86_86438 Chapter 86: The three of Jia She were preparing to rob the Rongguo Mansion. The head of the family was personally responsible and sought help from Jia She's former personal soldiers. Although Jia Cong envied the promising job of bandits, he was too young and did not participate much. He only met Jia Siyi. Later, Jia She met with a group of personal soldiers and never took Jia Cong with him again. Strangely, he did not take Jia Lian either.

But a few days later, Jia She picked up a wandering child on the road. Because he saw that he was strong and honest, he thought that Jia Cong was naughty and liked to run around, and he might not be safe. He wanted to prepare a bodyguard for him. He asked the wandering child if he was willing to sell himself, and he would rather die than obey. Jia She just liked him, but coincidentally, he was surnamed Jia, so he brought it back, only for employment, and gave him some money and food every month as compensation. For a moment, Rongguo Mansion praised the good-hearted master inside and outside.

After hearing Qian Qi talk about the origin of the child, Jia Cong was so happy that he was not happy... There was no such unreliable story! This old man was too good to make a fool of himself. He saw that the child was eleven or twelve years old, and he was almost as tall as Jia Lian. He was covered in small muscles and could fight at first glance. His face was dark and dark, which was eighty-slight similar to Jia Si Shao. There was no need to guess who he was.

He stood up and saluted the child: "Little brother, I am Cong'er. I will ask my brother to take care of you in the future. Cong'er thanks you in advance."

The child probably never thought that he was so polite and was at a loss for a moment.

Qian Qi snorted from the side: "Why should I be polite to him? If the master hadn't picked him up, he might have starved to death tomorrow. I still don't know how kindness!"

Jia Cong said seriously: "This young brother has the same surname as me, so he is my elder brother. He is also invited by the master to protect me. He said that he would fight for me one day in the future, so he should thank you first."

Qian Qi was still waiting to speak, Jia Cong asked him first: "Do you have any other words?"

Qian Qi was stunned: "It's gone."

"Well, thank you Brother Qian for your hard work, thank you."

Qian Qi had no choice but to leave.

When he went back to see Jia She, Jia She asked him what the third master looked like when he saw the child. Qian Qi then returned to Jia She what Jia Cong said just now.

Jia She stroked her beard and nodded repeatedly: "Very good."

Qian Qifang wanted to say a few words, "The Third Master has really lost his master's majesty." After hearing this, he swallowed it immediately.

On the other side, Jia Cong smiled and took the new bodyguard's hand and asked him quietly: "Brother, are you the child of Uncle Jia Si?"

The child was slightly surprised and whispered because he was a little restrained, "Yes, I am his youngest son."

Jia Cong shook their two claws and asked cutely: "What's your name, little brother?"

The child said, "Because I am the youngest, my father called me the youngest."

"Oh." Jia Cong nodded, "Then is this a nickname. Where is your big name?"

The young man was stunned and said sadly: "A small family like us is not as good as the children of your wealthy families who can study. What kind of name can you give?"

Jia Cong knew that he was a person who was interested in learning, so he said, "Why are there many Jinshis from big and small households? Aren't many Jinshis from small households?"

The youngest man lowered his head and said, "That's a rich family, so where can ordinary people go to private schools."

Jia Cong thought it makes sense. In ancient times, education was a high consumption. He said, "Brother Yaoer, you want to study and I want to learn martial arts. It's better to do this. You teach me how to practice martial arts and I teach you how to recognize words?"

The young man was stunned and widened his eyes: "Really?"

"Really! Although I have just started to study now, I will tell you what I have learned after I come back." Jia Cong stretched out his chubby little finger and said seriously, "Hook it up!"

The youngest man hurriedly stretched out his dark little fingers, and his two little fingers were hooked in one place. Even after decades of war, they never let go.

Jia Cong then shouted 123 romance to make training clothes, and he wanted to practice martial arts. He asked them to make black and white colors, saying that it was white and handsome black and cool. Because both black and white colors were unlucky, Hong. Xiu advised him for half a day before he could change to moon white and red sandalwood colors, and he also rushed to help him put two pairs of small training shoes with a thousand-layer bottom.

From this day on, Jia Cong played with his youngest man every day... He was still young, and his youngest man dared not teach him kung fu. In addition, he practiced his own calligraphy and taught his youngest man a few. Because he didn't know many traditional Chinese characters, he was just one or two days, but his youngest man was extremely grateful and took care of Jia Cong more and more. Jia Cong immediately discovered that his youngest man was very smart and could learn it. He occasionally drew on the paper where Jia Cong drew chicken feet pictures, and the one he drew was more authentic than Jia Cong's original version.

Jia Cong slipped to Li Wan's yard after his sisters came out of school, and Lin Daiyu and Li Wan taught him together. Daiyu had already begun to enlighten him. Because Jia Cong was a cheater and seemed extremely smart, and because he didn't understand ancient education, he also had many doubts. Daiyu also felt accomplished when teaching him. He always had a tense face like a young man. Naturally, he never forgot to write this matter in his letters at home. Sanchun also often joined in the fun. Yingchun was naturally the most patient. Even if he couldn't understand for a long time, he only said, "It will be fine in a few days." Xichun was irritable and occasionally threw out a few words of "stupid" to make Jia Cong look at him pitifully, and was embarrassed again. The sentences in Tanchun were a little eye-catching, and he looked at him in a daze.

Jia Cong was a little strange at first, but then he understood when he thought of Jia Huan and asked quietly: "Brother Huan is willing to practice calligraphy with me?"

