Master of Karma in the Red Chamber

Yan Liang smiled silently, acquiescing to Jia She's words.

Jia She opened his mouth, and wanted to ask Yan Liang what rank of official he was, but he thought that the job of managing horses should not be of high rank, so he kept silent, afraid of embarrassing him.

"Anyway, he is an official with a real position, and he is better than me."

Jia Amnesty comforted Yan Liang a few words, and then prepared to leave.

Yan Liang stopped him, and hung out the contract in his hand, "Come to me tomorrow morning, I have something to tell you."

Jia Amnesty froze for a moment, nodded in agreement, and then went.

Yan Liang immediately asked Wu Qiumao to find some of the best doctors in the capital, and after taking care of these people, he also found a relatively reliable servant woman in the mansion and told them to do things according to his requirements tomorrow.

"Don't ask the reason, don't spread it, otherwise..."

Otherwise, Yan Liang didn't say anything in the future, so he went back to the room first.

Wu Qiumao and the two women in charge stayed behind. In front of these people, they called all the people with crosses on the roster to them, and dismissed them all with a word.

There were more than forty people dismissed this time. It was said that there was only one charge, but in fact they were usually sharp-mouthed, lazy and didn't like to work.

Forty or so people were very upset and pretended to make trouble.

"Master said earlier, you can't help talking too long, who told you that you have committed a taboo. Don't think that there is nothing wrong with a large number of people, it doesn't matter if you say a few words, if you really dare not punish you all? Master will not punish you to go to Zhuangzi It is already a great grace to endure hardship, or to sell you at will. Now take the bitter fruit and leave, it is the best end."

When everyone heard this, they didn't dare to make trouble anymore, they packed their luggage honestly, lined up and left through the back door.As for their future life, it all depends on their way of life.However, most people rely on the great business of the Ning family and have been slacking off as moths. After going out, they will naturally have a bad life, and it is useless to regret it.

Yan Liang was extremely merciful in sending his servants this time, and he just sent them out of the house to give them back their freedom.In other families, if a slave wants to be free, he has to save money to redeem it.Therefore, whoever dares to criticize the masters of the Ning Mansion and criticize the subordinates in this regard must have insufficient reasons.

After experiencing the turmoil of Lai Er, so many people were taken away this time, and the remaining servants were all vigilant in their hearts and did not dare to make mistakes.However, there are also complaints that when people leave, they will have to take on more work, which is not worthwhile.But soon there was news from the master that the monthly payment per person has increased, and an extra one hundred cash will be given.In places where there is a temporary shortage of manpower, each person will be given an additional two hundred Wen on top of this, and the original price will be restored after the manpower is filled.

The servants are all happy to have more money, so they don't complain anymore.Especially for those servants who shared their work evenly, they could get three hundred extra coins for a little more work, which was a great thing that they couldn't even ask for.They all took the initiative to express that they could continue to undertake those tasks, and begged the steward not to find someone else.

Wu Qiumao relayed these situations to Yan Liang one by one.

Yan Liang thought that there were too many people in Ningfu, so he was so happy that he naturally agreed.

It happened that Jia Zhen brought her son Jia Rong to pay her respects.

Yan Liang smiled and said: "For a question about your father and son, let's take the plum blossom outside the window as the topic, write a poem inside a stick of incense, and see who has the better artistic conception. I will grant you a request for the winner. Anything that does not violate morality and I can I will grant whatever request is made.”

Jia Zhen's eyes lit up when she heard it. These days, he studied during the day and practiced martial arts at night. He was exhausted physically and mentally.Today is an opportunity!

Jia Rong's idea was very simple, he was envious of the famous fan in Jia Zhu's hand.Jia Zhu entered school early, and she was a role model for all the Jia family's children.The fan in his hand is extremely rare, so it is naturally eye-catching, making all the disciples envious.Schoolchildren often talk about this object these days.Jia Rong is still a child, of course he will follow suit, so he really wants to have one.

Both father and son are determined to win.

As soon as the incense was lit, the two racked their brains and wrote poems at their desks.

Jia Zhen finished first, with a smug expression on her face, she expected that she would definitely win.How could any son dare to beat Lao Tzu these days, and before composing the poem, he gave Jia Rong a few hard glances, not believing that this kid dared to disobey him.Besides, he is still in his 20s anyway, he has read more books than Jia Rong, and he must be better than him in terms of talent.Therefore, today must be the day he fulfills his wish.

Jia Zhen began to struggle, how should she ask for a while, should she not learn literature or martial arts?Learning literature consumes energy, while learning martial arts consumes energy, so it's hard to choose.

Yan Liang saw Jia Zhen's poems, and only said, "It's passable".Instead, he took Jia Rong's poem, nodded, and directly sentenced Jia Rong to win.

The verdict came too fast, Jia Zhen was a little caught off guard, and her expression was still in a state of joy.

"Father, it's too childish for you to just glance at him and say he won! Don't you just want to embarrass your son?"

Jia Rong was very excited and almost jumped up, but seeing his father Jia Zhen like this, he didn't dare to show it too obviously, and stood silently by the side with his head bowed.

Yan Liang sent Jia Rong to leave first, and then said to Jia Zhen: "It is true that you lost."

Jia Zhen refused to accept it, so she picked up Jia Rong's poem and read it. She didn't think he did a good job, so she was so angry that she felt it was unfair.

