spent. Therefore, the child must not dare to speak to his family because of martial arts practice. Therefore, the child wanted to find a few craftsmen to do some business to supplement..."

Jia Zheng's tears were almost falling when he said this. What a good child, what a caring child, what a sensible child, but he was forced to be like this...

Holding the armrest of the chair tightly, Jia Zheng looked at Mrs. Wang, who was about to sit still, and was about to have an attack, but he saw the upper leader Jia Mu's eyes cast a meaningful look.

Grandmother Jia has endured this farce and doesn't want to stay at home anymore. Besides, there is a rising Wang family behind Mrs. Wang...

Jia Zheng closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and said, "No problem, I will arrange it as soon as possible for my father... I will make arrangements for you... I have nothing to do with you? You have thought about it, and after passing through this village in front of my ancestors, there will be no more store."

Jia Huan shook his head obediently and said, "My father, I have given so much now. How can the child dare to be in a position of being in a difficult position? The child only hopes that the old lady, the master and the wife will be happy every day, be healthy, and everything will go well. Child, the child will think about his father... Woo woo!"

He silently chanted in his heart, "Life is like a play, all depends on acting", and Jia Huan choked and burst into tears. Although he was already happy to sing in his heart, he finally escaped this dangerous pit...

Of course, his perception of Jia Zheng has gradually changed. At least for him, Jia Zheng is a pretty good father...

As expected, the kind father Jia Zheng heard his youngest son's sob and crying, and his eyes turned red. His lips trembled a few times before forcibly suppressing the sadness in his heart and said in a deep voice: "My son doesn't have to be sad. Zhuangzi is in the south of the city, not far from the mansion..."

"uh-huh!"

Jia Mu seemed to have a bad throat and cleared her throat.

Jia Zheng's face froze, swallowed the words "You can come back at any time" before continuing: "On the first and fifteenth day of every month, Huan'er can come back to visit his ancestors and fathers. Moreover, you have to go to school to ask the Master. Even if you are determined to follow martial arts now, you can learn and you must not leave. Father has great expectations for you, and hope that my son can be both civil and military, and be like ancestors but not fathers..."

Jia Huan was really in tears this time, not moved, but depressed.

He felt that he was so miserable that he was cheated by his mother and father.

To be like a ancestor is not like a father, that means to be a person who is like his grandfather but not like his father.

But who is Jia Huan's grandfather?

It’s Duke Rong!

Jia Huan naturally hopes that one day he will be the Duke of this country, and then he will die of drunkenness and dream of death...

But can others watch him take this position?

Not to mention Mrs. Wang and Wang Xifeng, who looked yellow and yellow, even Mrs. Jia didn't look very good.

If Grandmother Jia can assign a title, then there will be only one person who inherits the title of Duke of Rong Kingdom, and that is Jia Baoyu.

The other descendants were all scumbags to her...

Jia Huan felt that Jia Zheng was killing him, and Mrs. Wang and Wang Xifeng would have to serve him a few more appetizers in the future.

However, Jia Huan did not really resent Jia Zheng. After all, he was a kind father's heart, and it was normal to hope that his son would become a success.

And Jia Zheng, seeing Jia Huan with tears on his face, was so heartbroken.

Such a young son was expelled from the family because he was once a stubborn person, because he was determined to follow martial arts now, and because he might endanger the status of another son and nephew, he was expelled from the family and had only a mere farm.

Do they think he doesn't understand anything? Do they think he is really just a corrupt scholar?

It’s too much to bully others, this is to force him... The couple’s kindness will be gone on this day!

Jia Zheng sighed and looked at Jia Mu who was in the upper hand and said, "Old lady, Zhao's departure is a foregone conclusion. My son is not indifferent. Please ask the old lady to pity his son and give another reward."

"Bang!"

The teacup in Mrs. Wang's hand slid down, fell to the ground, and broke into countless pieces.

Tea wet the hem of her clothes, but she didn't react at all, just staring at Jia Zheng in a daze.

Why did it come to this point?

Why don’t you keep her face at all?

Even if you really want to get in, can’t you wait until you talk about it in private?

Do you have to give her this ugly look in front of everyone, in front of her as the mistress, in front of her niece-in-law and concubine?

Is the friendship between husband and wife so much?
Chapter completed!