Chapter 12: The Mother's Displeasure

However, no matter what, he is her grandson, and it can be considered a good thing. Thinking of these, the old matriarch of the Jia household's face relaxed a bit: "Since this is the case, you should study hard and don't let down the nobleman's appreciation."

This sentence was a bit brainless, not knowing whether it was an exhortation to Jia Zheng or a hint to Jia Cong.

The shrewd and transparent people in the hall like Wang Wang Xifeng and Seeing Tan Chun knew that the old matriarch ultimately disliked this grandson and didn't even want to say a word of positive face to him.

Although the old matriarch of the Jia household was a bit cold, it was ultimately a knot in her heart for many years, and there was always no malice.

Others in the Rongqing Hall saw Jia Cong at such a young age and had such an outstanding move. At this moment, the eyes looking at him were more kind, and only one person had a gloomy face.

Lady Xing had just slandered Jia Cong in front of the old matriarch, saying that he didn't know etiquette, didn't learn well, loved to cause trouble, etc., but now she was slapped in the face in the hall.

Thinking that this bastard born of a prostitute had made such a big splash, but let herself lose face in front of the whole family, Lady Xing's heart fire reached her throat, and she suppressed it fiercely again.

The whole person was uncomfortable like a fire, and at this moment, the old matriarch was still there, and she didn't dare to throw her face and leave, so she had to sit there withered, calculating in her heart how to rectify this evil seed when she went back.

The old matriarch of the Jia household looked at Jia Cong and frowned: "Your wet nurse is also confused, she doesn't tidy you up, and makes you look like this old, cold, and soulless, not like a young master from a big family who studies."

Jia Cong, who had been standing on the side, said a sentence: "Cong has no wet nurse now, she went to the laundry room to work."

The old matriarch was insinuating, and what she said was nothing more than four words: "The legitimate mother is not kind."

The wet nurse of a big family is not just for nursing a child. Before the young masters and young ladies grow up, they also have to act as teaching nannies.

The allowance for a teaching nanny is not low, unless the young master and young lady are grown up, or the wet nurse herself is old, otherwise she won't go out on her own initiative.

Jia Cong, who was standing below, sighed in his heart. This old matriarch is really a hero in the back house. A few words are watertight and don't carry half a blame.

The old matriarch of the Jia household was stunned: "What did you say? Your wet nurse went to the laundry room to work......"

Generally, it is when the master is thirteen or fourteen, or the wet nurse is old, that they are sent out to do some light work.

Everyone's eyes in the hall turned to Lady Xing, making her face flush with shame.

If his wet nurse was there, it would naturally be her fault. Now that the person was transferred away, if he made a fool of himself outside, who would he blame? Of course, it was her, Lady Xing.

The old matriarch of the Jia household rubbed her eyebrows: "There are many people in this mansion who can be used, you can dispatch them at will. He looks like this and goes to that kind of thing at Prince Prince Jia Shun's literary gathering, it is the face of our Jia family that is lost."

And Jia Cong was only ten years old. He was so young, there was no reason for even the wet nurse to be sent away, so the old matriarch asked this question.

Saying that Jia Cong lost the face of the Jia family outside, it was the wet nurse's dereliction of duty, but now that the person was sent to the laundry room by Lady Xing, who would be blamed for losing face? Of course, it was her, Lady Xing.

"These idle things shouldn't be managed by me. You fathers and mothers should take care of them yourselves. I am also tired, let's disperse."

The old matriarch of the Jia household's words were neither light nor heavy, making Lady Xing's heart jump with fear. The young masters and young ladies couldn't hear the subtext, but people like Wang Wang Xifeng knew it clearly in their hearts, just watching Lady Xing's good show.

It was like slapping the daughter-in-law's face with one slap on the left and one on the right.

Jia Cong's down-and-out and thin appearance was the best portrayal of the legitimate mother's unkindness.

Lady Xing replied with a dry face: "I saw that he was grown up and didn't need a wet nurse, and it happened that the East Courtyard laundry room was short of manpower, so I temporarily sent him to help."

"What's going on? He is only so old, and the wet nurse was sent out?" The old matriarch of the Jia household frowned and asked Lady Xing, who was a bit uneasy.

