The ancestral hall of the Jia family was built in the east mansion of Changmai, and the ancestral hall was brightly lit tonight, and Jia Jing took Jia Cong to offer incense to the ancestors and the retainers and soldiers who accompanied the worship.

After finishing the incense, Jia Jing suddenly said in a deep voice: "Brother Cong, kneel!"

Well?

Although Jia Cong had doubts, he still knelt respectfully on the futon in front of the offering table.

I only heard Jia Jing ask leisurely, "Do you know why I want you to kneel in front of your ancestors?"

"Nephew Stupid ......"

"You're not stupid!"

Jia Jing interrupted the little fat man's humble speech: "You just don't want to admit that you have the resistance to killing in your heart!"

"Uncle, my nephew has killed a lot of people, but other people's children are not eight years old and carry a knife to kill the enemy......

Jia Cong still wanted to argue, but he heard Jia Jing sigh: "Killing the enemy is not the same as killing someone, do you know why the sage forced you to watch those palace people who made mistakes to be killed with your own eyes? He's warning you not to be kind to a woman."

"The Jia family has been silent for too long, and a little old Diao slave dares to bare his teeth at the Jia family. Brother Cong, this is war, a war to the death. Maybe that Diao slave will not die for her crimes, but if she dares to bare her teeth with you today, she may dare to pounce on you and bite it hard next time."

"You see, it's not just the ones who fight you with knives that are your enemies!"

"You are a martial artist, not a monk who shaved his hair and meditated and participated in meditation, you must be ruthless, so ruthless that others are afraid of you, so that you can live longer in this world."

"Do you see the pieces of spiritual positions in front of you? Each one of them fought for my Jia family in the sea of corpses and blood. I have made you kneel here to make you understand one thing, why you complain and repay your grievances. Maybe one day someone who has spared you for a moment will stab you when you relax!"

"For example, this Li family's grandmother, she is no less of a threat to our Jia family than a group of knife-wielding armor soldiers. Sometimes, words kill more than soldiers."

In the end, Jia Jing took a ring ruler, he walked up to the little fat man, and shouted, "Stretch out your hand!"

Before the ring ruler was laid, Jia Cong's palm was already hurting slightly.

He obediently stretched out his palm, and with a snap, he immediately felt a hot pain in his palm.

"Got it?"

Jia Cong held back the pain in the palm of his hand, straightened his small body, and shouted, "Nephew understands, his heart must be ruthless, so ruthless that the enemy is cold!"

Syllable!

"No, I'll say it again!"

"Why complain and repay grievances!"

Syllable!

"No, I'll say it again!"

"Uh......"

Syllable!

"Do you even need to think about it?"

"But my nephew can't think of anything more!"

Syllable!

"Stupid! Remember, if you want to live long, you have to strangle the danger in the cradle!"

"My nephew remembered that if you want to live long, you must strangle the danger in the cradle!"

Syllable!

Hiss!

"Uncle, my nephew has remembered, why are you still fighting?"

"It's done!"

Jia Jing took back the ring ruler and said with his back hand: "You are the person who has the best chance for the next generation of my Ning Rong Jia family to reach the top, you shoulder the hope of the Jia Lin family, and there are many people you will protect under your wings in the future. Brother Cong, leave behind the ridiculous leniency in your heart, be ruthless, as long as it is an enemy standing in front of you, then use the knife in your hand to destroy them. When you stand on the top of the mountain, you are qualified to talk about leniency and to uphold the principles in your heart. Principles are bullshit in the face of war!"

"The principle is that in the face of war, it's bullshit!"

This sentence was very vulgar, but it shocked Jia Cong.

Jia Jing's words may be contrary to some of the principles and habits that Jia Cong brought from his previous life, but they are indeed the most in line with the actual situation.

After being reborn for several years, Jia Cong has tried his best to adapt to this world that has only been depicted in film and television dramas.

But some of his habits and persistence are still there

Resist the habits of this world.

Even Emperor Liu Ji saw it, not to mention Jia Cong's father, Jia Yu. And it only took Jia Jing a few days to discover this, and this is why there is a drama of the ancestral hall's nephew.

When Jia Cong came back to his senses, Jia Jing was gone. Only Jia Twelve stood by the stove, poking the charcoal in the stove with tongs to make the fire more vigorous.

"Uncle Twelve, I think I'm ruthless enough to kill people without blinking an eye!"

