Chapter 291 This time it's a magic stick again (7)
After seventy-seven and forty-nine days of mourning, and after the two houses of Rongning and Ning were thrown to their knees, Qin Keqing's funeral was finally ushered in.
This is probably the most luxurious and eye-catching scene in the Jia family in Dream of Red Mansions, except for the wedding ceremony in Yuan Chun.
Huge pomp, meticulous attention to detail, four princes, eight princes, and dignitaries in the capital, almost all of them were present.
After many years of silence, the Jia family once again attracted the attention and admiration of countless people with a funeral.
What a Jia family, so angry!
He Tiantian has watched later TV dramas, especially the most classic 1987 version. In the drama, Qin Keqing's funeral was really performed in an extremely grand and luxurious way.
I guess this is the treatment a decent princess would receive if she died.
However, classmate Xiao D created a virtual screen in front of him, which was broadcasting Qin Keqing's funeral live. Seeing a more realistic and detailed picture, He Tiantian suddenly discovered——
Although the TV series has been restored with great care, the real scenes are even more shocking.
A field of white flowers, a huge crowd of mourners, drums and music playing, monks and Taoists chanting sutras, countless dignitaries setting up sacrificial tents on the roadside or participating in the funeral in person, wow, this kind of scene can only be experienced more deeply if you are there.
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However, Jia Cong, who was following Jia Huan, Jia Lan and other juniors of the Jia family, did not pay much attention to this.
Just now, King Beijing summoned Jia Baoyu, and Jia Cong, under the "leadership" of the servant arranged by Wang Xifeng, deliberately walked around in front of the female guests who came to the funeral.
I saw that although he was wearing plain clothes, the material of the clothes was very good and they fit very well. It was obvious that they were specially made for him.
The jade pendants, purses and other accessories are also very exquisite, matching the status of Jia Cong's young master.
Of course, clothes and accessories can be improvised, but Jia Cong’s appearance cannot fool anyone.
It still seems a little thin, but it is much better than the sallow and thin appearance half a month ago.
There was even a healthy blush on her cheeks.
The little guy's life must be good these days. Second Mistress Lian is really "attentive".
No matter what the truth is, at least on the surface, Jia Cong has not been abused again.
The guests nodded secretly, and on the surface it was just fine.
They just paid attention out of curiosity, and seeing that Jia Cong was doing well, they dropped the matter.
But Jia Cong knew that his hard days were about to begin.
Although it is unclear what methods Jia She or Wang Xifeng will use to deal with him, his current body is only five or six years old. Even if it is just a disguised form of torture, he can die silently.
Not to mention that Jia She also had the golden medal of "a filial son emerges from under a stick".
As long as he raises the banner of "disciplining his son", even if Jia Cong is beaten to death, no one will help Jia Cong seek justice.
It's not that Jia She is vicious, think about Jia Baoyu being favored enough, a proper Jia family phoenix egg.
As a result, because Jia Huan made a false accusation, Jia Zheng directly pulled Jia Baoyu to fight against him.
If Jia's mother hadn't stopped him, Jia Zheng might have beaten Jia Baoyu to death directly.
Even so, Jia Baoyu was severely beaten, with streaks of blood several finger-deep on his buttocks.
This is still a favored legitimate son, and someone is protecting and blocking him.
Where is Jia Cong?
Not only was he not favored, but he was still a bastard whose biological mother had died.
If Jia She wanted to hit him, Mrs. Xing, Wang Xifeng and other female relatives would have said it in a hurry to stop him, but it would have been better if they had not secretly applauded him.
After all, Jia Cong was starved to death in the mourning hall that day. It was not only the housekeeper's mistress Lian who was laughed at, but also Jia Cong's legal mother, Mrs. Xing!
Subsequent facts proved that Jia Cong's guess was correct, and even worse.
pain!
My whole back to my buttocks was in burning pain.
Hungry!
His stomach was burning with hunger, and he wished he could eat himself.
faint!
I feel so dizzy that I feel like my soul is leaving my body and I can't feel the existence of my body.
Just after the funeral, Jia She found an excuse and whipped Jia Cong severely.
The little man was so painful that he fainted, and his body was covered with bloody whip wounds.
When he was injured, no one cared about him at all. There was no doctor or any medicine. He was thrown back to the hut by his mother-in-law to die.
When it was time to eat, there was no one to deliver the food.
Jia Cong felt that he was about to die, either from serious injuries or from starvation to death.
After traveling through time, he unexpectedly ended up like this.
Jia Cong couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I am probably the most miserable and useless time traveler in history."
It's simply an embarrassment to the time travellers.
Jia Cong's psychological quality is not bad, and at this time he still has the heart to laugh at himself.
"Brother Cong, Brother Cong!"
