86_86438 It was said that Jia Cong returned to his father and wanted to act cute to please him. Jia She raised his hand and gave it to him, saying: "Wilted brat, where did you get that handkerchief? Your father
My eyes are not feeling well at the moment. I am reading at midnight.”
Jia Cong smiled and said: "It's just soaked in ginger juice and then dried. Many people use this trick. I thought only an innocent person like Sister Lin didn't know about it, and neither did the co-author. He is really a
A real person with solid eyes.”
Jia She couldn't help but laugh. Even though his daily behavior was ridiculous, he knew that he was not a real person. It's just that these words sounded quite pleasant to the ears, so that's all. He laughed and scolded: "They are all crooked ideas. I have been relying on you.
, I’m going around in circles to please your Uncle Lin, you should study hard and become literate.”
Jia Cong pulled his sleeve and said with a smile: "Of course." He added, "It's just that we forgot to mention that the letter should be long."
Jia She snorted: "How can you care about the length of other people's letters? How can you, a little kid, think so well if you are so rude?"
Although he knew that he had just forgotten, how could Jia Cong dare to expose it? He was busy trying to please me and brought him a cup of tea and said: "I have thought very carefully. How about I just listen to my son's explanation for a word or two? These things seem to be serious.
To take care of Sister Lin, writing letters is the most important thing. Sister Lin is Aunt Min’s flesh and blood, and the ancestors only had one biological girl, so how can we not take care of her in daily life? Writing letters to Uncle Lin, I must
It’s unknown whether our ancestors can’t remember or have forgotten to remember.”
Jia She sneered through his nose.
Jia Cong went on to say: "I just asked Sister Lin to teach me knowledge. I am young and have not yet enlightened, so Sister Lin is the teacher of enlightenment. She is not very old. If she often writes letters to Uncle Lin, how can I do it?
Not writing about me? In this way, Uncle Lin could learn step by step from Sister Lin’s letter how this little prodigy grew up to be a great talent. Even though we couldn’t meet each other, I was afraid that he could think of me as him again.
It's like passing on a disciple. Therefore, you need to write more letters, and the longer you write, the better. A long letter can have enough pen and ink to write about me. If it is too short, it can only be long enough for Sister Lin to say, "Father is well."
"Take care of yourself" and that's it. Therefore, I have to bother you and send a little girl to tell Sister Lin later. I just said that I was sending a letter to the south. Long letters are also a trip, and text messages are also a trip. It's better to write a thousand words.
Yes, I can afford the carriage money of the boys. By the way, I asked her when she got the letter. I don’t care about the time, just send someone to deliver it. I’m afraid if it’s not there today, it will be there tomorrow.”
Jia She laughed dumbly, lowered his head and pinched his cheek: "This little man has thought so much." When he thought about it, it did make some sense, and said, "That's all, if I can really be as rich as the sea in the future.
With a little help, it won't be in vain for me to spend half a day talking about it."
Jia Cong couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had given this old man a lot of face last time, otherwise it would not have been easy for him to get off the stage today. He was still too hasty when he spoke just now. He quickly raised his fist and said firmly: "Don't worry, sir.
, although your son is younger, he is very talented and intelligent, and he does not like flowers, flowers, grass, maids or boys. He is guaranteed to be the latecomer and pass the exam before his brother Baoyu.
To be an official in the court, I don't have to worry about you. The saint gave me an additional title of principal out of sympathy for my grandfather, and it took me half a lifetime to climb up to the rank of Yuanwai Lang."
Although there was no one else around at this moment, Jia She initially acted like a father. However, when his youngest son, who was only three years old, said such long sentences and was very polite, they were all somewhat narrow-minded.
He kept talking about the shortcomings of his second brother and his son. He couldn't bear it any longer and laughed loudly, cursing in his mouth: "Where did you learn these bastard words?"
Jia Cong smiled and said: "I heard it from singing and opera in the past."
Although Jia She didn't read much, he still knew that the plays were mostly composed of literate sentences. Moreover, he had only discovered in recent months that his youngest son was extremely smart, and he was overjoyed before it was too late, so he never had any doubts.
