Jia Cong, the God of Dancing Through the Red Mansion

Jia Cong had to admit in his heart that his father was really out of tune, but he was also a little moved in his heart. His father was originally a dude, and he thought that women were good at antiques, so he always thought that he would like them too. That's why he had already thought about preparing these for him so early.

But now is not the time to be moved, so he raised his head and asked, "Daddy, does that woman want money?"

"Of course it has to be spent. It should be bought by Qu San'er from Jiangnan. The price is quite expensive."

Sure enough, Jia Cong nodded secretly, "Dad bought someone from him before? How much money?"

Jia Amnesty thought for a while before saying, "Qing'er and Jing'er in Xiyuan'er were bought from him, but I forgot whether it was [-] or [-]."

Eight hundred and one thousand to buy that kind of thing, his father really took it for granted, even though he didn't know much, but just look at the girls who are about the same age in the mansion, and then compare everyone's appearance, body, voice, worth, money, etc. Compare it and know how much it is thanks to.

He frowned, and looked at his father suspiciously with sideways eyes, "Sister Cherry's money for selling herself seems to be only ten taels."

Jia Amnesty disliked his son's pettiness, so he opened his mouth and said, "That's the same, that, that..." But after a long time, he didn't know how to explain the difference to Brother Cong.

To be honest, that cherry is really a beauty embryo, it is still young and already has some beauty, otherwise Mrs. Xing would not have put her here with Jia Cong. What I really hope is that even if Jia Amnesty is not stingy, but The people in the son's and daughter's room should still not be ashamed to touch them, or else they would have been kept in her place, and they might become a disaster at some point.

And the little songs that Cherry sang when Jia Cong woke up sounded good, and the original condition of the voice was definitely better than this.

When it comes to other skills, no matter how confused Jia Amnesty is, he knows that it is not easy to tell his son.

Seeing his son's little face full of curiosity, it was hard to say anything, so he could only vaguely say, "That's not it, isn't it how old is it? Doesn't it cost money to support such a big family?"

Hearing this, Jia Cong became even more contemptuous, "My son now costs two or two months a month, 24 taels a year, and only 240 taels in ten years. That man is more expensive than his son."

There is too much water in these words, his two taels of silver a month can only be regarded as pocket money, it is for him to reward people, or buy some gadgets, other four seasons clothes, food and decorations, and even gifts for others , but his father or Mrs. Xing paid for it, but he never gave out a penny.

However, one can't expect Jia She, the old man who never cared about common affairs, to distinguish these things.

How can this be called Jia Amnesty?Do you want to blame yourself for giving your son too little monthly money?But the monthly money of the masters in the mansion is fixed, and I used to get it from my grandmother when I didn’t have enough money back then. I can only remember to give my son more pocket money when I go back, so as to save a small family. Sample.

But now he really has nothing to refute, he can only pat the boy on the head and say: "Your master? This little money is so clear."

Jia Cong didn't speak, just made a face at him, and muttered: "My sisters also have such a little money, and they have to pay more for pollen than my son."

After finishing speaking, he didn't listen to what Jia She had to say, and went to sleep directly in his arms. In other words, he also took a nap every day, and it was a bit late now.

The rest, Jia Amnesty, couldn't help but think about what Jia Cong said just now. Could it be that he was really taken advantage of?I didn't think about it before, so there was no doubt about it, but after uncovering the matter, the girls who sold it to me were not too good-looking, but the money was actually a high-end price.

He felt a little depressed, but he didn't take Jia Cong's last words like "buy pollen" to heart. Those girls all lived with the old lady, and Wang was in charge. Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Wang, what is the matter with him, the elder of the outer courtyard.

On the contrary, even though he bought those girls' flowers with his father's money, he didn't feel bad, but he still felt a little uncomfortable being treated like a fool.

But if he was a master to argue with people like Qu San'er, he really couldn't save face, so he could only secretly think that it would be better to distance himself in the future.

Sure enough, although Naqu San'er sent him a few more posts after that day, Jia Amnesty found excuses to push them away.

The person who came and went again and again probably knew what Jia She meant. Although he secretly hated him if he didn't take the bait, he still had to find a new way, and gradually stopped coming to this mansion.

Jia Cong's life is still leisurely. Under the occasional urging of Jia She, he has finished studying "The Book of Songs", and now he is about to start reading "Tang Poetry". There is a style.

Even on Jia She's birthday, he personally carved a simple jade ornament as a gift for him.

As the head of the Rongguo Mansion, even if he is not favored, he has seen a lot of expensive birthday gifts over the years, but in his heart, they are not as good as his younger son. The finished product made for the first time, although because of his small size and weak strength, the engraving was not fine enough, and the knife technique was too immature, but this little thing seemed to be engraved in his heart.

After getting it, he hung it on his waist all the time, and those who came and went to flatter him would inevitably ask about it, but he didn't hide it, but said with a proud face that his youngest son carved it himself.

These people are all good people, everyone knows that Mr. She has a youngest son who is only four years old and less than five years old. Although they knew about this person before, they seldom heard of it.

Looking at it now, Buddha is very favored. Although this jade ornament does not look very good, it still has some aura. If it was carved by an adult, it would only be a rotten wood that cannot be carved, but it really came from a child. There are many places to praise, no matter whether it is true or not, at least Jia Cong's reputation of intelligence, virtuousness and filial piety can be regarded as publicized.

These things allowed Jia Shen not only to enjoy the joy of being a wife, but also the joy of being a father. He only felt that he had extra face. Get out a few streets.

