"master."

Time flies, two months are fleeting, and New Year's Eve is approaching.

Jia Lian was in charge of the Rongfu stewards early and prepared for the New Year.

On the 29th day of the 12th lunar month, two main courtyards of Rongfu were changed from inside to outside, door gods, couplets, and signs, and new peach talismans were newly renovated.

That night, Jia Lian came to the East Road Courtyard, met Jia She, and discussed the matter of worshiping ancestors tomorrow.

Jia She narrowed his narrow eyes and glanced at Jia Lian, saying, "Are you ready for the old lady?"

Jia Lian hurriedly responded: "Yes, just wait for tomorrow morning, the old lady will lead the family with the imperial decree and the master, the second master and brother Zhen from the East Mansion to enter the palace to celebrate the ceremony. After receiving the palace banquet, he will come back to worship his ancestors."

Jia She hummed a floating voice in his nose and said, "What did you send to the village outside?"

Jia Lian smiled and said with a pity: "The only ones are the Oda Rouge Rice and Binuo that the master likes in previous years, have been sent here.

There are also some big deer, deer, etc., and they have also picked up the best ones and brought them to you.

The second master also asked his son to ask the master if he was missing something, just want it."

Jia She picked up a few teacups and just took a sip. When he heard this, he felt like he had eaten a fly.

But there are some words that are hard to say, so I can only keep them in my heart.

The mood becomes worse.

Seeing Jia Lian suddenly hesitated, Jia She was angry and shouted: "Damn evil, sneaky, what shameful thoughts do you think?

If I occupy my place, what else do I want to calculate?"

Jia Lian was frightened and said quickly: "Don't calm down, my son dares to have any thoughts.

But recently, there are a lot of bad things among the tribes outside.

I don't know if I should tell the master.

It's all about, about..."

Upon hearing this, Jia She frowned immediately and said, "What about? Say it quickly!"

Jia Lian turned pale and said, "I dare not say it..."

When Jia She heard this, he picked up the teacup from the table and smashed it over.

Fortunately, he still knew that the New Year was not smashing it directly on his head.

However, a cup of hot tea was still hot, Jia Lian looked painful.

Jia She shouted: "If you don't talk about the evil of the balloon, just take care of your head!"

Jia Lian didn't dare to hesitate anymore and hurriedly said, "It was the tribe outside who said that the one in the back room of the rockery was abused by the man in the ear room of the rockery, and he didn't give him food or clothes. However, the nine-year-old child was probably tortured to death...

He also said that he made mistakes, but it was the adult’s fault and had nothing to do with children.

It's really... so vicious..."

"Don't you bet!!"

He thought he was the biggest victim of the rumors back then. Now that he heard the rumors recurring, Jia She was so angry that he said sternly: "Which vulgar seed is gossiping?"

Jia Lian hesitated for a while, and saw Jia She looking for something again, and was about to beat him, he hurriedly said, "It's some old people in the clan and a few great masters."

Upon hearing this, Jia She's expression of rage slightly stopped.

At the moment when filial piety is the heaven, although he is not afraid of those distant elders, he has no choice but to do anything to them.

These old guys of higher generations are talking nonsense in the clan all day long and have great say.

Especially the Jia Dairu, who was square and pedantic, valued the most etiquette.

Even his son who died early and the only son he left behind were beaten and scolded and disciplined, which made people convinced.

Back then, Jia Cong, the mother, was these old people who were hiding in the clan and shouting to the sky and the earth, which fueled the fire.

I don't want to get upset again now.

Jia She was so angry that he was breathing, but it was unimaginable.

After staring for a while, he said sternly: "Go ahead and tell the beast that he will go to the ancestral temple to worship his ancestors tomorrow.

How many troubles have been caused for this vulgar evil?

Let those people see whether that beast is dead or alive!

I sent someone to send my body face clothes. I dare to lose my man tomorrow, and carefully take care of his good skin!"

