congratulate?
What is there to celebrate?
Coming out of her mother's yard, Jia Min looked up at the sky and suppressed a sigh in her throat.
Being a royal princess means that your status is honorable, but from now on... you will have even less freedom.
When Jia Min dragged her heavy feet towards the East Palace, Jia Zhu was kneeling in the ancestral hall, secretly wiping away tears in front of the ancestral tablets.
Although everything is going according to his grandfather's plan, how much suffering did his second aunt have to endure? He has found out why his grandfather gave his two aunts similar names, hoping that when one of them has a bad fate, the other can lend some of her good fortune.
But Third Aunt is so pitiful too.
After the death of the crown prince, my grandfather, who was suspected by the retired emperor, aged so quickly and died of illness in the same year as my great-uncle...
Jia Zhu wiped away another tear.
He didn't dare tell anyone in his family about his grandfather's secret.
Whether it was the second aunt or the third aunt, they couldn't stand it.
After a while, Jia Zhu stood up and opened the door of the ancestral hall, but he didn't expect that his uncle was sitting on the doorstep.
Not far away, Jia Lian, who was a few months younger than him, was also hurrying over.
"Uncle...Uncle, Second Brother Lian, you guys..."
"My aunt said she didn't have a free hand yesterday."
Jia Lian was very timid, "But today she has to help Second Aunt settle accounts with us. We didn't let her into the house. Since you, big brother, have realized your mistake and entered the ancestral hall by yourself, we have to follow you."
Jia Zhu: “…”
"Let's go!"
Jia She sighed and patted his nephew's shoulder. "No matter why you are in the ancestral hall, you must go in with us and kneel down now."
It’s a pity that Jia Zhen is not at home.
"There's no need to tell the old lady about this, otherwise she'll definitely be angry."
Jia She stepped forward and first offered incense to his ancestors, including his elder brother, before kneeling down and saying, "Brother, it would be nice if you were still here."
Even if they were in the Taoist temple and the eldest sister-in-law was at home, if something happened, they would not panic and scare themselves for so long, and let the second sister suffer pitifully outside.
"I'm useless!"
He cried in front of his nephew and son, "I'm so sorry, I can't even beat someone up."
Jia Zhu: “…”
Jia Lian: "..."
Seeing their uncle (father) crying uncontrollably, they felt powerless, aggrieved, regretful, uncomfortable and other emotions, which made them all hang their heads in front of the coffin.
Shen Ning did not hide the fact that three people entered the ancestral hall. The clansmen who came to congratulate him moved to the ancestral hall on their own initiative, and when they heard Jia She crying inside...
They all went in and knelt down obediently.
It was not until this time that the girls studying at Ningcuixuan realized why the atmosphere at home had been so depressing recently.
As the housekeepers in the East Palace, they only vaguely knew what the adults in the family were worried about, but no matter who they asked, no one could answer their questions. In order to avoid being asked by them, the adults even assigned them tasks such as making sachets and purses.
now……
Xiao Daiyu and Qin Keqing sighed softly in their hearts.
When Minmei, Yingchun and Tanchun were doing needlework, they wished they could use the Wohe as a sachet or purse.
Only Baochai, because she was managing her brother's family business, knew about Jia Wen's affairs three days earlier than everyone else.
But even if she knew it, she couldn't break the situation.
Originally, her mother told her that the Jia family might be implicated by the resurrected Second Aunt. Fortunately, the Xue family was just staying there temporarily. Unexpectedly, things would be different as soon as Mrs. Shen came back.
It would be a lie to say I don’t admire you.
But in addition to admiration, she also felt more respect and awe for Mrs. Shen.
The women in the inner palace that she knew were not like Madam Shen.
This inner house seems unable to conceal her brilliance.
Moreover, she went into the palace as soon as she came back, and rushed to Huitong Hall as soon as she left the palace. When the Jia family couldn't beat them, she immediately opened fire...
Xue Baochai thinks the Xue family should also get a gun.
Although her brother has a hot temper and cannot hold a gun, she can!
While Xue Baochai was thinking about how to persuade her mother to ask the shopkeeper outside to get a missionary gun, several masters from the Weapon Manufacturing Bureau worked together to make a gun according to the drawings drawn by Shen Judao, and the gun that could fire six rounds in a row was presented to the emperor.
Every part of this gun is the same size, and if any one is broken, it can be replaced with a new one.
To prevent the barrel from exploding, the old master who had tried the gun even said that after firing six shots, if time permits, the barrel and the gunpowder cylinder can be replaced.
This, although a bit troublesome, can greatly extend their service life.
