The days of studying and taking exams, day after day, passed quickly.

On the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, the ethnic studies were on holiday, and Jia Rong knew that the New Year was about to begin.

Only then did I realize that there were a lot of red silks and festive lanterns in the house, and the sisters were all wearing gorgeous winter clothes.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, every family has to visit relatives.

There are countless guests coming and going from Jia Mansion.

You held a plum appreciation party and invited familiar relatives and friends to come over.

Jia Rong went out and met many of her former friends.

The dog-legged Maolin: "Uncle, there are many Yangzhou thin horses in the building outside. You are tired from studying, why don't you go and relax."

Dog Leg No. 2: "Reading every day and relaxing every day is not too much."

Xiao Si, who used to follow him, all came to please him.

I was very irritated and pushed away on the pretext of greeting the guests.

I thought that when I became stronger, I would definitely drive these people out.

Among the guests are also people of the same age, such as Jia Baoyu, nephews of the Wang family, and even the grandson of Nan'an County Prince and the grandson of Dingcheng Hou, hereditary second-class male and Beijing camp guerrilla Xie Jing...

Representatives from all over the country were sent here, but these people either liked wine and sex, or they disdained to interact with him.

"Is it up to you to study?"

"Hey, buddy, what are you reading? Let's go out for a drink."

"I brought the dice, do you want to play two games?"

Jia Rong smiled at them one by one, socialized with them, and finally got rid of the crowd and hid in the banana forest.

He found a stone and lay down, taking a nap against the cold north wind and the smell of alcohol.

The heavy snow was falling, and the chill came over me. Half asleep and half awake, I suddenly felt itchy on my face, so I stretched out my hand to scratch it.

What he was grabbing was something warm. Jia Rong sat up like a carp and said, "Who is so bold..."

The person in front of me is not a person, but a pink little beauty. She is bright and charming, gentle and peaceful.

"Which family are you a sister from?"

He reached out and pinched her face, but she dodged it.

Before he could take a few more glances, her cheeks were red, as if someone was teasing her.

"You..."

Jia Rong wanted to say one more thing, but it was a pity that she left.

"Good sister, how can you leave after you're here?" He chased her out.

This man ran so fast and disappeared as soon as he turned the corner.

I took two more steps and bumped into Sister Yuanyang.

"Ouch..." Yuanyang covered his chest and rubbed himself, "Uncle Rong, why are you running so fast?"

He stayed at Yuanyang's chest for a few seconds, moved his eyes away, and said, "Have you seen a little girl about the same age as me?"

"Hahaha, little girl, my brother Rong, you are still young and already you miss the little girl."

"Taijun is waiting for you in the backyard. He wants you to go and recite poems against Baoyu."

Just that coward.

Just forget it.

Baoyu, haha.

He waved his hand, "I'll go back and read, and when I become famous one day, I'll go pay my respects to Taijun."

He turned around and went back, leaving Yuanyang with a proud back.

Looking at his leaving figure, Yuanyang had a different thought in his heart.

I thought: It would be great if my future husband was as arrogant as him.

On this side, Jia Rong pinched her nose, recalling the moment when she collided with the mandarin duck.

How wonderful!

……

On New Year's Eve, Jia Zhen finally appeared, smelling like rouge and gouache, it was hard to know where he came from.

Jia Rong picked up the wine glass and toasted to her father, "I wish my father a long life, a long life, and may all your wishes come true."

"Okay, okay."

When did this kid become so sensible?

Jia Rong raised her glass again and said, "I also wish my mother good health and everything goes well."

Youshi happily picked up the small wine glass and drank the glass of wine.

Jia Zheng took out a gold ingot and gave it to him as a New Year's red envelope.

Youshi gave him a set of brushes produced by famous artists, who was much more careful than Jia Zhen.

You's status here is modest, and the money you can get is not much, but you can still buy something if you want.

"Thank you father, thank you mother."

Before Jia Zhen had a few sips of wine, the ladies and concubines came over.

They surrounded Jia Zhen on the pretext of serving tea.

Yingying and Yanyan, Yan is thin and fat, so colorful, her appearance is not inferior to those of those stars.

Jia Rong said to the dark-faced Youshi: "My child has gone back to study. Mother, please be more at ease."

Youshi tried hard to maintain the peace on the surface, "You go ahead."

Jia Rong returned to the courtyard. As soon as he entered the door, he dismissed the servants who were following him and asked them to drink separately.

After everyone dispersed, he took the gold ingot and went out through the side door.

There is a New Year atmosphere everywhere. Servants who have homes go home, while servants who don’t have homes gather together to eat reunion dinner, drink Tusu wine, or play cards and gamble for money.

He walked from the yard to the corner where Jiao Da was, but he didn't meet a single servant.

Everyone on duty is too lazy to go out. The servants in the Duke's Mansion are really undisciplined. This culture must be changed.

Everyone in the house doesn't like Jiao Da because he likes to drink, and because he is prone to scolding and hitting others when he drinks.

Who would want to come here to seek bad luck during the Chinese New Year?

This just gave Jia Rong an opportunity.

"Jiao Da."

He tried his best to open his wide and hazy eyes, "Who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am, I'm here to celebrate the New Year with you."

Jia Rong sat down on the bench and said, "I remember back then, you and my grandfather went through life and death and fought tooth and nail to save my grandfather. Today I give you a toast."

Jia Rong picked up the wine bowl and drank the wine in one gulp.

Bah, these wines are far different from the liquors of later generations.

"You are... Brother Rong."

He poured himself wine, picked up the bowl and said to Jiao Da, "I wish you all these years of hard work in the government."

After hearing this, Jiao Da felt that Brother Rong was sensible and grateful.

"You...Okay, I accept your gift."

Jiao Da drank the wine in his bowl, but he didn't know that he was walking into the trap set by Jia Rong step by step.

Jia Rong said deeply and sadly: "Uncle Jiao, our government has been sorry for you these years. We can't find a mother-in-law for you, and we can't let you leave a son and a daughter. This is our fault."

Jiao Da thought of the dead Duke and felt sad for a moment, "Master, you left early. You don't know how those people bullied me."

"Don't worry, I will never let you be bullied in the future." Jia Rong continued to pour wine.

He said firmly: "I am a scholar. I read the books of sages and understand the rites of sages. I know best how to repay kindness.

Don’t worry, I will never treat you badly in the future.”

After that, he took out an ingot of gold from his arms and slapped it on the table. "This is a New Year's gift for you. Just keep it. There will be more in the future."

Jiao Dada was moved and said, "Uncle Rong, you are the best."

Jia Rong poured wine again, "Old people like you, the Duke's government has treated you badly. This year's New Year's gift is 10% less than in previous years. It really shouldn't be.

I feel sorry for you."
Chapter completed!