The Rise of Ning Mansion in Red Mansions

Chapter 35 Jia Zheng’s Regrets

The men of the Jia family advocate stick education, and they all care about grandchildren but not children.

Jia She didn't get angry on the spot, not to give Jia Lian face, he just waited to go home after the ancestor worship and take good care of this little kid who was indistinguishable!

After talking about Jia Mu's final plan, Jia Lian looked proud and raised his eyebrows at Jia Dai, brother, how about it, is your money worth it?

Jia Lian was so proud that he had no idea that after returning home, Jia She prepared a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots for him.

Mother Jia did not want Aunt Xing to fill the house, so she could only be an equal wife at best and was not allowed to participate in ancestor worship.

The so-called equal wife only has the same living standards as the regular wife, and the son she gives birth to is also a legitimate child.

However, the actual status and reputation are still lower than those of the head wife.

After hearing the plan, Jia Dai's heart has already blossomed, but he still pretends to be dissatisfied.

He just waited for Jia Zheng, Jia Jing and others to beg him, and then Jia Dai reluctantly agreed.

He is obviously willing, but he pretends not to be willing, and he is calculating people's hearts. He is so shameless that even he feels a little disgusted with himself!

Where has the good steely straight man gone?
In order to win the beauty back, he Jia Dai sold his soul.

Is this worth it or not?
Ask yourself, Jia Dai doesn't know either, so let's take a step and see.

"My grandson is unfilial and has wronged Grandma Xing. Please forgive me, grandpa!"

Jia Dai squeezed out a few tears and bowed to Tiejian Temple (the place where Jia Daihua and Jia Daishan were buried). People who didn't know the inside story thought how filial he was!

The pedantic Jia Zheng was so ashamed that he hid his face and turned his head away. He couldn't bear to look at it anymore, thinking that Jia's mother was going too far!

In order to occupy the C position, he actually forced his nephew to go against his uncle's orders!

It's a pity that my uncle's body is not yet cold, and he is still alive in Tiekshu Temple.

After forcing her young grandnephew like this, how could my mother have the face to meet her ancestors a hundred years later?
After everyone persuaded him for a while, Jia Dai felt better and said, "A banquet has been prepared in the front yard. Eat and drink well later!"

Jia Jing looked at Jia Dai's acting coldly and felt disgusted!

What testament?
It's all nonsense made up by this bastard!

He suffered a loss because of this, and was unwilling to be oppressed by his concubine, so he had no choice but to leave home and hang out with Taoist priests, looking for opportunities to make a comeback!

The men and women of the Jia family have discussed the matters, and the ancestor worship is carried out according to the procedures.

The men of the Jia family entered through the west corner gate, walked through the long corridor, and came to a spacious courtyard with three gates.

On the middle door beam, there is a gilt nanmu plaque with four big characters written on it, "Jia's Ancestral Hall".

In the lower left corner of the plaque, there are seven small characters, "Yansheng Gong Kong Jizong Shu",
The flying dragons and phoenixes are so majestic and intimidating!
Jia Dai took the lead, with a solemn expression, straightened his clothes, bowed and bowed three times to the black door.

Then, Jia Jing, Jia She, and Jia Zheng walked out of the queue, and the four of them worked together to push the door open.

The first thing that catches the eye is the three large rooms. There is also a nanmu plaque hanging on the beam, which reads "Wuxun Family", and there is also a seal of Emperor Taizong stamped below.

Everyone hurriedly arranged their clothes, put on solemn expressions, and consciously adjusted their queues.

Jia Dai was the first, followed by Jia Jing, Jia She, and Jia Zheng. After that, they were arranged by generation, with differences between concubines and concubines, and differences between near and far.

The rules were strict, just like going to court, and there was total silence.

Entering inside, there are two silk paintings hanging in the center, slightly yellowed, probably due to the age.

The people in the painting are all majestic!
The portrait at the top is of Ning Guo Gong Jia Yan, wearing a big red python robe, stroking his beard with his left hand, holding an ivory wat board in his right hand and holding it against his chest.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, with a faint smile, and he looked forward kindly.