Yan Liang motioned to Wu Qiumao, and took Jia Zhen to sit behind the screen.

After a while, Wu Qiumao led three of Jia Zheng's Qing guests over to judge and asked them which of the two unsigned poems was better.After the three people circulated it, they agreed that Jia Rong's song was better.

After the answer came out, Wu Qiumao immediately led them out to Guangyuan Building for a drink.

At this moment, Jia Zhen's expression was extremely embarrassing, and she was ashamed.

"You still think I'm embarrassing you?" Yan Liang paused, "Do you know why I did this? Once you and Jia Rong's names are signed, everyone will definitely say that you did a good job. You are a father and the uncle of Ningfu , everyone wants to save face for you."

Jia Zhen lowered her head lower and lower.

"In the past, everyone praised you because of your identity. How capable do you really think you are? But you don't even know that you are not as good as a nine-year-old child." Yan Liang's tone became colder and colder, "The saddest thing about people is not Without talent, there is no self-knowledge.”

Jia Zhen lowered her head vigorously, her body was hooked into a shrimp shape, and she was still trembling slightly.

"Blame me for embarrassing you?" Yan Liang sneered, and suddenly asked the blame, "You pretend I don't know what you did when you asked for leave to play that day?"

Jia Zhen was originally full of cursing and resentment, but suddenly her heart trembled when she heard these words.He asked his father to go out for a day that day, and he promised that he was only a friend and would not be a womanizer.But in fact, his friends helped him get five women to hide in the restaurant one day in advance.

Unexpectedly, my father even found out about this matter.

Jia Zhen fell to her knees and honestly apologized to Yan Liang for her mistake.He has no second choice, the father of this family is the biggest elder, he has to listen.

"Don't feel wronged, I will punish you well. Maybe in the future, you will have many companions." Yan Liang patted Jia Zhen's head with a smile, which was considered comforting.

But Jia Zhen didn't think it was comforting, and shivered, feeling that her father was getting more and more frightening.However, apart from himself and Jia Rong, who else could father care about?

"I have been away for the past two years, and you have always been the patriarch. Have you read our clan rules carefully?" Yan Liang asked suddenly.

Family rules?Jia Zhen shook her head suddenly, then suddenly regained her strength and shivered again.Could it be that father still wants to restrain the entire Jia family like he disciplined him?

Jia Zhen thought about it carefully, and it was indeed possible.Father is the elder of Jia's clan, and he can say nothing in Ning Mansion.In the entire Jia family, he can call the wind and the rain.The patriarch is the person who is in charge of the affairs of the whole clan, restrains the behavior of the clan, and presides over and supervises the clan rules and covenants.In detail, the patriarch has the right to manage everything from family disputes, weddings and funerals, to ancestor worship and temple affairs.

Jia Zhen was even more afraid.

"It really is a fool." Yan Liang smiled, and only punished Jia Zhen to recite the "Book of Rites" aloud ten times in her courtyard every day before she could have breakfast. It is heavy, but if you are lazy and slack and I find out, it will be a big deal."

Jia Zhen really didn't expect that her father didn't mobilize her family law this time. As if she was about to receive an amnesty, she hurriedly thanked Dade and kowtowed to her father, promising to abide by the rules, and then went down.

Yan Liang drank tea for a while, then sat down in front of the case, picked up a pen and continued to write the family rules in large characters.

……

On the second day, Jia She came to see Yan Liang early as scheduled.

It's a bit strange today, starting from the boy who opened the door, to the woman who led the way, and the servants who occasionally passed by on the road, his expressions were all wrong.

Just as Jia Amnesty was wondering, he saw Wu Qiumao and hurriedly greeted him.Wu Qiumao dodged for a while, and then had no choice but to politely bow to Jia She. He didn't see Jia She's expression right.

"What's the matter with you today?" Jia Amnesty grabbed the guy and couldn't help asking.

"Master She, does your neck hurt?" Wu Qiumao pressed his finger on the back of Jia She's neck in horror, and then retracted his hand in fear.

Jia Amnesty was puzzled, he touched his neck, but he didn't feel anything.Pushing Wu Qiumao away, he ran to find Yan Liang.

Starting today, Yan Liang will be on duty at Taipusi's horse factory.At this moment, he has put on his official uniform and is waiting in the hall.

As soon as Jia Amnesty entered the door, he couldn't help laughing, he had already inquired, this official was the Ninth Grade Sesame Official.Originally, he still didn't believe it a little bit, but when he saw this official uniform today, he was sure of it.I really didn't expect that Brother Jing, who was born as a Jinshi, would really want to be a nine-rank military officer in charge of horses, but he still wanted to be a saint, so he couldn't refuse.

"What's wrong with your neck?" Yan Liang ignored Jia She's ridicule and stared at his neck solemnly.

It was only then that Jia She realized that Wu Qiumao's words were not a joke, so his face changed, and he nervously asked someone to bring a mirror.At a glance, he saw three round red marks on the back of the left side of his neck, which were very bright red, and it was indeed a bit shocking to look at.

"What is this?" Jia Amnesty rubbed his hands, but the red marks didn't disappear at all, and the surrounding skin was even reddened.

"Don't touch it randomly, I think it's some strange disease. Wu Qiuliang, hurry up and invite some good doctors to show him."

Yan Liang was going to be on duty, so he asked Jia She to rest here first, and wait for him to come back from the Taipu Temple to talk about everything.

Jia Amnesty nodded anxiously.