The 291st Chapter Is the Magic Stick Again (7)

After seventy-seven and forty-nine days of lingering, and after tossing all the Rongning and Ningfu to the brink, Qin Keqing's funeral was finally ushered in.

This is probably the most luxurious and eye-catching scene of Jia's family in A Dream of Red Mansions, apart from Yuanchun's relatives.

The huge pomp, meticulous attention to detail, the four princes and eight princes, the powerful and powerful in Beijing, almost all were present.

After the Jia family has been silent for many years, a funeral ceremony has once again attracted the attention and sighs of countless people.

What a Jia family, so angry!

He Tiantian has watched the TV series of later generations, especially the most classic version 8 or 7. In the play, Qin Keqing's funeral is really splendid and luxurious.

It is estimated that the serious imperial concubine died, that is, this treatment.

However, classmate D made 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 found out—

Although the TV series has been restored with great care, the real scenes are even more shocking.

A piece of white flowers, a huge funeral crowd, drums and chanting, monks and Taoists chanting, countless powerful people on the roadside set up sacrifice sheds or personally participated in the funeral, tsk tsk, such a scene, only when you are there can you have a more profound feeling .

However, at this moment, Jia Cong, who was following Jia Huan, Jia Lan and other Jia family juniors, did not pay much attention to these.

Just now, King Beijing summoned Jia Baoyu, and Jia Cong, under the "leadership" of a 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 fit very well, so it was obviously made for him.

The accessories such as jade pendants and purses are also very delicate, which matches the identity of the young master of Jia Cong's government.

Of course, clothes and accessories can be "crammed", but Jia Cong's appearance can't deceive people.

It still looks a little thin, but it is much better than the yellow-faced and thin-skinned appearance half a month ago.

There was even a healthy flush on his cheeks.

The little guy should be having a good time recently.

Lian Er's grandma is "attentive".

No matter what the truth is, at least on the surface, Jia Cong is no longer abused.

Those guests nodded secretly, and it was fine on the big face.

They just watched curiously, and seeing that Jia Cong was doing well, they put the matter aside.

Jia Cong knew that his hard days were about to begin.

Although it is not clear what methods Jia She or Wang Xifeng will use to deal with him, but his current body is only five or six years old, even if it is just a disguised sparring, it can make him die silently.

Not to mention that Jia She also has a death-free gold medal for "a dutiful son emerges from the stick".

As long as he pulls out the banner of "disciplining his son", even if Jia Cong is beaten to death, no one will seek justice for Jia Cong.

It's not that Jia She is vicious, just think that Jia Baoyu is spoiled enough, a proper Jia family phoenix egg.

As a result, just because Jia Huan made a false accusation, Jia Zheng directly pulled Jia Baoyu to fight the board.

If it wasn't for Jia's mother's obstruction, Jia Zhengzhen might have killed Jia Baoyu directly.

Even so, Jia Baoyu was badly beaten, and there were bloody lumps a few fingers deep on his buttocks.

This is still the favored son-in-law, and someone guards and stops him.

What about Jia Cong?

Not favored, but also a concubine of a dead biological mother.

If Jia She hits him, Mrs. Xing, Wang Xifeng and other female relatives will slowly say that they will block him, and it would be good if they don't secretly applaud.

After all, Jia Cong was starved to death in the mourning hall that day, not only the housekeeper's second grandmother Lian, but also Jia Cong's legal mother, Madam Xing!

Subsequent facts proved that Jia Cong's guess was not wrong, or even worse.

pain!

The whole back to the buttocks was burning hot.

hungry!

His stomach was burning with hunger, and he wished he could eat all of himself.

faint!

The dizziness was severe, as if the soul had to be pulled out of the body, unable to feel the existence of the body.

Just after the funeral, Jia She found an excuse and slapped Jia Cong with the whip.

The little man was directly passed out by the pain, and his body was covered with bloody whip wounds.

He was injured, and no one cared about it at all. He didn't have any doctor or dressing. He was directly thrown back to the hut by the mother-in-law and waited to die.

When it was time to eat, no one brought food.

Jia Cong felt that he was about to die, either because he died of serious injuries or was starved to death.

After passing through once, he actually ended up like this.

Jia Cong couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I'm probably the worst and most useless transmigrator in history."

It's just a shame to the transmigrators.

Jia Cong's psychological quality is not bad, but at this time he still has the heart to laugh at himself.

"Brother Cong, Brother Cong!"

There was a muffled shout from the rear window of the hut.

Jia Cong's eyes lit up, "Is it Brother Huan?"

"Isn't which of me?"

