Brother Rong of Red Mansion

Chapter 95 Silly Brother

"Did you get into a fight?"

In the south-facing hall of the old residence of Ningguo Mansion in Jinling, Jia Rong sat upright and looked at Jia Geng who came in with a "black nose and swollen face", with surprise in his eyes.

"Ah."

Jia Geng nodded obediently.

"Why fight?" Jia Rong asked.

In an instant, Jia Geng clenched his fists and said with a fierce look, "They called me a wild child. I refused to accept it, so I had a fight with them."

As he spoke, he seemed to be afraid that Jia Rong would "dislike" him, so he added: "They can scold me, but they cannot scold my parents. They say that I am not from the Jia family, but that my mother stole life. They are talking nonsense! I am My parents’ children. They just bullied my parents into dying early..."

Judging from Jia Geng's clothes, teeth, and skin color, we know that Jia Geng's life is not good.

He had a simple message from Jia Geng in his hand, with his information clearly written on it. His father is the fifth generation of the Jinling branch, and is called "Jia Ying". He was once very good at studying and practicing martial arts. Until I went to the Qinhuai River and met Jia Geng's mother.

Yes, his mother was once a lowly citizen and worked as a female actress in the old Qinhuai courtyard. Later, for some reason, he met Jia Ying's eyes. Jia Ying spent all her money to redeem Jia Geng's mother, married her back home, and gave birth to Jia Geng.

Strange to say.

Ever since Jia Ying married Jia Geng's mother, her fortune in the imperial examination has been getting worse year by year. One after another they failed to make the list. Gradually, some people said that it was Jia Geng's mother who lost her luck.

Jia Ying didn't believe it at first.

But after failing one after another, the original pride was all reduced to nothing. Jia Ying was filled with doubts and gradually began to believe this statement.

So he divorced Jia Geng's mother.

Surprisingly.

Not long after her divorce, Jia Geng's mother died in depression. Let Jia Ying be hit even more. I barely managed to keep up my spirits and took the exam once, but failed again. So, unable to think about it for a moment, he threw himself into the Qinhuai River.

In this way, Jia Geng's parents died and he became an orphan.

Later, Jia Geng gradually grew up. The children in the neighborhood originally despised him for not having a father or a mother, but when they unexpectedly learned that Jia Geng's own mother had stayed in Qinhuai's old courtyard, they looked down on him even more and began to bully him in ancient times.

Jia Geng was born with a stubborn temper. Although he had no father or mother, he worked hard alone and fought with others every day. He grew up in adversity. This time when Jia Rong selected someone, the elders of the Jia clan also immediately thought of this "poor child".

"I can cry, but I won't be a dutiful son!"

This is what Jia Geng said while standing in the hall, looking directly at Jia Rong without fear, raising his head.

The boys in the hall were all frightened and angry when they saw Jia Geng being so bold, so they wanted to scold Jia Geng.

Jia Rong liked it after seeing it, nodded repeatedly, and laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, it's up to you, you brat, you have quite a temper!"

Ordinary children would not be so "presumptuous" standing in front of him. There is something wild about this kid. It is most suitable to be trained as an officer. If you have good understanding, you can become a high-ranking general.

After Jia Geng left, the next few children became well-behaved and ordinary. When they entered the hall and answered questions with him, they were all respectful, bowed their heads, and did not dare to breathe. Although they are young, they are all "sensible".

Jia Rong also sighed with emotion and decided to let them go to "cry the spirit" and receive a reward.

Until the last child walked in, the light in the hall was blocked and dimmed. Jia Rong just said in surprise, "Is this also a child?"

"Yes." The boy who led Jia Xing in said with a wry smile, "This is Brother Silly. Others call him Brother Silly. He is only eight years old this year."

"Eight years old?" Jia Rong stood up in surprise, looking at the "little kid" who was as tall as him, and couldn't help but look around him carefully.

"What a child."

Jia Rong was taken aback.

But see: The top of the head is shaved, and the long hair is spread around, just like a "kappa". It is called "distribution", also known as "kappa head". It is a classic hairstyle for children under ten years old. He wears green cloth with his breasts straight, and his feet are wearing hemp-toed shoes. There is a childish and foolish air between his eyebrows. The muscles and bones of the body are strong, like a tall calf.

No matter how you put it, he is indeed a child.

It's just a bit taller and stronger, looking like a "little bull".

"Is he Jia Xing?" Jia Rong picked up a piece of paper again, which said that his father died and his mother was alive. He was gifted since he was a child and was as strong as an ox.

Good guy!

Jia Rong shook his head helplessly. He was originally very interested in Jia Xing. I didn’t expect that it would be like this when I met a real person.

"Replying to the uncle, this child's brain was burned out when he was a child, and he was not very clever in doing things. His father is gone again, and only his mother is watching over him. But this child is well-behaved and honest, and he will do whatever others tell him. Although others tell him He is a silly brother, but he is not really stupid. He can also distinguish between good and bad. He is also very talented and has a lot of brute strength. Others also like him. This time the uncle chose someone to cry, and the clan elders So I chose him to come here and let him receive a reward to supplement the family income."

Because Jia Xing was not very bright, his interview was done on his behalf by a servant.

Jia Rong nodded, suddenly stretched out his hand, and said with a smile: "Come, let me try your strength."

For a moment, the young man was startled and said quickly, "Master, please don't mess around. Although I am young, my strange strength is scary. You..."

At this time, under Jia Rong's active invitation, Jia Xing also stretched out his hand to "wrestle" with him. The two parties came to a long rosewood table, sat down, put their palms together, and exercised their strength.

Then, something happened that surprised the young man and Jia Xing.

Jia Rong has beautiful features, a well-proportioned figure, and a graceful manner. He looks like a son of an aristocrat. But when he struggled with Jia Xing, not only was he not taken down in one fell swoop, but he showed a relaxed smile.

"Little guy, it's interesting, try harder." Jia Rong smiled, wanting to see how strong this little bull Jia Xing was.

Jia Xing's eyes widened and he looked at Jia Rong in disbelief. He immediately got angry and said in a childish voice: "How dare you look down on me!"

After saying that, he clapped hard, and the muscles in his entire right arm bulged, activating even more strength.

"Not bad!"

Jia Rong smiled and nodded, his posture as steady as Mount Tai, not moving at all.

"Can you be more energetic?"

Jia Rong said with a smile.

In an instant, Jia Xing glared and gnashed his teeth, gritted his teeth and exerted force. Finally, he made a direct foul and even used his left hand to press down Jia Rong's palm.

But Jia Rong remained motionless, teasing him with a smile.

This magical scene only stunned the boys in the hall. They couldn't help but gape. Finally, they moved their lips a few times and said: "Master, be careful, he is still a child, don't hurt him..."

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