"Brother Zichuan, do you really have no close relatives named Ma?"

After passing two markets, I turned over the corner of the street and was where Shili Yu Street was located.

There are many warehouses on both sides of the street and restaurants are filled with clouds.

Chen Ran had already booked a seat, although the city was full of people today and the crowds were like the sea. It was rare for major restaurants and teahouses to stand at their feet.

However, as the son of Chen Ran's official, it is not difficult to book a good location in a street-facing restaurant.

The three of them walked towards Cuiyun Pavilion. On the way, Jia Cong looked at Chen Ran and sneered.

Chen Ran was angry when he heard this and said, "Qingchen, if you don't explain clearly what the hell is Jack Ma, I will not settle with you! My surname is Chen, and my mother's family, Langya Wang family, what does it have to do with Ma?"

Jia Cong laughed, looked at the face that looked like Ma Taobao, and thought to himself: Chen Ru'an put Brother Zichuan in Chang'an Imperial College to fend for himself, and let him spend his days together, probably it is related to this face.

Not to mention that Chen Ran is not easy to learn, even if he is talented and has a brilliant literary talent, he has such a stunning appearance, even if he passes the Jinshi exam, his career will be difficult to be open in the future.

After all, after passing the Jinshi exam, one must go through the four major assessments of the Ministry of Personnel’s “body, words, books, and judgment”, with the body as the leader.

There is no doubt that this is an era of looking at faces...

Seeing Chen Ranqi jumping, he smiled and said, "In the past, you always joked about me, so I can't joke about you?"

Chen Ran was stunned when he heard this. When he and Wu Fan saw Jia Cong so favored by his teachers in the Shangshu Mansion and the Imperial College, they often joked that he looked like a girl. Now that he was rejected, he was not confident of being angry, but he was still dissatisfied and said: "Then you should always tell me who Jack Ma is, a human or a ghost?"

Jia Cong said seriously: "Brother Zichuan, don't worry, he is a human being."

"puff!"

Seeing Jia Cong's serious answer, Wu Fan burst into laughter.

Chen Ran was also angry and funny, shook his head and said, "Stop, even if it is a human, it must be a human being, no ghost..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly reacted, gritted his teeth and stared at Jia Cong, saying, "You are a pure minister. Others say that you are like an immortal and are not as good as a worldly firework. You even scolded me for being a good person or a ghost.

It really should be letting them see your sarcastic face at this moment!"

Jia Cong said disapprovingly: "It's all you said, and it has nothing to do with me.

Furthermore, is that something that is not in the world?

You're still...huh?"

Seeing that it was about to arrive at Cuiyun Pavilion, Jia Cong's eyes suddenly froze, and his words stopped, and he said to the two: "Brother Zichuan, Wu Fan, you two go up first, I have some trivial matters..."

Chen Ran and Wu Fan were stunned and said, "What's wrong with you, son?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "I met an acquaintance, you can go upstairs first."

Chen Ransu knew that Jia Cong was not old, but his ideas were very positive, so he was not convenient to say anything more.

Following his eyes, he looked at the corner of the street, but didn't see any name. Chen Ran shook his head and said, "Since that's the case, then Wu Fan and I will go up first. You can go directly to the second floor bamboo-shaped accord to find us."

After saying that, he pulled Wu Fan, who was still tying his neck and looking forward, into Cuiyun Pavilion.

After the two of them entered, Jia Cong walked towards the alley next to the restaurant.

At the entrance of the alley, an ordinary young man stood there in inconspicuous servant clothes, like an ordinary tourist until Jia Cong approached and seemed to recognize him.

Without saying anything, the servant said straight to the point: "Young Master, news came from the mansion that the master of the East Road Courtyard once again beat the Gui Pozi's family in the kitchen, and scolded them for being bitter and unable to eat, and was fooling people.

Now, the family of Gui Pozi has been driven to farm in the farm...

Hey! The Gui Pozi family was ignorant of the magnanimity and bullying the young master, but now they finally got retribution!"

The Jia family’s farm is not a farm that you can see after leaving the city.

It is recorded in Dream of Red Mansions that it takes one month and two days to go to the city to send New Year gifts, which shows the distance.

In addition, there are bear paws, sea cucumbers, shrimps and other things during the New Year ceremony. It can be inferred that the Jia family’s farm is mostly in the Northeast...

The Gui Pozi's family was driven from the Tanghuang Rongguo Mansion to the bitter and cold land of Hei Liao to farm as labor. I am afraid it will not last long...

When Jia Cong heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly and said lightly: "Since they have received retribution, I think there should be a change in the kitchen of the East Road Courtyard. Don't deliver vegetables to the East Road Courtyard in the future, so that's all."

