Red Mansion Royal Cat

Chapter 133

The Jia family's ancestral hall was built in Changmai Dong Mansion, and tonight the ancestral hall was brightly lit. Jia Jing took Jia Cong to offer incense to the ancestors and the accompanying retainers and soldiers one by one.

Jia Jing who finished offering incense suddenly said in a deep voice: "Brother Cong, kneel down!"

Ok?
Although Jia Cong had doubts, he still respectfully knelt down on the futon in front of the altar.

Jia Jing asked leisurely: "Do you know why I want you to kneel in front of your ancestors?"

"Nephew is stupid..."

"You are not stupid!"

Jia Jing interrupted the little fat man's humble speech: "You just don't want to admit your inner resistance to murder!"

"Uncle, my nephew has killed a lot of people, other people's children don't kill enemies with a knife at the age of eight..."

Jia Cong still wanted to refute, but Jia Jing sighed: "Killing an enemy is not the same as killing someone. Do you know why the saint forced you to watch those palace servants who made mistakes be beaten to death with your own eyes? His old man is warning you not to Want the kindness of a woman."

"The Jia family has been silent for too long. Even a little old slave dared to bark his teeth at the Jia family. Brother Cong, this is a war, a life-and-death war. Maybe that slave is not guilty of death, but she dared to do it today." Grind my teeth with you, maybe next time I will dare to pounce on you and take a bite hard."

"You have to understand that it's not just those who fight you desperately with knives that are your enemies!"

"You are Wu Xun, not a monk who shaved his head and meditated. You have to be ruthless, so ruthless that others are afraid of you, in order to live longer in this world."

"See the pieces of spiritual tablets in front of you? Every one of them has fought for my Jia family in the sea of ​​corpses and blood. I let you kneel here to let you understand one thing. Just complain. Maybe one day someone you let go of in a moment of mercy will stab you when you relax!"

"For example, this nurse of the Li family, she is no less threatening to our Jia family than a group of soldiers with knives. Sometimes words kill more powerful than soldiers."

At the end, Jia Jing took a ruler, walked up to the little fat man, and shouted: "Stretch out your hand!"

Before the ruler was laid down, Jia Cong's palm was already aching slightly.

He stretched out his palm obediently, and with a snap, he immediately felt a burning pain in his palm.

"Do you understand?"

Jia Cong resisted the pain in his palms, straightened his body, and shouted: "My nephew understands, I have to be ruthless, so ruthless that the enemy is terrified!"

Snapped!
"No, say it again!"

"Why complain, complain directly!"

Snapped!
"No, say it again!"

"Uh……"

Snapped!
"Is it worth thinking about?"

"But my nephew can't think of anything else!"

Snapped!
"Stupid! Remember, if you want to live a long time, you must kill danger in the cradle!"

"Nephew, remember, if you want to live a long time, you must kill danger in the cradle!"

Snapped!
hiss!
"Uncle, my nephew has memorized it, why are you still beating me?"

"It went smoothly!"

Jia Jing took back the ruler, and said with his hands behind his back: "You are the next generation of my Ningrong Jia family who has the best chance to reach the top. You shoulder the hope of Jia Lin's family. There are many people who will be protected under your wings in the future." Brother Cong, let go of the ridiculous tolerance in your heart, and become ruthless, as long as there are enemies standing in front of you, then use the knife in your hand to destroy them. When you stand on the top of the mountain, you will have You are qualified to talk about tolerance, and then stick to the principles in your heart. Principles are bullshit in the face of war!"

"The principle is that in the face of war, it is bullshit!"

This sentence is very vulgar, but it shocked Jia Cong.

Jia Jing's words may be contrary to some principles and habits brought by Jia Cong from his previous life, but they are indeed the most suitable for the actual situation.

After being reborn for several years, Jia Cong has tried his best to adapt to the world that has only been portrayed in film and television dramas and novels.

But some of his habits and persistence are still contradicting the usual habits of this world.

Even the Supreme Emperor Liu Ji saw it, not to mention Jia Cong's father, Jia She.It took Jia Jing only a few days to discover this, and only then did the drama of the ancestral hall teach the nephew.

When Jia Cong came to his senses, Jia Jing had disappeared.Only Jia Twelve stood by the stove, poking the charcoal in the stove with tongs to make the fire more vigorous.

"Uncle Twelve, I think I'm ruthless enough, I don't even bat an eye when I kill someone!"

Jia Twelve grinned and said, "Then why didn't the third master just cut her off for insulting Jia Lin and the old woman today?"

"This is different. According to the "Great Xia Law", she is at best a crime of exile..."