Jia Cong was secretly shocked. As soon as he said those words, he felt that it was inappropriate. How could he be talking nonsense? Fortunately, this cheap dad was easy to fool, and everyone in the house was kicked out.
If a well-rounded master like Jia Mu Tan Chun Ping'er hears this, I'm afraid she will get into trouble. Ami Doufu, it's great to be a man. The most difficult people to deal with in this house are women.
The two men chatted for a while, and Jia She asked Jia Cong to eat with him.
Jia Cong was not polite, and ordered a few of his favorite snacks, and then said: "Sir, let me send someone smart and quick to find out when the old lady over there will finish dinner, so I can find an excuse to sneak over and join in the fun."
Jia She frowned: "It's so late, could it be that you haven't paid your respects today?"
Jia Cong curled his lips and said: "No, I got up early and went there. I don't like to greet the old lady, I don't like her."
Jia She glared at him: "I turned against you."
Jia Cong stretched out his little arm to hug his father's thigh, rubbed his little face against it, and said dullly: "She likes my second uncle, but she doesn't like my father. I don't like her."
Jia She only cursed nonsense and raised his head. This time his eyes were really red, and he reached out and rubbed Jia Cong's little head.
Jia Cong seemed to have not seen him. He lingered for a while, sighed like a young adult, and said slowly: "Old lady, after dinner, Brother Baoyu must go to see Sister Lin. That bastard, he is so beautiful at first sight.
The girl may have caused some trouble. I have to protect Sister Lin." Jia She said, and the little feeling he felt disappeared immediately.
Not long after, servants came back and forth, and dinner was ready. Jia Cong was still young, and he didn't pretend to be filial. He ate whatever he liked, and acted like a coquettish girl. Cuiyun, a concubine beside Jia She who was quite favored recently, smiled.
He was waiting on me with a face full of peach blossoms, bringing tea and adding dishes, and was very attentive.
Jia Cong secretly laughed in his heart. Jia She's concubines were not all stupid. These days, he suddenly fell in the eyes of the master and lost his mother. These women began to please him, and they were so charitable that they wished they could be
He married his own mother. How big are their ideas? The eldest is only in his early twenties, and the youngest is only fifteen or sixteen years old. They don’t have the temperament of a mother. As for Mrs. Xing, although she is much nicer to him, she is just easy to give.
Jia She just looked at it, fearing that he still looked down upon him as being raised by his aunt. Little did he know that Jia Cong had never thought of finding a mother for him. This is the benefit of ancient men. Regardless of whether he works for the emperor, as long as he has the ability,
He got involved without asking where he came from.
The two men had just finished dinner when they suddenly saw a boy looking outside. Jia She coughed and asked who it was. Lan Xiang hurried in to answer. It turned out that the smart little Yao'er had heard about Jia Mu and Daiyu Sanchun on the other side.
When he was about to finish his meal, Jia Cong had long ago ordered him to go back to the house to get a live grasshopper after hearing the news.
Jia She Jia She turned to look at Jia Cong and said, "Now that the winter is not over yet, the grasshoppers are coming out?"
Jia Cong thought to himself, this old man actually has some natural common sense! He replied with a smile: "It has suddenly warmed up in the past few days."
It turned out that Lan Xiang's uncle Chen Haozi had some skills. Hearing from his nephew that the Third Master had been favored recently and loved the grasshoppers made by his niece, he actually managed to find a few live ones for him. Jia Cong was delighted.
He immediately said some kind words for him and came up with two ideas, which was appreciated by Jia She.
Jia She seemed to make sense when he thought about it, so he glanced at him: "What are you doing again?"
Jia Cong made a face, took the grasshopper cage and hid it in his sleeve. He whispered to Jia She, "Look for an opportunity to take out the live thing later and stuff it into Brother Baoyu's sleeve. Will it scare him to tears?"
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Jia She laughed secretly when he heard this and asked him not to be held by others.
But at this moment, someone outside said that Jia Lian was here and wanted to pay his respects to Jia She. I guess he also had a lot of things to do in the south to get back to him.