Tanchun showed a look of gratitude, but he stopped talking, and finally shook his head: "Huan'er can't compare to you."

Jia Congqi said, "Where is the best place? If I do the same as the one raised by my aunt?"

Tanchun concentrated for a long time and said softly: "Why is your wife in charge? He has never been liked by the wise king."

Jia Cong couldn't help but feel excited: Good guy, Miss Jia San is so smart. Do you actually know everything at such a young age? It seems that I can't be considered a monster at all. When it comes to monsters, everyone in this mansion is full of monsters. Sorry, Xiao Xiaoxiaozi, brother, I am not capable at this moment, and I will help you if I get the chance in the future. So I will study hard and improve every day, but I often feel lonely as a science student sitting in the liberal arts class.

More than a month passed in the blink of an eye. While Jia Cong was counting anxiously, Zhaoer suddenly came to report happily: "Third Master! Our grandma is happy!"

Jia Cong was overjoyed! "Really! Is there a little nephew?"

Zhao'er knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to him, saying, "I have invited the doctor to see it just now." He was also very happy, "The Second Master said, it's probably a coincidence that the Third Master brought the handkerchief and cakes."

Jia Cong smashed the table hard, grinned the corner of his mouth to the root of his ear, and argued: "That's not a cake!" My eldest niece, if you don't come, I thought I had been grinding the cake filling for half a day in vain. I hurriedly gave Zhaoer a hanging of money, and he went happily.

When Jia She heard that the handkerchief "Zao Sheng Guizi" hidden by her youngest son really made her eldest daughter-in-law happy. She was overjoyed and immediately rewarded Jia Cong with fifty taels of silver. Jia Lian and Feng Jie thanked him 200 taels, and Jia Lian even told everyone that his brother had brought him a son. Even Mrs. Wang Ziteng thanked him 100 taels of silver when she heard about it. Jia Cong suddenly became rich.

Many other wives and grandmothers sent people to ask how to grind the "jujube-produced osmanthus" and how to grind it to the point. Jia Cong naturally had no time to receive it, so he only turned red. He talked to the big maids and wives, and asked them to just pull it away casually. He smiled and said, "If it is not effective, it is not hard to grind."

123 Romance smiled and said, "Since you want to make people believe, you naturally need some reason." So they broke out carefully with Hong. The two sleeves and Hong. They carefully explained many things. How to choose the materials, grind it first, grind it, and what shape it looks like; when rubbing it, rub it first and then rub it, how to make a bun, what kind of handkerchief bag to find, which corner to fold it first, etc. It is really too meticulous and meticulous, and Jia Cong's scalp was numb. 123 Romance also said, "Don't laugh, if we say how to grind it, people will think we hide our own private parts and refuse to tell them. This is the best way, and they all thanked me from the bottom of their hearts."

Jia Cong thought it was true, but people's hearts were like this, so he ignored it.

For a time, every family of two or three or four years old was grinding cake fillings, called "Boys Cakes", but many people really attracted pregnant women. Jia Cong thought that it was probably a handkerchief under the pillow, which played a psychological role, and the couple worked harder. Jia Cong didn't know how much thanks to thank him alone, and he never lost his life again. Hong. Xiu123 also received gifts with romance, and his private money was much more than that of mandarin ducks. Over time, this "Boys Cakes" became a folk custom that was introduced to later generations, which was a story later.

That night, Jia Cong went to Jia She's house for dinner and came back. The youngest man quietly pulled him over and said, "Third Master, don't run around tonight."

Jia Cong's eyes lit up: "Do you want to start construction?"

Yaoer nodded: "Tonight, I started to do it at the third update. The day before yesterday and last night, my father had already taken a few uncles to step on it."

Jia Cong was overjoyed and said excitedly: "I want to go and see it."

The youngest man shook his head: "The third master is still young."

Jia Cong pulled him to act coquettishly: "Good brother, please take me to see it."

The youngest one only pushed it to Jia She: "The master said he would not allow the third master to make trouble."

Jia Cong snorted, "Have I ever made trouble? This matter was originally my idea, but I was still young and it would be fine if I didn't allow it to participate, but I didn't even let it look at it. Dad was too much!" Suddenly he jumped off the kang and ran out.

The young man hurriedly chased after him and shouted, "Don't go! He won't let me tell you!"

Jia Cong didn't care about this, he ran fast like a rabbit.

The youngest man hurriedly chased after him, and finally caught up. Seeing that it was not far from Jia She's house, Jia Cong opened his mouth and was about to shout. The youngest man was anxious and came up to cover his mouth and whispered in a low voice: "My master, good guy, don't shout, I'll take you to see!"

Jia Cong immediately jumped up: "Really!"

The youngest man said helplessly: "Don't let the master know."

Jia Cong nodded vigorously: "I just look at it secretly, and I will never speak out, and I won't let anyone know!" As he said that, he was about to stretch out his little finger, "Hook!"

But the youngest man grabbed his whole claw and looked up at the moon: "San Master, go to bed for a while." Then he pulled the person back.

Jia Cong shook his head repeatedly: "How can I sleep? I just lie down for a while... Brother Yaoer, I can leave myself, why are you anxious? The master didn't notice it."

The two of them quietly returned to the house, pretending to be tired, and they all got on the kang early.

Jia Cong held a Western pocket watch that was fed from Feng Ziying in his hand, and opened his eyes from time to time. At about the second and third o'clock, the tent was suddenly lifted.

Jia Cong got up from the kang: "Brother Younger!"

I saw the youngest man standing in the moonlight in a black night dress and smiling slightly...
Chapter completed!