After the Rebirth of the Red Chamber

As for the matter of the royal father and son, their courtiers should not worry too much.

Although Jia Jing contributed to this, he wished that no one would know, let alone talk to Jia Daihua, so as not to arouse his father's worries.

Therefore, the father and son only talked about it as ordinary news from the court, and then threw it away.

As soon as he got home, Jia Daihua went to take a medicinal bath, but Jia Jing went to the study to arrange the family sacrifice.

Time flies, and it is New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, all the male members of the clan gathered outside the family ancestral hall, and the clan wife Xu opened the door of the ancestral hall.

Then, Jia Daihua took the lead, followed by Jia Jing and Jia Daishan.

Since Jia Amnesty was still sick, Jia Zheng followed.

Then, the children of the clan entered the ancestral hall one after another from the near branch to the side branch.

The Jia family is thriving, with a population of nearly 300 in just a few houses in the capital.

At this time, all the clansmen gathered together, and Jia Dai became the patriarch. Seeing this situation, he was very pleased.

Among the female relatives, only Xu, the clan's wife, can enter the ancestral hall.

Mrs. Xu first put the six dishes cooked by herself on the altar table, lit incense and offered them, and then stood at the head, facing the clansmen, and presided over the sacrifice.

Since ancient times, the etiquette of sacrifices may have been simplified, but to put it bluntly, the process is the same.

That is to tell the ancestors, how many children will be added to the family this year, how much will be harvested in the sacrifice fields, who has done what great things, and what rewards the saints have given...

Then, headed by the patriarch, offering incense to the ancestors one by one.

The larger the population in the clan, the more prosperous the incense offered to the ancestors will be.

But today, after Mrs. Xu inserted three sticks of incense sticks into the bronze cauldron, Fang stood still at the top of the tripod. When the phoenix eyes swept away, he frowned and said loudly, "Jia Zheng, go back to where you should stand." .”

Jia Jing was standing in front, and he didn't pay attention to what was behind him. Turning his head, he saw that Jia Zheng didn't leave Jia Amnesty's position vacant according to the rules, but stood there by himself.

He squinted his eyes, and instantly understood why Shi had to make Jia She have a serious illness at the end of the year, and even became so ill that he couldn't afford it.

The position of the clan during the sacrifice is very particular.

For example, although Jia Jing is Jia Daishan's junior, but because he is the eldest son of the patriarch and heir to the clan, no matter how respectful he is to Jia Daishan on weekdays, Jia Daishan has to stand under him when offering sacrifices.

Another example is that a few years later, Jia She and Jia Zheng got married and had children.

No matter how they are treated in the mansion on weekdays, when it comes time to sacrifice, Jia Zheng's son can only stand at the head of Jia She's son.

Just because Jia She's line is the head of the house, Jia Zheng's line will be separated sooner or later.

Another example is now, although Jia She is unable to travel due to illness and cannot participate in the sacrifice, he is Jia Daishan's eldest son after all, and the future heir of the Rongguo Mansion.

Even if he doesn't come, the place is still his, and no one can take it.

This is not just a position, but also a manifestation of the status in the family, and it must not be messed up.

Otherwise, it is the source of chaos.

Therefore, Mr. Xu, who has become more peaceful over the years, scolded him face to face.

Jia Zheng flinched, and groaned for a while under Jia Daishan's fierce gaze, but finally he dared not tell that his mother made him stand here, but silently retreated to his proper place.

Seeing him so cowardly, Jia Jing couldn't help but secretly sneered, turned his head and didn't look at him any more.

This has always been the case with Jia Zheng, Shi Shi fights for him in everything, and later Wang fights for him, and he just sits and enjoys what he gets.

Today, whenever Jia Zheng dares to be tough and fight for his small thoughts, Jia Jing also respects him as a character.

It's a pity that the country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.

In the end, Jia Zheng got nothing, and let the clansmen see all the jokes for nothing.

This was just a small episode, apart from Jia Jing's grievances for Jia's amnesty, and Jia Zheng's grievances for himself, no one else cared about it.

The sacrificial ceremony continued, and after going through all the procedures, Jia Daihua pointed out that he was getting old, and in recent years, he was unable to do what he wanted, so he wanted to pass on the position of patriarch to his son Jia Jing.

No one objected to that.

The position of their patriarch is not the throne, and it is only passed down from father to son, and it is not passed from one line to another.

What's more, those who pay their own seniority, see Jia Jing's younger generation, and only secretly agree, how can they jump out and make trouble?

After the handover of father and son, Jia Jing is the new head of the Jia family.

He offered incense to his ancestors alone, kowtowed, and prayed to his ancestors to bless the prosperity of the Jia family.

After the sacrifice is over, it's not the right time, and every family has to go back to prepare for New Year's Eve.

