It’s true that the trees want to be quiet but the wind is not stopping. They all regard Huangzhuang as a meat and potatoes, thinking that they can easily control the big profits?
After receiving Jia Yun's message, Jia Cong was speechless for a while, but he didn't take it too seriously.
Time passed by one month. Under his guidance and organization, the structure of the Huangzhuang Management Office was gradually improved.
Jia Cong treated the royal family as a modern agricultural company, and the management provisions of each department were gradually explored and clarified. Finance, personnel, logistics, administration, security, and the most important farmland and water conservancy management departments were all created.
The various management joints are subdivided, and the responsibilities and powers are clear but mutually restrictive. No small manager can try to be big, and the previously unfettered power has been greatly weakened.
No one dared to jump out and stab him. The prince of Chu sent his confidants to serve as the nominal head of the imperial village, easily suppressing any dissatisfaction.
At this time, Jia Cong could step aside and spend more time tutoring the younger students who were about to take the scholar examination.
Leaving behind those children who had no exam tasks, he quietly returned to Beijing with the rest of the children.
"Third Young Master, you are finally back!"
Seeing Jia Cong's figure, the little maid Ling Que exclaimed with joy, and the quiet little courtyard suddenly came to life.
Nurse Li hurriedly walked out of the house and couldn't help but burst out in surprise when she saw Jia Cong. She was obviously very worried about not seeing Jia Cong for a month.
Jia Cong laughed and spoke thoughtful words to Lingque and Mrs. Li for a while. After the intimacy dissipated, he curiously asked: "Did anything happen in the house during my absence?"
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"Yes, not long after the third young master settled in the Imperial Mansion, the second master Bao received a good beating from the second master Zheng!"
When Ling Que said this, his pretty little face was full of gloating.
Tsk, the phoenix egg was beaten again!
Jia Cong is a little funny. It is said that Phoenix Egg's character is really naughty, but there is a political second master who "hopes for his son to succeed".
This kid plays with his sisters all day long. Naturally, Mr. Zheng doesn't like him. He scolds him every time he sees him, and he has to get angry when he gets angry.
It is estimated that the clan school gave birth to many children at once, which stimulated the second master Zheng.
In particular, the younger Huan San passed the Tongsheng exam, which made Phoenix Dan not pay attention to school. It was normal for him to be hit by the second master of the government and beat him up.
Speaking of Ring Three, this guy is also unlucky.
Originally, as a subordinate, I also participated in the management practice at Huangzhuang. I did follow him in the first few days. His performance was not bad and he had a talent for dealing with people.
But for some unknown reason, Huan San didn't stay overnight at the Imperial Mansion. As a result, he was ordered not to leave the mansion on the fifth day. Later, there was news that this guy's freedom was restricted.
Needless to say, the second wife, Mrs. Wang, took action.
"Is that boy Huan San okay?"
Now that I've thought of it, I'll ask. At most, I'll be tortured to death, but Mrs. Wang won't kill this kid.
At the moment, Ring Three does not pose much of a threat to the Phoenix Egg, even if it is admitted as a child student, Mrs. Wang will naturally not do anything.
In addition, Mr. Zheng Er attaches great importance to the imperial examination. Since Huan San has already won the title of Tongsheng, he has almost caught his eye.
Even for Mr. Zheng's sake, Mrs. Wang would not be too harsh. Of course, a hard time would be inevitable.
"Third Master Huan has suffered a lot at the hands of Aunt Zhao this time!"
Speaking of Huan San, Ling Que's delicate little face was full of sympathy, and he explained with a smile: "Didn't Master Huan San go to Huangzhuang with the young master to study management before? Aunt Zhao didn't know how she ended up in the second wife's house."
He was showing off in the yard, but he was scolded by the second wife, and Mr. Huan was also locked up in the house by the second wife to copy Buddhist scriptures!"
Jia Cong suddenly realized that he couldn't help but sympathize with Huan San. It was unlucky to meet a mother who didn't have much scheming and was fond of doing things.
"Is it possible that the boy has been locked up in the house these days and is not allowed to go out?"
"That's it, Third Master Huan can still go to the clan school. It's just that the second wife gave a strict order that Third Master Huan must copy a copy of the Diamond Sutra every day, otherwise he is not allowed to go out!"
So cruel!
Jia Cong couldn't help but smile strangely when he heard this. The "Diamond Sutra" has more than 5,000 words, and the writing speed is even slower with a brush. I'm afraid Huan San spent most of his time copying the sutra every day.
Fortunately, this kid didn't want to rise to the top in one fell swoop. He planned to take the scholar examination in a few years. He had plenty of time at the moment. Although he had a heavy task of copying scriptures every day, it was much better than being constrained to kneel and copy in the second wife's room.
He had heard from Huan San that sometimes Mrs. Wang was angry at Aunt Zhao's stupid behavior, so instead of tormenting Aunt Zhao, who was a hard-core bastard, she would directly summon Huan San to kneel down and copy scriptures, and let Aunt Zhao hit her at the door.
Curtain, watched Huansan suffer because of her stupidity.
By the way, Huan San's beautiful regular script can be said to be the best in the entire clan. Even Mr. Huan San can't compare to it. He just practiced it like this.
