The ancestral hall of the Jia family was built in Changmai East Mansion. The ancestral hall was brightly lit tonight. Jia Jing and Jia Cong offered incense and sacrifices to the ancestors and the accompanying retainers one by one.
After finishing the incense, Jia Jing suddenly said in a deep voice: "Brother Cong, kneel down!"
Um?
Although Jia Cong had doubts, he still respectfully knelt on the futon in front of the altar table.
Jia Jing asked leisurely: "Do you know why I want you to kneel in front of your ancestors?"
"My nephew is stupid..."
"You're not stupid!"
Jia Jing interrupted the little fat man's modest words: "You just don't want to admit the resistance to killing in your heart!"
"Uncle, my nephew has killed a lot of people, and other people's children are not eight years old enough to kill enemies with a knife..."
Jia Cong still wanted to argue, but he heard Jia Jing sigh: "Killing the enemy is different from killing people. Do you know why the saint forced you to watch those erring palace servants being beaten to death with your own eyes? He was just warning you not to do anything. We need a woman’s kindness.”
"The Jia family has been silent for too long, and even a little old naughty slave dares to bare his teeth at the Jia family. Brother Cong, this is a war, a life-and-death war. Maybe that naughty slave is not worthy of death, but she dared to do so today. I'm baring my teeth with you, and next time I might just dare to pounce on you and bite you hard."
"You have to understand that your enemy is not just the one who fights you with a knife!"
"You are a martial artist, not a monk who shaves his head and meditates. You have to be so ruthless that others are afraid of you, so that you can live longer in this world."
"Have you seen the spiritual tablets in front of you? Each one of them fought for my Jia family in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. I let you kneel here to let you understand one thing. Why should you complain or complain? Just complain. Maybe one day someone you spared when you were soft-hearted will stab you when you are relaxed!"
"For example, this nanny of the Li family is no less of a threat to our Jia family than a group of sword-wielding soldiers. Sometimes, words kill more powerfully than soldiers."
At the end of the conversation, Jia Jing took out a ruler, walked up to the little fat man and shouted, "Stretch out your hand!"
Before the ruler was laid down, Jia Cong's palms were already aching slightly.
He obediently stretched out his palm, and with a snap, he immediately felt a burning pain in his palm.
"Do you understand?"
Jia Cong endured the pain in his palms, straightened his small body, and shouted: "My nephew understands, you must be ruthless, so ruthless that your enemies will be afraid!"
Snapped!
"No, try again!"
"Why complain and retaliate directly!"
Snapped!
"No, try again!"
"Well……"
Snapped!
"Is it even necessary to think about it?"
"But my nephew can't think of anything else!"
Snapped!
"Stupid! Remember, if you want to live a long time, you must nip danger in the cradle!"
"Nephew, remember, if you want to live a long time, you must nip danger in the cradle!"
Snapped!
hiss!
"Uncle, my nephew has already remembered it, why are you still fighting?"
"It went smoothly!"
Jia Jing took back the ruler and said with his hands behind his back: "You are the next generation of my Ningrong Jia family who has the best chance to reach the top. You shoulder the hopes of the Jia Lin family. There will be many people to protect under your wings in the future." Brother Cong, put aside the ridiculous kindness in your heart and become ruthless. As long as there are enemies standing in front of you, use the knife in your hand to destroy them. Only when you stand on the top of the mountain can you You are not qualified to talk about mercy, and then stick to the principles in your heart. Principles are bullshit in the face of war!"
"The principle is that in the face of war, it's bullshit!"
This sentence was very vulgar, but it shocked Jia Cong.
Jia Jing's words may be contrary to some of the principles and habits that Jia Cong brought from his previous life, but they are indeed the most consistent with the actual situation.
After several years of rebirth, Jia Cong has tried his best to adapt to this world that has only been depicted in movies, TV series and movies.
But some of his habits and persistence are still there
Go against the usual habits of this world.
Even the Supreme Emperor Liu Ji could see it, not to mention Jia Cong's father Jia She. It only took Jia Jing a few days to discover this, and this is how the ancestral temple taught his nephew.
When Jia Cong came to his senses, Jia Jing was gone. Only Jia Twelve stood by the stove, poking the charcoal in the stove with tongs to make the fire more intense.
"Uncle Twelve, I think I'm cruel enough. I can kill people without blinking an eye!"
Jia Twelve grinned and said: "Then today the old cunning woman insulted the Jia and Lin clan, why didn't the mistress just chop her down?"