A muffled shout came from the back window of the cabin.
Jia Cong's eyes lit up, "Is it brother Huan?"
"Who else is it if it's not me?"
"Humph, now you know I'm good to you!"
"Here~ this is the wound medicine. I stole it from my aunt. Oh, by the way, there is also a pack of snacks. You should take care of it first!"
Prying open the window from the outside, Jia Huan stuffed the white porcelain bottle containing the medicine and an oil paper bag through the gap.
Jia Cong climbed up with difficulty, went under the back window, and carefully put the things in place.
"Brother Huan, thank you!" Jia Cong's voice had an obvious nasal sound.
He was really moved. He came to the world of Red Mansion for no reason and became an unpopular concubine. His father and brothers ignored him and he was bullied and bullied.
The only warmth was given by Jia Huan, the "little frozen cat with scorched hair".
"Okay, okay, you can take good care of your injuries. Why are you talking about these useless things?"
Jia Huan was a little embarrassed by Jia Cong.
Maybe he hadn't played with Jia Cong recently, and he didn't even have anyone to talk to. He was so depressed that he actually sat on Zhao Guoji's shoulder and chatted with Jia Cong through the back wall.
"Brother Cong, have you heard that your brother, the famous second master Lian of our Jia family, is back."
Jia Huan deliberately said something ironic and mentioned the recent gossip about the Jia family.
Jia Cong was filling his mouth with snacks. When he heard these words, he couldn't help but think of the original work he had read——
Well, if he remembered correctly, Lin Ruhai should have died. Jia Lian helped take care of the afterlife and returned to the capital with the Lin family's furniture worth millions of taels.
Immediately afterwards, it was the moment when the Jia family was cooking with the most ardent fire and the flowers were blooming - Jia Yuanchun named the concubine, built the Grand View Garden, and then got married during the Lantern Festival.
"...Hmm." Lin Ruhai died, and Sister Lin's tragedy could not be undone.
If Jia Cong was just a spectator, he would not help but sigh.
But the problem is that he is now in the red building, his own life is in danger, and he really has no right to pity other people.
Besides, for now, Sister Lin is the most beloved daughter of the ancestors of the Jia family. She can't even compare to the granddaughters like Sanchun, and is only slightly worse than Baoyu.
As for Jia Cong, he is an unlucky guy who can even bully a slave.
If it weren't for Jia Huan's secret help, he might have been hurt to death or starved to death.
He or Sister Lin, who is more pitiable?!
"Brother Cong, do you think it's strange? Uncle Lin was about to die, but he suddenly recovered!"
"I also left my cousin from the Lin family in Yangzhou. Brother Lian came back on his own. As soon as the rotten stone heard this, he immediately threw the jade away and attracted everyone in the room to coax her!"
"Hmph, he's used to this trick, breaking jade at every turn? If it's really not a treasure, why is it hanging around his neck all day long?!"
Jia Huan didn't know what Jia Cong was thinking secretly, and was still chattering.
When Jia Baoyu was mentioned, he became very angry and simply called him "brother" without even mentioning his name.
He only said "rotten stone". Alas, these three simple words were enough to reveal his envy, jealousy and hatred for Jia Baoyu.
"What? Brother Huan, what did you just say?"
Jia Cong seemed to have heard something unbelievable and asked quickly.
"I just said that the rotten stone smashed the jade again. The old lady, the third sister and the others were so coaxed!" Jia Huan was startled, but he repeated obediently.
"No, I was talking about the previous sentence!"
Jia Cong said eagerly, but there was already a storm in his heart: Did I hear correctly, Lin Ruhai is not dead? Sister Lin did not follow Jia Lian back to Jia's house?!
"The previous sentence?"
Jia Huan was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and thought carefully, and then said: "Oh, my cousin from the Lin family stayed in Yangzhou, and Brother Lian came back on his own."
Jia Cong:...I really heard it right!
"Lin Ruhai is not dead?" In a confused state of mind, he blurted out this question.
"Yes, he's not dead!" Jia Huan couldn't see Jia Cong's expression through a wall, so he didn't notice anything unusual about this little brother for the moment.
He also followed Jia Cong's tone and continued the gossip in a doubtful tone: "Brother Cong, you find it strange too, right?"
"Obviously Uncle Lin is dying, otherwise the old lady wouldn't be willing to let cousin Lin go back, and she even asked Brother Lian to follow her."
Although Jia Huan is young, he doesn't look very smart.
However, having grown up in a deep house with a favored brother-in-law, Jia Huan was not just a fool.
Therefore, Jia Huan knew that the old lady asked Jia Lian to go to Yangzhou not without purpose.
When I arrived, I naturally escorted Lin Daiyu.
