Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 59 Everyone has their own thoughts

While chatting and laughing, many village women had already brought out tables, stools, bowls and chopsticks from their homes and set them up in the field, serving original farm food at a reasonable price.

"Everyone, after talking for so long, I'm also hungry. Let's talk while we eat." Jia Cong asked everyone to sit down.

"Third Master, you also want to try our village brew. I'd like to offer you a cup." Zhang Hu picked up a bowl of muddy wine and stood up.

Jia Cong was a good drinker and said with a smile: "Is this wine famous?"

Yan Fei smiled and said: "Although our wine has no name, it is definitely not over the top."

"I'm not dizzy at all."

"I'm not drunk even if I faint."

"I won't throw up even when I'm drunk."

"You won't fall down even if you vomit."

"I won't sleep even if I fall down."

"I still want to drink when I wake up."

All the veterans laughed.

"Okay, you all have a good drink." Jia Cong smiled, as if he had heard these words somewhere before, picked up the bowl and took a sip.

Jia Cong smacked his lips. The rice wine had about ten degrees of alcohol, which was similar to the Jinhua wine that the family was used to. He always thought it was because the family only used low-alcohol wine to take care of the health needs of his wife and young lady. Why did this village Is this also a low-alcohol wine?
  He hurriedly asked: "Everyone, is there any wine on the market stronger than this?"

"I wonder what kind of liquor the third master is talking about?" Yan Fei said.

"Well, it's at least several times stronger than this wine. For example, if you can drink four bowls of this wine, you can only drink one bowl of that wine."

"Is there such strong liquor in the world? We have never heard of it." Everyone looked at each other.

"Third Master, where did you know about such strong liquors? Nowadays, there are famous restaurants in Shenjing, such as Banxian Tower, Wangyue Tower, Zhegui Tower, etc. They sell top-quality wines such as Taibaizui and Yue'er. Yuan and sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing are nothing more than that.

Its intensity is only about the same as that of this village brew, and there is absolutely no way it can be four times different. " Laifu stood aside and smiled.

"That's it. There is no such strong wine in the world." Everyone nodded. The methods of making wine in the world are similar, so how can there be such a big difference.

Jia Cong laughed and thought of a business opportunity. It turned out that distilled liquor had not yet been invented in this era!

The principle of this thing is extremely simple. It does not require any knowledge of chemistry or physics. It just requires some planning. Such a simple method will be worthless if it is leaked.

Although he doesn't understand business, he at least understands a simple truth: if you want to make money easily and quickly, you must have a monopoly.

Whether it is power monopoly, technology monopoly, channel monopoly, capital monopoly, in short, it is necessary to monopolize, and all the super large companies in later generations are like this.

After finishing the meal, Jia Cong refused to drink more on the pretext of practicing martial arts, and asked Laifu and Wangcai to stop the drinking. He only got a little tipsy after eating, but the two of them were knocked off their feet.

After the meal, the village found an ox cart and seven or eight young men to escort Jia Cong and his party back to the city.

When I returned to the mansion, I saw that it was getting dark. I thought that there was a funeral in Dongfu and I should show up, so I changed my clothes and went there.

Suddenly I remembered that Sister Feng was co-managing the Ningguo Mansion. This was her highlight moment and a classic plot in the original work. I became curious and asked my servants. I found out that Sister Feng was settling things in the Baoxia outside Ningde Hall and was busy with the spiritual affairs. He casually put some incense in front of him, pretended to howl twice, and rushed over.

Suddenly, he saw Jia Rong standing aside wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning, holding a mourning stick and crying bitterly. Jia Cong pondered for a moment, waved to him and called him aside.

"Brother Rong, now that Brother Zhen is gone, you are in charge of the family. Be a good student and take care of your wife. Don't act like a wimp outside all day long. No one else can envy such a good wife. Do you understand what I mean?"

Jia Rong had known about Jia Cong's "feat" in Rongqing Hall, and her heart trembled, and she couldn't help but wonder, why is Third Uncle Cong mentioning Ke Qing alone at this moment? By the way, when Qian'er Keqing was ill, he specially ordered the accountant to prepare a heavy gift for him, which was a thousand taels of silver.

The ladies in the mansion were only rewarded with a few gold and silver taels, and the old lady was barely rewarded with a thousand taels after she received a jade ruler given by the emperor! Could it be that the two of them...what happened to the father this time...

As soon as Jia Rong thought about it, he suddenly felt that everything was suspicious, and cold sweat broke out on his vest. Third Uncle Cong had now practiced martial arts and obtained a title. He also had a lawless and murderous temperament. She must not touch his bad luck. Otherwise, life is in danger.

"What are you thinking about?" Jia Cong frowned when he saw that he was silent.

"Oh, my nephew is thinking that now that the master is gone, I need Uncle Cong to give me more advice on how to act in the future." Jia Rong hurriedly smiled and said: "Uncle, please don't worry, my nephew will strictly follow his instructions and dare not go on any errands." Half a step wrong."

"I have nothing to remind you, you can take care of yourself." Jia Cong saw his strange expression and didn't know what he was nervous about. Could it be that he was possessed by his domineering aura? Ignoring him, he waved his hand and left. "Uncle Cong, walk slowly." Jia Rong saw him off respectfully.

