Mozhuyuan.

At this moment, in the Rongguo Mansion, Mozhuyuan may be the happiest place.

Because Jia Cong insisted, all the supplies of Mozhu Courtyard were used by Jia Cong at his own conceit, just like the East Road Courtyard.

Jia Zheng persuaded him twice, but Jia Cong only used Jia's mother to push and push, so he coped with it.

For Jia Cong, the most precious capital of the Jia family is not these, but the name of Rongguo Mansion.

Although it does not take advantage of these small advantages, it actually takes advantage of the big ones.

In the past few months, after Ni Erzheng made a name for Jia Cong in Rongguo Mansion, his vegetable vendor business circle expanded to Nancheng and even Dongcheng at an extremely arrogant speed.

This kind of "cheap industry" ordinary high-ranking mansion will never be willing to do it, so just the name of a national mansion makes countless ninth-rate vegetable tyrants jealous.

When Jia Cong wrote a note in the name of Jia Lian and handed it to Fu Xian, the general judge of Chang'an County, and asked him to help him ruthlessly deal with a few vegetable tyrants who wanted to take the "black road", no one dared to stop Ni Er's pace.

Similarly, the storyteller under the name of Shihantang is also increasing by geometric multiples.

The capital is big, and it is not easy to live.

As a ninth-rate storyteller, he has always been the object of being raised and oppressed.

It is reluctant to be able to support his family, and Shi Hantang has taken in Mr. Storyteller in a big way, and he is regarded as a thorn in the side by countless underground forces.

However, no underground force would dare to attack Shihantang, even if Shihantang cut off their financial route.

The reason is very simple, Jingying is the power of the Jia family, and Lin Cheng, the proprietor of Shihantang, clearly told the person who negotiated with him that he was the protégé of Jia Cong of Rongguo Mansion.

No underground force has eaten the courage of an ambitious leopard and dares to offend the Shihantang who relies on the Jia family behind it.

Cutting off people's wealth is indeed like killing their parents, but they offend Shihantang, and their unclean background is not just as simple as the death of their parents, but the death of a household registration book......

In addition, the income that Mr. Storyteller can create is really limited, so he can't be guilty of being right with a national government.

Therefore, even if there are hundreds of storytellers under Shihan Hall, no one dares to do anything.

Of course, it is not without strange words.

They couldn't understand how such a wealthy family as the Jia family would still grab this bit of chicken feather business with them?

Is it going to be unbearable, the family is about to dry, or what?

However, when the news came out that half of the soap in Qinxiangyuan belonged to the future heirs of the Jia family, and the partner was the only niece and granddaughter of the queen mother's family, all the thorns disappeared.

One Jia family is enough for them to drink a pot, plus the queen mother's mother's family, they don't do that if they die......

Especially those big bosses, who strictly ordered their subordinates to offend Shi Hantang.

Because when he really provokes the anger of the national government, he will not surrender his identity to find the little minions, but will only be angry with the big boss who is powerful on weekdays.

Therefore, with the signboard of the Jia family, Jia Cong has easily completed the preliminary structure of some of his ideas.

However, the Jia family still doesn't know all these things.

In fact, even if they knew about it one day, they probably wouldn't care about it.

First, they despise these cheap industries, and secondly, as long as Jia Cong does not compete with them for real money, the rest is not in their hearts......

They didn't take it to heart, so Jia Cong simply let them take it to heart.

Spend less silver, and there will be less internal friction and calculation.

And it's a lot more comfortable.

Because of self-sufficiency and Jia Cong's generous temperament, the living standards of Donglu Courtyard and Mozhu Courtyard are extremely good.

Early in the morning, Xu Tai, the steward of the East Road Hospital, sent melon and fruit mooncakes and fruit wine, and a basket of good crabs.

In addition, the pork, mutton and fish meat are also very rich.

The grandmother and sister-in-law of Mozhuyuan have good cooking skills, and after a large number of old people such as Lai Da and Shan Daliang were cleaned, Jiafu did not enter again for the time being.

