The news that Jia Cong failed the provincial examination was also spread in the Jia family. The news was calm. The tribe members who had high expectations might be a little disappointed, but they would not regret it to the extent that it was common for them to fail the provincial examination.

However, his "child prodigy" and "blessing with spirit" gradually faded.

When Mrs. Jia and Mrs. Wang heard about this, she would probably say "Oh, read it carefully."

...

On the east road, there were food in the main hall. The master's house was full of masters. Jia She, Mrs. Xing, Jia Lian, Wang Xifeng, Jia Cong entered, Ping'er, Jia Hong, Qiutong, Qingwen, Xiaohong and other girls served at the door.

"A nine-year-old scholar, this is a talent. When your late brother Zhu was admitted to the post, he was already fourteen. It is reasonable to not pass the imperial examination. He took the exam a few more times and he was tempered. How could the imperial examination be so easy to leave? Right?"

Jia She, the main seat, said in a very angrily manner. He sat against Mrs. Xing, and Jia Lian, and Wang Xifeng did not sit down to eat. They served the two elders, put chopsticks and cloth, and waited for Mrs. Xing to say "Eat together", and the couple took the seat, and Jia Cong sat the last one.

The main hall was dimly lit, and the door leading to the outside was filled with a large orangutan curtain felt, and Jiaohong pointed a gauze lamp next to it.

After hearing Jia She's words, Mrs. Xing responded with a smile. Her weight is probably as big as Wang Xifeng and Jia Cong. She is so big that she is unmarried. The two couples who have been married for many years can talk about it during the meal.

Mrs. Xing thought about the money turnover and said, "Master, it's a waste of money to study for Cong'er. Last year to the Mid-Autumn Festival this August, all kinds of people took out more than 1,300 taels, but there were several houses and a few acres of land. I don't understand these things in the provincial examination, but I will continue to practice like this..."

She also complained in her heart that as a legitimate mother, she could not ignore it, but Jia She wasted too much, and she wasted at banquets, watching operas, listening to music, and having a wife. She could not get the big head.

Wang Xifeng's eyes turned, she sneered in her heart, but she felt helpless and didn't say anything.

When Jia Lian heard that it was involved in money, his ears stood up.

The dining scene where the big houses gather together was in the blend of memories of Jia Cong's impression of the Red Chamber and part of his memory. It was probably moved back from Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng, and Jia Cong made progress and started slowly.

Jia Cong didn't speak like a good boy.

Jia She thought about his own money for the first time for the first time, just like selling Jia Yingchun for 5,000 taels of silver. This value seems to be quite low, but it is not worth the price of a famous brand girl in Qinhuai River worth hundreds of thousands of yuan.

The source of income of the master is undoubtedly the clan Zhuangtun, and the second is the salary and rewards paid by Guanglu Temple or the Ministry of Revenue. In fact, it is just a symbol, because he has a first-class general title, so he can only be considered a small head.

For example, grandmas, Li Wan’s financial life is the best. Jia Mu is the decision because she is orphan and widowed, and there are more than 500 taels a year (data comes from the original work).

Jia She is also fixed, and tens of thousands a year is a small matter.

Jia Cong unconsciously remembered the scene in the Red Mansion: Many masters ate green rice at the beginning. Green rice was tribute rice, but it was 70 or 80 times, and they couldn't afford it. For this reason, should they not be able to manage the land? Or did the imperial court take it back?

"Cong'er's account has always been calculated here. You don't have to calculate it anymore. You can directly dial it from my banknote in the future. I'll call Jiaohong to send it." Jia She felt something was wrong.

Without my hand, how could I still be greedy? Mrs. Xing felt a bitter heart, but she smiled on her face, "Yes, yes."

Jia Cong wanted to laugh when he heard this, so he pretended to be choked, and turned his head and coughed dryly. Qingwen came in with the bowl, aimed at Jia Cong's mouth, and blinked mischievously.

Wang Xifeng chewed it slowly and didn't eat much. She didn't want to eat it anymore because she was angry. She wiped the corner of her mouth and picked up food for Jia Cong like a virtuous young wife. Jia Cong replied, "Thank you sister-in-law." Wang Xifeng said in a harmonious voice: "Master, madam, brother Cong's hometown examination has gone wrong. I walked around from the second wife. The second wife's residence report will not cause any trouble to brother Cong himself?"

Jia Cong suddenly stared at Wang Xifeng for a moment. Looking at her expression and demeanor, she was indeed a little worried. How could her sister-in-law be so kind?

"He should not be implicated. Cong'er is the victim. It's someone else's business that others quarrel." Jia She obviously doesn't care about this matter.

Jia Cong was safe and sound in this matter. He was not out of line and was always within the rules of the game. Zhu Juan misjudged and he issued a printing manuscript widely. This is what every victim candidate would do.

As for the quarrel between the big men in the court, the situation was very clear: this matter is just an introduction, they just quarrel for their own interests and responsibilities. Is it really unfair for Jia Cong? Sorry, they don’t have that kindness.

The civil servant has a pen and a sense of smell. He likes to do this most. He starts from a irrelevant matter and shows his own insights at a glance.

Jia Cong had thought of visiting Qian Xihong and made an open announcement, but the Ministry of Rites had already investigated and the initiative was not in his hands.

Qian Xihong's "misjudgment" misunderstood the "Buddha Time" and "Zhenguan". It is estimated that only he himself knows the best whether he deliberately or not familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics.

Jia Cong guessed that Qian Xihong forgot the annotations of the Four Books and Five Classics. This situation is really not unusual. There are real cases in history. After all, if it weren’t for the self-righteous misunderstanding, the examiner wouldn’t have joked about his own life. Is there anyone instructing Qian Xihong behind it?

As if nothing had happened, he rinsed his mouth with the tea handed over by Qingwen, spit it into the bowl, then washed his hands from the autumn tung basin and wiped it dry. Jia Cong's light still saw Wang Xifeng's slight fear and fear.

Could it be Wang Xifeng?

Jia Cong remembers that in the Red Chamber, the Censor of Xicheng listened to Wang Xifeng's words very much, which was nothing more than Wang Ziteng's reason.

Wang Xifeng intervened in this matter and took revenge on him, which was not entirely a flaw. Even if the emperor gave the questions to the Zhili provincial examination, the main blame was the examiner. Qian Xihong thought he had found the wrong thing, but in fact he was looking for the wrong thing. However, did Qian Xihong dare to bite Wang Xifeng out?

This woman's wisdom is best at family matters. If it involves the officialdom, there will be flaws. Even if she has the power of her parents, it will be beyond the reach. Wang Xifeng plots against You Erjie, and treats Zhang Hua and others, and they all bury landmines for herself, leaving many traces.

She can't do it in the officialdom.

Although there is no evidence, Jia Cong vaguely affirmed that this woman did not do good things. This person has never done anything good except helping Liu Laolao and Xing Xiuyan.

"You are so cruel to me, don't blame me for being cruel to you tomorrow. If you are really smart, you won't even listen to Qin Keqing's ancestral tomb." Jia Cong said intimately: "I will definitely make you regret it."

...

Wang Xifeng went back to her yard and leaned against the bed toss and turned. After receiving the news these days, she was really unable to sleep or eat. What if Qian Xihong bit herself?

Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and after thinking about it, she ordered Ping'er, "Come to Master Wen, come and write a book to my uncle, but you're confessing. Didn't Qian Xihong go to the Heavenly Prison of the Ministry of Justice? She can only ask her uncle to use his connections and take him..."

As she said that, a hint of ruthlessness appeared in her eyes.
Chapter completed!