Chapter Eight, Good Wine.

Jia Huan angrily said, "Third sister is deliberately trying to cause trouble, she intentionally teased me and played a double reverse on me!"

Jia She and Lady Xing handed Jia Cong over to her, as long as she ensures he doesn't die, everything else...

There is another group playing tenor instruments, starting early in the morning, playing and blowing, very lively!

Jia Cong, indeed seemed very afraid.

Nowadays in the Jia family, the only person who can personally attend the birthday celebration is the first-class Rongguo Lady, Madam Shi.

If it weren't for the incident back then, or if Jia She had been more determined, the situation might have been different.

Zhao Mama's colleagues, each of them lives a glamorous life.

Jia Cong was taken aback and asked, "What do you mean?"

Jia Huan complained, "When I put on one shoe, it's reversed. When I switch feet and put on the other shoe, it's still reversed!!"

Jia Cong glanced at Jia Huan's navy blue small robe, which was paired with a golden brocade jacket and a pair of exquisite small court shoes with a thousand layers of silk on the soles. It exuded an air of luxury. He said, "Why are you unhappy? Isn't everything going well for you?"

Because on the first day of October, also known as "Cold Clothing Festival" and "Dark Yin Festival", it is the day to send cold clothing to the deceased ancestors.

Among them, it includes many wet nurses in the Jia Family.

It's like I've been unlucky for eight generations to have encountered such a jinx like you...

In front of the black oil gate, there is a long line of carriages, sedan chairs, mules, and horses, stretching out for two li.

Without waiting for him to hesitate for long, Zhao Mama walked quickly towards him with a "deng deng deng" sound, pulled Jia Cong aside, and saw the wine jar on the table, her face becoming even more gloomy.

Jia Huan gave a sneer and said, "Let my mother carry it and throw it at Third Sister's doorstep. We don't care! Am I, Jia Huan, a master who lacks shoes to wear?"

Don't even dare to urinate, look at your appearance, are you the master's command!

This day is not quite suitable for celebrating a birthday.

Therefore, early in the morning, the Prince of Nan'an County, the Prince of Dongping County, the Prince of Xining County, and the Prince of Beijing County, as well as the six Dukes' mansions including the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, and the eight Marquis' mansions including the Marquis of Zhongjing's mansion, all sent people to deliver birthday gifts with name cards.

Unfortunately ... ....

Some couldn't wait any longer and finally said: "If you still want to get beaten, just keep doing it! Let the master and his wife know that you stole alcohol, and see how many lives you have left? Bah! You despicable person!"

According to reason, with Zhao Mama's identity, even if she doesn't call Jia Cong "Third Master", she should at least address him as "Brother".

The nanny of others' families, today can have a good outcome, and can also get some silver coins to enjoy a drink.

But she didn't address me directly as "you" at all.

Jia She, as the heir of the Rongguo Duke, was appointed as a first-class General of Divine Might. In terms of rank, he was a genuine first-rank military officer.

The meaning of "老爷的生儿?" is unclear without additional context.

As you wish.

Jia Huan pouted and said, "It was quite boring earlier. I came to find you to have some fun. Besides, it's still early. Jia Cong, why don't you perform a magic trick for me again? I'm not in a good mood today..."

A slender figure appeared at the door. Jia Cong seemed to be greatly frightened and let out a cry, his face turning pale.

Those noble and privileged individuals did not come to pay their respects.

At this moment, I smell a scent of wine that I have never smelled before, and the broken mood seems to have improved a bit.

Okay! At such a young age, you've already learned how to drink! Did you get beaten up for no reason the other day?

The young lady who was breastfed, even when she grew up, was still respectfully called "Mom" and supported.

It's just that... he would rather not afford to enjoy it.

Jia Cong's face changed slightly when he heard the words, but in the blink of an eye, it returned to normal. He said, "Wasn't I asking you to help me buy some healing wine? It's not like I didn't give you money. Don't worry, after this is over, you will be rewarded greatly. You can go now."

Just at this moment, she suddenly caught a whiff of an enticing wine aroma, which rushed into her nose...

In the Jia Family, he was the least favored among all the young masters and misses, and his status was even lower than some of the servants.

Today is the first day of October, and it is the birthday of Jia She, the master of Rongguo Mansion.

Jia Cong "shrunk" his shoulders in fear, seeming to hesitate whether to speak or not, and how to speak.

After a long scolding, Zhao Mama felt parched and tongue-tied. Seeing that Jia Cong remained completely unresponsive and stood there dumbly, she felt even more puzzled and resentful, and wanted to scold him again.

After all, the blessings left by the ancestors of the Jia family to future generations are truly abundant.

Jia Cong was really caught up by him...

Jia Cong is writing with a suspended pen. He looked at the incoming person, frowned slightly, and said, "Jia Huan, why are you here?"

She was seen to be tall and slender, looking to be around forty years old, with high cheekbones on her face and a gloomy look in her big eyes, giving her a somewhat frightening appearance.

The person who came was Jia Cong's wet nurse, and also the only servant girl who had "served" him in the Jia family.

They had already discussed important matters and rehearsed many times.

Jia Lian had already arranged for two opera troupes, one for the gentlemen in the front hall and the other for the ladies in the inner chambers.

I became irrelevant!

