Corrupt official in the Red Chamber

Chapter 8 Fang Ding
Mr. Jia's actions awakened Jia Rui, who was silent in the mystery of the Yang family's marksmanship.

He turned his head and saw that Jia Dairu was already sitting there looking in his direction, his face full of horror.

Jia Rui hastily threw away the wooden stick in his hand, walked to Jia Dairu's side in three steps at a time, and quickly helped the old man up.

"Grandfather, what's wrong with you? Is your body important?"

Jia Dairu trembled, and Jia Rui helped him to the chair in the room and sat down.

Mrs. Wang also came over at this time, patted Jia Dairu on the back and asked: "What happened, it seems to scare you like this."

After about a quarter of an hour, Jia Dairu came to his senses. Then he looked at Jia Rui standing beside him and became angry. Then he casually grabbed a book on the table and threw it directly to Jia Rui's head. superior.

"Nie Zhan, why are you crazy? What kind of stick are you playing in the middle of the night?"

Jia Rui could only be scolded there with his head down, and after a long time, when Jia Dairu was tired of scolding, Jia Rui came over to beg for mercy, licking his face.

"Grandpa, am I recovering from my illness? Move my muscles and bones."

Jia Dairu stroked his beard, cast a glance at him, and then sat there with his eyes rolling around, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, Jia Rui became impatient with waiting. Just as he was about to leave, Jia Dairu spoke.

"Who did you learn this skill with the gun and stick from?"

Jia Rui was taken aback.

He hadn't thought about the source of his martial arts at all, and now he couldn't answer when asked by Jia Dairu.

But after all, Jia Rui has been baptized by countless modern time-travel novels. The ghost idea comes in the blink of an eye. Although he was temporarily stunned, the lie immediately blurted out.

"When I was young, I found a gun manual in my study. I thought it was fun, so I practiced it in private."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Grandfather, you forced me to study day and night. I was afraid of being scolded by you for this matter, so I kept it a secret."

Jia Dairu thought about it for a while. Although his family said that they are now based on reading, they were also born in the army in the early years. They also followed the ancestor Rong Guogong and went through life and death on the battlefield.

It is not uncommon to have one or two books on physical training at home.

"I see that the spear stick you practiced just now has some foundation, so are you planning to continue studying in the future, or what?"

Jia Rui secretly glanced at Jia Dairu and felt a little uneasy when he saw his expressionless face.

But for his own future, he still had the courage to speak out his mind.

"Reporting to grandfather, the child does not have much talent in reading, but has made some progress in this martial art, so I ask grandfather to allow the child to abandon literature and pursue martial arts. Maybe in the not-too-distant future, he will be able to make some progress and shine on his family."

Jia Dairu sighed.

"You know it's not easy to get promoted from the ranks."

Jia Rui smiled slightly, maybe others are afraid of competition, but with the help of his golden fingers, even without some support in contacts, with his future martial arts, he will stand out from the crowd.

"Grandfather, grandson has already made up his mind, and wants to excel in martial arts."

Jia Dairu sighed, his grandson really doesn't have much talent in literary affairs, he is already 24 years old, and he still has nothing to do, why don't let him make a breakthrough in martial arts, if he really can If it works, it can be considered a way out.

"Okay, I agree with you."

Jia Dairu sighed, after all, he was his grandson, and if he didn't help him, he would help him.

"Our family's relationship with the military has already been severed. Why don't I go to Rongguo Mansion tomorrow and ask the master of Rongguo Mansion to give you a job in the army. The rest is up to you."

Jia Rui was overjoyed when he heard it, he was really sleepy and gave him a pillow, he didn't know how to tell his grandfather, but he didn't expect Jia Dairu to bring it up himself.

Jia Rui hurriedly bowed to the ground, and then said: "Thank you very much, grandfather. If you have any achievements in the future, I will definitely remember my grandfather's kindness today."

"Okay, stop saying these useless words and go back and rest quickly."

After Jia Rui nodded hastily, he respectfully exited Jia Dairu's room.

When there were only the old couple left in the family, Jia Dairu said to Mrs. Wang beside him: "Take out the steel gun hidden in the warehouse and send it to my grandson tomorrow."

This steel point gun was previously used by Jia Dairu's father.

However, this weapon was not originally owned by Jia Dairu's father, but he obtained this magical weapon after following the first generation of Rong Guogong on the battlefield.

It is a pity that Jia Dairu's father has mediocre skills and has not shown his ability on the battlefield, so he is not able to make this magic weapon shine with dazzling light.

But today, when Jia Dairu saw his grandson performing martial arts in the courtyard, he vaguely saw a glimmer of hope.

The hope is that the family will rise to the top again and become a wealthy and aristocratic family in the capital like Ning Rong's Second Mansion.

After thinking of this, Jia Dairu was in high spirits, he stood up and walked a few steps in the room excitedly, then stomped his feet fiercely, and came to his treasure shelf.

Afterwards, he carefully removed a small bronze square tripod from the top of the treasure shelf.

He placed the small bronze tripod on the table in the bedroom, then took out a handkerchief and wiped it lightly.

At this time, Mrs. Wang, who went out to get some steel guns for Jia Rui, also led two servants to carry the heavy weapon into the bedroom.

When she saw her husband cleaning the small square tripod seriously, she smiled and shook her head gently.

Her husband is good at everything, except for one thing. He likes to be arty, and he doesn't look at the situation at home. He still often goes to the street to buy antiques.

And he doesn't have much vision, most of the things he buys are fakes, otherwise he wouldn't dare to put them on the shelf at home like this.

Not only the servants at home know this, but the neighbors have already spread the word, and they all know that he is being taken advantage of. Sometimes even deceitful antique dealers come to him with things.

After Mrs. Wang dismissed the two servants, she closed the door again.

Then Mrs. Wang walked to her husband's side, lightly patted Jia Dairu on the shoulder and said, "Wiping your old thing again? You can't sell it for much money, you are like a treasure."

Jia Dairu didn't answer Mrs. Wang's words, he was still carefully rubbing the small square tripod, and then gently stroked it with his hands, as if he was touching an old friend for many years.

After a while, Jia Dairu found a package lightly, put the small square tripod in it, and wrapped it carefully.

"This treasure has been with me for nearly 30 years, and it will belong to someone else tomorrow."

After saying these words, Jia Dairu was depressed for a while.

Mrs. Wang was a little surprised.

"Isn't this a fake thing? If you give away a fake thing, aren't you afraid that they will kick you out?"

Jia Dairu smiled slightly, and then said: "If I don't buy so many fake things and spread my reputation, how can a family like ours keep this treasure?"

When Mrs. Wang heard her husband's words, her heart was excited, and she couldn't wait to ask: "Is this thing very valuable?"

"I don't know. But I'm sure this thing is real. It's a sacrificial vessel from the Shang and Zhou dynasties."

After saying this, Jia Dairu touched the wrapped treasure again, and said to Mrs. Wang: "Originally, I planned to pass it on as a family heirloom to our grandson, but now we see that our grandson still has some ambition. How about using this treasure as a stepping stone for our grandson to send him to Qingyun."

After saying these words, Jia Dairu swept away the depression just now, and seemed to be full of energy and high spirits.

(End of this chapter)