Secondly, it was to prevent Lin Ruhai from dying. The Lin family was small and Lin Daiyu was an orphan and could not take care of the funeral.
Although the Lin family has lost their title, they are definitely wealthy.
With such a large family fortune, outsiders cannot be made cheap.
Jia Huan may not have thought that the Jia family was plotting against the Lin family's property, but he knew that the old lady sent Jia Lian there because she knew that Uncle Lin's life would not be long.
But it was such a fatal ending, but it was suddenly changed!
Jia Lian returned empty-handed. On the surface, Jia Mu, Mrs. Wang and others were very happy for Lin Ruhai's recovery, but only they themselves knew what they thought on the inside.
After all, Jia Yuanchun had already conferred concubines, and the saint also issued a decree allowing these concubines to return home to visit their relatives.
Before Jia Lian arrived home, the East and West governments had already started discussing the construction of a "provincial villa".
Building a house requires land and money.
The land is easy to deal with. Jia Zheng and Jia She have already discussed with Jia Zhen that each of the two prefectures will provide some. The Ning Prefecture will demolish the gardens and the Rong Prefecture will demolish the houses. The alleys between the two prefectures will be connected to build provincial villas.
But money is not easy to solve.
A garden covering an area of more than three miles, pavilions, furniture and furnishings, every brick and tile, every flower and every grass, is all money.
If there is a subsidy of two to three million taels from the Lin family, it will definitely be enough.
But now that Lin Ruhai is not dead, it is naturally impossible for the Lin family's money to fall into the hands of the Jia family.
Now, it is a little difficult for the Jia family to build the Grand View Garden.
"...Uncle Lin is still ill, but there is no fear of his life for the time being. Cousin Lin's family stayed in Yangzhou to take care of him."
Jia Huan didn't know much about the inside story. He just saw that Jia Baoyu was unhappy, and then he became happy.
"The old lady and my wife are not very happy either. Even my aunt dare not speak loudly these days!"
When Jia Huan mentioned his own mother, Aunt Zhao, the excitement just now disappeared again.
Alas, the two of them have never been taken seriously, and even their own sisters find them embarrassing.
Jia Cong didn't react yet. He didn't even know that Jia Huan was gone.
"Lin Ruhai is not dead?"
"How could he not die? Is it my butterfly effect?"
"It shouldn't be. I'm just a transparent person from the Rongguo Mansion. I can't even control my own destiny, so how can I influence other people?"
Jia Cong's mind was filled with questions, and his mood swings were very violent.
His only reliance in this world of Red Mansions is that he is familiar with the plot and has knowledge that transcends this era.
Now, the main plot has undergone major changes. So, is the world of Red Mansions that I am in still the famous book that I am familiar with?
What will be the direction of the subsequent plot?
What impact will these changes have on it?!
Jia Cong was confused and felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
Of course, the reason why he was thinking so wildly was because the injury was too serious, and he also had a high fever due to the inflammation of the wound.
Xiao Xiao was alone, his little face was burned red, and his little body was shaking non-stop.
If he hadn't been treated in time, he might not have made it through the night.
But at this time, no one cared whether a little bastard lived or died.
Jia Zhen, Jia She, Jia Zheng and others gathered in front of the old lady and were discussing how to raise money to build a garden.
Without the Lin family's huge wealth, Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang both had a headache.
The Jia family has long been struggling with grain, and Wang Xifeng used the monthly income of the servants as usury to subsidize the family.
Suddenly taking out millions of taels of silver, not to mention Wang Xifeng, not even Mrs. Wang could do it.
Unless the Jia family's ancestral property is sold.
But selling ancestral property or something like that is a good thing to say or not, and it looks like a prodigal.
And, to put it bluntly, even if you sell your ancestral property, you may not be able to collect one million taels of silver.
The old lady does have a private room, but she doesn't want to use it.
Mrs. Wang also has money, but she would rather borrow it from the Xue family than pay for it out of her own pocket.
In the end, I decided to go to Dongfu. The reason was readily available - I couldn't write two characters for "Jia" in one stroke.
Jia Yuanchun was promoted to a virtuous concubine, and the Ningguo Mansion also gained face.
Jia Zhen thinks it makes sense. He is a man who works hard, otherwise he would not let his eldest son marry Qin Keqing, who has a complicated status.
Moreover, Qin Keqing's death has some subtle relationship with Jia Yuanchun's concubine.
Now that Jia Yuanchun has succeeded in taking over, Jia Zhen, who helped out, feels she is qualified to share in the fruits of victory.
If possible, Jia Zhen would also like to become a country uncle.
Just when Jia Zhen was about to agree to pay, a boy suddenly ran in from outside: "Master is back!"
Jia Zhen's heart was shocked, okay, it's not the year or his birthday, what is this living ancestor doing suddenly coming back?!