"This is different. According to the "Daxia Law", the most she can do is to be exiled..."
"Law? If the law is useful, I don't know how many of the nobles, civil and military ministers in the capital should go to Caishikou! Believe it or not, today the mistress will throw the old cunning woman into the Shuntian Mansion Prison. In three days at most, she will be gone again." I will return to Prince Uizhong’s palace and continue to be Li’s nanny!”
I have to say that Jia Twelve, the killer, is very reasonable.
Jia Cong slapped his head and said regretfully: "I almost forgot about this. This "Da Xia Law" is as crude as a sieve, and it cannot really deter and punish certain people. It seems that I have to think about it carefully. , how to improve the "Daxia Law", after all, I am still the "Royal Cat" given by His Majesty! "
"Does the mistress intend to be the Minister of Dali Temple or the Minister of the Ministry of Punishments?"
Jia Twelve chuckled and asked, "These two alone cannot complete the Daxia Law."
"Then the chief minister of the cabinet!"
Jia Cong's bold words made Jia Twelve burst into laughter. He said disdainfully: "What can the chief minister of the cabinet do if a saint cannot do it?"
"That's not necessarily the case. I am a wise person!"
Talking about the rule of law in a feudal society is even more difficult than filling the stomachs of ordinary people.
However, Jia Cong is still somewhat confident. Although the chance of success is very slim, if a person has no dreams, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?
After all, I also want to be the number one man in Daxia, the man who controls the cat Qingtian. I will start by catching Shuoshu and turn him upside down as far as I can see!
When the innocent people shouted: "Is there still king's law? Is there still law?"
Master Yumao must be brave enough to say: "Yes!"
Qingtian Jia Cong, who specializes in killing lawless relatives and honoring relatives, I want this title!
Jia Cong, who was happily dreaming, suddenly heard a gurgling sound in his stomach. He rubbed his stomach and sighed deeply: "Oh, I should have known that I should have a full stomach before going to see my uncle. Now it's better. I have to suffer." Hungry!」.z.br>
"Hey, where can the mistress be hungry?"
Jia Twelve chuckled, stood up and bowed in front of the altar table. Then, under Jia Cong's surprised eyes, he took off the roast chicken and roast duck offered on the table, put them on two bamboo skewers and roasted them on the stove.
After the cold chicken and duck were reheated, he put a chicken leg into Jia Cong's hand, took out a pot of wine, and placed it between the two of them.
Seeing Jia Cong in a daze, Jia Twelve grinned innocently: "Eat, the ancestors won't blame us. When the old man punished the two masters to kneel in the ancestral hall, I asked the ancestors if they could fill the Jia family with offerings. The bellies of children and grandchildren..."
Hearing what Jia Twelve said, the little fat man temporarily forgot about kindness and killing. He picked up the oily chicken drumstick and bit it hard.
After a while, a chicken leg entered his belly, and he took the duck meat that Jia Twelve had torn open. It wasn't until he had finished half of the roast duck and two chicken legs that he hugged his belly and burped.
Jia Twelve smiled and handed over the wine bottle in his hand: "Here, eat a big mouthful of meat and drink a big bowl, you are a good man from the Jia family!"
Tons tons tons...
Jia Cong took the wine bottle and took a big gulp.
Hiss, ha...
"It's so spicy!"
Although this wine could not keep up with the high-quality liquor distilled in his previous life, it was already extremely spicy for the eight-year-old Jia Cong.
He felt hot in his belly, and it seemed as if fire could erupt from his throat. After a while, I was already drunk and felt dizzy.
Suddenly, he heard Jia Twelve bragging to him about the past when he followed Jia Jing and Jia She Qianqi to charge into the formation and attack Buchen...
The guard servants of Ningguo Mansion who used to patrol the area around the clan stayed away from this place tonight. Jia Twelve's boasting, Jia Cong's constant questioning, and the two's laughter spread along the wind to the corridor.
There was a table in the corridor, and two stoves silently dissipated the cold air here. Jia Jing leisurely sipped the wine in the cup, and Jia Rong, who was scalding the wine next to him, asked in confusion: "Grandpa, why don't you Why don’t you explain these truths directly to Uncle Cong?”
Jia Jing laughed, raised his wine glass and saluted the ancestral hall in sight, and then drank it in one gulp.
He then glanced at his grandson and said, "Is the truth clear? He needs to understand it by himself. Of course, you should also understand it!"
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