Jia Lian did not dare to delay, and was eager to leave this "strict father" quickly, so he hurriedly stepped back.

...

East Road courtyard, rockery back ear room.

Jia Cong stood in front of the table and wrote carefully.

On the wooden bed, a child was lying on it, fiddling with a piece of rope in his hands.

After fiddling with each other, I found that it was still a mess and couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

He was depressed and kneaded the rope into a ball of numbness, trying to throw it away, but after thinking about it, he put it in his sleeve, then looked at Jia Cong and shouted: "Jia Cong, your magic is not effective, teach me another one!"

The child is Jia Huan. Since he discovered that Jia Cong can do magic, he is like a devil, and he is pestering to learn every day.

He is not very patient and has average talent.

Usually, if you learn ten, you can only learn half a bucket of water.

Sometimes it is awesome, sometimes it is not.

However, when Jia Cong changed, he felt fresh and interesting, so he often pestered him to change.

Jia Cong seemed to have not heard of it at this moment and continued to write with concentration.

In order to exercise his hands in his previous life, when he started practicing calligraphy with his pen and writing, he had already entered the yard to work.

Even if I like writing very much, I write well, but I don’t have much spare time to write.

I can only take a break from my busy schedule and enjoy myself.

Now, there is a lot of free time.

In addition, the paper, pen and calligraphy handed over by Jia Zheng are all top-notch and are extremely smooth to write.

Therefore, although the situation has not improved much, Jia Cong’s life is not bad.

He has become addicted to calligraphy and writing.

After he had filled all the thirty large papers of today, he finished his pen with a feeling of not enough satisfaction. He looked at Jia Huan, who was humming for a long time and was about to get angry, and said, "You have no patience at all. If you practice twice, if you don't practice, how can you do it?

By the way, I handed over the lessons to the teacher before, what did the teacher say?"

Jia Huan curled his lips and said, "You are so cunning that you will please the teacher. You don't go to school anymore and do your homework every day.

What can you say, sir, let us learn from you?”

Upon hearing this, Jia Cong bent his mouth slightly and said, "Then, have you asked anything?"

Jia Huan was angry and said: "Do you still need to ask? Now those people outside, who don't know that you are about to starve to death? The sir just sighed..."

As he said that, he suddenly frowned and said, "Jia Cong, can you be doing something wrong again, right? My mother said, you are a little sinister..."

Jia Cong twitched speechlessly and said, "What else do you think I can do to make trouble now?"

Jia Huan laughed gloatingly and said, "Of course not! You are almost starving to death, and you can't even leave the door. What else can you do except to flatter your master?

By the way, Jia Cong, tomorrow it will be New Year's Eve, and the neighboring branches of both governments will go to the Ningguo Mansion Ancestral Hall to worship their ancestors. Are you going?"

Before Jia Cong answered, he felt superior again and said, "You must not be able to go, but it doesn't matter. I will talk to your ancestors tomorrow.

Let them scent up, bless you not to be trapped all the time, and to go to the Nanhutong Market with me.

I'll be the host again and I'll invite you some good food.

It’s like last time, I’m going to invite you to have a candy person, hahaha…”

Under Jia Cong's indifferent eyes, Jia Huan's self-stimulation could not continue.

If Jia Huan's mother, Aunt Zhao, saw this scene, she would definitely be shocked.

There is a time when this rebellious son is stopped by someone with his eyes?

In fact, this is also because Jia Huan likes to run to the East Road Courtyard, because he really wants to figure out how Jia Cong has become like this now.

I completely changed my feelings, as if I had changed my personal feelings.

In his memory, although Jia Cong was a few years older than him, he was stupid and stupid. He followed his butt all day long and wanted to eat snacks. How could he look like now?

So amazing!

I just can't figure out the situation and the whole story.

He was an impatient person again. After searching for two rounds, he couldn't find the reason, so he threw his hands away and gradually forgot about it.

But Jia Cong is still very attractive to him here.
To be continued...