"Hey, now you know I'm good to you!"

"Hey~ this is a wound medicine, I stole it from my aunt. Oh, by the way, there's a packet of snacks, you put it up first!"

Prying open the window from the outside, Jia Huan stuffed the white porcelain bottle containing the wound medicine and a greased paper bag along the gap.

Jia Cong got up with difficulty, went under the rear window, and carefully connected things.

"Brother Huan, thank you!" Jia Cong's voice had a distinct nasal tone.

He was really moved. He came to the world of Red Mansions for no reason and became an unloved son-in-law.

The only warmth was given by Jia Huan, "Little Frozen Cat with Liao Mao".

"Okay, okay, take care of your injuries, what are you talking about?"

Jia Huan was a little embarrassed by Jia Cong.

Xu Shi didn't play with Jia Cong recently, and he didn't even have anyone to talk to. He was so suffocated that he sat on Zhao Guoji's shoulder, and chatted with Jia Cong through a back wall.

"Brother Cong, have you heard that your brother, the famous second master of our Jia family, is back."

Jia Huan deliberately spoke the opposite, referring to the recent Jia family gossip.

Jia Cong was putting a snack in his mouth. Hearing this, he couldn't help but think of the original book he had read—

Well, if he remembered correctly, Lin Ruhai should have died. Jia Lian helped take care of the next generation and returned to the capital with the Lin family's furniture worth millions of taels.

Immediately after that, it was the moment when Jia's family was cooking the most oil and flowers were blooming.

"...Well." Lin Ruhai died, and Sister Lin's tragedy was irreversible.

If Jia Cong was just a spectator, he would sigh twice.

But the problem is, he is in the red building now, and his own life is at risk, and he is really not qualified to show mercy to others.

Besides, for now, sister Lin is the most favored daughter of the Jia family's ancestors, and even Sanchun's own granddaughters can't compare, that is, only worse than Baoyu.

As for Jia Cong, he is an unlucky bastard who can even bully a slave.

If it wasn't for Jia Huan's secret help, he might have been tortured to death or starved to death.

He and Sister Lin, who is more pitiful? !

"Brother Cong, do you think it's strange? Uncle Lin was about to die, but suddenly he's better!"

"Also left the cousin of the Lin family in Yangzhou. Second brother Lian came back by himself. When the rotten stone heard this, he immediately threw the jade, which attracted the whole room to coax!"

"Hmph, he used to use this set, and he would throw jade at every turn? If it's really not precious, what would he do with it hanging around his neck all day?!"

Jia Huan didn't know what Jia Cong was thinking about, and was still chattering.

When it came to Jia Baoyu, he was a hundred resentful, and slowly called him "brother", but he didn't even want to mention his name.

Just saying one "rotten stone", alas, these three simple words are enough to reveal his envy, jealousy and hatred towards Jia Baoyu.

"What? Brother Huan, what did you just say?"

However, Jia Cong seemed to have heard something unbelievable, and hurriedly asked in a repeated voice.

"I said just now that the rotten stone smashed the jade again. The old lady and the third sister were so good at coaxing them!" Jia Huan was startled, but he repeated obediently.

"No, I just said the last sentence!"

Jia Cong said eagerly, but there was already a storm in his heart: I heard right, isn't Lin Ruhai dead? Sister Lin didn't follow Jia Lian back to Jia's house? !

"last sentence?"

Jia Huan was stunned for a moment, tilted his head to think carefully, and then said, "Oh, the cousin of the Lin family stayed in Yangzhou, and the second brother Lian came back by himself."

Jia Cong: I really heard that right!

"Lin Ruhai isn't dead?" He blurted out this sentence amid confusion.

"Yeah, not dead!" Jia Huan couldn't see Jia Cong's expression across a wall, so he didn't notice the little brother's abnormality for a while.

He followed Jia Cong's tone and continued to gossip in a suspicious tone: "Brother Cong, you also find it strange, don't you!"

"It's clear that Uncle Lin is dying. Otherwise, the old lady would be reluctant to let the cousin of the Lin family go back, and she even asked second brother Lian to follow along."

Although Jia Huan is young, he doesn't look very smart.

However, having grown up in a deep house compound since childhood, with a favored brother-in-law above him, Jia Huan is not stupid.

Therefore, Jia Huan knew that it was not for nothing that the old lady asked Jia Lian to go to Yangzhou.

First, it was natural to escort Lin Daiyu.

Second, it was because Lin Ruhai died, the Lin family was thin, and Lin Daiyu was an orphan, unable to take care of the funeral.

