Aunt Zhao was crawling and crying on the bed in her bedroom, her head buried in the quilt, like an ostrich hiding from a storm in the desert.

Seeing this, Jia Huan sighed softly. It is rare to see Aunt Zhao crying so sadly. She has always been a little heartless, and after being wronged, her heart passed in two days.

The big girl who came in behind Jia Huan whispered: "In the past, the monthly money in our house was only deducted 1 hanging. Last month, the monthly money was 4 hangs shorter. This month's monthly money has been distributed in other houses, but not in our house. My aunt went to my wife to comment. Slapped his wife. I also scolded once. ”

Jia Huan's brows furrowed, and slowly, coldly, asked in a cold voice, "Why?" ”

Xiao Que said aggrievedly: "The second grandmother was here at that time. The aunt and the second grandmother's roommate, Laiwang's daughter-in-law, quarreled a few words and scolded the ancestors of the Wang family. The wife got angry and beat her aunt and kicked her out. ”

"So majestic, so evil! Wang Xifeng didn't scold? ”

"Scolded." Xiao Que lowered his head and said cowardly. Like Aunt Zhao, she has always been afraid of Wang Xifeng. Aunt Zhao didn't dare to question Wang Xifeng today, so she only dared to quarrel with Laiwang's daughter-in-law. This is still because the daughter-in-law who came to Wang swallowed her a huge sum of 20 taels of silver before.

Jia Huan grimaced and nodded lightly.

Wang Xifeng, Mrs. Wang.

He hates house fights. Very, very annoying!

It's a group of panicked women who are full of food and support themselves mentally masturbating. It's useless! Build your happiness on the pain of others.

If you want to fight, you must have the consciousness to pay a bloody price. And Wang Xifeng obviously doesn't have this awareness!

Mrs. Wang, who thinks she is a bodhisattva from above, looks down on the living beings in Jiafu, killing and taking away the gifts. But remember the famous words of the revolutionary teacher Engels: where there is oppression, there is resistance!

When Aunt Zhao heard Jia Huan's voice, she got up, there was a very clear slap mark on her face, her eyes were red and swollen, and she cried: "Brother Huan, the monthly money in my room and you is only 4 taels and 4 hanging money, not to mention the deduction of 4 hanging money, and it will not be deducted this month." You say, what's wrong with me judging it? What's wrong? Laiwang's daughter-in-law, that slut, actually scolded me..."

The monthly money of Jiafu is usually put around the twentieth of each month. In the 39th chapter of the book, when Shi Xiangyun held a crab banquet in Daguan Garden on the 23rd, he asked Ping'er why he didn't let go of his monthly money. It's a few days late here.

Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan's monthly money is two taels each. The other 4 hanging money is the monthly money of 4 big girls. One hang each.

Jia Huan's expression was calm, and he patiently listened to Aunt Zhao's crying throughout the process. No matter what, he occupies Xiao Jiahuan's body, and he is indeed Aunt Zhao's reliance for the rest of her life. Aunt Zhao was really good to him a few days ago.

Aunt Zhao cried in front of her son, scolded Laiwang's daughter-in-law, complained that his wife was partial to her niece, and timidly talked about Wang Xifeng's black heart, and her mood gradually calmed down. It's time for dinner.

Jia Huan asked Xiao Que to go to the kitchen to bring food over and accompany Aunt Zhao to eat in the hall. The light of the candle is bright.

Aunt Zhao picked up the food and said worriedly: "Brother Huan'er, the monthly money is gone, how will you live in the future?" ”

Jia Huan smiled, "Mother, it's a big deal that I'll send you monthly money." I'll take care of that. Well, I'll take care of it! A hint of coldness flashed in Jia Huan's eyes.

Since he came to Jiafu, he has been passively under pressure from all sides, except for dealing with his nurse Mama Zhang, who is active. But does this give some people in Jiafu the illusion that he does not dare to take the initiative?

He was not interested in continuing to fight with Wang Xifeng. Layout, waiting for the harvest, too slow, too slow!