The portrait at the bottom is of Jia Yuan, the Duke of Rongguo. He is wearing a blue python robe and has an upright appearance. He holds a green wat board in front of his chest with both hands. His expression is focused and not angry. Under the portrait are the memorial tablets of Jia Daihua, Jia Daishan and others. There are three rows in total, including men and women.

The tablet in the middle is wide and becomes smaller as you go to both sides.

Next, there is a long red lacquer incense table, with nothing on it, like a giant gold-swallowing beast, waiting for future generations to offer sacrifices to fill its stomach.

Under it is a large bronze cauldron, which is no less impressive than the Simuwu cauldron.

On the four sides of the tripod, there are sculptures of green dragon, white tiger, red bird, and black basalt respectively. They show their teeth and dance their claws. They have extraordinary momentum and look like nothing else!

While everyone was taking a closer look, Jia Zhen and Lai Sheng led the servants, carried the sacrifices in one by one, put them aside for later use, and then left in an orderly manner.

Only people from the Jia clan can stay here.

The slaves, what pickles, standing aside to watch the ceremony, are all blasphemy to the ancestors of the Jia family!

"Clan leader, the sacrifices are ready!"

"Look..."

Jia Jing glanced at Jia Dai at the front of the team and snorted from his nostrils, "Yeah!"

Then, Zun opened his mouth slightly and said, "Let's begin!"

The voice was so low that even Jia Zhen in front of him almost didn't hear it clearly.

Jia Jing is the clan leader, but he is not the one to officiate today. He is feeling aggrieved. Seeing Jia Zhen being so attentive, he feels even more angry.

However, he had recently made a good elixir, and after decoction it with ginseng, his throat hurt terribly.

Saying these few words almost killed him!

Jia Jing may not care about that position, but when someone else occupies it, he feels uncomfortable all over. How come he doesn't like Jia Dai!
I just hope that the ancestor worship can end soon!

As for the subsequent banquet, Jia Jing had no interest in attending it. He deeply felt that only by attaining Taoism and becoming an immortal could he escape from the sea of ​​suffering!

Jia Dai cleaned his hands, took the cow's head, sheep's head, and pig's head from Jia She's hand one by one, and placed them respectfully on the incense table.

Then, he lit the thread with his own hands.

A handful of green smoke shot straight up to the dome, and then slowly dispersed. Soon it filled the entire hall, filled with smoke.

There was a faint sound of gongs in the ears, but it turned out to be outside the palace. Jia Dairu and others sang "Xiaoya", with melody and music echoing it. Everyone seemed to be in a fairyland.

Then, Jia Dai read a memorial poem, which was written by Jia Dai Ruxian, but his reading was still awkward.
A few words were even pronounced incorrectly, which made Jia Zheng frown. Brother Dai, you need to read books well!

Jia Jing sneered, "A common man is a common man, he can't even recognize the words!"

Father, you are confused. If there is a spirit in heaven, please open your eyes and see that the family fortune that our ancestors built through countless deaths will be lost in the hands of this bastard!
"Zhu'er, come here!"

After finally completing a set of procedures, it was already the second watch. Many tribesmen almost fainted from hunger in the ancestral hall. They were looking forward to having an early meal and sharing some New Year gifts and going home, when a discordant voice rang out from beside them.

"Father!"

A sickly young man walked out of the crowd. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a blue and white Confucian shirt and a hairpin. He was the newly married Jia Zhu.

"Go and burn incense for your ancestors, and bless my son's success when he goes south this time!"

Damn it, I'm already so sick, Dad, you're still forcing me, do you want me to die?
Jia Zhu cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to disobey his order. He was scared of being beaten by Jia Zheng, "I'll go now. I'll definitely be named on the gold medal list next year. I will honor my ancestors and don't disappoint me!"

Jia Zheng pinched his goatee and nodded, with a look of relief on his face.

It was because he was more advanced than Jia She in his studies that he was favored by Jia Daishan. He deeply regretted not being a Jinshi and serving as an official, but he stood around and found regrets from Jia Zhu.

(End of this chapter)