Early the next morning, Jia Cong got up as usual and took the little maid Lingque, who had some dark circles under her eyes, to the main courtyard to say hello.
Obviously, the little maid didn't sleep well last night. There must be something wrong with the reading session, and she must have been worried all night.
"Hey, little girl, you know how to worry now, why did you go so early?"
Jia Cong said with a smile, which made the little maid very depressed, but he did not dare to talk back. It will take some time to return to the familiar state half a year ago.
"Boss, boss, you are finally back!"
At the gate of the General's Mansion, Jia Huan had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Jia Cong, his face was full of joy and he shouted: "Without the boss to control it, clan studies will be a mess!"
"Why, did the clan school suffer during my absence?"
He said hello to the equally excited young man Wangcai and Huansan's uncle Zhao Guoji, and joked as he got in the car: "It shouldn't be possible!"
"How is that possible?"
Huan San, who was also in his early nine years, was anxious and said unhappily: "With Brother Yun and Jin Rong and the others, there is no way I will suffer!"
"Third Young Master, Third Master Huan is just like Second Master Buhuang Bao!"
At this time, Wangcai, the boy who was following the carriage, couldn't help but laugh and said: "As soon as Second Master Bao arrived at the school, he became a core figure in the school. Third Master Huan is really jealous!"
"Who is jealous? Wangcai, don't talk nonsense!"
Huansan's handsome little face turned red from suppressing it, and he looked like he was angry because his thoughts were exposed. Even a fool could see his true thoughts.
"Just be jealous, what's the big deal!"
Waving his hand, Jia Cong said indifferently: "I am also jealous of Brother Bao's treatment. Is it useful?"
These words made Huan San open his eyes in disbelief, but his heart was full of recognition. It turned out that the boss had the same thoughts as him.
"But is there any use in being jealous?"
When the conversation changed, Jia Cong sneered: "When our brothers reach adulthood, the government will only have one thousand taels of silver to spend. Will we have to rely on ourselves in the future?"
"That's not what my aunt said!"
Huan San looked dissatisfied and argued: "Auntie said, as long as..."
Halfway through his words, he seemed to have sensed something was wrong and hurriedly stopped speaking. His handsome face was very calm, with a hint of inexplicable complacency.
Tsk!
Sure enough, only a normal mother can raise normal children!
Needless to say, Aunt Zhao must have been so imaginative that if she killed Jia Baoyu, Huan San would be able to inherit the second room or even the entire Rongguo Mansion.
Thinking too much...
If something happens to the phoenix egg, it won't be Huan San's turn to benefit, but Jia Lan will be, right?
Even if something happened to Jia Lan, according to Daqing's clan rules, he would still have to choose a direct descendant from the Jia family's direct sect to inherit, or simply let Lian Er take over the two houses, and it would not be Huan San's turn to take advantage.
Jia Baoyu and Jia Lan were young and easy to deal with, but Lian Er was already an adult, so Aunt Zhao had almost no chance of dealing with them.
Of course, it was difficult for Jia Cong to say these words, but he could ask other younger brothers to say it, so that this kid Huan San would not get into trouble and go astray.
I had known that Aunt Zhao was unreliable, but I didn't know that this person from the Rongguofu family was unreliable to such an extent. This was a trap for her son.
After only being away for half a year, Huan San's thoughts were completely distorted.
The carriage soon arrived at the Jia Clan Academy. When the tall and strong Jia Cong appeared, the originally noisy clan academy suddenly fell silent.
Master Cong is back!
Jia Cong and Jia Fang, already masters of ethnic studies, quickly came over to pay their respects to the boss. They had no arrogance at all.
Without Jia Cong's guidance, they would have dropped out of school and been running around worrying about their family's livelihood.
Their minds were very clear, especially with the comparison of the past six months, their hearts became more and more certain about hugging Jia Cong's thigh.
During the half-year period when Jia Cong was away, their work could be described as stagnant.
Because of their background, few scholars are willing to communicate with them. As for the famous colleges near the capital, if you don't have enough money, you can't even think about it.
Of course, they can choose to go to a university in the capital, but without the explicit support of Ning Rong's second mansion boss, it is not that easy to get into. Their grades are not yet up to the level of direct admission, so they can only despair.
At this time, they suddenly realized that without the care of the boss, Jia Cong, it would be difficult to get ahead even if they were selected as a scholar.
At the same time, the distress of stagnant homework also made them keenly aware that the knowledge of the eldest brother Jia Cong was quite extraordinary. At least he taught them to become a scholar, and there was even a possibility of becoming a scholar.
This realization shocked them both!
If the boss Jia Cong has the ability to guide them to win the election, wouldn't the boss himself...
In short, when they saw Jia Cong appear in the clan school, Jia Yun and Jia Fang, as their husbands, were very enthusiastic and almost became grandfathers.
Not long after, Xue Pan, who was very aggressive, also came to the clan school. Before he could show off his aggressive attitude to his classmate whom he hadn't seen for half a year, he was forced to sit in the corner by Jia Cong's look, and he struggled to lift the already ashes.
The stone lock groaned and was lifted up.
Jia Cong went to his old seat in the teaching building and sat down. He was surrounded by a circle of younger brothers, all of whom were relatively well-known people in the clan. The whole teaching building was as quiet as a chicken, and the hustle and bustle of the past was gone.
"What are you doing standing still? Reviewing your homework. Do you still want me to teach you?"
He shouted angrily, and suddenly the sound of reading loudly rang out from the clan school building, which was very rare.
"Boss, that's Brother Lang. He came to the clan school not long ago, but he's just a bit unsociable!"
Huan San picked up the book and pretended to be in front of Jia Cong, pointing to a lonely seven-year-old child in a corner not far away and introducing him.
"Oh, I heard that my sister-in-law is very close to me, so let's not get too close to him, lest my sister-in-law be unhappy!"
Glancing at the lonely Jia Lan, Jia Cong showed no intention of getting close to him. His sister-in-law Li Wan valued his only son very seriously, and he had no intention of looking for trouble.
"Don't disturb his study, restrain those guys in the school!"
After Xue Pan finished practicing the stone lock lifting exercise, it was time for class, but he did not see Jia Baoyu. Instead, he saw Qin Zhong, who was very girly and petty.
Seeing that he looked weak, he didn't even have the courage to look at Jia Cong and his group, and he didn't know why this guy was so cowardly. He was really embarrassing to the 'second generation officials' group.
What surprised Jia Cong even more was that the old guy Jia Dairu didn't come to class, but let Jia Yun take full responsibility. Later it was discovered that this old guy was recuperating at home on the grounds of old age, and all the teaching tasks and management of the ethnology were handed over to Jia Yun.
Brothers Yun and Jia Fang.
That's good, at least Jia Yun and Jia Fang's teaching attitude is much more serious, which is much better than the old guy's perfunctory attitude...