86_86438 Jia Cong came out of Yingchun's house and went to see Jia She. When he talked about the chessboard that Feng Ziying had robbed him a few days ago, he had just sent it to his sister, so he took advantage of the situation and said, "Master, the second sister's house is too small, and it's awkward to see! He can't even put down the things. Is it so difficult for our family to read at midnight? Even a bigger house can't be vacated. Brother Feng's house is dedicated to a yard for the ladies, and Brother Han's house has one for each. Our family is poor, and the three sisters squeezed into three small caravans the size of mung beans."

Jia She thought it was the same, so the next day he went to discuss with Jia Mu.

At first, Jia Mu didn't care, but later she heard that there was a yard where the young ladies lived in the Feng family. Each of the Han family had one, and she felt that her face was a little uneasy. After thinking for a long time, she said, "The yard in the northeast is quiet. Since that's the case, let the three girls move there on the day."

Jia Cong heard that he laughed secretly: He had originally planned to do something about the yard, which was where the Xue family lived when the Grand View Garden was built later. Because of the convenience of contact with the outside, Lixiangyuan could not get it for his sisters now.

Naturally, he refused to miss the opportunity to act obediently. When he got the letter, he immediately ran to his sisters to ask for me. He repeatedly emphasized that he was the master he asked for, but in fact, he kept moving this time was Jia She's words. Now this old man is his thick thigh, and Jia She is good, Jia Cong is good. Sanchun heard that he could move to a big house, and he was overjoyed. He got several more wallets. Daiyu had already moved out of Jia Mu's blue gauze cabinet, and when he got the letter, he wanted to go together. Baoyu refused and twisted Jia Mu's life and death. The two were angry again.

When Jia Cong knew about it, he immediately ran to come up with a bad idea: "Sister Lin wrote to his uncle! Let him tell his ancestors. How good is it for you to be in the sisters' yard, it's much easier for me to study."

Daiyu hesitated and said, "It's not good, it's like I and my father are pursuing my ancestors."

Jia Cong said, "Sister Lin is honest. Who told you to complain directly? You only do ordinary things to tell Uncle Lin. The sisters have moved to the yard. Now you have to walk a long way to find them to laugh. Only Brother Baoyu is still your neighbor. Although he laughs every day, it is not as lively as before. Uncle Lin must pity your loneliness and discuss with his ancestors."

Daiyu was still hesitant: "Isn't Baoyu lonely just because of this?"

Jia Cong rolled his eyes: "Sister has been here these days now. Have you lived alone when you see him? There are so many maids and sisters. He can still go out to play. But Sister Lin, you, the sisters are all there, you live alone in the old lady's yard. What fun is it that Brother Baoyu's temperament, are you still afraid that he will not run to the yard every day? There are not ten times a day, and I am afraid that there will be eight times."

Daiyu thought about it and wrote a letter to Lin Ruhai as she said. Later, Lin Hai wrote a letter, and she wrote a lot of articles, quoting scriptures from various sources and asked Jia Mu to let Daiyu move with her sisters. Jia Mu originally thought of raising her two jade children together, and she could get married over time. What a troublesome thing. But she still couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she had to let Daiyu move over reluctantly. This is a later story, so I won't mention it for now.

A few days later, Jia Huan sneaked into Jia Cong's house.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "I've been waiting for Brother Huan for three or four days." He introduced his youngest son to him.

Jia Huan looked at his room full of stubborn objects and said enviously: "Cong'er's life is so good."

Jia Cong sneered: "Good luck? Brother Huan, don't forget it. No one knows that I almost died of illness in the past year."

The youngest man was stunned: "I almost died of illness?"

Jia Cong nodded and whispered to him: "My father has made the old lady feel frustrated all these years. He only lives drunk and dreams every day, and he can't care about the other side." Then he sighed softly, "Dear uncles, you actually saved him. If it weren't..." He winked, "I'm afraid I'm going to drink to death."

The youngest nodded silently.

Jia Huan was still looking at his room: "It's just now."

Jia Cong said: "I will never become good for no reason. Do you know how much effort I have used? Do you know how hard I have worked?"

Jia Huan was stunned: "Thank you for your hard work?"

Jia Cong snorted, "It will rain on you that day, even if you fall, it won't hit me! Many tall men rushed to pick it up. Is this all earned by myself?" Because he stretched out a finger, "I tried hard to learn to write, the master liked to earn rewards;" and another one, "I acted cute outside and tried to please outsiders, and earned a gift for meeting."

Jia Huan was silent for a while and said, "The third sister said, I'll learn to write from you, so you can't let people know. Otherwise, the wife will stop her."

Jia Cong sighed, "Only this one, it's harder than me." He held his hand and said, "The second sister and the third sister can rely on us, but we can only rely on ourselves."

Jia Huan said angrily: "The old lady and the whole mansion only like Brother Baoyu."

Jia Cong shook his head: "Brother Huan, remember, if you still care about the wealth of the mansion, the third sister would have no hope."

Jia Huan hurriedly said, "My third sister said, let me listen to you all."

Jia Cong said, "If you want to listen to me, the first thing is to forget the golden and beautiful things in this mansion." He smiled brightly, "It's all for Brother Baoyu." He clenched his fists, "We are men, we will earn everything ourselves, we will earn more than this mansion, and we will be richer."

Jia Huan was startled: "There are any richer people in the world than our mansion?"

