"Play!"

"Crack!"

In the golden autumn of October, the fragrance of osmanthus is floating and the firecrackers are coming.

This is the first day of October, the birthday of Jia She, the eldest master of Rongguo Mansion.

But it’s interesting to say that Jia She also celebrated her birthday in previous years, but she usually chose to pass a few days earlier or one day later.

Because on the first day of the October lunar month, also known as "Cold Clothes Festival" and "Mingyin Festival", is the day when the dead ancestors gave cold clothes.

It is one of the three major ghost festivals in China.

It's not appropriate to celebrate your birthday on this day.

But this year, Jia She is fifty years old.

Therefore, the day before, everyone sent warmth to their ancestors in advance in the ancestral hall...

Today, everyone from the Jia clan came to the door to celebrate the birthday of Master Jia She.

Jia Lian had already found two opera troupes, one in the front hall to watch, and the other in the back room to watch.

There is another one who plays ten times, and since the early morning, she plays and plays, which is very lively!

As the Chengjue of Duke Rong, Jia She was awarded the title of first-class general of divine power. In terms of grade, he was a real first-class military officer.

Although Jia She was "high-end and honest", he was not good at fighting for power and profit, so he did not fight for real power, and he did not bother to fight for it.

But the Jia family was there after all, and the color of the lintel of a two-month family has not yet completely faded.

Therefore, when we woke up early in the morning, the four royal palaces of the Nan'an County Prince, the Dongping County Prince, the Xining County Prince and the Beijing County Prince, the six royal palaces of the Zhenguo Gongbu Mansion, and the eight maids of the Zhongjing Houshi Mansion, all sent people to send birthday gifts with famous letters.

There are long carts, sedans, mules and horses in front of the black oil gate, and they are transported two miles away.

However, that's all.

No one came to pay his birthday to those princes and nobles.

Now, there is only one person who can let them attend to celebrate their birthday in person, that is, Mrs. Rongguo and Mrs. Shi.

If it weren't for the same thing back then, or if Jia She himself was more successful, the situation might be different.

After all, the blessings left by the ancestors of the Jia family to future generations are really too rich.

It's a pity...

...

"Jia Cong and Jia Cong!"

Outside the ear room behind Yimen rockery, an unpleasant cry came.

Before the person inside responded, the door was pushed open with a "bang".

A small figure rushed into the house.

Jia Cong was writing in a pen, looked at the person who came, frowned slightly, and said, "Jia Huan, why are you here?"

They had already discussed major events and practiced many times.

How important today is.

Jia Huan curled his lips and said, "There is a bit boring ahead. I'll come to find you to play tricks."

Besides, it's still early.

Jia Cong, please change me another trick. I'm not happy today..."

Jia Cong glanced at Jia Huan's royal blue robe, put on a strand of gold eight-ball Japanese satin jacket, and a pair of thousand-layer small court boots on his feet, exuding a sense of nobility, and said, "I'm not happy, aren't you good?"

Jia Huan said angrily: "What's the good thing? I'm almost angry today, and my mother is so angry."

Before Jia Cong asked again, he said, "My mother knew that the third sister made a pair of shoes for Baoyu, so she asked her why she didn't make it for me? She asked her who crawled out of the same intestine as her?

Look, my third sister sent me a pair of shoes today.

But guess what?"

Jia Cong said: "What's wrong?"

Jia Huan said angrily: "The third sister is sincere and she deliberately made fun of me and made a double rebellion for me!"

Jia Cong was stunned when he heard this and said, "What does it mean?"

Jia Huan said annoyedly: "I wear one, it's the opposite. Change your feet and wear another one, it's the opposite!!"

Jia Cong was really surrounded by him...

After a little reaction, his face suddenly became strange and said, "Jia Huan, are you saying that if you wear shoes with one foot, you find that it is reversed. Just use the other foot and the other shoe, which is also reversed?"