A kitchen was vacated, and Jia Cong asked Sister-in-law Liu to take care of one place and supply it to Mozhu Courtyard.

In this way, although the food in Mozhuyuan is not comparable to Jia's mother, it is also first-class.

A few little girls have been eating round faces lately......

In the past few days, Jia Cong has been closed, except for going to the East Road Courtyard for most of the hour every day, the rest of the time is at home, and the Mozhu Courtyard is becoming more and more lively.

Qingwen saw Tian'er pestering Jia Cong to paint her portrait in her free time, not only painting her, but also painting the portrait of her father and mother according to the little memory she still had......

Xiao Jiao'er has never seen such a miraculous painting technique, and naturally she grins her little teeth and pats Jia Cong's ass around every day, begging Jia Cong to paint her a beautiful painting as well.

Painting a picture is naturally not enough, and begged Ping'er to paint her eyebrows, paint powder and rouge, Xiaohong, Chunyan They are also stubborn, and they will show off the flowers and branches of Xiaojiao'er like a family, and let Jia Cong paint a portrait.

They watched from the sidelines and burst into laughter.

In short, every day, the closed door of the Mozhu courtyard is full of laughter.

However, when someone comes, everyone will still be careful to restrain themselves......

"Yo! The third brother is at home......"

The little black throttle was knocked open, and Jia Lian saw that Jia Cong was in the courtyard and asked with a smile.

Because he was broken by Jia Cong last time, Jia Lian always felt weak when facing Jia Cong.

Although Jia Cong never threatened him with anything......

Seeing Jia Lian suddenly arrive, Qingwen, Xiangling and other big girls in the courtyard retreated inside.

The little horn with the flowers and branches also ran to the corner and hid......

Jia Cong greeted him inside: "Second brother, come in and talk, is there something wrong?" ”

Jia Lian laughed dryly, and saw a figure flash in at the door of the main hall, like Ping'er's appearance, and his heart was gloomy, the pretty maid who had coveted him for a long time had no fate in the end.

He shook his head and smiled: "Don't go in, if the third brother is fine, go to Mengpo Zhai with my brother, the master is invited." ”

Jia Cong nodded when he heard this, and said, "It's nothing, since the master is recruiting, let's leave now." ”

After that, Jia Cong handed over the sketchpad and pen to Mi'er, packed it up, and went out with Jia Lian.

On the way inside, Jia Cong asked, "Is the old lady better?" ”

Jia Lian smiled and said casually: "It's still like that, the imperial doctor said that there is nothing wrong with the body, but it is useless in his heart...... No, Brother Zhen said to invite some mages to do it, and the old lady wanted to listen to the old nun chanting the scriptures. The pure void master of Shuiyue Nunnery is too much for her old man to look down on, and the frozen cat in Bihuan'er said Third brother, you know a Dao Gaoni from the south, so the master sent me to ask the third brother to ask. ”

When Jia Cong heard this, he heard that it was Jia Huan's pot, and he couldn't help but be a little speechless.

But he didn't say anything, and in short, it wasn't something unsightly.

I didn't say anything all the way, and I arrived at Mengpo Zhai......

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In Mengpo Zhai, after the ceremony, Jia Cong explained the relationship between Miaoyu and Song Yan's old wife Wu, and explained the meaning of Master Huijing's coming to Beijing.

Jia Zheng and Jia Zhen naturally recognized Huijing Laoni's qualifications and thought that they were enlightened people.

Jia Zheng looked at Jia Cong with gentle eyes and said, "Since it was entrusted by your master, have you taken care of it properly?" ”

Jia Cong replied: "Every month, I send some firewood, rice, and sesame oil to the Muni Courtyard outside the West Gate, and I send a carriage to them, so as not to encounter the presumptuous strongman." ”

The carriage of the Jia family has the mark of the second prince of Rongning.

Idlers naturally dare not collide, and if they really encounter arrogant and not long-sighted, the coachman can directly use the carriage as a voucher and ask the soldiers and horses of the five cities to help.

