Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 503: Inheriting Cao Cao’s ambition and wearing a yellow robe

Unlike Dongfu, Mr. Jingda only has one son, and Jia Rong is also an only son. Ningguo Mansion does not have the trouble of dividing the family.

The only thing to consider is to give Jia Qiang a certain amount of support. However, Jia Qiang married a good wife. The daughter of the eldest princess of Deqing was married in with her connections and extremely generous betrothal gifts. Jia Qiang is now a serious county. As the guest of honor, you don’t have to worry about your future at all.

The Rongguo Mansion is different. More people means that the financial resources and connections needed for the future development of these brothers will increase exponentially.

As the heir to Rongguo Mansion, Jia Lian will inherit most of the resources of Rongguo Mansion, and the rest will be divided equally between Jia Cong and his second wife.

Here, another problem arises.

Earlier, the old lady gave too much subsidy to the second house. In order to prevent the relationship between the two sons that had finally been eased from cracking again, the old lady decisively called the two sons to her front years ago and made early rules for the future separation of the family.

After her death, the second brother-in-law will only inherit 10% of the property and connections in Rongguo Mansion. However, she will give more of her private wealth to the second brother-in-law. The remaining 20% ​​will be inherited by Jia Cong. In the future, good brothers will watch over each other and believe in love. …

Of course, it was impossible for the old lady to give all her private property to her second wife. What she felt most distressed about were the granddaughters she had raised.

During the New Year period, the old lady had already made statistics on the shops, farms and various industries under her name, and finally divided them into several parts, each of which was worth more than 30,000 taels of silver.

Four springs plus Daiyu, Xiangyun, and granddaughter-in-law Li Wan and Wang Xifeng each get a share.

No one has any objection to Baoyu getting two shares. After all, the old lady has doted on Baoyu for more than ten years, and Baoyu has also been filial to her for more than ten years.

Jia Lian and Jia Lan got two shares. Both of them were the heirs of each party, and they could be regarded as abiding by the secular rules, and the heirs came first.

Jia Cong and Jia Huan each had one share. In the end, the old lady kept one share with her, saying that after she left, the Pardon Master would make the final decision. After deducting the expenses for her funeral, he would leave the last share. The money was rewarded to the maids and women who served her, such as Yuanyang.

Of course, there are several special places in these properties. The old lady took them out individually and gave them special treatment.

The bead farm in the south where pearls are raised must be left to Jia Cong, because this bead farm was run by Jia Cong single-handedly.

The Dazhuangzi with hot springs at the foot of Yuquan Mountain in the west of Beijing will be left to the second son. The village has the advantage of hot springs, and the annual off-season vegetables alone are enough for the second house to make a profit of 18,000 taels, which can be regarded as an extra subsidy for the second house.

Several boxes of rare treasures in her private room were all left to her eldest son, because his eldest son liked epigraphy, calligraphy and painting...

The old lady must have thought about this approach for a long time. It can be said that it takes care of everyone and is extremely fair and just.

Of course, this is also because the old lady is rich enough.

Jia Cong was shocked when he helped the old lady calculate before. The combined property of Ning Rong and Ning Rong was not worth the private property of the old lady.

Not to mention the dowry and antiques in the treasury, the current silver alone has exceeded 400,000 taels of silver, and the silver in the Duke of Rongguo Mansion is only 890,000 taels.

Wait, brother Rong has picked up the connections and resources left by the former prince, brother Qiang has the support of Princess Deqing’s Mansion, brother Bao has the connections of the Baolinghou Mansion, and now Brother Huan has the support of the Wang family of Ningyuan Hou Mansion. political resources...

Well, it seems that Mr. Cong can also eat soft rice~

"Lang Geer is now studying in the Li family. Li Jijiu told me that Lan Geer is very likely to surpass his father in the future... He is the eldest son of the second wife and the direct grandson. He will inherit most of your second uncle's property and connections in the future. Baoyu With the old lady's private support and the connections brought by Girl Yun, he has nothing to worry about. What worries him is Brother Huan. He is a concubine and has never been taken seriously by the family..."

When Lin Ruhai thought about it, he had more troubles with having more sons. With his second uncle's temperament that he couldn't handle family matters, without the help of the old lady, the second brother's wife might fall apart.

Forget it, it's a big help if you can, after all, he's also my daughter's biological uncle.

Lin Ruhai didn't see Jia Cong's response for a long time, so she turned around and saw that Jia Cong's expression was extremely strange.

"What are you thinking?"

Hearing his father-in-law's question in confusion, Jia Cong subconsciously replied: "Everyone in our family seems to be eating soft food~"

Lin Ruhai said sincerely: "Don't feel embarrassed about relying on your wife's family. Since ancient times, marriage has to be of the same family. To put it bluntly, it means relying on each other. You help me and I will help you. I am old, and now I will use all my resources to clear the way for you. , In the future, when Brother Mo grows up, he will have to rely on you, his brother-in-law, to pave the way for him."

