Jia Cong walked into the yard wearing an official robe. The two black hats that were spotless when they left home were spotless. Because the environment in the capital was harsh, there were already dust. The soapy boots were still clean. Xiangling came in and took off her hat and offered it to the table. Qingwen wanted to take off her sixth-grade erotic silk official uniform. Jia Cong waved his hand: "No need, I'll take it off later."

Seeing that he showed his hair tied upwards, Qingwen muttered a few words, Ying'er fed water to clean it, Jia Cong wiped his face casually, Qingwen whispered to Ying'er while hanging a scarf: "I'm not happy, several things have happened."

"Where is Sun Fu? Where is your grandma?" Jia Cong's face looked a little unfair.

"Oh... Sun Fu didn't go with his master today. The master asked him to go to the suburbs of the city with a few people from the East Road to see the land." Qingwen turned around and said.

"Look at the ground?" Jia Cong's face turned dark: "What are you looking at? At this time, there was no village in the East Mansion. Didn't those dozen or so before be in Heishan Village, Liaodong?"

Wu Jinxiao came to Beijing to deliver things, and it took several months to go back and forth, and he needed to leave the customs. Wu Jinxiao was originally a village head in the East Mansion. Many villages in the West Mansion were almost next to each other. Therefore, many of the food and wealth sects in the Jia Mansion were actually in Heishan, Liaoning. Of course, it is not ruled out that there are land in the suburbs of Beijing, but every inch of land in the suburbs of Beijing can only be a small amount.

"You are busy with official duties and don't know these things." Qingwen held Jia Cong's shoulders and kneaded: "You have become a Jinshi master. For about a month, neighbors, people who have relatives, especially some slaves, are originally civil servants, and they have to pay taxes. They all invested their land in your name. During the holidays, they were filial to the master for some money, and the master agreed immediately..."

When Jia Cong heard this, he was so angry that he almost slapped the table. He was still very determined and said in extreme low voice: "How many acres are there? Why didn't you say it earlier? Are you all dead? What's the use of me raising you?"

This was the first time that the three girls heard Jia Cong speak so heavily, especially Ying'er. The scene was extremely quiet. Ying'er stopped holding the water to the threshold, and was in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

Xiangling was the first to kneel down, and Qingwen didn't have the intention to make fun of her. Lin Hongyu only watered flowers outside the window, pretending to be invisible.

Qingwen loosened her hands when she served him, Jia Cong slapped the table hard, and her cup jumped, and the purple clay teapot actually rolled down. The warm water soaked Xiangling's green skirt. Jia Cong sneered: "Do you still pretend to be dead?"

Qingwen lowered her eyebrows and said, "I don't know, I thought it was a trivial matter. They all said that Juren and Jinshi would have self-cultivated farmers to join the land."

Jia Cong looked at Ying'er coldly, Ying'er hurriedly said, "Grandma went to the second wife's room, Uncle Xue beat someone to death, and grandma knew about it. News came early in the morning that my uncle passed away in Shunyi... The second wife felt heartache, and grandma ordered someone to take the medicine and it went..."

After saying that, Ying'er ran away. Jia Cong looked at Qingwen's hands with uneasy appearance and said lightly: "Whenever there is something, can you say it? Can you say it? Whose relatives are they?"

"Wang Shanbao's family has several rooms." Qingwen tilted her head and wanted to leave: "He will come back later, please ask him."

At this time, there was Sun Fu, Long Aotian and Lin Hongyu talking outside the door, but he didn't dare to come in. Jia Cong said, "Qingwen, don't keep your nails so long in the future. If you take my words as wind in your ears, no one can think of living a good life!"

Qingwen wiped her tears in grievance, threw the curtain away, and Jia Cong pretended that she couldn't see it, and shouted coldly: "Sun Fu, get in!"

Sun Fu knelt outside the inner door and touched the account book in his arms: "Mr. Cong, this is the account, there are four or five hundred acres, and the small ones dare not hide it..."