And compared to the past, this kind of trouble is nothing.
"Have you tried it? How powerful is it?"
"I tried it myself."
An Yi said: "The range and power are comparable to the fire guns we are using now. After large-scale production, the loss will be even smaller."
“Okay, okay!”
The emperor touched the revolver rifle with excitement and care, "Let the weapon manufacturing bureau do its best to manufacture it. I want to use it to avenge the shame of my Han family!"
"yes!"
"Liu An!"
"The servant is here!"
"Tell Jia Lian to open the armory and send all the good materials to the weapon manufacturing bureau."
His father has a collecting habit.
Over the years, the fine iron and copper mined from Japan and various mines have been placed in the Jiaku after being tempered thousands of times.
If not now, when? In the past, the emperor did not dare to touch the things that the emperor had treasured, but now... it was different! "Yes!"
Liu An hurried to convey the order.
The war with the Russians is imminent, and with one more musket, they might have more confidence.
So, not long after, Jia Lian, who was kneeling in the ancestral hall, was called to work overtime.
As the night deepened, the young and old masters of the Jia family were still kneeling.
There were also many new members, such as Baoyu and others who had just finished school. When they heard that everyone was kneeling here, they came over on their own accord.
They could eat the meal without batting an eyelid, but the elders and older uncles and brothers who had never experienced hardship found it extremely painful to eat it.
But Jia She also eats here.
The steamed buns with bran are freshly steamed and smell delicious, but eating them... really makes your throat hurt.
Jia She took a bite of steamed bread and a mouthful of slightly bitter wild vegetable porridge, not wasting anything. He also told everyone what Jiao Da often said, about how he carried the old master out of the pile of dead bodies, and there was nothing to eat or drink, so he even drank horse urine to stay alive.
"...This wild vegetable porridge is quite unpalatable, but it's better than horse urine, right?"
Jia She stared at the group of pampered people and said, "If anyone dares to waste money here, don't blame me, Jia She, for being ruthless and beating him with a big stick."
He was eating here, so why shouldn't these people eat? If there was something good going on, they all came over.
There are disadvantages...
Thinking about how some guys had come to the old lady to cry, to make a scene with him, and repeatedly denied their identities and wanted his second sister to die, a hint of cruelty flashed in Jia She's eyes.
Jia, Jia Qin and others hurriedly put all the wild vegetable porridge and bran buns that they didn't want to eat into their mouths.
To be honest, it tasted terrible! Jia pressed the button so hard that he almost vomited on the spot.
He stretched his neck, swallowed it hard, and then held his mouth, fearing that the liquid would come back up.
Jia She glanced at him, then slowly turned his head and took a leisurely bite of the bran bread.
He knew that, except for the boys who went to school, the older people would have to kneel for at least three days.
Fortunately, it is winter, so I wore warm clothes.
But everyone felt very uncomfortable that night.
Children like Baoyu were very sleepy and could fall asleep by lying on the cushions, but they adults really couldn't stretch their legs and feet, and the next morning, they all looked pale.
However, Shen Ning slept very soundly.
Her little girl sticks to her and even comes to see her when she goes to the toilet.
Shen Ning was both angry and distressed, and could only let her do what she wanted.
"Madam, Master and Rong are back."
When Xiaodong ran over to report the emergency, familiar footsteps were heard outside.
"Grandma, little aunt~"
Rong Ge'er came in running.
Jia Yue was waiting for her mother to feed her porridge. When she heard the sound and saw her eldest nephew, she pouted her little mouth and burst into tears.
She was so sad. Her mother was missing, her brother was missing, and her eldest nephew was missing too.
Obviously, she saw him every day before.
"Don't cry, don't cry~"
Rong Ge'er was heartbroken, especially when his aunt reached out to him to hug her. He quickly picked her up and coaxed her, "It's my fault. We will definitely take you with us next time."
He also missed his aunt very much.
"Grandma, does your hand still hurt?"
While coaxing his aunt, he looked at Shen Ning's hand again.
They heard about it as soon as they arrived in Beijing.
"It hurts~"
When Jia Zhen strode in, Shen Ning said, "It still hurts!"
"Son, go to Huitong Hall now!"
Seeing his mother's tightly wrapped hands, Jia Zhen gnashed his teeth and said, "Mother, wait, I will avenge you!"
"Go ahead!"
Shen Ning nodded, "Take Jiao Da with you and be careful when fighting. In Wohe's place, you may have to ride a horse and shoot a bow in the future. The emperor will most likely fight for a banner master's throne for him there."