For a big family, multiplying descendants is the first priority. Relying on the legitimate wife to raise them is not enough. There are many legitimate wives in the world who have no sons.

In order to multiply the bloodline, it is righteousness for the legitimate wife to treat the concubine son well.

For example, Lady Wang had never scolded Jia Jia Huan with a straight face. When she was free, she called him to copy a few pages of Buddhist scriptures, which was considered cultivation and teaching, so she got a good reputation.

It's like Lady Xing, who always hangs the words "beaten to death" on her lips, scraping silver, making trouble, and constantly rectifying routines.

The unkindness of the legitimate mother is equivalent to the "jealous woman" in the seven outs of women's virtue. This crime is enough for the husband's family to divorce the wife.

And Lady Xing had no children since she became Jia She's successor. She was originally a legitimate wife who couldn't stand up straight. Now that she had made such an unkindness of the legitimate mother, this reputation would stink.

Lady Xing didn't have the heart to rectify Jia Cong at this moment, and left with a full heart of frustration, hating Jia Cong to the extreme in her heart.

She only felt that this prostitute-raised evil goods was the magic star in her life. Being close to this evil seed would always lead to some dog-shit and bad things.

After everyone in the Rongning Hall dispersed, only Seeing Tan Chun and Little Xichun stayed and didn't leave. Lin Daiyu walked a few steps, and seeing that the two of them didn't leave, she also stopped her steps.

Seeing Tan Chun walked up with a smile and said generously: "Thank you Third Brother Cong for the calligraphy you sent me yesterday. Little sister also loves calligraphy. Please give me more advice in the future."

Jia Cong smiled: "I also want to thank Third Sister for the books and high-quality rice paper you sent me. They are all excellent things."

Lin Daiyu looked at the two talking with great interest, with a gentle smile on her face, like a light and elegant lotus.

After today's story, Jia Zheng was very satisfied with his nephew Jia Cong.

Seeing him chatting with his sisters, he was also happy to see it.

Although he was a bit pedantic, he was not a stupid person.

Naturally, he could see that his eldest brother and his wife were very disgusted with this concubine son, and his mother had deep mustard for him, feeling a bit sighing in his heart.

Fortunately, this child didn't look good on the outside, but just now in the Rongning Hall, he was humble and quiet, his bearing was generous, and his answers were sincere and meticulous, which was quite atmospheric.

This is what a Jia family descendant should look like, much stronger than his two evil obstacles, but it's a pity that this child is from the big room.

Thinking of this, he glared at Jia Baoyu beside Lin Daiyu.

At this moment, Jia Baoyu saw Seeing Tan Chun and Jia Cong talking, Seeing Yingchun, although not good at speaking, also stood beside Jia Cong and listened quietly, and even his Lin sister stopped her steps.

Jia Baoyu felt a bit greasy in his heart, and also a bit lost. In the past, it should have been him in Jia Cong's position, with the sisters surrounding him and talking.

His consciousness was chaotic, and suddenly he felt two severe eyes looking at him. Seeing his father's dissatisfaction in his eyes, he shuddered, and the whole person withered by half.

"Cong'er, come with me to the study."

"And Jia Baoyu, you go too, hum."

Before today, Jia Zheng knew very little about Jia Cong. This time Jia Cong was going to participate in the Nanxi Literary Gathering, which was also the face of the Jia family.

Although his calligraphy was outstanding, the participants in the literary gathering were all famous scholars and scholars, and the classics and articles were the foundation of learning, so calligraphy alone was a bit thin.

Therefore, Jia Zheng asking about this nephew's studies was also a matter of course. Although his own talent and aptitude were mediocre, he had been reading for many years, much stronger than Jia She's ignorance.

Jia Baoyu originally heard Jia Zheng call Jia Cong to the study, and was secretly happy in his heart. Without Jia Cong's obstruction, he could play with the sisters.

Hearing Jia Zheng ask him to go to the study together, he was stiff, his eyes were straight, and the old matriarch was gone, so no one saved his life.

He didn't dare not to go, so he could only lower his head, follow behind Jia Cong, his feet stepping on cotton, and his three souls wandering and following.

(End of Chapter)