Jia Huan was still angry, his face flushed with anger, perhaps because he thought he had been insulted and contemptuous in his personality...

Jia Cong asked curiously: "Where are those shoes?"

Jia Huan said with a sneer and said, "I asked my mother to carry it and throw it to my third sister's door. We don't care! I, Master Huan, is the master who lacks shoes?"

Jia Cong: "..."

After a moment of speechlessness, Jia Cong asked again: "Are you seeing your third sister today?"

Jia Huan immediately fell down and rubbed his ears...

Jia Cong couldn't help but laughed.

With Jia Tanchun's hot temperament, he might be able to tolerate Aunt Zhao, but he would never swallow his anger when facing his naughty brother.

Both shoes are reversed, and only the mother and son can think of it.

"Okay, you go. I'll teach you how to make tricks after finishing my work today."

Jia Cong looked at the sky outside, estimated the time, and said.

Seeing that Jia Cong's face was not like a joke, Jia Huan muttered: "You are becoming more and more boring. I asked me to run errands before and buy wine and medicine for you. Why don't you teach me a trick to get rich quickly..."

Jia Cong's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to normal and said, "Didn't I ask you to buy some healing wine for me? I didn't give you money?"

Don’t worry, after waiting for this, you will have a lot of things in the future. Go.”

Only then did Jia Huan stop talking, he hung his shoulders, and left with one walk and three shaking.

After Jia Huan left, Jia Cong closed the door, let out a light breath, turned to the edge of the bed, lifted up the sheets, and took out a large wine jar from the bottom of the bed.

Open the lid of the wine jar, take out a bag of paper from your arms, and after taking it apart, pour some powder into the wine jar, and then hide the bag of paper in your arms.

As soon as I raised the wine jar, I heard a "bang" sound, and the door that had just been closed was suddenly opened.

A tall figure appeared at the door, and Jia Cong seemed to be extremely frightened, and his face pale with a "ah".

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly placed the wine jar on the table, then turned around, blocked the table, and forced a smile: "My mother Zhao is here?"

The person who came was Jia Cong's wet nurse, and the only woman he served in the Jia family.

But... he would rather enjoy it.

In the Jia Mansion, he is the most unpopular among all the young ladies and his status is not as good as that of some slaves.

However, the nurse is a very high-ranking group of people among the subordinates of the Jia family.

All of Madam Zhao's colleagues live a very glamorous life.

Even if the young lady who has breastfeeds grows up, she still calls her mother a respectful name to help her.

Only Mama Zhao is the most miserable in the wet nurse world.

If you don’t worry about lack of worries but unevenness, you can imagine how depressed you have nowhere to vent.

Jia She and Mrs. Xing handed Jia Cong to her, as long as he guaranteed that he would not die, the rest...

Just do whatever you want.

The several punishments and beatings that Jia Cong was subjected to were all handled by this nanny.

So Mama Zhao is the person "Jia Cong" once feared the most.

I saw her tall and thin, in her forties, with high cheekbones on her face and a gloomy gaze in her big eyes, and she looked a little terrifying.

Jia Cong did seem to be very scared.

So much so that his thin body was trembling slightly...

Seeing this, Madam Zhao was not proud of anything. She had a gloomy face and said in a deep voice: "What are you hiding?"

Logically speaking, as Madam Zhao, even if she doesn't call Jia Cong a "third master", she should be called "Brother".

But she didn't have it at all, and she just called it "you".

With another word "hide", you can see that she was contempt and dislike for Jia Cong from the bottom of her bones.

Jia Cong "reduced" his shoulders, as if he was hesitating whether to say or not, what to say.

Before he could he hesitate, Madam Zhao walked up to her feet in three or two steps, pulled Jia Cong away, and saw the wine jar on the table, her face became more and more gloomy.

"Okay! At such an age, I learned to eat alcohol! Could it be that the previous one was in vain?"
To be continued...