"I've gone too much." Jia Cong snorted, "Is the richest place in the world when you are an old lady's house? How about the palace? We have nothing, but we are better than young, and there is still a lot of time to study and manage." Because we stretched out our little fat claws, one holding the youngest son and the other holding Jia Huan. "One day, we will wake up and hold the power of the world and lie drunk on the beautiful knees."

Jia Huan shocked him and nodded constantly. Jia Cong laughed in his heart, not expecting that I would have a day to be full of domineering spirit.

After a few more days, the shopkeeper Jia Si came to look for the master again. He smiled and said, "Congratulations to the master, now it seems that the saint probably agrees with the master to punish those slaves."

Jia She hurriedly asked what he saw.

Jia Si said: "The Third Major General went to find Qin Sangu to ask about the Green Forest, and the Third Au often coaxed him to play. In the past few months, he has answered whatever he asked."

Jia Sheqi said: "As an emperor, why do he have such leisure to do?"

Jia Si sneered: "Since he could not trust the generals and the four kings and eight kings, he naturally did not want the major generals to go the right path. The third major generals are talented and intelligent, how promising can Green Forest be."

Jia She felt a chill in her heart: "Who will Cong'er come?"

Jia Si comforted: "The general doesn't have to worry. Since the emperor is willing to use the second major general, it shows that as long as he has the ability, he will not be idle."

Jia She snorted: "What is his ability? He just begged a woman to blow the pillow. It's also a blessing for your plan with Lao Liu."

Jia Si smiled and said, "The saint must listen to the pillow wind. At least the saint wished that the big house in this mansion would be built by the second house."

Jia She nodded: "You're talking very well. Forget it, the emperor of the world cannot trust him too much, nor can he not believe him. It's really troublesome."

Jia Si Haoxuan thought he had heard it wrong. Is this still their general? He hurriedly praised: "The general is wise." He also said, "Since the saints have helped, we can probably try it with one or two families. Don't let the saints down."

Jia She nodded: "Let everyone stop it. Now their family is making more money from the warehouse and the profits of the industry outside. They will make more money and make more money after they are getting fat."

Jia Si burst out laughing: "General is getting smarter." The general's attitude over the past few months has become like a different person than in the past few years.

The next day, Jia She went to the mansion in the south of the city again, and Te Te told her youngest son not to let Jia Cong know that going out to do work is not the same as moving his own warehouse. That little thing is not afraid of heaven and earth. He discussed with his brothers for half a day, and finally took a family of Mrs. Wang's confidant account manager to start in advance. This person is neither high nor low, and there is a lot of wealth in the family. He has long been a rich man outside, and he is just a servant.

The vote went very smoothly, and he rammed the warehouse in charge of the three houses overnight. When Jia She saw the things she had finally returned, her eyes were so red. Even when she scolded "a slave who was trying to die!" she wanted to find a sold out from her hair, so that Jia Si and others could stop him, saying, "The overall situation is the most important thing! It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. He is the general's slave, and he is afraid that he will not be able to cure him in the future?" Jia She was angry and used a long spear to vent his anger for half a day.

The next day, the manager learned that all the houses were stolen, so he hurriedly asked Mrs. Wang to take the posts from Rongguo Mansion to report to the official. However, the posts from Rongguo Mansion were all in the hands of Jia She's people, so he had no choice but to get Jia Zheng's posts. Although he was reporting to the official, he did not solve the case at all. The manager hated him cursed every day.

Jia Cong was completely unaware of this. Now that he had a bodyguard, he ran to the mansion in the south of the city every now and then. Jia She was worried, so Wu Baozi often followed him.

Jia She's personal soldiers were all in a downturn and lived in dilapidated houses and shacks on weekdays. How could this big house be better? Gradually, many moved here to live there. Some bought houses around after they got money, and some bought land for them.

Jia Cong had a good memory and quickly recorded the names of his uncles and nephews of his own soldiers. He was young, sweet-mouthed, recognized words, and loved to pursue martial arts. He became the mascot here in the blink of an eye. Unfortunately, he was too young to practice martial arts immediately, and was a little disappointed. He could only go to the martial arts field to cheer for his brothers, but secretly wrote down the characteristics of these people: whoever has the stronger bow and arrows, whoever has the better martial arts skills; whoever is good at commanding, whoever can do things independently. One day, he suddenly remembered that he is just using archery to ride a horse and shoot a archery as a play. I'm afraid that Han Qi didn't tease him at that time, and he was also playing with this.

In addition, he became a porter of writing. He taught his learned from Lin Daiyu to his youngest and Jia Huan, and often went to the mansion in the south of the city to teach other brothers and nephews. In that era, recognizing words was an extremely luxurious thing. Invisibly, Jia Cong, the young man, occupied an extremely important position in the hearts of his uncles, brothers and nephews. Because he had been learning and teaching, he was naturally much more profound and better than just "learning". Daiyu was extremely satisfied.

Because he didn't dare to say that he was his cousin, Jia Cong only said that his father only asked for him for a "Mr. Lin" who was well-educated and intelligent, and his father was Tanhualang. Jia Cong was too young and did not have the temperament of a gentleman. These brothers and nephews secretly regarded themselves as disciples of "Mr. Lin". When they secretly admired themselves, they also regarded themselves as disciples of Tanhualang's re-transmission. It was so pleasant to think about it.
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