CHAPTER XIII

After Xichun sued Jia Zhen and hacked Jia Zhen, she felt that today's visit was very complete. She yawned delicately and glanced at Mama Yang.

Mama Yang hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Xichun, who was still sitting there, into her arms. Gently and leisurely.

Liu Er also took out the thin and moderate cloak from the cloth bag that she had been carrying on her arm. The two of them waited for Xichun in unison, and neither of them thought about what the other people in the room thought.

Although Jia Jing was not a good father, he also knew to be quiet at this time, glanced at the sky outside, glanced at Jia Zhen, and walked out first.

Jia Zhen touched his nose and glanced at the 'firefighting pacesetter' Xichun child in his heart, and some of them reluctantly followed his father out.

The branch is bent slightly to show respect. After the father and son walked out, he walked in small steps to the subordinate dressed as a Taoist priest, "Since our girl wants you to come over, you should go down and pack your things first, and then follow us back to the house." ”

Xichun is only three years old, but Caizhi knows that since Xichun followed the master and said that he wanted this subordinate, there was nothing that could not be done.

And in Caizhi's opinion, a subordinate is just a subordinate, and the master wants him to go over and wait. That's his blessing.

"But where is the master?" My lord hasn't said that he wants to give himself to the girl?

Cai Zhi was also a big girl who followed Xiao Shi's family in Ningguo Mansion back then, and she saw this kind of thing most clearly.

"You don't have to worry about this, you can clean it up."

When the little Taoist priest saw this, he didn't say anything. Compared to the quiet room that was smashed by the girl, he is a subordinate, what else is there to say.

The old man didn't even punish the girl for such a thing, so what did he count?

Seeing that the man quietly withdrew with a very good eye, Cai Zhi looked at the background of the man, and always felt a little familiar.

Before the little Taoist priest accompanied Jia Jing to cultivate, he had a name and a surname. The surname is Yu, and the name is Zhu. The people of the house usually call him a pillar.

I had been waiting in the front yard before, and then Jia Jing cultivated and needed some subordinates to accompany him, so by coincidence, he was chosen.

In fact, in this world, where did such a good coincidence come from. It's just a little guy bought outside, and at this time, he was pushed out by the son of the family.

It's not that Yu Zhuzi doesn't know the inside story under this hijab, it's just that when he was sold to someone, he looked down on these things.

His mother died early, and his father married another daughter-in-law when he was three years old. This stepmother is also a person who lacks a family, and when she got married, she also brought a son.

Within two years of getting married, she gave birth to another son.

Compared with the stepmother's biological son, the father and the stepmother's baby pimple old son, Yu Zhuzi had a more and more difficult time in that family.

Until he was nine years old, his stepmother discussed with his father to sell him to a large family to 'live a good life'. Yu Zhuzi was dead to that father and that family.

It may be that his mother in heaven is still thinking about him, and after changing hands from the people, he was sold into the Ningguo Mansion in the capital.

The Guogong Mansion is really more expensive than their rural staff. It is also a lot more to give the monthly money.

It's just that he came from outside, and most of the monthly money and the reward for the New Year's Festival will be taken away by the steward's card.

But for him, it was also satisfying.

In the past, at home, he had never seen a few pennies.

In this way, a year is like a year, and under the influence of the Jia family, he inevitably became infected with some bad habits.

Gambling, drinking, bragging, and so on.

Gambling a little money, drinking a little wine, and liking to talk big about it, it's not a big problem. Especially the pillar is also very self-made.

This is thanks to Yu Zhuzi's stepmother, who was always grasping his shortcomings when he was a child, just to make Yu's father, who became a stepfather after marrying a daughter-in-law, have less love and care for his eldest son.

Therefore, the cautious character he was accustomed to since he was a child made him very self-controlled later.

He would only take out ten copper plates a month to gamble, or if he won, he would continue to play. If you lose, you won't touch it again this month.

Drinking is nothing, but Yu Zhu is really not addicted to alcohol. Or because his body doesn't react to alcohol, drinking is always like drinking cold water, so he really can't be addicted to alcohol.

However, for snacks, it is a good time to have a tooth sacrifice.

Speaking of which, the only thing that Yu Zhu didn't dye was lustful.

He hates women, very much.

When he was young, his stepmother always secretly pinched him and beat him behind his father's back. Let him do the hard work that he can't do with himself.

He also hated that the matchmaker in the village who told his father to match, if it weren't for her, maybe, he wouldn't have had such a hard time.

He hates even more of the mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law in the house after entering the house

Power eyes, mean. None of them are soft.