Madam Zhao no longer had the heart to scold Jia Cong to vent her anger. She turned and picked up the wine jar, took a look but couldn't tell what kind of wine it was. She had never tasted such a sweet and fragrant wine before.

Only Zhao Mayi, in the world of wet nurses, lived the most miserable life.

Although Jia She was known for his integrity and uprightness, he did not engage in power struggles or vie for any real power, nor did he care to do so.

Jia Huan stopped being verbose, shrugged his shoulders, and left with a wobbly gait.

Jia Cong, Jia Cong!

Madam Zhao seemed to laugh in anger, and sharply said, "What does the young master's birth have to do with you?"

Even though Jia Cong had long planned for this, at this moment, it still sounded harsh and oppressive.

Okay, you can go. After finishing today's work, I will teach you magic tricks later.

Outside the artificial mountain behind the ceremonial gate, a burst of unpleasant screams could be heard.

Jia Cong curiously asked, "What about those shoes?"

In previous years, you could still go and kowtow, but this year, Madam has already ordered early on that you are not allowed to approach, lest you ruin the master's mood.

Jia Cong looked outside at the sky, estimated the time, and said.

One of the three major ghost festivals in China.

How could she not hate?

Jia Cong couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Without waiting for Jia Cong to ask again, he said, "My mother knew that Sanjie made a pair of shoes for Bao Yu, so she asked why she didn't make a pair for me? She asked who is really her own flesh and blood? And now, Sanjie sent a pair of shoes to me through a servant today. But guess what happened?"

I think it's because the lady of the house is afraid that you will dirty their floor!

Today, the members of the Jia family all came to congratulate the venerable Lord Jia She on his birthday.

However, that's just about it.

There was a slight reaction, and his expression suddenly became strange. He said, "Jia Huan, are you saying that when you put on a shoe with one foot and find that it's on the wrong foot, you then put on the other shoe with the other foot, and it's also on the wrong foot?"

Another "藏" character, and it can be seen that she has a deep contempt and disdain for Jia Cong.

Jia Cong said hesitantly, "Aunt Zhao, today is the master's birthday. Jia Huan gave me a jar of good wine..."

After a moment of silence, Jia Cong asked again, "Did you see your third sister today?"

Jia Cong said: "What's the matter?"

Pa pa!

Crackling!

Seeing this, Zhao Mama did not look pleased at all. She frowned and asked in a low voice, "What are you hiding?"

Only this year, it is Jia She's fiftieth birthday.

The more luxurious the mansion, the more emphasis is placed on face.

Today is very important.

Jia Cong: "..."

Jia Cong has been disciplined and beaten several times, all of which were taken care of by this nanny.

Even Jia Huan's wet nurse, Zhang Ma Ma, is present, but Zhao Ma Ma is the only one missing.

However, the status of the Jia family still remained, as the color of the double-gong door frame had not completely faded away.

Not worried about being few, but worried about being unequal, this kind of pent-up frustration has nowhere to vent, and it's easy to imagine the treatment of Jia Cong.

Jia Huan immediately hung his head in despair, rubbing his ears...

Jia Huan saw that Jia Cong's expression was not playful and muttered, "You are becoming more and more boring. The other day, you made me run errands, buying alcohol and medicine for you. Why don't you hurry up and teach me some tricks to get rich..."

Jia Huan said angrily, "What's so good about it? It really infuriated me today, and it also infuriated my mother."

Watching the departing figure of Zhao Mama, Jia Cong slowly lifted his head, his gaze calm and steady...

Having said that, he hurriedly left with the wine.

Raise the wine jar and give it a shake, then a "bang" was heard, and the door that had just been closed suddenly opened.

Madam Zhao scolded sternly.

Therefore, on the previous day, everyone had already sent warmth to their ancestors in the ancestral hall...

With Jia Tanchun's hot temper, she may be able to tolerate Zhao Yiniang, but she will never swallow her anger when facing her mischievous younger brother.

A series of sharp and sarcastic, even humiliating, insults came out of her mouth.

Opening the lid of the wine jar, he took out a paper package from his bosom, opened it, poured some powdered substance into the wine jar, and then hid the paper package in his bosom.

No one inside had a chance to respond before the door was pushed open with a loud "bang".

A small figure darted into the room.

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Both shoes are reversed, only these two can come up with such an idea.

She is already an excellent drinker, and whenever she feels down, she tends to indulge in alcohol.

In the golden October, the sweet osmanthus fragrance fills the air, and firecrackers crackle incessantly.

So much so that his frail body was trembling slightly...

However, the wet nurse is actually one of the most highly regarded servants in the Jia Family.

So Zhao Ma Ma is the person whom Jia Cong once feared the most.

Today is Jia She's birthday. In addition to inviting the young masters from the two mansions, a separate feast will be held, inviting many distinguished servants to join the celebration.

... ....

Jia Huan was still angry, his face turning red with anger. Perhaps he felt insulted and despised in terms of his character...

After Jia Huan left, Jia Cong closed the door, let out a sigh of relief, and walked to the edge of the bed. He lifted the bedsheet and took out a small wine jar from under the bed.

Madam Zhao felt that her face was completely lost...

However, interestingly enough, in previous years, Jia She also celebrated his birthday, but usually chose to celebrate a few days earlier or a day later.