Jia Cong nodded, and it was almost nine o'clock in the morning when Chen was at the end of Si.

The timing of this era is quite interesting, and there is no need to say much about the time. Twelve hours a day, one hour is equivalent to two hours in later generations.

The so-called "carving" refers to the time with an hourglass, one hundred sharks per day and night, and one shark is about fourteen minutes and twenty-four seconds.

In addition, there are five updates in one night, and the first update is about 7:00 to 9:00 pm, and the second update is from 9:00 to 12:00.

What I often say is the third day of the day, and what I say is from twelve o'clock to one.

Jia Cong started studying since Chen Shichu and has been sitting for two hours now.

He stood up and moved his muscles and bones.

Juan'er happened to come in and add water again, so she went out to get some air.

So that the little girls would tiptoe when doing things, for fear of disturbing him.

Standing on the platform in front of the door, looking around, you can see many exquisite carvings on the bricks and stones.

The flying horns that bent upwards in the eaves are flying.

Snow-white wall belly, tiger skin grinding stone as the basis.

Dozens of ink bamboos are planted on both sides of the courtyard, and winter is not withered.

Mo Zhuyuan was once the study room of Jia Zheng and Jia Zhu. Although it was not big, it was quite exquisite and elegant.

And the ear room of the East Road courtyard where he lived, one in the sky and the other underground.

If the Jia family had not been worried about a mountain collapse in a few years, it would have caused the family to be destroyed, Jia Cong was actually willing to study slowly and gain a future by relying on himself.

It can also avoid conflicts of interest with Jia Zheng and others.

It's a pity...

After doing a few expansion moves on the platform, he sighed softly.

But then his eyes became firmer again.

If he does not work hard to change the general trend, the entire Jia family will collapse and be in a few years.

More than one or two died?

He must not be soft-hearted because of what is happening in front of him.

After all, his original intention is not selfish.

"Squeak...ah!"

Just as Jia Cong was stretching out and was about to return to the room to continue studying, the wooden door of the courtyard suddenly opened.

A head with two small buns poked in.

The forehead was covered with sweat, and under the eyebrows of a pair of caterpillars, a pair of big eyes were spinning.

There were some sweat stains on my red face.

Just as she saw Jia Cong, she was stunned and wanted to retreat. Someone behind her might push her hard, and then she staggered in with a "Ouch" and almost fell down.

He was carrying a bookcase that looked very heavy, and his face looked panicked.

A little harsh voice from the duck came from behind the door: "Xiao Jixiang, why are you rubbing?

Stinky girl, I carefully broke my bookcase.

He is so stupid girl with thick hands and feet..."

As the curses came, Jia Huan also entered the courtyard with his arms hanging on his face.

Seeing Jia Cong standing on the platform frowning at him, he said with a whisper, "What are you looking at? Why do you want me to kowtow to you?"

This unlucky naughty child is really annoying!
Chapter completed!