"Law? If the law is useful, all the noble relatives, relatives, and ministers of civil and military affairs in the capital should go to Caishikou! Believe it or not, the young third master threw the old woman into the prison of Shuntian Mansion today. I will return to Prince Yizhong's Mansion and continue to be Li's nanny!"

It has to be said that Jia Twelve, a fighter, is very reasonable.

Jia Cong slapped his head and said regretfully: "I almost forgot about this, this "Great Xia Law" is as rough as a sieve, and it can't really deter and punish some people at all. It seems that I have to think about it. , how to perfect the "Great Summer Law", after all, I am still the 'Royal Cat' bestowed by His Majesty!"

"Does the third master plan to be the Secretary of the Dali Temple or the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment?"

Jia Twelve chuckled, and asked back: "These two alone can't complete the "Great Summer Law"."

"Then the chief minister of the cabinet!"

Jia Cong's rhetoric made Jia Twelve laugh out loud, and he said contemptuously, "What can a sage fail to do, what can the chief minister of the cabinet do?"

"That's not necessarily the case, I'm a person with Tianhui!"

Talking about the rule of law in a feudal society is more difficult than filling the stomachs of ordinary people.

However, Jia Cong still has some confidence in his heart. Although the chance of success is very small, if a person has no dreams, what is the difference from a salted fish?
How can I say that the young master also wants to be the No.1 man in Daxia, the 'Royal Cat' Qingtian, and he started from catching rats, and turned him upside down within the reach of his eyes!
When innocent people shouted: "Is there still a king's law? Is there still a law?"

Lord Yumao must be brave enough to say: "Yes!"

Qingtian Jia Cong, who specializes in conquering lawless relatives and nobles, this title is my master!

Jia Cong, who was happily dreaming, suddenly heard a gurgling sound from his stomach. He rubbed his stomach and sighed quietly: "Oh, I knew I should have a full stomach before I went to see my uncle. Now it's all right, I'm going to suffer hungry!"

"Hey, where will the third master be hungry?"

Jia Twelve smiled, got up and came to the altar to pay respects, then under Jia Cong's surprised eyes, he took off the roast chicken and duck on the altar, put them on two bamboo sticks and roasted them on the stove.

After the cold chicken and duck were reheated, he stuffed a chicken leg into Jia Cong's hand, took out a jug of wine, and placed it between the two of them.

Seeing Jia Cong in a daze, Jia Twelve grinned foolishly: "Eat, the ancestors will not blame us. When the old master punished the two masters to kneel down in the ancestral hall, I asked the ancestors if they could fill Jia's house with offerings." The belly of the children and grandchildren..."

Hearing what Jia Twelve said, the little fat man temporarily forgot about benevolence and killing, picked up the oily chicken leg and began to bite hard.

After a while, a chicken leg went into his stomach, and he took the duck meat that Jia Twelve had torn apart. He didn't burp until half a roast duck and two chicken legs were killed.

Jia Twelve smiled and handed over the jug in his hand: "Come on, eat meat and drink in a big bowl, you are a good man of the Jia family!"

ton ton ton...

Jia Cong took the jug and took a big gulp.

hiss, ha...

"It's so spicy!"

Although this wine can't keep up with the high-grade liquor distilled in the previous life, it is already extremely spicy for the eight-year-old Jia Cong.

He felt hot in his stomach, and it seemed as if flames could be spewed out of his throat.After a while, the drunkenness was already on his head, and he was dizzy, so he heard Jia Twelve bragging to him about the old story of following Jia Jing and Jia She Qianqi in the battle and attacking Buchen...

The guards and servants of the Ningguo Mansion who used to patrol the vicinity of the clan stayed far away tonight. Jia Twelve's bragging, Jia Cong's constant questioning, and the two people's laughter were carried by the wind to the corridor.

There is a table in the corridor, and two stoves silently disperse the cold air here. Jia Jing leisurely sips the fine wine in the glass, and Jia Rong, who is warming the wine next to him, asks inexplicably, "Grandfather, why don't you How about explaining these truths to Uncle Cong directly?"

Jia Jing chuckled, raised his glass to pay respects to the ancestral hall where he could see, and then drank it in one gulp.

Only then did he glance at his own grandson and said: "Is the truth clear? He needs to understand it by himself. Of course, you should also understand it!"

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　This chapter has been scolded miserably. I understand that there is a problem with my own writing. After thinking about it, I revised it again. Thank you for your continued support and corrections!I hope that readers have comments and suggestions like this time, continue to put forward, so that I can improve this novel...

　　
　
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