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Chapter 357 Hongmen Banquet

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    After the morning exercise, after bathing and changing clothes, Jia Cong had breakfast with the gathered girls.

    ? Seeing Qingwen, Xiaohong and the other girls surrounding Xiangling making all kinds of jokes, Xiangling just blushed and remained silent.

    It wasn¡¯t until she was desperate that she said what Jia Cong asked her to say to her mother, which caused a burst of laughter.

    But after all, they are all girls, and I can¡¯t hide my feelings.

    If it were anyone else, who would care about the girl¡¯s life and death

    After allowing the teasing, Jia Cong said sternly: "This is not a lie. I have read many medical books and it all agrees with this. It's best not to sleep in from tomorrow on, and get up and exercise with me. When you have children in the future  , you will be safer, and your children will be stronger"

    This would have been a common thing to say in later generations, but at the moment it made all the girls at the table so embarrassed that they couldn't even raise their heads.

    However, his heart felt warm. Jia Cong asked again, and Fang agreed softly one by one.

    In the shy and slightly smoky atmosphere, Jia Cong was the first to finish breakfast, and then said to Baochai and Heping'er: "Today I want to go back to my old house to meet some elderly people from the Jia family and the Shi family. I will come back later. You can do it at home.  Pack some things in advance and we will go to Yangzhou early tomorrow morning." Then he smiled at the girls and said: "There are many forces in Jinling City, and there are many people who want to fish in troubled waters, so you are not allowed to go out for a stroll.  When we get to Yangzhou, the situation will be much simpler, and you can also go out for a walk and experience the scenery of Jiangnan."

    A group of people were so happy that Qingwen asked curiously: "Third Master, why is Yangzhou Prefecture so much simpler? Is there no bad people in Yangzhou Prefecture?"

    Jia Cong laughed and said: "Yangzhou Prefecture is owned by those salt merchants. They are all their people from top to bottom. If any of you make any mistakes, I will catch them all and plant them in the ground."  Be a carrot!¡±

    ¡°Giggle!¡±

    Amid a burst of proud and smug laughter, Xiangling was the only one who looked red with shame and did not dare to raise her head

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    Jinling Xicheng, Rongning Street.

    Jia Cong¡¯s ¡°Commander¡¯s Special Car¡± stopped in front of the main entrance of Rong Mansion.

    The carriages, horses, mules and sedans that were originally blocked on Rongning Street have been driven away by the accompanying Jin Yi Tiqi

    Zhan Peng and Shen Lang escorted Jia Cong from the carriage to the left and right.

    Downstairs of Rongguo Gate, a dozen white-haired old men and dozens of men with gray, gray or black hair were waiting there.

    Jia Cong hurriedly took a few steps forward, bowed and said: "I am a late-born child, how dare you greet me as an uncle?"

    But his face is still dull.

    At the head, an old man was supported by a man with gray hair. Jin Cai, the housekeeper of Rong Mansion, bowed to the side and introduced: "Third Master, this is the ancestor of Jiufang, and this is Uncle Hui!"

    Jia Cong understood that the ninth house was the leader of the twelve houses in Jinling.

    This old man is Jia Daiyan, the patriarch of the twelve-room Jia family.

    Jia Cong came to see him again. Jia Daiyan could not speak clearly. He still took on the role of the speaker and introduced some old people around him: "This is Shifang, your eighteenth grandpa. His name is his name is Jia Daixun. This is Shifang."  Fang your twenty-three grandpa"

    At the time of generation generation, the clan had not yet been divided into families, so the ranking was based on the entire clan.

    When you reach the literary generation, you can no longer arrange them. Each room is arranged according to its own room.

    After paying homage to the grandfather of Daizi generation, there are also the literary generation. After meeting one by one, there are also those of Yuzi generation, all of whom are older than Jia Cong.

    The leader is the uncle of the ninth house, Jia Hui.

    Except for the Que Jia family, there were a few old and middle-aged people from the Shi family, but they didn't seem close or distant, as if they were just watching.

