Aunt Zhao crawled on the bed in the bedroom and cried, her head buried in the quilt, like an ostrich hiding from the storm in the desert.

Seeing this, Jia Huan sighed softly. It was rare to see Aunt Zhao crying so sadly. She was always a little heartless, but after two days of grievance, her heart passed.

Xiaoque, a maid who followed Jia Huan, whispered: "In the past, our monthly money in our house was only 1 yuan. Last month's monthly money was 4 yuan. This month's monthly money was paid in other houses, but we didn't. My aunt went to find the wife to judge him. She slapped the wife in the face and scolded her again."

Jia Huan frowned, slowly asked in a cold voice: "Why?"

Xiaoque said aggrievedly: "At that time, the second grandma was in. My aunt and her wife quarreled with Lai Wang's wife, and scolded the ancestors of the Wang family. The wife was angry and beat her aunt and drove her out."

"So powerful, so evil Wang Xifeng didn't scold anyone"

"Screamed." Xiaoque lowered her head and said cowardly. Like Aunt Zhao, she was always afraid of Wang Xifeng. Aunt Zhao didn't dare to question Wang Xifeng today, so she only dared to quarrel with Lai Wang's wife. This was because Lai Wang's wife had swallowed her huge sum of money for 20 taels of silver.

Jia Huan looked dark and nodded gently.

Wang Xifeng, Mrs. Wang.

He hates home fights. Very, very annoying

It is just a group of women who are full and panicked, masturbating mentally. They do not use their farts to build happiness on other people's pain.

To fight, you must have the awareness of paying the price of blood. Wang Xifeng obviously does not have this awareness.

Mrs. Wang, a self-righteous Bodhisattva, looked down at the sentient beings in the Jia family, and killed them. But remember the famous saying of the revolutionary mentor Engels: Wherever there is oppression, there is resistance.

Aunt Zhao heard Jia Huan's voice and got up. There was a very clear slap mark on her face. Her eyes were swollen and she cried: "Brother Huan, the monthly money in my room and I are 4 taels and 4 hangs. If you don't say 4 hangs, I will still be levyed this month. You said, I'll go to judge what's wrong with me or not, and that bitch of money, and that bitch actually scolded me."

The monthly money of the Jia family is usually released around the 20th of each month. In the 39th chapter of the book, when Shi Xiangyun held a crab banquet in the Grand View Garden on the 23rd, Xiren asked Ping'er why he had not released his monthly money. It was a few days late here.

Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan's monthly money are two taels each. The other 4 hangs are the monthly money of four maids, one hang each.

Jia Huan's expression was calm and he listened to Aunt Zhao's crying patiently about the entire process. No matter what, he occupied Xiao Jia Huan's body, which was indeed the support of Aunt Zhao for the rest of his life. Aunt Zhao was indeed very good to him a few days ago.

Aunt Zhao cried in front of her son, scolding Lai Wang's wife, complaining that her wife was partial to her niece, and talking timidly that Wang Xifeng was rude and gradually calmed down. She talked about supper time.

Jia Huan asked Xiaoque to go to the kitchen to pick up food and accompany Aunt Zhao to have dinner in the main hall. The candle light was bright.

Aunt Zhao snatched the meal and said worriedly: "Brother Huan, the monthly money is gone, how can you live in the future?"

Jia Huan smiled, "Mom, at worst, I can send you monthly money. I will deal with this matter. Well, I will deal with it." A cold light flashed in Jia Huan's eyes.

Since coming to the Jia Mansion, he has been passively under pressure from all parties, except for dealing with his wet nurse, Madam Zhang. But is this an illusion given to some people in the Jia Mansion that he dare not take the initiative to attack?

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

He wants to "solve" Wang Xifeng.

The news that Aunt Zhao slapped Mrs. Wang in the back house of Jia's house was a big and small news, and it soon spread.

Aunt Zhao has always been a lie, and no one sympathized with her. The news point of this matter is "Mrs. Wang hits people". This is indeed a matter of news. It is said that it was because Aunt Zhao scolded the ancestors of the Wang family, which made her madam angry.

The mainstream public opinion in the Jia Mansion believes that if such a thing happens in other mansions, it is not wrong to beat Aunt Zhao to death. After all, she is a wife, a Bodhisattva-like person, and she has only slapped her in the face.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was cooler at night. In Fengjie's courtyard, Wang Xifeng held her cheeks by the round table, drank tea, and smiled. She was in a good mood recently.

Ping'er came in from outside the door, bent down and put the things in the closet.

Wang Xifeng looked at her capable assistant and suddenly asked, "Ping'er, you can find out clearly."

Ping'er turned around and said in confusion: "What's the matter with grandma?"

Wang Xifeng glared at her with a phoenix eye and scolded, "You little hoof, just give me a careless eye. I asked you that Aunt Zhao's monthly money was deducted, what about Jia Huan's reaction?"

Ping'er laughed and felt a little helpless. She heard from Yuanyang that Jia Huan had already bribed the kitchen cook, and Lai Wang's wife "supervised" Qingwen, which was a joke in the mansion. So she thought of a way to persuade Wang Xifeng to stop.

"Grandma, it's been these days. Lai Wang's wife is watching every day, and it's time to slack off. After you have cured Jia Huan this time, he has a fearful thought in his heart. In my opinion, let Lai Wang's wife come back. Jia Huan will commit another crime, and grandma will punish him like this again. Let him be afraid."

Wang Xifeng thought so, so she followed Ping'er's advice.

At this time, Ping'er smiled bitterly, why bother to confront each other? What benefits can he get? It's just a gambler. He said, "I asked Lai Wang's wife, but Jia Huan didn't make any noise. He read as usual."