Every time this kid was forced to kneel down and copy Buddhist scriptures, Aunt Zhao would feel distressed and would stop for a while. Then one day she got mad and started to provoke Mrs. Wang again, and Huan San's journey of kneeling down to copy Buddhist scriptures started again.
It can be said that this boy is not very respectful to Aunt Zhao because of this.
"Is there anything else?"
After expressing sympathy for Huan San's experience, Jia Cong then asked: "No one here takes the initiative to come to the door, right?"
"It really does!"
Lingque clapped her little hands and shouted: "Half a month ago, the second girl and the eldest grandma came over. They sat for a while and chatted with Mother Li before leaving!"
"Oh, that time it was the grandma who thanked the young master for taking in Langeer. She came over to sit there and left a gift!"
At this time, the wet nurse who was sitting at the door of the hall doing needlework spoke up and said with a smile: "Look at what grandma wants, she has a lot of ideas for walking around!"
"Forget it, it's not good for melons and plums to grow in the fields!"
Jia Cong didn't feel embarrassed when he said this. Although he was young, he was taller and stronger than an adult. Why put Li Wan, a widowed sister-in-law, at risk?
The wet nurse couldn't help but chuckle, obviously understanding the meaning of Jia Cong's words. Only the little maid Lingque's face was full of confusion.
"If the wet nurse is free, she can tell her sister-in-law that she only needs to have more contact with her second sister. There is no need to worry about Lange'er's affairs!"
The wet nurse nodded in agreement. She seemed to have thought of something and was hesitant to speak. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "Master, over at Huangzhuang..."
"Why, wet nurse also has an idea?"
"That's not true. The boy at home is already married, and the grandson has just been born. The young master will definitely not treat them badly in the future!"
Mrs. Li saw clearly and knew that the tall and strong young man in front of her was not easy to fool. It was better to express her feelings directly, and I believed there would be a good result.
Sure enough, Jia Cong showed a relaxed smile on his face, nodded and said: "Of course I will not forget Brother Nai, and there will be proper arrangements in the future!"
"Young Master, there are rumors in the house that the young master may not be able to manage the thousand acres of fertile land in the Imperial Manor, so..."
"So a bunch of families want to help when they have a baby, right?"
Jia Cong shook his head and said disdainfully: "If we really let them pass, it would be the same as asking them to die directly. They are a bunch of things with no vision!"
The nanny Li was shocked. Her expression changed several times before she returned to normal. It was obvious that she was not really thinking about anything in her heart.
According to the 'custom' in the mansion, Li's son is Jia Cong's nanny, and is Jia Cong's natural confidant.
If Jia Cong's stall gets bigger in the future, he may take over the business.
That was Zhuangzi with a thousand acres of fertile land. Just taking some benefits would be enough to make him rich for a lifetime, and he could even leave a rich family fortune to his descendants.
The atmosphere of the Rong Mansion was completely corrupted. Even the wet nurse who was devoted to Jia Cong had no objection at all to poaching for benefits. On the contrary, she took it for granted.
Fortunately, Jia Cong didn't know, otherwise I'm afraid that the position assigned to the nanny in the future would be much worse than before.
However, Mrs. Li did not expect that the young master would react like this.
While his heart felt empty, he subconsciously asked: "How is this possible?"
"Nothing is impossible!"
Jia Cong said calmly: "If a family has a son in the mansion, even the most powerful housekeeper Lai has some reputation in Ningrong Street, but outside, especially in the Imperial Mansion, which is involved with the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the clan,
,who cares?"
House of Internal Affairs? Clan?
Only then did Li realize that the Imperial Mansion that the young master received was a gift from the clan, and it had something to do with the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
"The previous head of the Imperial Manor was driven away for being too greedy, but the junior stewards below are all involved with the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Even if Steward Lai is gone, he can't stop him!"
With a touch of sarcasm on his lips, Jia Cong said angrily: "Besides, Xinzhuangtou is a son of Prince Chu's family. I won't object to whoever in the family wants to rob him. It's a fair competition. Let's see who has more powerful means and abilities."
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Li was speechless...
Even the little maid Lingque could hear the sarcasm and encouragement in the young master's words, and couldn't help but giggle.
"Nanny and Lingque should spread the word about what you just said!"
After waving his hand, Jia Cong naturally had other ideas after talking so much, and said with a smile: "If a family in the mansion gives birth to a child, and the tribesmen outside still don't give up, then let them take the initiative to sign up at Huiyou Bookstore and make it clear in advance.
I don’t have the ability to support them!”
Li and the maid nodded repeatedly. After a while, Li asked curiously: "If that's the case, then the young master can't control the imperial village?"
"That's not the case. There are some secrets here, so I won't tell you!"
Jia Cong chuckled and said: "In short, if you want to take advantage, you must have the consciousness to break your head and bleed. Don't blame me for not warning you if something goes wrong then!"
After saying this, it was already getting late, so I called the maid Lingque to get up together, and went to the main hall of the General's Mansion to have a meal according to the old rules.
The children who had followed Jia Cong back to the city also returned to their homes, which suddenly caused a shock in the entire Ningrong Street. An agitated atmosphere slowly rose. Many Jia clan members who had thoughts in their hearts took the initiative one by one carrying gifts.
If you want to visit Huangzhuang at home and ask for details, you should take the first step.
Even in Rong Ning's Second Mansion, there are also undercurrents...