Moreover, his son is obedient, filial and obedient, he thinks of his father first in everything, and the guy next door sees his second brother like a mouse sees a cat.

For this reason, Jia Amnesty also deliberately took Jia Cong to hang around the second master Jia Zheng several times. The intimacy between the father and son made Jia Zheng both contemptuous and red-eyed.

Every time they passed by, Jia Zheng was said to have lost his temper when he returned to the back house. Not only did Baoyu get upset every time, even Jia Huan was frightened by his black face and cried.

It made Jia's mother unable to eat, but she didn't know what kind of madness this filial son had gone.

After Jia Amnesty found out, he was laughing all night in his dreams.

Not long after Jia She's birthday, an urgent report came from Yangzhou in the south, saying that his aunt was gone.

The two masters of Jia's mansion are nothing, since ancient times men and women have different seats at the age of seven, sons and daughters have always been brought up separately, and there is a big age difference between these two and the younger sister, so they have never been very close.

But that was the precious daughter that the old lady had in her middle age, and she had always cared about her. At this time, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, so how could she not be heartbroken.

The daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law of the Manchu Mansion are also Wang Xifeng's favorite, so those who go to the old lady's place these days must be more diligent.

According to the old lady's intention, no matter which master in the house, there must be someone to give Jia Min a ride.

But Jia Amnesty has a title, and he figured out that he wanted to invite the emperor to go south of the imperial city. He wanted Jia Zheng to go there. It was already getting colder, who would want to be pampered?When people say they are busy with business, they push it away.

When Jia She and his son heard what he said together, they couldn't help curling their lips. The second master's job was almost called an idle job. At most, he chatted with the Qing customers every day, which is really busy!

The only grown-up among the grandchildren is Jia Lian, but when Jia She heard about this, he wanted to see how cruel the second child who claimed to have the best relationship with his sister could be, so he pointed it out early. The matter sent him out.

This is good, the elder master can't go, the second master is busy, and the second master Lian is not here, so the masters can't get away!

Count down some respectable slaves, and each of them has things they can't get rid of.

The big and small Wangs didn't dare to tell the old lady about this situation, so they could only send a few third-class servants over in private.

By the time Mother Jia found out, a few days had passed, and it was already too late to chase her back.

Mother Jia sent a letter to the Lin family before, meaning that she wanted to bring the only girl of the Lin family to Beijing to raise her personally. Lin Ruhai didn't say she disagreed, but this time she sent a letter to the Lin family. The old lady could only hope in private. So, her son-in-law should not anger the Yue family and disagree.

I was worried, so I didn't give the two Wangs a good look for a while, until another message came from Yangzhou, saying that Miss Lin would come back with everyone, and the old lady's face recovered.

Jia Cong heard these things from Mrs. Xing after she came back. Although the weather was warmer in the beginning of spring, he still didn't like to go to Jia Mu's place. Bullying, so let him go, but every time he went to greet Jia Mu, he would take him all the way to show his face.

The rest of the time was pushed with the excuse of being weak.

Jia's mother didn't care about Jia Cong and Jia Huan's two concubine grandsons. If she didn't go to her, she would save Baoyu from being spoiled by those who couldn't make it to the stage. It can be said that it was exactly what she wanted.

The author has something to say:

Here is the small theater:

It is said that last time Jia Cong followed Mrs. Wang's words and said some words about Baoyu and Jia Shexiang.

He talked very well, but Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly. Jia She's reputation was ruined by their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but now he is being used as Baoyu. How can this be tolerated?

However, the two of them looked at Brother Cong in front of them, how could such a child say such a thing if no one taught him?

The two of them thought of this at the same time, and stared at Jia Cong's eyes, and looked at Mrs. Xing at the same time, those round eyes seemed to want to eat people.

Mrs. Xing was still gloating there, but when she was looked at unexpectedly, the smile on her face hadn't had time to hide.

But now that she is living more comfortably, she also has some quick wits, her complexion changed a little, and she laughed again, and pretended to wipe Jia Cong's sweat, lowered her head and asked, "You little man, don't you think so?" Do you know who said this?"

Of course Jia Cong cooperated, pretending to be afraid of the eyes of Mrs. Jia and Mrs. Wang, shrank into Mrs. Xing's arms, and replied in a low voice: "It's what the nanny and the others said." He raised his head again, looking proud , "When they whispered, they thought I was asleep, but I actually heard them all!"

Before Jia's mother could reprimand her, Madam Xing had already preemptively said to Madam Wang: "Sister and sister, you are in charge of the whole house. I was born in a small family, and I really don't know the rules of these big houses.

But the character of these nannies, next time the younger brothers and sisters should pay more attention.It's nothing to neglect our brother Cong, anyway, he is not a noble person, but if there is something wrong with Baoyu, it will be terrible. "

It was as if Mrs. Wang had chosen such an unruly person for Jia Cong, and Mrs. Wang was so angry that she couldn't speak for a long time.

What Mother Jia originally wanted to say was that Mrs. Xing couldn't get on the stage, and she couldn't even train/teach him well, but she snatched her from saying those words first, but couldn't speak again.

I could only get angry in my heart, and waved the person away, "Okay, the eldest daughter-in-law and Brother Cong go back, such a servant who dares to talk about the master, it's better to send him away early, so as to save money." Broken brother!"

Mrs. Xing respectfully replied: "Yes".

Bringing Jia Cong back to the courtyard of the big house...