The servant was a little active, his eyebrows and eyes were full of agility, and he laughed and said, "It's better not to send it away. Every time I cook the peanuts and make moldy, I can't let others handle it. I'm not very interesting..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Jia Cong glaring fiercely, and quickly closed his mouth and smirked.

Jia Cong warned in a deep voice: "Qiu San, I don't want to hear these words again.

Although I just wanted to use this to punish some bad slaves, how disrespectful it would be if it was spread.

Only you and I know this. If it is spread, it will ruin my reputation…”

Seeing Jia Cong's gaze sharply, the servant who called Qiu San hurriedly said, "Don't worry, master, I will save you from the importance of it."

The master valued it and asked the slave to come from the Lin family. Now the slave is the master's slave and has been entrusted with great things. He will never dare to do anything to be sorry to his master..."

"Okay."

Jia Cong whispered, "But a few words to remind you, why do you do it so far? You always say that you are a slave. I will treat you as a slave as a humble person?"

Qiu San smiled and grabbed the servant's hat. He smiled and said, "Young master is a noble person who does great things, so naturally he will not abuse his subordinates like those explosive households."

Jia Cong hummed softly and said, "Whether you will be cruel to your subordinates is not me, but whether some people have self-consciousness."

Qiu San smiled with a shy face and said, "Don't worry, young master, although the young man is a little more free, he is absolutely loyal. Otherwise, my old man would not spare me...

By the way, I almost forgot to tell the young master about something.

Qian'er East Road Courtyard started again..."

"What's wrong?"

Jia Cong asked.

Qiu San sighed: "The master is becoming more and more amazing now. He has a violent temper and often gets angry.

The second master of Qian'er Lian didn't know what he said wrong, so the master asked someone to hold him down and beat him.

The eldest master was also angry, but after the imperial physician came to see him, he said that the eldest master had drunk too much, which damaged his liver qi, so his liver fire is too strong now.

The imperial physician prescribed a prescription and told the master to quit drinking and quit women's sex, and to rest more in bed.

But one day the master can get away with the wine and sex…”

Upon hearing this, Jia Cong lowered his eyes and said lightly: "The great master is auspicious and heavenly person, and he will be fine... What's wrong with the great lady?"

Qiu San grabbed his head and said, "The eldest lady is not in good condition. The eldest master has been so angry recently that he always scolds people every few days, so she is hard to bear."

Jia Cong thought for a while and said, "The one under your command who works in the East Road Court is Zhang Yong?"

Qiu San hurriedly said: "Yes, I spent twenty taels of silver when I sold myself two years ago, hey!

He was a clever and had a silver mansion. Within a few days, he had a good relationship with the East Road Courtyard.

Now whenever something trivial happens there, he doesn't know.

The young master didn't know that the East Road Court itself was so big that those slaves dared to say anything…”

Jia Cong's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and he said, "What have they said?"

Qiu San hesitated for a while, as if he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

Jia Cong looked back and saw that Wu Fan could not wait, so he walked down from the building again, looking for him everywhere, shouting, "What the hell is it? It's so hard?"

Qiu San hurriedly said, "It's not a small effort, I'm really afraid that these words will taint the young master's ears."

Seeing Jia Cong staring, Qiu San dared not hide it anymore, and lowered his voice again and said, "Young Master, Zhang Yong, the people from the East Road Courtyard, said that the second master of Lian often went to Aunt Liu Hong's house in the back house..."

When Jia Cong heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank slightly, but he didn't say anything...

After pondering for a while, I felt something was going on behind me. I looked back and saw that Wu Fan was already coming with great momentum. Jia Cong said to Qiu San: "Okay, I know everything. You go back first, look for an opportunity, and then tell you in detail.

Remember to tell Brother Ni and Xingyan that the same thing..."

"At this moment, be cautious and not be reckless! Young Master, I have memorized it!"

Qiu San followed Jia Cong's words, finished speaking, smiled, beat Qian'er, turned around and left before Wu Fan approached, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Jia Cong laughed and cursed, and turned around to meet Wu Fan...

...

On Cuiyun Pavilion, in the second floor of the bamboo-shaped accord, Chen Ran and Wu Fan lined up Jia Conghao.

Jia Cong recognized himself as the host, as a fine.

At this time, the bustling sides of the Imperial Street downstairs were already crowded with the people in the capital.

The two capitals and thirteen provinces of Daqian, billions of citizens, three thousand candidates, and one choice every three years.

A literary song came from the sky to win the championship!

What a grand event!

The world has been peaceful for a hundred years, and a three-year-old child will recite the poem that encourages learning written by Emperor Zhenzong of the previous dynasty:

Rich families don’t have to buy good land, but there are thousands of bells of millet in the book.

There is no need to build high buildings to live in peace, and there is a golden house in the book.

Don’t hate the lack of a good matchmaker when marrying a wife, and there is a beauty in the book.
To be continued...