Because he was not very interested in women, and even if he entered the Taoist temple, he had a way to get wine and meat, so he followed his master to the Taoist temple.

It's just that he didn't expect that a peaceful day would bring variables because of bystanders.

He didn't even expect that the woman under the mountain was a storage zài who was even more terrible than a tiger.

Especially when there is a master who never pays attention to the lecture behind this tiger.

But now he can only resign himself to packing his few luggage.

Over there, Yu Zhu went down the pillar to pack his luggage, and Liu Er and Mama Yang coaxed Xichun to sleep. Caizhi looked left and right, and decided to go outside the door to eavesdrop on what his girl's father and brother were talking about.

Don't let Uncle Zhen know that the girl is instigating the master behind his back, so that he can also become a monk.

However, I don't know if Jia Jing really cares about Xichun's situation, and he didn't even mention Jia Rong's arrangements for his own son after he got married. Instead, it was rare to ask about the affairs of the mansion and the situation of some elders of the Jia family in the capital.

"The family has always been taught by the ancestors of the Confucian family. Brother Rui of his uncle's family often went to school to help. There is never a delay in allocating the annual portion to each room. On the Jinling side, Lao Cheng's subordinates were also sent to guard it. ”

Jia Jing nodded and touched his sparse beard. "Are Brother Rong and Brother Qiang also studying at home?"

After Jia Jing saw Xichun today, he suddenly remembered that he still had two grandchildren. So I asked a little unnaturally.

The corners of Jia Zhen's mouth twitched, and she half took a step back, and then replied in a low voice, "Brother Rong and Brother Qiang were sent to the academy in Shandong when their wife was there. This year, after the wife's filial piety, the two children are ready to try the water. ”

Jia Zhen's retreat was to prevent her father from becoming angry. But he didn't expect his father's shame to be so limitless. Hearing this, there was no abnormal appearance. This made Jia Zhen a little disappointed.

"Well, how many people have been admitted to the school in the past few years, and how many people have been admitted to the Jinshi?" Thinking that he had also taken the Jinshi exam many years ago, Jia Jing rarely asked about the details.

Jia Zhen's whole person is a little bad, in order to know why, he just thinks that his father is here to find fault today.

The questions asked are one more mean and sharp than the other.

After a while, seeing his father's impatient expression, he replied stubbornly, "In the more than ten years since my son took over the family education, no one has been lifted, not even Xiucai." ”

Jia Jing was taken aback and couldn't believe it. "Not one?"

Jia Zhen nodded, "No one is on the list." "Don't say one, not half of it.

"Xiusheng didn't have a child test?"

“… No. "Why didn't he feel ashamed when Dad didn't ask, but now he feels embarrassed when he mentions it.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, since this is the case, there is no need to continue it. Let's go back and shut it down. ”

Jia Zhen raised her head suddenly, "But master, this school, family school," can the family study be closed? Shouldn't we find some more virtuous people to teach our children in such a thing?

Jia Jing shouted, "I said it's closed." Didn't you hear that? As for Uncle Dairu, you will send some gold and silver later, and you will send it yourself. The master leads the way in, and the cultivation depends on the individual. Since I, the Jia family, no longer have the qualifications to be on the list, I will follow the fortune of my ancestors and send them all to the barracks to have a future. ”

Jia Jing is a man with not very good habits, although he thinks that there are so many children of the Jia family, and none of them have passed the test in so many years. A large part of the possibility, or all of them, is due to Jia Dairu's poor teachings.

But the Jia family still has a high respect for their elders. Otherwise, the Lai family of Rongguo Mansion would not be like this.

So Jia Jing thought about it, since he couldn't read it, he would close his home school and send them to the barracks. It also saves that there is no way out in the future.

Jia Zhen listened to her father's orders that he had not done anything for many years, and he didn't care how many waves this decision would cause, but he gritted his teeth very resignedly and took it.

Lao Tzu is about to be kicked into a donkey, and others don't want to live a good life.

The little butterfly that cherishes spring, Jia Jing's extraterrestrial stroke, coupled with Jia Zhen's divine assistance, none of the Jia family's children who are studying at home have thought of what kind of bloody rain awaits them in the future.

The children of the Jia family, who have reached the age of fifteen and have been sent to major military camps across the country, are like living in exile. Gone are the laid-back days of life.

Suffering, pain. But in the end, they all persevered.

A few years later, although they also developed the habit of some military ruffians in the barracks, I have to say that at least they have a serious livelihood and the ability to make a living.

At the same time, it also set an example for those young Jia children.

If you don't study well, you will be exiled.