Jia Cong got up and walked over, took the account book, and didn't look at it, and shook Sun Fu's face: "I'm giving you a shame, right? I'll give you dozens of taels from time to time, do you think it's too little? I'm better than you! The dog will at least snort! You carry me to make money without a sound? It's so stupid to think I'm the second master over there? I'll enter the government office the next day, are you going to fool me, the second black hat? Ah?"

Sun Fu could only see the tip of his master's boots, and he did not fall. The brick and stone floor was stained with blood on his forehead. "I dare not! The eldest master is my father... I think about it, and Master Cong can't refuse to obey his words..."

"These are two different things!" Jia Cong roared: "You are deaf? I mean you have to go back to me first! Go down! Let Long Aotian come in!"

Xiangling also took the opportunity to run out in advance, and the maid in the room whispered outside the door with lingering fear.

Long Aotian came in and knelt down again. Jia Cong roared so hard that his voice was hoarse. He wanted to drink tea to moisten his tongue, but found that the teapot was poured down. Lin Hongyu was still brave. He came in to serve tea and pour water. Jia Cong panted: "Did Sun Fu have any abnormal behavior?"

"My Lord, no, I'm going to protect my life." Long Aotian patted his chest and said.

Jia Cong pondered silently. Dashun was not the former Ming Dynasty. He was all gentry and took part in the job. If he continued to merge land, what would he be accused of giving himself a crime? Jia Cong's murderous intent towards Jia She became increasingly strong.

However, in feudal society, not to mention that a son kills his father, even if his son sues his parents or grandparents, it is a serious crime and violates etiquette. Therefore, unless you miss this, Jia Cong cannot do it, otherwise he will destroy the Great Wall himself.

Furthermore, when Wang Ziteng died, the disciples and factions of the four major families would definitely fall and scatter, and everyone would push them. In political struggles, others would want to punish them. Wang Ziteng supported the King of Qin again. Now that he has fallen, the memorials of King Yu and Prince Zhongshun impeached him and his factions. It is conceivable that how could the Jia family commit crimes against the wind at this time! What's more, Jia Zheng probably had already taken the Zhen family's stolen silver!

Sad to his misfortune and angered his failure to fight.

"Next time, Sun Fu, don't think about living! Sweep the ground before leaving!" Jia Cong still did not execute Sun Fu, after all, this person was easy to use.

"What's wrong?" Xue Baochai felt something was wrong as soon as she entered the door. In addition, there were people moving furniture in the aisle.

Xue Baochai came in to clean up the cup and plate. There were clearly signs of redness and swollen eyes. Jia Cong saw Duohuozeng bringing people to move the bed frame in. When they went out, he was speechless for a while. Xue Baochai wanted to speak but stopped. It took a long time to say: "Brother has entered the Heavenly Prison of the Ministry of Justice and has a preliminary trial. I want to beg you..."

"What do you ask me to ask?" Jia Congran: "At this time, even if I kneel down to Captain Qiu, your brother will not be able to survive. He wants to die..."

Putting down the teacup, Jia Cong went to the study by himself.

Xue Baochai's face turned pale, and her body shook, and was held by Ying'er. "Ying'er, hurry up, change me to the sixth-rank Anren's life-saving wife."

On this day, Jia Cong's yard was very quiet. He was quietly watching the Four Books and Five Classics under the study window. The Hanlin Academy took regular exams and could not get rid of the spell of the eight-legged essay. After about half an hour, Xue Baochai was dressed in a big dress, came in without saying a word, and knelt down.

Jia Cong turned a blind eye.

Outside the door and the window, Qingwen, Xiangling, Ying'er, and the girls were all kneeling down on the steps.

Sun Fu, Long Aotian, Duohun Chong and others were kneeling outside the second gate.

Half an hour later, Jia Cong still turned a blind eye to the things outside the window and focused on reading the books of sages.
Chapter completed!