After the Rebirth of the Red Chamber

Besides, Jia Jing notified the clan elders one by one, and asked the clan elders to notify the ordinary clansmen one by one, and then began to clean the Jia family's ancestral hall in Beijing.

The ancestral hall is no different than other places, it is the most important thing of a family, it enshrines the tablets of the ancestors and the various orders received by the members of the family.

Servants are not allowed to enter this place at all.On weekdays, the sweeping and sanitation are arranged for the descendants of the clan to come in turn.

And every year at the end of the year when offering sacrifices, the eldest son of the Patriarch and Chengsi will clean it again in person and wipe the ancestral tablet carefully.

However, Jia Daihua has grown older in the past two years, and Jia Jing couldn't bear his father's hard work, so he took care of the job by himself.

After he cleaned the ancestral hall carefully, Dao Lusi's days were also calculated. The most auspicious day before the year was the 25th of the twelfth lunar month.

Everyone in the Jia family breathed a sigh of relief when they heard about it: It seems that this year's sacrifice can still be held on New Year's Eve.

The date is set, and the hard days of officials above the third rank in Beijing will come.

There is no other reason, that is, to go to the Ministry of Rites every day, and follow the officials of the Ministry of Rites to practice the etiquette of the great sacrifice, which is commonly known as "performing etiquette".

It would be fine if he was younger, but for someone as old as Jia Daihua and not in good health, it would be a bit overwhelming after a day.

Fortunately, it is not once or twice to attend the royal family ceremony at the Jia family, and I have already had experience in dealing with it.

Jia Jing invited Dr. Wu from the south of the city to his home for consultation early in the morning, and prepared medicinal baths and massages for his father every day.

Moreover, Jia Jing specially learned some simple massage techniques from Dr. Wu.

He drove the car himself every day, sent Jia Daihua to the Ministry of Rites early in the morning, and picked him up in the evening, helping Jia Daihua to relax along the way.

This made all the honorable officials, including Jia Daishan, envious.

Needless to say, after they returned home, Jia Jing once again became a child of someone else's family.

From the second day onwards, those officials with older sons have all enjoyed the treatment of being picked up by their sons.

Of course, it was inevitable that Jia Jing would be beaten by his friends again.

Although Jia Jing felt that he was wronged, but seeing his father's proud face, he couldn't say anything more.

——With such a father who loves to cheat his son, what can he do?I can only forgive my old father again, and silently take the responsibility for it.

Even so, in five or six days, Jia Daihua lost a lot of weight, and the swelling on his legs didn't go away.

Jia Daihua sighed, "I'm old, I'm old!"

Jia Jing's heart ached when he heard that, he lowered his head and silently rubbed his father's legs.

In fact, how can Jia Daihua be considered old?He is not yet 60 years old.

It's just that he didn't care about it on the battlefield in the early years, and he fought so hard that he suffered hidden wounds all over his body.

Later, when he entered the imperial court, he was exhausted for the sake of the saint, so he hardly had a good rest.

A wealthy family like them lacks almost nothing.

If you take care of it carefully from a young age, even when you are 70 or [-] years old, there are many people who are full of energy.

Where would it be like Jia Daihua?

It's a pity that he is only 56 years old, his hair is all white, and he is as old as a candle in the wind.

But Jia Jing only dared to think about these words in his heart, and he absolutely couldn't say them out.

Otherwise, it would be resentment towards the monarch.

Jia Daihua just sighed, seeing his son being so filial, and thinking about how talented his son is among the best in the younger generation, he couldn't help being satisfied.

"In the future, my father will not be in court anymore. You must put your heart into doing business, serve the country, and listen to the words of the saint. The future of our Jia family depends on you."

Jia Jing lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "My son will remember what the master said."

Jia Daihua touched his son's head in relief, but he touched the cold white jade hair crown with one hand.

He couldn't help but "tsk", and said with a smile, "Father, I forgot, you are no longer the child with the pendulous bun back then."

Jia Jing's eyes were red, but he smiled and said: "Yes, my son has grown up. From now on, you can tell your son to do whatever you want. You and your mother will take good care of you. When your son gets married and has children, I also need to trouble you to teach your grandson!"

Jia Daihua cuddled in his heart, but laughed and cursed: "You bastard, I've had enough to support you, you still want to give me your son?"

Jia Jing just laughed.

Men in the Jia family like to be strict fathers.

Although Jia Jing is an old cucumber who paints green, and often makes Jia Daihua's strict father quite boring, but the father and son rarely have such a relaxed and happy time.

But such an atmosphere cannot last long.

When the carriage of Ningguo Mansion came out of Long Street and was about to turn to Ningrong Street, it was stopped suddenly.

The servants of Ningguo Mansion were afraid of being punished by Jia Jing, but nothing happened. The coachman of Rongguo Mansion who followed immediately quit and shouted: "Whoever doesn't have eyes, don't look at whose carriage it is. ?”

Jia Jing frowned, opened the curtain and scolded: "Hugh is so rude!"

Although the coachman was not reconciled, he swallowed his cursing words back.