What? Jia Zhen's legs went limp.
"Don't worry, you can fight when you need to."
It would be stupid not to fight.
Shen Ning said: "Those people like Wohe fear power but not virtue. You can go over and beat him up whenever you want. As long as you can always be better than him, he will worship you like an ancestor for the rest of his life."
According to her original intention, it would be better to kill them all.
The Qing Dynasty created a new river.
This proves that massacres can effectively conquer the Han people.
Before the Qing Dynasty, the Han nationality had always followed a rule: brutal and murderous regimes and nations would not have a good ending.
Many people even firmly believe that killing prisoners is a bad omen.
Before the Qing Dynasty, any regime that had carried out large-scale massacres of civilians would basically collapse and be deserted by its people.
Therefore, rulers of all dynasties, as long as they had the slightest ambition, paid great attention to military discipline and treated the people well.
But the Qing Dynasty was different.
They founded their nation through genocide.
All those who disobey will be killed.
One kill, one city.
The Han people in Liaodong refused to submit, so they were all killed.
Datong, Shanxi was flooded with blood due to the Doergun massacre. In the end, only five serious criminals in the entire city escaped from prison.
Later, the prefect of Datong sent by the Qing Dynasty wrote to Shunzhi, saying that since there were no victims, the five people could be released. This memorial has been preserved in the First Historical Archives to this day.
Kill, kill, kill all the way.
The Ten Days of Yangzhou, the Three Massacres of Jiading, the Eighty-One Days of Jiangyin, the Guangzhou Massacre…
This provides ideas for those who come later.
Why did Shen Ning ask Jia She to kneel in the ancestral hall?
She really thought this person was useless.
You've already knelt in the ancestral hall, can't you hold your breath and give Wo He a beating? If they dare to be beaten, she promises that she won't let them kneel again.
"Then the son...went there."
Encouraged and reassured that his mother was serious, Jia Zhen strode away.
Rong Ge'er, who was holding Jia Yue, was anxious, "Grandma, I want to go too."
"Just go if you want to!"
Shen Ning glanced at him.
She would never stop it anyway.
But……
It was obvious that Jia Yue would not let go.
The little girl tugged at her nephew's sleeve tightly.
"But little aunt~"
Rong Ge'er wanted to let go, but he really couldn't.
The little girl cried even louder.
"Take her with you!"
Still young anyway.
Although she can't remember it now, others can remember it for her.
Shen Ning said nonchalantly: "Tell your father that your second aunt's hands are covered with blue and purple whip marks."
"...My grandson knows."
Rong Ge'er took the thick cloak given by the maid, wrapped his aunt tightly, and rushed out immediately.
Shen Ning let out a breath and went back to eating her own food.
The men in the Jia family can't stand up, and the women...
With Lady Jia in front of them, it was impossible for them to do anything.
She can only cultivate it slowly now.
In short, you must never miss the opportunity.
Woher...
Just consider yourself unlucky! "Madam~"
Before Shen Ning finished her bowl of porridge, Qing Ping ran in, "Over at Huitong Hall, just like yesterday, a group of people came with music and gifts, they... they confronted the masters."
"What's the result?"
"I was kicked out of Ningrong Street again."
Qingping felt that their wife was usually fine, but when she heard about the Jin people in Huitong Hall, she became filled with murderous intent.
"Send someone to chase them and tell Zhen'er to break those men's legs for me."
If you dare to do something for Wohe, then be prepared to be cut! "No, hit both legs at the same time!"
The Duke's Mansion is not a place that can be bullied by anyone.
Those people who knew who Woher was and still took their jobs deserve to die.
Shen Ning dropped the bowl and chopsticks, "Someone, prepare the car, I'll go take a look too."
This time, she was a spectator.
She wanted to see whether Jia Zhen and his people would fight or not.
After a while, her carriage drove out from the back street.
She also happened to see a lively scene of someone breaking a leg.
A group of people with music and drums rushed over to give gifts because Wohe offered a lot of money.
They thought that the worst that could happen today was that they would be kicked out of Ningrong Street again, but they didn't expect that just after they were kicked out, the people came back and broke all their legs.
For a moment, the streets were filled with the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling.
However, few of the passers-by who were watching the fun spoke up for them.
Everyone just looked at the Jia family, all of them holding sticks and looking murderous.
There was an old man who quietly took a similar stick or a shoulder pole and followed their team.
When the Jin people invaded the country, which family didn’t have relatives killed?
Many people's entire family was wiped out.
now……
If there is a chance, I will follow up and hit him with a stick. (End of this chapter)
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