In Baoxia, Sister Feng was sitting alone on the Huanghuali Taishi chair. Around a dozen maids and daughters-in-law stood and waited on her. Hundreds of maids, mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law stood on the floor to listen to instructions. Several large lanterns and oil lamp candlesticks were lit in the hall. Wait, the lights are bright, shining like daylight.

Jia Cong came in from the side corridor and saw Wang Xifeng lecturing solemnly. He felt very happy. The feeling of being there was completely different from watching a TV series.

"Now that the old lady has ordered me to take charge of everything, I won't say that I want to offend you. I am not as good-natured as your grandma, so everything is up to you. Don't say that 'this is how things are in this house', now you can't Follow me.

If you do me a little wrong, I don't care who is honorable and who is shameless. I will treat the case innocently. "Wang Xifeng said coldly.

Everyone did not dare to say anything and listened respectfully.

Seeing Ping'er looking over, Jia Cong smiled at her, pointed at Wang Xifeng and gave a thumbs up.

Ping'er pulled him to the side and whispered: "If you don't stay in front, why are you here?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "I came here to see how Sister-in-law Feng manages the house."

"What's so good about this?" Ping'er said.

Jia Cong said: "The housekeeper is not good-looking, but sister-in-law Feng and sister Heping'er are good-looking."

"Bah, you're talking nonsense again." Ping'er said angrily.

"Sister Ping'er now has a lot of experience working with Sister-in-law Feng. If I have some family business in the future, I must ask Sister Ping'er to come over and take care of it for me."

This sentence was not meant to be teasing, nor was it polite. Jia Cong did have this intention. Before his wedding, if he had a family business, who would manage it?

Baochai is the lady in the boudoir, so she cannot help him. Qingwen doesn't know how to manage. Sister Feng has a different status and is in charge of such a large Rong family. It is impossible for her to help him. Only Ping'er, regardless of ability, character, The experience is top notch in every aspect.

"The more I talk about it, the more it doesn't sound like it. I live in your brother's house, so why am I here to take charge of your house?" Ping'er spat.

"What's the difficulty? As long as my sister is willing, I will take you away from Sister-in-law Feng. I'm afraid I will wrong my sister." Jia Cong said.

Seeing that his face was serious and not joking, Ping'er immediately turned red and scolded: "You and your brother have the same temperament. They both eat from the bowl and look at the pot. They are greedy and full. How can a brother hit his brother in his room?" People's ideas, don't say such things, be careful to make people laugh."

"Sister, I misunderstood. I really just want you to be the housekeeper. I have no other intentions. Can't you see that I am a serious person?" Jia Cong said with a bitter smile.

"Bah, you are more serious than everyone else in the world, that's all." Ping'er spat, don't turn your head and ignore him, do you think I am a three-year-old child.

On the other hand, Wang Xifeng has ordered Caiming to sing the names of the heirs. Who will take care of the family's relatives, who will take care of the tea and food, who will take care of lighting incense, adding oil, hanging curtains, keeping vigil, and mourning after the funeral. Who will take care of the cups, saucers, tea utensils, and who will take care of the food and wine utensils. In charge of collecting the sacrifices, who was in charge of lamp oil, candles, papers, tables, chairs, antiques and other trivial matters. They arranged everything neatly, which impressed Jia Cong.

This is the prime minister of the inner palace, the hero of the powder team. Although it is not an earth-shattering military and national event, he can manage so many trivial matters and hundreds of slaves in an orderly manner, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

Wang Xifeng had seen Jia Cong sneaking around a long time ago. As soon as he finished here, he came over and sneered: "What maggots are you two chewing on? But you think I am unclear about the matter?"

Ping'er hurriedly explained: "What did grandma say? Mr. Cong admires grandma, so he specially came to see grandma to settle things."

"Sister-in-law Feng is very decisive when talking and laughing, and she does everything properly. I really admire her." Jia Cong said with a smile.

"Oh? You have nothing to do to show your courtesy, what are your plans?" Wang Xifeng snorted coldly as she would not believe his lies.

"I can't hide anything from my sister-in-law." Jia Cong rolled his eyes and said, "I think the house will be in chaos if there is no one to take care of it in the future. I want to ask my sister-in-law for someone to help me. I wonder what my sister-in-law thinks?"

Wang Xifeng glanced at Ping'er, saw that her face was red, and she understood the situation, and said coldly: "You want Ping'er? Humph, you are wishful thinking, Ping'er is my person, no one will leave, let alone you , your second brother Lian can only take a look."

Ping'er's face darkened and he stood aside, lowering his head and saying nothing.

Jia Cong was stunned. Why did they all think I was lustful? Am I that kind of person? It's really unreasonable.

"Sister-in-law, don't be anxious. If I open my mouth, I will definitely make an offer that my sister-in-law can't refuse. Let's talk about this matter in two years. Hehe, there's no rush." ​​Jia Cong said with a smile.

"I can't refuse, haha, that's not a small tone, so I'll just wait for you to make an offer that I can't refuse."

Wang Xifeng sneered, but she was secretly calculating in her heart. Brother Cong, a bastard, is no better than a loser like Jia Lian. He will definitely have a big future in the future. When the time comes, he can sit down and raise the price. Now it seems that he has to pay close attention to Ping'er. Don't let a pervert like Lian'er eat it secretly, then it will be difficult to bid.

Suddenly, I heard Lai Wang's wife coming over in a hurry to report: "Grandma, the old lady asked you to go back quickly. Third Master Huan has burned Second Master Bao's face."

(End of this chapter)