In the Xicheng of Shenjing, in the back street of Rongning, there is a dilapidated house that has been in disrepair for a long time.

On the small hand-baked red clay stove, a round-mouthed sand pot was churning endlessly.

The faint fragrance of rice filled the air. Jia Qiang gently shook the cattail leaf fan in her hand and carefully controlled the heat to ensure that the porridge was cooked, but not too high and the bottom of the pot was burned.

But before the rice porridge in the clay pot was cooked, I suddenly heard a "squeak" sound coming from the courtyard outside the door. Not long after, a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old who looked like a nobleman walked in.

The sight of the young man's sapphire blue, dark purple and moiré patterns was visible. Jia Qiang stopped the wooden spoon in her hand, looked sideways and asked, "Brother Rong, why are you here?"

The person who came was none other than Jia Rong, the son of the mighty general Jia Zhen, the hereditary third rank of Ningguo Mansion.

Seeing the redness that still lingered on Jia Rong's handsome face, Jia Qiang narrowed her eyes slightly and her face became more solemn.

Jia Rong smiled awkwardly, avoiding Jia Qiang's clear eyes, and sighed in her heart:

It's strange that my ridiculous son was drunk the night before and almost did something stupid. This brother Qiang is indeed becoming more and more provocative...

But thinking of the scolding that his father had just spit on his face, Jia Rong had to hold on to his face and said with a smile: "Good brother, what are you doing? I grew up like me in the Duke's mansion.

Yeah, when did you ever step on the kitchen floor? Not only do you use these broken tiles to cook porridge, but you even wear linen... Why is this so?"

When Jia Qiang heard this, her face was indifferent and she didn't respond, just because she was too disgusted and too scared.

If he had come a moment later the day before yesterday, he might not have been able to escape Jia Qiang's original fate...

Jia Qiang, formerly known as Jia Qiang, was originally an ordinary research monk at a textile engineering university on earth.

The night before, I was working on my graduation project in the laboratory overnight. Unexpectedly, when my eyes darkened, when I opened them again, I would become Jia Qiang in the world of Red Mansions.

Jia Qiang originally liked to read leisurely books, especially The Red Mansion, so he was no stranger to Jia Qiang.

He remembered this person's origins well: "It turns out that this person's name is Jia Qiang, and he is also an upright great-great-grandson in Ning Mansion. His parents died early, and he has lived with Jia Zhen since he was a child. Now he is sixteen years older, and he is more romantic and handsome than Jia Rong.

The two brothers are the closest to each other and often get along with each other. There are many people in Ning Mansion, and those frustrated servants are good at making words to slander their masters, so I don’t know what villains are there to criticize and slander. Jia Zhen

I thought Yifeng had heard that something was not good, and I wanted to avoid suspicion, so now I have been given a house and ordered Jia Qiang to move out of Ning Mansion and start her own life."

In his previous life, Jia Qiang was also curious about what those frustrated slaves were spreading rumors and slandering?

Did Jia Rong and Jia Qiang have a "Jinlan love", or did Jia Qiang and Jia Rong's daughter-in-law get along well and become the brother-in-law who "raises the brother-in-law" as Jiao Da said?

Mr. Cao did not reveal anything in the Red Mansion...

Now that he has traveled through time, he finally figured it out.

Daqing was neither of the two, but was targeted by the dissolute Jia Zhen, and almost succeeded.

The night before, Jia Qiang had been so drunk that she became a piece of fish on the chopping board, unable to escape the poisonous hands of the chrysanthemum collector.

Not wanting to be possessed by Jia Qiang, he woke up and saw that he was almost raped by a man. He was shocked and kicked the unprepared Jia Zhen over, running wildly and escaping from Ningguo Mansion.

Recalling some of the conjectures I made when I was studying in the Red Mansion in my previous life, I have some confirmation of what happened to this predecessor:

No wonder that in her previous life, Jia Qiang fell in love with the opera singer Ling Guan, a "whore fan" in the words of Aunt Zhao and "nothing more than a cat or a dog" in Jia Tanchun's words.

Lin Daiyu even half-sickened to death just because Shi Xiangyun compared her with a senior official. She was deeply ashamed.

It's not Tanchun, Daiyu doesn't respect people, just because for thousands of years, the reputation of an actor has been like that of a prostitute.

That's why there is a comparison between the superficial person who is ruthless and the actor who is unrighteous.

Jia Qiang was originally an aristocratic young man who was "beautiful on the outside and smart on the inside". Could it be that he was not as knowledgeable as a few women at home?

How could he fall in love with a young actor and go to great lengths just to win a smile from a senior official?

Normally speaking, if you are favored by him because of his status, you are a good person in ten generations if you don't take advantage of him, and it is only right to use some means of threats and inducements to get him.

Now it seems that there is a reason...

After all, wouldn't a young man with no father and mother, who was treated as a "wasted flower" by his elders, and an actor who was "like a cat or a dog" be a perfect match?

Fortunately, Jia Qiang's timely arrival prevented the tragedy of "man on top of man" happening...

However, the situation Jia Qiang faces now is not much better.

Jia Zhen inherited the title of Ning Guo and was the head of the Jia clan. Even though it was a strange dynasty called Dayan, since it was a feudal era, the clan power must be the fundamental force of the current society.

The power of the clan leader is really difficult for a weak man like him to resist...