    A large and dark group of people spent nearly an hour under the gate before finally getting through it.

    ¡°These are just the prominent figures from the Twelve Houses who arrived today, and the clan members are far from all present.

    After entering the gatehouse, Jia Cong consciously walked forward as a master, asking Jin Cai if all the matters were in order.

    Together with a group of ancestors and elders, the momentum is not inferior, but there is no frivolousness.

    Seeing this, the various characters in the Twelve Rooms looked at each other with different expressions

    Arriving at the main hall, Jia Cong insisted on asking all the elders to take their seats.

    But everyone also invites him to sit in the middle. After all, Jia Cong is not only the owner of this Rongguo Mansion, but also the head of the Jia family in the eighth house of the capital.

    Even if these twelve people have the intention of relying on their elders, they cannot do so.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????¡­?, Third brother, we have twelve brothers in Jinling, and the population is increasing day by day, but there are countless houses left by our ancestors. Now many of the younger generations are getting married, and they can't even find a house. It's really unbelievably tight.  .  But the Rongning Second Mansion here is empty"

    Jia Cong waved his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Jia Hui, I can't be the master of this job. If this ancestral inheritance is also dispersed, I'm afraid the spirits of our ancestors in heaven will not agree. I heard that Brother Hui's house is quite spacious, so why not share some of it?"  It¡¯s appropriate. There are twelve rooms in Nan Province, and the ninth room is the big one!¡±

    "this¡­¡­"

    Jia Hui laughed twice and said: "The population of Jiufang is also large"

    Jia Cong chuckled and was speechless, then heard Jia Daiyan say: "Don't say any of this. My brother is right, everything else can be divided, and the ancestral home cannot be touched." After that, he glared at Jia Hui.

    Jia Hui didn¡¯t even know about this

    "but¡­¡­"

    Jia Daiyan changed the topic and said, "There is one thing. I wonder if I made a mistake?"

    Jia Cong asked: "I wonder what my uncle said?"

    Jia Daiyan said: "There is a distant relative of our Fang branch. His surname is Jia Minghua, his given name is Shifei, and his nickname is Yucun. Now he is the prefect of Jinling Prefecture. He originally found his son through the route of Rongfu Prefecture. After arriving in Jinling,  They are very friendly to us Jia family members. They are always filial and talkative, and they also respect the Jia family clan very much.

    How come I heard that you arrested someone?  This is so inappropriate. If anything happens, it¡¯s better for your family to talk to you"

    "After Jia Daiyan said it, it was like a pot was boiling. Everyone from Dai Zi generation, Wen generation, and Yu Zi generation were opening their mouths.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? with persuasion or coaxing, and some more simply, direct orders.

    Jia Cong kept smiling steadily. After several generations of elders calmed down the situation, everyone gradually calmed down and looked at Jia Cong with playful eyes. A look of shame appeared on Jia Cong's face and said: "Uncles,  Uncle said it was a little late"

    When everyone heard this, their expressions turned grim. Even the highly respected Jia Daiyan couldn't sit still and asked, "How do you say this?"

    Jia Cong sighed and said: "Jia Yucun was taken back to prison last night. Because he was not sincere in his confession, he was tortured to death"

    "What?"

    Jia Hui's face was the ugliest. In recent years, he relied on his position as the prefect of Jinling in Jia Yu Village to annex no less than 30,000 acres of fertile land. He was waiting to continue his efforts, but he did not expect that this God of Wealth would be tortured to death by his own people.  .

    Jia Hui was furious, stood up, pointed at Jia Cong and shouted: "Jia Cong, are you crazy? Why do you kill people? You"

    Jia Cong looked at Jia Hui. His eyes that had been kind since he entered suddenly became as cold as a knife, and he said in a cold voice: "Because the tone of that douchebag talking to me is too presumptuous!"

    Jia Hui's expression of shame and anger instantly froze on his face. Looking at Jia Cong's eyes, his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. From the deepest part of his heart, the cold reached every corner of his body. He took two steps back.  He actually sat down on the ground.

    The whole hall was dead silent!

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