Jia Cong hurriedly bowed and was about to slip away before reaching the door. By chance, Jia Lian came in and heard him say: "Where are Cong'er going? Don't be busy. I have something to ask you."
Jia She smiled and said, "Speak quickly, he has something else to do."
Jia Lian wondered: "How old is he? What's the big deal?"
Jia Cong hummed: "Why can't I have important things, little man? Playing is also important." He raised his face and looked at Jia Lian again, "What is the second brother looking for me for?"
Jia Lian bowed to Jia She first, then looked at him and said with a smile: "You little devil, did you hide this?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and held a handkerchief.
When he saw the handkerchief, Jia Cong hurriedly shouted: "Oh, why did you take it out? It doesn't work when you take it out."
Jia She hurriedly asked what it was. Jia Lian smiled and handed the handkerchief to his father. There was a sticky mess on the head. It smelled sweet, as if it was the stuffing of something, so he asked: "
What kind of cake are you eating?"
Jia Cong jumped to his feet and shouted: "I polished those with my own hands, but I have never left them to the hands of girls. Red dates, peanuts, osmanthus sugar, lotus seeds!"
Cuiyun next to me couldn't help but interjected: "Isn't it longan?"
Jia Cong was just hoping that someone would pay attention to this, but she happened to say it, and was immediately stunned: "Guiyuan? Isn't it osmanthus?" Then he stumbled and said, "Oh, if I had known that it was Guiyuan who went to the kitchen to eat together, then it would be over.
The osmanthus candy is my own!"
Several people in the room already understood what he meant and laughed.
Jia She couldn't help twirling his beard and smiling. It was already the third year that Jia Lian had married a wife. A father always looks forward to having a grandson soon. Now seeing that such a young son actually wants to beg for a son for his elder brother,
Although there is a bit of childishness, it shows the sincerity and the old feelings are very comforting.
Jia Lian was also very happy, and said to Jia She with a smile: "Ping'er saw this under the pillow just now, and showed it to Mother Zhao to identify, and she also recognized these things. Cong'er is very careful, and Mother Zhao said that this pastry chef
Good craftsmanship." Everyone laughed again, and Jia Cong pouted. "There have been no outsiders in our house today. After thinking about it, it must be this boy. He is small, and it is easy to sneak in and hide.
No one can see anything."
Jia Cong said with a smile: "At that time, someone was looking for the second sister-in-law to answer. Sister Ping went to get something, so I took the opportunity to sneak in. It is most effective not to be seen."
Jia Lian asked casually: "Who told you?"
Jia Cong was stunned for a moment and then said, "Oh, I can't remember." He didn't expect that there might be such a question and forgot to make up an answer.
Cuiyun tried to smooth things over by saying, "It doesn't matter which old woman said it or the young man heard it, there are still people with little children who can't remember."
This was nothing important, so Jia Lian stopped asking and said with a smile: "Since I have used your sweet-scented osmanthus candy, I will give you two kilograms of it tomorrow."
Jia Cong said hurriedly: "Thank you, second brother! Second brother is the best person in the world!" His little face smiled like a flower, and everyone was happy to see it. He added, "Second brother can be put back when he comes back."
, how great it would be to have a little nephew to play with."
Jia Lian thought, he was young, and people said that children have bright eyes and bright minds. Kuang first heard from his wife that Cong'er seemed to have had an enlightenment in the past few months, and he was very smart. It would be useless if he couldn't keep it all.
Ke Zhi then smiled and said: "That's all, since it's your heart, I'll give it a try."
Jia Cong nodded vigorously: "What's effective must be effective!" He sighed, "If I don't use this time, it will be even more effective." He really didn't know when Sister Jia Qiao arrived in this time and space, so what he said was correct.
It would be better to speak more tactfully.
Jia Lian saw that his serious appearance was very cute, so he sent someone back to the room and put him under Wang Xifeng's pillow without mentioning it.
The matter was revealed. Jia Cong waved the grasshopper cage in his hand, said goodbye to his father and brother, and hurried out to Jia Mu's yard.
It’s such a crucial drama. If I don’t mess with it, I’d be so sorry that I left World of Warcraft and traveled here.