He wants to "solve" Wang Xifeng.

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The fact that Aunt Zhao slapped Mrs. Wang was a big news in the back house of Jiafu, and it spread quickly.

Aunt Zhao has always been dead, and no one sympathizes with her. The news point of this incident is "Mrs. Wang started beating people". This is indeed news. It is said that it was because Aunt Zhao scolded the ancestors of the Wang family, which made Taiji angry.

The mainstream public opinion in Jiafu believes that if something like this happens in other mansions, even if Aunt Zhao is beaten to death, it is not wrong. In the end, it is a wife, a bodhisattva-like person, and it is even if it is exposed with only one slap.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the nights are cooler. In Sister Feng's courtyard, Wang Xifeng was holding her cheeks at the round table, drinking tea, and smiling. She's been in a good mood lately.

Ping'er came in through the door, bent down and put her things away in the closet.

Wang Xifeng looked at her right-hand man, and suddenly asked, "Ping'er, can you inquire clearly?" ”

Ping'er turned around and said confusedly, "Grandma, what's the matter?" ”

Wang Xifengfeng glared at her, and scolded with a smile: "You little hoof, give me a sloppy look." Let me ask you, Aunt Zhao's monthly money was deducted, what is Jia Huan's reaction? ”

Ping'er laughed, feeling a little helpless. She heard the news from the mandarin duck: Jia Huan has bought all the cooks in the kitchen, and Laiwang's daughter-in-law "supervises" Qingwen, which is a joke in the house. thought of a way to persuade Wang Xifeng to stop.

"Grandma, it's all these days. Laiwang's daughter-in-law stares at that point every day, and it is time to slack off. You treated Jia Huan this time, and he had a fearful thought in his heart. In my opinion, let Laiwang's daughter-in-law come back. Jia Huan committed it again, and grandma punished him like this again. Let him be afraid. ”

Wang Xifeng thought about it, so he listened to Ping'er's suggestion.

At this time, Ping'er smiled bitterly in her heart, why bother, if you have to go-for-tat, what benefits can you get, it's just a gamble. said: "I asked Laiwang's daughter-in-law, but Jia Huan didn't make any moves. Read as usual. ”

Wang Xifeng smiled with satisfaction, "It's pretty much the same." He had enough money in his hand to spend. I'm afraid I don't dare to make trouble. With his wife here, he can't afford to make waves! ”

She removed the kitchen though. But when she released the monthly money in August, she deducted Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan's monthly money. The day before yesterday, Aunt Zhao took advantage of her and made a fuss in front of her wife. She only replied, "It's only a few days later" and coped with it. Aunt Zhao also thinks too highly of herself, thinking that with the favor of the master, will the wife let her?

She has also figured out a little experience now: it is most convenient to deal with Jia Huan and ask his wife to help rectify it. Pressed down with righteousness. Mrs. asked her to help the housekeeper, and she was a blood relative, so she would definitely support her.

Ping'er said worriedly: "Grandma, I'm afraid that he will hold back." Based on her observations, Jia Huan is afraid that he is not such a foolish person.

Wang Xifeng took a sip of tea leisurely, and proudly raised her signature willow eyebrows, like a female tiger, "Then I'll wait for him." ”

Although she was afraid of Jia Huan, she came back and vomited a mouthful of blood when she was scolded, can this matter be so frivolous? Look at her not killing that little kid born to slaves for generations!

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The night light is lonely.

Jia's mother went to the room to explore the spring residence, and the moon flowed down from the eaves, trees, houses, and flowers, and the shadows were full of shadows.

The waiter came in from outside the door, and saw that Tanchun was still wandering in the house, and persuaded softly: "Girl, you should rest." I'm going out with my sisters tomorrow. ”

Jia Tanchun stopped, stood at the window, looked at his personal maid, and sighed, "Serving the book, can the third brother do it?" ”

She could naturally hear the news about the affairs in Jiafu. She didn't sympathize with Aunt Zhao for being slapped by his wife. What she is worried about is that Lian's second sister-in-law will stop Jia Huan's monthly money, what should she do?