"Good brother, you'd better go back with me. The master said that I was drunk that day and can't remember anything... I wanted to cover you up to prevent you from catching a cold, but I didn't want to surprise you. Now he doesn't

It’s your fault, just go to my house and don’t worry about anything else.”

Jia Rong tried to persuade her with a smile, hiding her embarrassment.

Jia Qiang's bright eyes became even colder. After looking at Jia Rong, she lowered her eyes and said: "Brother Rong, you didn't listen to his words and intercepted me the night before. I will keep this in mind. But I will not do it in Ningguo Mansion.

Go back again."

When Jia Rong heard this, he stamped his feet and said: "Good brother, since you still think about me, how about helping me at least once? If I don't ask you back today, I won't be able to survive. How does he discipline me on weekdays?

It’s not like you don’t know that even when it comes to beating a son or interrogating a thief, it’s not that ruthless.”

Jia Qiang shook her head and said: "You go back and tell that person, just talk about what happened the night before. I won't say a word to anyone. As long as he can control the mouths of the servants in Ningguo Mansion, it will be fine. As for Ningguo Mansion, I won't say anything."

It's my turn, this is my home."

Seeing that all his good words were in vain, Jia Rong said angrily: "Brother Qiang, I have been supporting you for a while, but just because of a misunderstanding the night before, you have lost your dignity and forgotten the kindness of raising me?"

A touch of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Jia Qiang's mouth, and she said: "Jia Rong, have you forgotten that I am also the great-great-great-grandson of my ancestor Ning Guogong. Although my parents died early, they also left a piece of the ancestral legacy. Now there is only

Where have all the rest of the furniture and property in this broken house gone? Could it be that they disappeared out of thin air?" Seeing Jia Rong blushing, he shook his head slightly and said: "I don't want those things anymore, just treat them as my own in the past ten years.

But from now on, there is no need to mention the kindness of nurturing me."

The Ning Mansion began with Jia Yan, the Duke of Ning State, and was passed down to Jia Daihua, the first-class Shenwei general of the second generation of the Capital Jiedushi, and Jia Daihua was passed down to the third generation Jia Jing.

It's just that Jia Jing was obsessed with alchemy and Taoism, so he passed the title to the fourth generation Jia Zhen early.

This is the lineage of the Duke of Ning, Jia Yan, the Duke of Ning, originally had four sons. In addition to Jia Daihua, the Duke of Ning, there are three other sons who are direct descendants of Ningguo.

Jia Qiang's great ancestor was one of them.

Seeing that the conversation had reached this point, Jia Rong knew that it was impossible to bring Jia Qiang back. Looking at this brother who had grown up like a child, he sighed and said: "That's all, I won't say much, just go back."

Just take a beating... I'm just a good brother, take care of yourself in the future. I'm afraid I won't let it go... If you have any difficulties, you can come to me. If nothing else, you can still chew for a few taels of silver.

Yes." As he said that, he took out his purse from his sleeve pocket and wanted to take out some money. He knew that Jia Qiang fled from Ning Mansion in panic the night before, but she didn't bring much money with her.

But Jia Qiang still stopped him: "Brother Rong, I didn't mean to draw a clear line with you and not accept your money. It's just that if our brothers still communicate with each other in the future, it will be hard for you to get back to Ning Mansion. Your father always spits on you.

I don't want to get in trouble with you by scolding and humiliating you." He paused, hesitated a little, and then said: "Brother Rong, there is one more thing I shouldn't say more. It's just that we grew up together, so if we don't say it,

I am really worried. You got married last year, which is a great thing. But this year, I have watched with cold eyes, and I see that your father treats his sister-in-law, not like the father-in-law treats his wife... Well, that's all, in short,

Please be more careful."

When Jia Rong heard this, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her face turned red for a while, then green for a while, sometimes ferocious, sometimes depressed. In the end, she just became depressed and turned away without saying a word.

After Jia Rong left, Jia Qiang got up, first took off the sand pot, carefully drained the water from the fire pit, and then walked out of the room and saw Jia Rong's figure disappearing outside the broken door.

He sighed softly. Even if he could reach this point, as long as he carries the identity of the great-great-grandson of Ning Guo, he would have difficulty escaping the implicated disaster when the building collapses.

It’s really hateful and annoying!

However, fortunately among misfortunes, at least he has maintained his innocence and will not become the one among the time-travelers who sings "The Chrysanthemum is Broken".

As for what to do next and how to deal with shameless Jia Zhen's next stumbling block, he still needs to plan.

The only good thing is that the Jia family is not only dominated by the Ningguo mansion, but also has the Rongguo mansion to the west.

No matter in terms of title or seniority, they can suppress Ning Mansion, otherwise he would have been running away for a long time...

Because if she hadn't been afraid that the incident would spread to the ears of Rong Mansion and make all the elders angry, Jia Zhen would probably have sent her subordinates to fetch the person instead of sending Jia Rong to coax her.

Since there is something he is afraid of, there is an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Thinking of this, Jia Qiang returned to the house, ate the porridge in a clay pot, cleaned up, and began to clean the small house that belonged to him.

With an engineering background, he was unable to build an old house with his own hands, but it was not difficult to simply renovate an old house.

Holding an old ax and rotten chisel that she found from the ear room yesterday, Jia Qiang started tidying them up while slowly sorting out the memories of her predecessor in her mind...

No matter what, he must survive in this familiar yet unfamiliar world first...

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