Corrupt official in the Red Chamber

Chapter 2
"Nine Suns Divine Art", "Nine Yin Manual", "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms", looking at these familiar names in front of him, Jia Hu finally showed a smile on his face.

As long as you can practice these magical skills, what does your illness mean?
When the time comes, I will "punch Nanshan Nursing Home and kick Beihai Kindergarten."

However, Jia Hu soon became confused.

What are the numbers behind these martial arts?
"Dementor Talisman - 1000 taels (unique)"

"Nine Suns Divine Art - 5000 taels"

"Nine Yin Scriptures - 5000 taels"

"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms - 6000 Liang"

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No way?Isn't this the amount of silver?

Maybe it really is the amount of money, which means that if you want to learn these martial arts, you need to spend so much money.

In TV dramas and novels of A Dream of Red Mansions, Jia Rui is a poor ghost. He still owes money to Jia Rong and Jia Qiang, two bastards?
At this moment, there was a noise outside, and then an old man with white beard and hair, surrounded by two servants, entered Jia Rui's room. (Later, Jia Hu changed his name to Jia Rui.)
Jia Rui knew that it was his grandfather Jia Dairu who came in before him.

Jia Dairu is an old scholar who pays great attention to rules.

Normally, if Jia Rui was a little bit over the top, he would be beaten immediately.

This time Wang Xifeng set up a lovesickness bureau, and Jia Rui was finished so quickly. In fact, one of the big reasons was that the old gentleman gave Jia Rui thirty big boards a while ago.

You must know that this is in winter, being tied to a bench and beaten for thirty times in heavy snow. Even modern people may not be able to bear it, let alone in ancient times when medicine was lacking?

Just because he knew the nature of this old gentleman, Jia Rui did not dare to lie on the bed anymore, so he panted heavily and supported his body with his arms, trying to get up from the bed and give it to the old man. Sir salute.

Just as Jia Dairu walked into the room, he saw that the grandson he had hoped for was already sick and pale, and only a stick of firewood was left in his emaciated body.

But just like that, he still wanted to struggle to get up and salute him, which made Jia Dairu feel happy and sad at the same time, and his eye circles began to turn red.

However, because he had maintained a stern image in front of Jia Rui all year round, Jia Dairu held back his tears.

But even so, Jia Dairu still took a few steps forward, quickly supported Jia Rui, and then gently put him back on the bed.

"Since you are sick, you should take good care of your body. Why do you move around? If the illness worsens, what will your grandmother and I do?" As he spoke, Jia Dairu's tone became harsh again involuntarily.

"Thank you, grandpa, for your teaching." Jia Rui gasped and said these words intermittently. Then he felt his chest was tight, his eyesight went dark, and he could no longer speak.

Jia Dairu sighed, then took out a mirror from his sleeve and handed it to Jia Rui.

Looking at the things Jia Dairu handed over on the bed, Jia Rui's scalp felt numb.

This is a bronze mirror that can reflect people on both sides. The mirror handle has the four characters "Feng Yue Bao Jian" chiselled on it.

Seeing this mirror, Jia Rui immediately felt that his life was not long.

In the novel, the appearance of the mirror of fate means that Jia Rui's life has come to an end.

Therefore, Jia Rui now avoids this mirror like a snake or a scorpion.

Jia Dairu, who was standing by the bed, was a little unhappy. He said with a sullen face, "You bastard, what are you still doing? You haven't connected the mirror yet."

Jia Rui was now under the eaves and had to lower his head, so he could only tremblingly take the Fengyue Baojian handed over by Jia Dairu into his hands.

Jia Dairu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his grandson accepting the precious mirror, and said to him word by word: "Today, during the day, you were in a deep sleep, and a lame Taoist came, and he said he could save you." Fate, I sent this thing."

After saying this, Jia Dairu thought about the expression of the lame Taoist priest, and wanted to laugh again, but seeing his grandson seriously ill, he concealed his smile again.

"The lame Taoist said: 'This thing comes from the Ethereal Hall of the Illusory Realm. It was made by the Fairy Jinghuan. It is specially designed to cure the disease of evil thoughts and delusions. It has the power of saving the world and preserving life. Wang Sun and others look at the picture, but never take a picture from the front, only from the back' Do you think it's ridiculous?"

Do you also find it ridiculous?Then what did you send it here for?Do you know that people want your grandson's life?
"Okay, you have a good rest, I will come to see you tomorrow."

After saying that, Jia Dairu took the boy and left Jia Rui's room.

After a while, a small head poked in from the door of the house, and then saw Jia Rui with blank eyes on the bed, and hurried over.

"Master, how are you doing?"

"It's Brother Ying!" Jia Rui forced a smile.

"I'm fine, you go out, I'll call you again if something happens."

Brother Ying had a sad look on her face. It seemed that she was very worried about Jia Rui.

However, she obeyed Jia Rui, exited the room, and closed the door for him.

When Jia Rui was alone in the room again, he took out the Fengyue Treasure Book, but he didn't dare to take it.

Because now Jia Rui knows very well that this thing is the culprit that killed the original person.

But I don't know, this Fengyue Treasure Mirror seems to have strange magic power, and it is constantly tempting Jia Rui to look in this mirror.

Fortunately, Jia Rui has experienced all kinds of temptations in modern society, so he forcibly threw the Fengyue Baojian on the bed, and then covered it with a quilt.

After finishing this small movement, Jia Rui seemed to have completed some extraordinary task, he finally let out a breath, and then felt his body start to faint again, and slowly fell into a deep sleep again.

When he woke up again, he found that the room was completely dark, and a dim candle light was burning beside his bed.

Beside his bed, there was already an old woman with white hair and a kind face.

The old woman is sitting by Jia Rui's bed and weeping now.

She saw Jia Rui open his eyes, immediately wiped her tears, and then a smile appeared on her face.

"Rui'er, you're awake, do you want some ginseng soup?"

As she spoke, the old woman picked up the tea bowl placed next to her and took a spoonful of the soup in the tea bowl, preparing to hand it to Jia Rui's mouth.

The old woman Jia Rui recognized was his grandmother——Wang Shi.

This Mrs. Wang is also a branch of the Wang family, and she is the aunt of Mrs. Wang of Rongguo Mansion.

"Grandma, don't spend this money, I'm afraid it won't be enough."

Mrs. Wang felt heartbroken after hearing her grandson's words.

In Mrs. Wang's mind, her grandson is the best-behaved child in the world. You see, at the end of his life, he still wants to prevent the family from spending money in vain.

But as a grandmother, seeing that her grandson was dying soon, she was willing to sell her entire family to save her life.

"What are you talking about? If you are really filial to me, you can drink this bowl of soup. I am happy to see it."

Jia Rui had no choice but to open his mouth.

Mrs. Wang quickly scooped up a spoonful of Dushen soup and put it into Jia Rui's mouth.

Just feeding and drinking alone, a small bowl of Dushen soup was gone very quickly.

After feeding the soup, Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "Today is really better. Yesterday, half of the soup was fed, and the bed flowed."

After saying this, Mrs. Wang quickly wiped her tears again, and then I said to Jia Rui: "You have a good rest today. Grandma will come to see you tomorrow."

Just when Mrs. Wang was about to stand up and leave, Jia Rui suddenly stretched out her trembling hand and grabbed Mrs. Wang's sleeve.

(End of this chapter)