Wang Xifeng smiled with satisfaction, "This is almost the same. He has some money in his hand and is still enough to spend. I am afraid he doesn't dare to make trouble. With his wife here, he can't make trouble no matter how hard he has."

Although she removed the methods in the kitchen, she deducted the monthly money of Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan when she gave it to her monthly money. The day before yesterday, Aunt Zhao took advantage of her presence and made a fuss in front of her wife. She only replied with a few days later. Aunt Zhao looked down on herself too highly and thought that if the master was pampered, would the wife give in to her?

She has also figured out some experience now: it is most convenient to ask her wife to help rectify her. She will suppress her with righteousness. Her wife asked her to help the housekeeper, and she is also a blood relative, so she will definitely support her.

Ping'er said worriedly: "Grandma, I'm afraid he's going to be stubborn." According to her observation, Jia Huan was afraid that he was not such a fool.

Wang Xifeng took a sip of tea leisurely and proudly raised her iconic willow-leaf eyebrows, like a female tiger, "Then I'm waiting for him."

Although she was afraid of Jia Huan, she was scolded and vomited blood. Forget this matter, she didn't kill the little kid who had been born to death for several generations.

The night light is lonely.

Jia Mu went up to the house to Tanchun, and the moon was flowing down from the eaves, with trees, houses, flowers and shadows.

The waiter came in from outside the door and saw Tanchun still wandering inside the house. He whispered: "Girl, you should rest. You will go out with your sisters tomorrow."

Jia Tanchun stopped, stood at the window, looked at his close maid, and sighed, "Shishou, can the third brother do it?"

She could naturally hear the news about the matter in the Jia family. She did not sympathize with Aunt Zhao's wife when she was slapped by her wife. What she was worried about was that Sister Lian's second sister-in-law stopped Jia Huan's monthly money. What should she do

The waiter put a cloak on Tanchun, which made her look more handsome and exquisite and beautiful, and said, "Girl, isn't the third master replying?"

Tanchun smiled bitterly, and his eyes fell on the note Jia Huan wrote on her: "We must mobilize the masses and organize the masses."

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

She had never heard of what language this is. It looked extremely strange and awkward. It was just from the elegant and brisk handwriting that Jia Huan should be in a good mood when writing this passage.

The note was taken back by Cui Mo. She sent Cui Mo to give Jia Huan silver, but he confiscated it. Instead, he replied to the note to make her feel at ease. Just like she replied to a poem about Qingsong last time.

Jia Tanchun sighed long.

Hopefully, everything goes well for the third brother. Why do you always have so much suffering? Let the third brother study for a few years and get a good fortune, and then go out to establish a career.

Sister Lian Er did things too much.

Bad son, baby son

On August 30th, the sky was clear and there was no wind. Jia Huan wrote a note to Tanchun the next day.

Jia Huan’s residence on the middle road of Jia Mansion.

The not-so-spacious main hall was filled with little maids from unknown places. Some were five or six years old, seven or eight years old, all sat quietly or stood quietly. From their simple, simple and monotonous clothes, it can be seen that these little maids are low-ranking. They are not maids with good reputation and surnames in each room of the Jia family.

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

"The anger is rushing to the crown, and the rain stops when you are standing on the railing. Looking up, you whistle at the sky, your heart is fierce. Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait, your youth's head is white, and you are sad."

"During the Southern Song Dynasty, the Jin people were powerful and went south many times to kill our Han family. The heroes of the rivers and lakes fought, and for a while, the winds and clouds were surging everywhere. A large number of heroic figures emerged. The story started from Niujia Village outside Lin'an City."

Jia Huan told the little maids about Mr. Jin Yong's classic work, The Legend of the Condor Heroes. The stupid Guo Jing, the beautiful Huang Rong, the East Evil and the West Evil, and the Seven Monsters in the South. A large number of characters with distinct personalities are depicted vividly. The country's hatred and family, the long love between children, and the story is very full.

Jia Huan talked for a day before he talked about the first part of Iron Blood Danxin for a little while, but it also made the little maids listen with relish and then dissipated.

In August, a ray of setting sun shines, and the melon seeds all over the ground tell the bleakness after the excitement. Jia Huan watched the sunset at the door.

Qingwen and Ruyi swept the ground. Qingwen was straightforward and complained to Jia Huan's back: "Third Master, what are you doing? What stories are you telling them so well? You have to accompany tea and melon seeds."

Jia Huan turned around and joked: "I'm playing a big game."

However, this funny point is obviously not suitable for Qingwen and Ruyi. They were just confused. Two pairs of beautiful eyes were spinning smoothly.

Jia Huan smiled but didn't explain.

On September 6th, the holiday, Jia Huan started to tell again, and the number of people listening to the story increased to more than 40.

On September 12th, on the holiday, Jia Huan continued to tell the story. Those who came to listen to the story filled the eaves of Jia Huan's residence. They could only hear the voice of a little boy quietly.

On September 18th, on the holiday, Jia Huan continued to speak. Some of the big maids in the Jia Mansion came. For example, the waiter, Zijuan, Xueyan, Meiren, Qianxue, Si Qi, Huanhua, Jade, Caixia, etc.

On September 24th, the holiday, Jia Huan finished his talk about the 40th chapter of The Legend of the Condor Heroes in Huashan. The whole book was completed.

A piece of news suddenly spread in the Jia Mansion: the monthly money in the mansion is paid a few days later, and there are also deductions because the second grandmother Lian took out the money and placed the seals outside the mansion to earn interest.

After slowly gathering, the power of public opinion erupted violently like a volcano erupting. The mountains rush like a tsunami, as if the earth was shaking.

Caught some people off guard

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Chapter completed!