"What my uncle said..."

"Your uncle is right. Whether it's a wife family or a brother, you all need to help each other and support each other. This is the long-term solution."

A big hand suddenly appeared on Jia Cong's head. Master Pardon expertly rubbed his son's head, nodded to Lin Ruhai, and began to teach his son.

Jia Cong nodded. Both of them had experienced great storms and spoke wise words. He would not think that he was great just because he had received nine years of compulsory education.

He looked in the direction of Shiliting, but did not see the Emperor's holy chariot. He asked doubtfully: "Dad, why did you come back first? Where is the saint?"

uh~

Jia Cong's words made Master Pardon confused and didn't know how to answer.

He suddenly whispered to Jia Cong: "If the saint asks about me later, just say that I... uh... have a stomachache, and go back to see the doctor first!"

After saying that, the pardon master strode back to the horse, quickly got on the horse, and then quickly galloped towards the city gate in the eyes of everyone with surprise.

"I respectfully send you your holy greetings. Long live, long live, long live!"

The old man, who had not endured the hustle and bustle of the New Year, was obviously in good spirits after spending half a month resting in the imperial mausoleum villa.

However, he didn't seem to be in a good mood. He didn't even get out of the car. He just opened the car curtain, glanced around the neatly arranged queue, and finally waved to Prince Liu Hong, who was at the front of the queue.

"Grandpa Huang..."

"Where's that bastard Jia She?"

what?

"He was there just now, but he rode away in a hurry before you came... Jia Cong, brother Cong... where is your father?"

Liu Hong's mind was now filled with doubts. Why was the Grandfather of the Rong Kingdom the first person he asked about when he returned to Beijing?

Jia Cong reluctantly moved to the front of the carriage and kept looking in the direction of the carriage behind him.

If he read correctly, that carriage belonged to Lao Shisan's house.

This is strange. Old Thirteen, who was the most unruly in the past, is extraordinarily well-behaved today...

The old sage's temper really frightened Jia Cong, and he shrank under the old man's glare.

"Go back to Saint, my dad... uh... my dad has a toothache in his stomach!"

……

Jia Cong had a bag on his head and got into the carriage behind him.

"Where is your father?" "Run away!"

"It's so unfaithful. We agreed to carry it together!"

Lao Shisan not only had several bumps on his head, but also had a bruised nose and face. He lay on the soft and thick cotton blanket and complained angrily to Jia Cong.

No wonder Master Shen ran home as soon as he returned to Beijing. He got into trouble again, still with Lao Shisan.

Amidst Liu Ke's endless complaints, Jia Cong quickly figured out the ins and outs of the whole thing.

It turned out that because they were about to return to Beijing, Mr. Pardon and his "prisoner" Liu Ke secretly went to the main hall of the imperial mausoleum where the fourteenth Liu Fu was imprisoned and guarded the mausoleum. The two teamed up to beat Liu Fu again.

Originally, this matter was not a big deal, but what a coincidence, officials from the Ministry of Rites, Taichang Temple, Guanglu Temple, etc. who came to preside over the imperial mausoleum ceremony took a look.

Although the Fourteenth Old Man was not a thing, he was the biological son of the saint, and in such a solemn and solemn occasion as the main hall of the imperial mausoleum, the three old men were fighting together, so naturally they were looked down upon by the officials in charge of etiquette.

This quarrel was brought to the attention of the old man. In fact, it was nothing. These three old boys had looked down upon each other for decades and had been fighting each other for decades. The old man had long been accustomed to it.

The old man was too lazy to pay attention to these two things, so he had them dragged out and beaten ten times...

"Um... Master Thirteen, with this kind of painless punishment, you won't be able to lie down on the carriage and be unable to get up..."

snort!

"It's not your father. Just after he was beaten, he also beat up Chen Shoushi, the young minister of Taichang Temple, and Wan Huixuan, the young minister of Guanglu Temple. I was also dragged into it. No, I was beaten twenty more times. !”

what?

No wonder.

Jia Cong was even more curious now. His father had spent hundreds of millions of dollars, but not to the point of beating people for no reason.

Seeing that Lao Shisan's resentment was about to materialize, Youyou explained: "Actually, Chen Shoushi and the others filed a complaint against us with our father, and it's nothing to give us ten blows. But your father and I just finished our fight After they were beaten, I heard Chen Shou and others complaining about the policy of reforming official positions, saying that this was a policy that you and your father-in-law Lin Ruhai jointly deceived His Majesty to make to harm the country, and also said..."

Old Thirteen paused for a long time, raised his eyebrows and smiled at Jia Cong: "Boy, I want to ask you, tell me honestly, do you want to be Yi Yin or Huo Guang of Daxia? When I, Prime Minister Cao of Great Xia, woo woo woo woo..."

Jia Cong rushed up and covered Lao Shisan's mouth. Good guy, this man really dares to say anything!