Jia Twelve grinned and said, "Then today's old lady insulted the Jia Lin clan, why didn't the little third master cut her directly?"

"This is different, according to the "Great Xia Law", she is at most the sin of exile......

"The law? If the law is useful, the noble relatives and relatives in the capital, and the ministers of civil and military affairs don't know how many people should go to the vegetable market! Believe it or not, the little third master threw the old lady into the Shuntian Mansion prison today, and in three days at most, she will return to the Yizhong Mansion to continue to be the grandmother of the Li family!"

I have to say that what Jia Twelve, a fighting man, said is very reasonable.

Jia Cong patted his head and said regretfully: "I almost forgot this stubble, this "Daxia Law" is as crude as a sieve, and it can't really deter and punish some people at all. It seems that I have to think carefully about how to improve the "Great Xia Law", after all, I am still the "royal cat" given by His Majesty!"

"Does the little third master plan to be the secretary of the Dali Temple or the secretary of the criminal department?"

Jia Twelve smiled and asked, "These two alone can't perfect the Great Xia Law."

"Then the first cabinet chief!"

Jia Cong's bold words made Jia Twelve laugh out loud, and he said disdainfully, "What can the first assistant of the cabinet do if a saint can't do it?"

"Not necessarily, I'm a wise man!"

It is more difficult to talk about the rule of law in a feudal society than to fill the stomachs of the common people.

However, Jia Cong still has some certainty in his heart, although the chance of success is very small, but if people don't have any dreams, what is the difference between them and salted fish?

How to say that the master is also the first person in Daxia and the man of the "Royal Cat" Qingtian, he started by catching the rat, and turned him upside down within the scope of his eyes!

When the innocent people shouted, "Is there still a royal law? Is there a law?"

Mistress Micha must be brave enough to say, "Yes!"

Qingtian Jia Cong, specializing in lawless relatives and nobles, this title is for the master!

Jia Cong, who was dreaming, suddenly heard a cooing sound in his abdomen, he rubbed his stomach, and sighed faintly: "Alas, I knew that I should have eaten my stomach and then go to see my uncle, now it's okay, I'm going to starve!" z.br>

"Hey, where will the little third master be hungry?"

Jia Twelve smiled, got up and came to the offering table to bow, and then in Jia Cong's surprised gaze, he took off the roast chicken and roast duck on the table, put them on two bamboo skewers and roasted them on the stove.

After the cold chicken and duck were re-roasted, he stuffed a chicken leg into Jia Cong's hand, took out another pot of wine, and placed it between the two.

Seeing that Jia Cong was stunned, Jia Twelve grinned: "Eat, the ancestors won't blame us, when the old lady punished the two masters for kneeling in the ancestral hall, I asked the ancestors if they could fill the stomachs of the children and grandchildren of the Jia family with offerings......

Hearing Jia Twelve say this, the little fat man temporarily forgot what benevolence and killing were, and picked up the oily chicken leg and bit it hard.

After a while, a chicken leg entered his stomach, and he took the duck meat torn by Jia Twelve again, until he killed half a roast duck and two chicken thighs, and then he held his stomach and burped.

Jia Twelve smiled and handed over the wine jug in his hand: "Come, eat meat, drink wine in a big bowl, you are a good man of the Jia family!"

Tons and tons of ......

Jia Cong took the flask and took a big sip.

Hiss, hah......

"It's spicy!"

Although this liquor can't catch up with the high-grade liquor distilled in the previous life, it is already extremely spicy for eight-year-old Jia Cong.

He felt a fire in his belly, as if a flame could erupt from his throat. In a moment, the wine was already on my head, and I was dizzy

Suddenly, I heard Jia Twelve boast to him about the old things that followed Jia Jing and Jia Yu to charge into battle and attack Buchen......

The guards and servants of Ning Guofu, who used to patrol the vicinity of the clan, avoided this place far away tonight, and Jia Twelve's boasting, Jia Cong's constant questioning, and the laughter of the two of them spread along the wind to the corridor.

There was a table in the corridor, and the two stoves silently dispelled the cold here, Jia Jing leisurely tasted the wine in the cup, and Jia Rong, who was burning the wine next to him, asked puzzledly, "Grandfather, why don't you just explain these truths to Third Uncle Cong?"

Jia Jing smiled, raised his wine glass and saluted the ancestral hall in sight, and then drank it in one gulp.

Then he glanced at his own grandson and said, "Is the truth clear? It is up to him to realize. Of course, that's what you should realize!"

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