The waiter put on a cloak for Tanchun, which made her even more handsome and delicately beautiful, and said, "Girl, didn't the third master reply?" ”

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Tanchun's mouth, and her eyes fell on the note on which Jia Huan wrote her on the desk: "We must mobilize the masses and organize the masses." ”

She knew every word on the note, but she couldn't understand the meaning of the combination.

What language style is this? She had never heard of it. It looks unusually weird and awkward. It's just that from the elegant, brisk handwriting, it can be seen that Jia Huan should be in a good mood when he writes this paragraph.

The note was brought back by Cui Mo. She sent Cui Mo to deliver silver to Jia Huan, but he confiscated it. Instead, he replied to the note to reassure her. It's like the last time I gave her a green pine poem.

Jia Tanchun let out a long sigh.

Hopefully, the third brother will do the best! Why is there always so much suffering? Let the third brother study for a few years with peace of mind to make a name for himself, and then go out to make a career?

Lian's second sister-in-law did too much.

Son, son!

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On August 30, the weather was sunny and windless. The day after Jia Huan wrote a note to Tanchun.

Jiafu Middle Road, Jiahuan's residence.

The not very spacious hall was crowded with little maids who didn't know where they came from, some were five or six years old, some were seven or eight years old, all sitting quietly or standing. From their simple, simple, and monotonous clothes, it can be seen that these little maids have a low status. It is not that there are maids with heads and faces, names and surnames in the rooms of Jiafu.

In the middle of the hall, Jia Huan was sitting behind a table, holding a book in his hand, telling a story.

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. ”

"During the Southern Song Dynasty, the Jin people were powerful, and they repeatedly went south to kill my Han family's sons. The heroes of the rivers and lakes rose up to fight, and for a time there were storms in various places. A large number of heroes have emerged. The story begins in Niujia Village, outside Lin'an City. ”

Jia Huan told the little maids about Mr. Jin Yong's classic "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". Silly Guo Jing, pretty Huang Rong, East Evil and West Poison, Jiangnan Seven Monsters. A large number of characters with distinct personalities are portrayed vividly. The country is hated by the family, the love of children is long, and the story is very full.

Jia Huan talked for a day, and only then did he tell half of the first iron-blooded Danxin, but it also made the little maids listen to it with relish, and then dispersed.

In August, a touch of the slanting sun shines, and the melon seed shells all over the ground tell the bleak after the excitement. Jia Huan watched the sunset at the door.

Qingwen and Ruyi swept the floor. Qingwen was straightforward, and complained to Jia Huan's back: "Third master, what are you doing, tell them a good story, and accompany tea and melon seeds." ”

Jia Huan turned around and joked, "I'm playing a big game of chess." ”

But this joke. Obviously not suitable for Qingwen and Ruyi. The two were just confused. Two pairs of beautiful eyes were spinning.

Jia Huan smiled and didn't explain.

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On September 6, a rest day, Jia Huan started to speak again, and the number of people listening to the story increased to more than 40.

On September 12, a rest day, Jia Huan continued to speak, and the people who came to listen to the story filled the eaves of Jia Huan's residence. Quietly, only the voice of a little boy was heard.

On September 18, a rest day, Jia Huan continued to speak. Some of the big girls in Jiafu are here. Such as: Waiter, Purple Juan, Snow Goose, Charming, Qianxue, Siqi, Into the Painting, Jade, Caixia, etc.

On September 24, a rest day, Jia Huan finished the 40th Huashan Sword Discussion of Condor Shooting. End of book.

A piece of news suddenly circulated in Jia's mansion: the monthly money in the mansion had to be issued a few days later every time, and there were deductions, because Lian's second grandmother took out the silver and put the money outside the mansion to eat interest.

After slowly gathering the power of public opinion, it erupted violently like a volcanic eruption. The mountains surged like a tsunami, as if the earth was shaking.

Caught some people off guard!