The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 32 How to deal with the aftermath
All the Qingke disciples in the study had dispersed, and only Jia She was there. Because it was Dai Renjie who came, he did not get up. After Dai Renjie had bowed, he offered him a seat.

"Don't dare!" Dai Renjie directly brushed off his good intentions and stood with his head held high, his chin raised high, and his eyes looking at the roof beams, "My boss said that he has never had any grudges with your family, and there is no conflict between wells and rivers. I don't know. This time, why are you trying to make things difficult for us?"

Jia She was confused when he heard this, "Where do you start talking about this?"

Dai Renjie saw that Jia She didn't look like he was pretending. Could it be possible that this father had been tricked by a seven-year-old son?
Who will believe it?

"Don't Mr. Jia know that half of the poem sent to us for printing yesterday was incomplete? I, Jixian Hall, have been doing business for so many years. The business passed down by generations of ancestors, this time, I entrusted the government to It was a blessing, but it was a big mistake. From now on, the scholars all over Chang'an City will no longer dare to buy books from my Jixian Hall. Those literati who have calligraphy treasures will not dare to come to my Jixian Hall. Don’t cooperate.”

Dai Renjie was getting angrier as he talked. He didn't know if he could keep his job.

With this bad reputation, it would be even harder for him to find a job that could earn him 200 taels of silver a year.

Dai Renjie was overwhelmed by the two people in front of him, but he had no choice but to do so. After all, he was just the shopkeeper of a bookstore, relying on his employer to enter the Jia family.

"Where did you start talking about this?" Zheng Haoshi was also frightened and asked with a smile, "How could there be only half of the poem? Is it possible that for such a good poem, I could deliberately tear the paper into two pieces? Half, only give half to your shop? What good does this kind of thing do to me? "

Dai Renjie saw that Zheng Haoshi didn't understand it at all, and Jia She was also confused. He cursed in his heart and said, "The poems taken out by your house are said to be written by the young master. It's better to treat the young master like this." Please come out and let him tell you what is going on with that poem?"

Jia Cong returned to the yard with two boxes of bone-in abalone in his hands. He opened the curtain and was greeted by the smell of hot food.

It was dinner time. Huaping brought the food from the kitchen. Before he set the table, he saw Jia Cong coming back and hurriedly came up to greet him. He took the snack box from his hand and asked, "What did the third master buy again?" ?”

"Both you and my aunt love to eat the bone-in abalone. I happened to pass by Fulin Kee today. It was freshly baked and the aroma could be smelled all over the street, so I bought some."

"Oh, how expensive it is. Third Master, don't buy it next time." Huaping felt distressed, "These two boxes of snacks are enough to feed our house for a month!"

Thinking of how a few days ago, the third master asked for a Hu pen and spent two coins, and he was still angry. Huaping felt really sorry. After all, he was too poor at the time.

Huaping put the kang table, helped his aunt up, and put the food on the table. The three of them were eating regardless of master or servant, when the little maid's voice came from the door, "Is sister Huaping here?"

Huaping hurriedly got off the kang and went out. When he saw it, it was Miss Cuiyun who was standing in front of the old man. Suspiciously, he asked, "It's Miss Cuiyun. What can't be done?"

"I, too, have been told by the eldest master. The eldest master is waiting in the study for the third master to go over and speak." Cuiyun glanced inside through the gap in the curtain cage and saw Aunt Zhong wearing a small coat sitting on the kang eating. , I am in good spirits and not in a state of being unable to get up from illness.

Jia Cong finished his meal slowly, then got off the kang and put on his shoes to go forward.

Aunt Zhong was so nervous that she coughed again, and Jia Cong had to say a few more words of comfort, thinking that he had to think of a way to make Aunt Zhong and Huaping no longer like frightened birds. Whenever there was a summons from above, he would start to worry.

Jia She waited for about a meal, and he was a little impatient, but Dai Renjie refused to leave regardless, saying that he would be invited to drink. Dai Renjie was not in the mood to invite him again and again.

Jia Cong came late and entered the study. Jia She threw a cup of tea at him without hesitation. Jia Cong raised his feet to avoid it and looked at him with cold eyes.

"You bastard bastard, I asked you to come, but you haven't come for a long time. Why don't you ask someone to carry a big sedan to invite you?" Jia Cong asked unhurriedly, "I wonder what the father's instructions are for calling his son here?"

No matter how furious Jia She is, when it comes to Jia Cong, he is calm and calm. This attitude alone can make Jia She angry to death.

"Young Master is so kind!" Dai Renjie mocked. He took out a poem from his sleeve and handed it to Jia Cong, "Young Master, do you recognize it? Did you write this poem? Why is it only half of it?"

Jia Cong smiled, took it, only opened it and glanced at it, then handed it back, "It's just half of it, it's like a book being torn in half, a good article being taken out of context, it's just a common thing. "

"Master Jia, what do you say?"

Jia She asked, "Did you give me the complete poem "Two Swallows on the Liang" written by Yu Qingtang?"

Jia Cong replied calmly, "Yes!"

"You bastard, you didn't report anything on such a big matter and made the decision on your own. Do you still think of me as an old man?"

"Father, the son also doesn't know that the father took the poem written by the son and went to Jixian Tang to have it printed."

You, a father, have the nerve to question me when you don’t respect my copyright?

"I am your father. Do I have to report to you whatever I do?"

"My son really didn't know about this. He only heard that poetry could be sold for money, so he exchanged it for two coins and didn't think much about it. I originally wanted to sell it to Jixian Tang, but shopkeeper Dai thought I was blackmailing him. There was no such thing. It’s just a matter of coincidence that this misunderstanding occurred today.”

He pretended to be innocent and asked, "I don't know, what happened?"

If Dai Renjie still believed in Jia Cong at this time, his age would have been lived by a dog. His beard was shaking with anger. He stood up and saluted Jia She perfunctorily, "Master Jia and his son don't have to act like this in front of me." It's a double act. I will report this matter to my employer when I get back next time. It is my employer who has the final say on how to decide."

After saying that, he went out without looking back. Jia She hurriedly asked Zheng Haoshi to push him up and see him out.

This Dai Renjie is nothing, but the Jia family cannot afford to offend the people behind him.

"Let's see if I don't beat you to death!" Jia She picked up a feather duster in his hand and rushed towards Jia Cong. Jia Cong ducked to the side, and the feather duster was empty. Jia She rushed forward, almost like a dog. Gnawing the ground.

Jia Cong was worried that he would be blamed for his fall, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Sir, even if you beat me to death, it won't help. No matter who you are in front of, After all, it's not my fault. If I were you, what matters now is how to deal with the aftermath."

When Jia She heard this, he was greatly frightened, "What else do you want?"

(End of this chapter)