The main thing is that I am worried that Miao Yusheng is too good and will attract the attention of the bad guys.

Hearing Jia Cong's arrangement, Jia Zheng didn't say anything more, nodded and smiled at Jia Zhen: "How fortunate is my family to be able to get Cong'er's talent?" In the past few days, I don't know how many Confucian letters have come from the old capital, envying my family's literary fortune, and saying that my family will be famous for a hundred years. I was often invited to bring my children and nephews to the Wenhui for banquets, but because the old lady and the eldest man were sick in bed, it was inconvenient to drink and feast, and they pushed them away. I think Zhen'er also encountered such a food invitation, right? ”

Jia Zhen smiled: "Who said it wasn't? My nephew asked the host to put together a stack of names. There are those who want to ask for the third brother's Mobao, there are also those who want to invite the third brother to attend and add color to their banquet, and there are those who want to go out and ask for a few boxes of soap from Qinxiangyuan...... But I didn't care, the third brother of my family is like an immortal, how can he be polluted by this world?

It's just that there are some relatives and friends who are really close, but they can't really push it, so they can only ask the third brother first......

Jia Cong raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "I don't know who invited Brother Zhen?" ”

Jia Zhen smiled bitterly and said, "An official of Guanglu Temple ......" said and explained to Jia Zheng: "It's Lao Zhao." ”

After Jia Zheng nodded, Jia Zhen turned back to Jia Cong and said, "He will go out of the cabinet next month and ask if he can find two boxes of soap from Qinxiangyuan, preferably a newly released family gift box, take a lottery head, and give his daughter as a dowry."

Third brother, your Qinxiangyuan...... It's too little to sell.

The door is opened once every ten days, and only one hundred and ten boxes are sold, only those nobles and relatives of the palace are not enough, and the others have no place to buy them with silver.

They heard that because of the relationship between the third brother, our family has a separate share, and the people entrusted to us every month have broken through the threshold!

The third brother can't talk to the Ye family, if you make more, you can get more silver!

It's really not good, let our family build more.

We don't sell, we only fall into favors......"

Jia Cong shook his head and smiled: "This matter can't be mixed, I just heard that the fifth prince and the prince of Furong who are in charge of the internal affairs office Yang Mo wanted Fangzi, but they were all scolded away, and the queen mother didn't fall well."

The Queen Mother wants to leave this transaction to the Ye family for generations, and I don't know how long I can keep the five cents of profit here, so it's not good to ask for it again.

However, Brother Zhen is in trouble, and the younger brother still has three or five boxes here, and the party will send someone to the east. ”

When Jia Zhen heard this, her face froze slightly, and she regained her smile and said, "If that's the case, then there's no way to do it, you can only say it to those people like this." ”

Jia Zheng bowed his head and said: "It's all reasonable, and I won't blame you." ”

Then he said to Jia Cong: "Since Mrs. Huijing is in the Muni Courtyard outside the West Gate, it is not far away, Brother Cong will send someone to ask for it." Read the scriptures to the old lady a few times, and then spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with the family. ”

Jia Cong nodded and said, "It's better for my nephew to go through it in person, and it can be regarded as filial piety." ”

When Jia Zheng heard this, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Good." ”

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In Rongqing Hall, Mother Jia saw that the juniors were waiting for her to make up their minds, sighed, took off the handkerchief on her forehead, and said, "No matter how reasonable you say, you forgot that he is only twelve years old this year. This family of old people and adults are all here, let him let a child go to the nine sides to suffer, what is it like?

Even if the divine will be so, it will have to be said in a few years.

Although I don't like him to be tormented, I can't let him die.

After all, he is also the grandson of Rong Guogong......"

When everyone heard this, their faces were stunned, and they all stopped talking.

In the Xinuan Pavilion, the sisters of the Jia family who accompanied Daiyu, when they heard Jia's mother's words, their hearts that were about to raise their throats and eyes finally let them go......

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