There are few masters in the Ningguo Mansion, and Jia Daihua was impatient to make noise, so instead of inviting a theater troupe, he invited two storyteller ladies, and asked them to choose two kinds of music at will, and tell a new book that is popular recently.

The storyteller is worthy of being a person who can enter the high school. She doesn't want the qin, flute and pipa, but just squeezes two palm-sized fine porcelain plates from the table, holds them between her fingers, and goes first After a cutscene, he talked about a secret affair of the former palace.

They were talking about the harem concubines competing for favor and beauty, but Jia Jing heard the alliance of the previous dynasty.

The rise and fall of honor and disgrace of a harem woman's life is not so much pinned on the emperor's illusory favor, but rather on the future of the family's children above the court.

The family is prosperous, even if the emperor doesn't like them, they will not be left out in the cold.

If the children in the family do not live up to their expectations and rely on a woman who is floating in the harem like duckweed, how can they use their strength to recover?

Therefore, even if he was in the Taoist temple in his previous life and heard that Jia Yuanchun was named a virtuous concubine, he would only feel bitterness and no joy.

After finishing the book, Mrs. Xu sighed and said: "The story is a good one, but it's too sad. It's Chinese New Year today, can the two ladies celebrate it?"

"Of course there are."

The two storytellers responded with a smile, the one that the Lord spoke of earlier took a step back, and the other stepped forward.

The lady storyteller took a pipa, first played a very cheerful piece of music, and then told a story of reunion after a broken mirror:

"It is said that during the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a scholar in the suburbs of Bianliang, whose surname was..."

In the story, a young couple breaks up and reunites, but their love is always stronger than gold.Hearing that Xu's heart was up and down following the story.

Hearing the end, the scholar refused the emperor to let the princess down, and refused to give up his wife who was a mess. The emperor felt his loyalty and gave his wife Fengguanxiapei.

The husband and wife are harmonious and beautiful, and they have five sons and two daughters in their lifetime.

Xu smiled and said: "This is a good story! Haitang, give her a handful of those golden melon seeds."

The two storytellers were overjoyed, thanked him again and again, flattered Mrs. Xu, and praised Jia Jing well.

Hearing them praise their son, Mrs. Xu laughed from ear to ear, and asked Haitang to grab two large sums of money for the two, saying that it was for them to ride in a car, and sent them out properly.

Not long after, it was time for the dumplings, and the kitchen brought over hot dumplings, with three delicacies fillings, mutton fillings, and shrimp fillings... seven or eight kinds in total.

Mrs. Xu said to Jia Jing: "I will go to sleep after eating dumplings, so don't eat too much, so as not to accumulate food at night, which is not easy to digest."

This is still treating him like a child.

Jia Jing smiled inwardly, and obediently responded: "I listen to my wife."

Jia Daihua said: "He's such a big man, what doesn't he know, why do you need to worry about it?"

Mrs. Xu didn't like to hear these words: "What's wrong with me? How old is he? He hasn't married a wife yet. When Jing'er marries a wife in the New Year, his wife will take care of him. At that time I really don't need it!"

The last sentence, no matter how you listen to it, feels sour, and it is also mixed with a touch of loss.

Jia Jing hurriedly said: "How could it be? No matter how old the son is, he is still mother's son? Even if we marry a daughter-in-law, we are young and ignorant, and mother has to think about many things for us."

"You child, I think Miss Li is very good." Even though she said this, the smile on the corner of Xu's mouth never faded.

Seeing her worrying about her son blindly, Jia Daihua was very upset.

But she couldn't talk about it, she couldn't bear to scold her, and she was so angry that she blew her beard and stared at her eyes, so she had to vent her anger on her son: "How big a man is, I don't know how to be ashamed!"

Jia Jing just lowered his head and pursed his lips and smiled, his own mother found the place for him: "You old bastard, what are you talking about? What's wrong with my son?"

Jia Daihua: "...I don't have the same knowledge as you."

Only now did Jia Jing pretend to smooth things over: "Ma'am, I'm eating dumplings, they won't taste good when they get cold."

Xu stared at Jia Daihua again and let out a "hum", before taking the three dumplings that his son personally filled with a smile on his face.

"Well, is this wrapped in lotus root?"

"Mrs., it's the lotus root." The one who delivered the dumplings was Mrs. Wu from Zao Shang, and she was the one who made the lotus root dumplings.

"It's fresh and delicious. Jinger, you should try it too."

As soon as Mrs. Xu opened her mouth, Qing Bi, who was waiting beside Jia Jing, put a dumpling stuffed with lotus root on a small porcelain plate and handed it to Jia Jing.

Jia Jing ate it and praised: "It's fragrant but not greasy. Come on, let the master have a taste."

Only then did Jia Daihua, who was eating dumplings sullenly, show a trace of a smile, and said in his heart: You still have a conscience!

The family of three ate dumplings and drank ebony tea for digestion and relief, and then they dispersed without resting.