Lao Shisan broke away from Jia Cong's hand and glanced at him with disdain: "Hey, please return it to the Marquis, a timid person is worse than a mouse! Chen Shou and the others have already spread the news that your father and son, Weng Xinxiang, plan to use the reform of the official system , gather the power in the court and push you to the position of power, maybe you can also seize the power of my old Liu family..."

Jia Cong is really afraid of this man. It's not that he can't talk but he has no brains.

"I'm begging you, can we think through our thoughts when we speak...be careful, this is not at home, there are a lot of censors and officials outside, you are just not afraid of being beaten to death by the impeachment, The boy is afraid of being chopped off by the emperor!"

I can’t blame my father for trying so hard to annoy the saint and beat those people, because someone is putting a yellow robe on Jia Cong.

Damn Yi Yin Huoguang, you might as well call me Cao Cao.

Old Thirteen continued: "Did you see those last few carriages? Chen Shou and the others were lying in them. Let me tell you, I paid these twenty bucks for your family. Your father ran so fast. , beat the person half to death, then disappeared with a whoosh, pity me, Old Thirteen... I want ten elbows from Nanchi Hongbinlou and theirs!"

Jia Cong held his forehead speechlessly: "That's necessary. I can't bear to see you being so wronged. Just wait, I'll finish beating the person first, and then I'll buy you some elbow elbows when I get back to Beijing!"

After saying that, he pulled open the curtain of the car, ordered the driver to stop, then jumped out and rushed to the end of the team to kill.

Lao Shisan pretended to stop him twice and struggled to climb out of the car: "Quickly, help me up, I want to watch the fun!"

……

The matter of reforming the official system seems to be calm in Beijing. In fact, as early as New Year's Eve, many people have united together and plan to join forces to boycott the implementation of this policy after the beginning of the new year.

To be honest, Jia Cong can also understand those who oppose this policy.

After all, vested interests are at stake, and everyone must find ways to obstruct the New Deal.

But one thing is, you can’t fucking make fun of the brains of my nine Jia family members!

Good guy, let's not talk about Yi Yin and Huo Guang. He is a prime minister and so on. The Second Saint gave him all the golden tools to defeat the king. Who cares about the title of a powerful prime minister?

But if you rush to put a yellow robe on me, you will be my life-and-death enemy, Jia Cong!

boom!

Xilulu~

The huge noise immediately frightened the horses pulling the cart, raised their hooves and neighed. The driver finally woke up from the panic, reined in the horse, and looked in horror at Yongfeng Hou Jia Cong, who was not far away holding a blunderbuss and aiming at his head. .

"Master Marquis, you... what are you... doing?"

"It has nothing to do with you, let the people inside come down for me!"

Wow~

"Who is it? How dare you assassinate the Holy Emperor! Ah? Marquis Yongfeng..."

The huge team was already in chaos when Jia Cong took out his gun and fired into the sky. The old saint even thought that someone was assassinating him, and angrily sent Captain Yu Linlang to come and check.

But at this glance, Yongfeng Hou Jia Cong, who had been knocked out of his head by the old man, was holding a blunderbuss and staring indifferently at the court officials who had gone to the imperial mausoleum to worship Emperor Taizong.

Chen Shoushi was driven out of the carriage, and there were seven officials beside him, including Wan Huixuan, the young minister of Guanglu Temple, Jin Mingyu, the chief minister of Guanglu Temple, Dong Qiugong, the chief minister of Taichang Temple... who could not stand still.

These officials were basically all below the fifth rank. Jia Cong, who was full of murderous rage, pointed his blunderbuss at him. He had already been beaten to death by Master Pardon and Old Thirteen. At this time, his legs were shaking.

However, after seeing the sage sent Mr. Yu Linlang, the leader Chen Shoushi plucked up the courage and gave Jia Cong a perfunctory hand.

"Marquis Yongfeng, I would like to ask the Marquis what he wants to do when he points such a vicious weapon at us in broad daylight."

"Didn't you say that I want to exercise the power of Yihuo, inherit Cao Cao's ambition, control the court and become a powerful prime minister? Well, today I will let you see what the power of Yihuo and Cao Cao's ambition are!"

boom!

No one expected that the revolver in Jia Cong's hand spun with a click, and with a bang, the projectile directly penetrated Chen Shoushi's right thigh at close range.

The heart-wrenching pain and fear of approaching death caused Chen Shoushi, who fell to the ground, to hold his legs and cry after a brief daze.

But he saw Jia Cong stepping forward, hitting Chen Shoushi's forehead with the still smoking gun, and said with a cold smile: "I'm sorry, my accuracy is not very good. I originally wanted to make a hole in your head. Don't worry. I will definitely not go astray this time, and I will give Chen Shaoqing a happy life!"

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　Sorry, I have something to do tonight, so the update is a little late.

　　I will continue to update the coding tomorrow, good night!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)