At this time, Jiao Da, who was driving the carriage for Jia Jing and his son, had already stopped the horse, and politely asked the person who blocked the carriage: "Your Excellency stopped the carriage of Lord Houhou of my family, what can you tell me?"

This Jiao Da followed Jia Daihua on the battlefield, and saved Jia Daihua's life. He was injured in a critical place. He is in his 40s and has no heirs.

For this reason, Jia Daihua was very grateful to him, not only taught him to read and write, but also let him lead a group of servants composed of old disabled people.

Later, when Jia Jing asked Jia Daihua for help, Jia Daihua even put him beside his little master.

Although Jia Jing felt that Jiao Da was a little arrogant, he also knew that he was loyal to Ningguo Mansion.

I also saw that when he was out, he was quite methodical in receiving people and things. If he didn't take Zhang Gui with him when he went out on weekdays, he would definitely take him with him.

Fortunately, Jiao Da has subdued Jia Jing's methods all his life, and never dared to take advantage of him in front of him, so Jia Jing has been pampering him.

Today, compared with the coachman of the Rongguo Mansion, Jia Jing looked at Jiao Da, and it was really pleasing to the eye.

The person who stopped the car was a tall, thin young man with his head half down, making it hard to see his face.

Hearing Jiao Da's question, he lowered his voice and replied, "I'm looking for the son of Marquis Ning."

Hearing this voice, Jiao Da was startled, and his attitude became more respectful: "Wait a moment, wait for the little one to report."

The man said: "Please."

Jiao Da hurried to the car door, and lowered his voice to report: "Master, master, he is looking for our master. Although he deliberately lowered his voice, this old slave can still hear it. It seems that this is a servant in the palace."

"A servant?" The father and son looked at each other, Jia Jing said, "I'll go and see."

After finishing speaking, he bent over the car door and jumped off by pressing on the shaft of the car without anyone helping him.

Jiao Damu admired it, and felt that the uncle really deserved to be the descendant of Ning Guogong, and he would not fall into the prestige of his ancestors.

Jia Jing got out of the car, walked up to see people, was startled, stepped forward and asked: "Little Wang Gonggong, why is it you?"

But it turned out that this servant was Wang San'er, a young eunuch in the East Palace.

Because the little eunuch's surname was Wang, and he was from the same township as the crown prince and the former eldest eunuch Wang Zhu, everyone in the East Palace called him "Little Wang Gonggong".

Wang San'er raised his head and smiled at him, but lowered his voice: "If Guard Jia is free, please come with our house."

Jia Jing frowned: "But what's the matter with His Highness?"

Wang San'er said: "Your Highness has not seen Guard Jia for many days, and I miss him very much."

"I see."

Jia Jing nodded, turned around and asked Jiao Da to untie one of the horses driving, and said, "You send the master back first, and then send someone to pick me up at the gate of the palace."

Jiao Da agreed, took out his big fur cloak from the car and put it on him before sending him away.

Later, Jia Daishan poked his head out and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiao Da responded: "It's my uncle's friend, I have something to do with my uncle."

Jia Daishan said: "Then let's go back first."

"Yes." Jiao Da agreed, drove the car again, took Jia Daihua back to Ningguo Mansion, and then explained to Jia Daihua what happened just now.

Jia Daihua was puzzled: "At this time, why did the crown prince ask Jing'er to enter the palace?"

Jiao Da didn't answer, and Jia Daihua didn't need him to answer at all.

But it is said that Jia Jing followed Wang San'er all the way to the East Palace and entered the prince's study, but saw several people already sitting in it.

In addition to several officials of Zhan Shifu, there is also Zhang Chun, the uncle of the prince's mother's family.

Before Jia Jing came, several people seemed to be arguing about something, but when Jia Jing came, the study instantly fell silent.

Jia Jing wondered secretly, but respectfully bowed to the prince, and greeted each other with everyone in the study.

"Chen Gong came at the right time. They are still arguing, and Gu Zheng wants to ask your opinion." The prince got a headache from their quarrel, and when he met Jia Jing, he was like a savior.

But the prince's words can be regarded as offending the people in this room for Jia Jing.

It was as if there were so many of them, but one Jia Jing was no match.

But Jia Jing also understood that the prince didn't do it on purpose.

Although he grew up in a palace full of conspiracies and tricks, he received the most orthodox education from a sage since he was a child, and he learned all about conspiracy, and he was quite upright.

Although Jia Jing and him belonged to the monarch and minister, they were the first people who were willing to share their hearts with him in so many years. The prince regarded Jia Jing as a friend in his heart.

Therefore, when dealing with him, it is inevitable that there will be less scruples.

Knowing this, even though the eyes of several people in the study changed in an instant, Jia Jing secretly smiled wryly, but he didn't mean to blame the prince.

He just pretended not to see everyone's eyes, and asked with a smile: "I don't know what is it that makes so many talented people think twice?"

He flattered everyone at first, then avoided the seriousness and dismissed the dispute as a matter of careful consideration, which immediately made everyone's eyes warm up when they looked at him.

Zhang Chun looked at him a few more times, and there was a lot of admiration in it.