Although the Lin family lost their title, their family was definitely wealthy.

Such a big family business can't be cheap for outsiders.

Jia Huan may not have imagined that the Jia family was calculating the Lin family's property, but he knew that when the old lady sent Jia Lian over, she knew that Uncle Lin was dying soon.

But it was such a mortal ending, but it was suddenly changed!

Jia Lian returned empty-handed. On the surface, Mother Jia, Madam Wang and others were very happy for Lin Ruhai's recovery, but only they knew what they thought on the inside.

After all, Jia Yuanchun has already sealed the concubines, and the saint also issued a decree to allow these concubines to go home to save relatives.

Before Jia Lian got home, the two prefectures had already begun to discuss the construction of a "Provincial Villa".

Building a house requires land and money.

The land is easy to solve. Jia Zheng and Jia She have discussed with Jia Zhen. The two houses will each produce some. The Ning House will demolish the garden, the Rong House will demolish the house, and the alleys between the two houses will be connected to build a provincial villa.

But money is not so easy to solve.

A garden covering an area of ​​more than three miles, pavilions, pavilions, furniture, bricks and tiles, flowers and grasses, all of which are money.

If there is a subsidy of two or three million taels from the Lin family, it must be enough.

But now that Lin Ruhai is not dead, it is naturally impossible for the Lin family's money to fall into the Jia family's hands.

This time, it is a little difficult for the Jia family to build the Grand View Garden.

"...Uncle Lin is still ill, but he has no worries about his life for the time being. The cousin of the Lin family stayed in Yangzhou to take care of him."

Jia Huan didn't know too much of the inside story. He just saw that Jia Baoyu was unhappy, and then he was happy.

"The old lady and the wife are not too happy, even my aunt dare not speak loudly these days!"

Jia Huan mentioned his own mother, Concubine Zhao, and the excitement just now disappeared.

Alas, their mothers and daughters have never been taken seriously, even their own sisters think they are ashamed.

Jia Cong hadn't reacted yet. Jia Huan left, and he didn't know it.

"Lin Ruhai is not dead?"

"How could he not die? Could it be my butterfly effect?"

"No, I'm just a little transparent of the Rongguo Mansion. I can't even control my own destiny, so how can I influence other people?"

Jia Cong's mind is full of question marks, and his mood swings are very violent.

His only reliance in this Red Mansions world is to be familiar with the plot and to master knowledge beyond this era.

Now, the main plot has undergone major changes. Then, is the world of Red Mansions that you live in, or the famous book you are familiar with?

What will the sequel plot be like?

How do these changes affect it? !

Jia Cong was confused, and there was an inexplicable fear in his heart.

Of course, he was so cranky because the injury was too serious, and he also had a high fever because of the inflammation of the wound.

He was a little alone, his face was red with burns, and his body was trembling constantly.

If he hadn't been treated in time, he might not have survived the night.

And at this time, no one cares whether a little concubine is dead or alive.

Jia Zhen, Jia She, Jia Zheng and several others gathered in front of the old lady and were discussing about raising money to build a garden.

Without the absolute wealth of the Lin family, both Mother Jia and Madam Wang were very troubled.

Jia's family has been eating mao food for a long time, and even the monthly records of the servants have been taken by Wang Xifeng to put money in print, which is used to subsidize the family.

Suddenly taking out millions of taels of silver, let alone Wang Xifeng, even Mrs. Wang couldn't do it.

Unless the Jia family's ancestral property is sold.

But selling ancestral property or something, it's easy to say it's not good, it's a proper prodigal look.

Moreover, to put it badly, even if you sell your ancestral property, you may not be able to collect one million taels of silver.

The old lady has a private room herself, 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 still came up with the idea of ​​Dongfu, and the reasons were ready-made - I couldn't write two "Jia" characters in one stroke.

Jia Yuanchun was promoted to the virtuous concubine, and Ning Guofu also had a face.

Jia Zhen thought it was justified. He was a man in the camp, otherwise he would not have let his eldest son marry Qin Keqing with a complicated identity.

Moreover, Qin Keqing's death has a subtle relationship with Jia Yuanchun's concubine Feng.

Now Jia Yuanchun has successfully ascended the throne, and Jia Zhen, who helped out, feels that she is entitled to share the fruits of victory.

If possible, Jia Zhen also thought about the addiction of being a national uncle.

Just when Jia Zhen was about to agree to pay, a servant suddenly ran in outside: "Master is back!"

Jia Zhen's heart skipped a beat, "Okay, it's not a new year or a birthday, what does this living ancestor suddenly come back for?" !