Chapter 45: Going to the Border
Although the descendants of the West Palace are more prosperous than those of the East Palace, there are only a few big and small cats.
Jia Zheng is a weak scholar, and Jia She has been addicted to women over the years and has damaged his body and bones. The next generation has four people: Jia Lian, Baoyu, Jia Cong, and Jia Huan, and the next generation has only Jia Lan.
Jia Huan was only eight or nine years old, and Jia Lan was only six or seven years old, so naturally they couldn't let the two naughty boys go. There were only three left.
Among these three, one is the sweetheart of the whole family, one is the eldest son of the first wife, and the only one left is Jia Cong.
Jia Zheng has always felt guilty towards Jia She over the years, so he naturally cannot let Jia Lian go. But among the other two, one is his most beloved and most promising nephew, and the other is his legitimate son Baoyu, which one is more important?
No matter how angry Baoyu made him, he was still his bloodline's legitimate son, and he was also a father. How could he bear to send his son to die?
After a while, Jia Zheng suddenly shouted, "Baoyu!"
"Bang!" Jia's mother hit her cane hard, then closed her eyes slightly, "Boss, what did you say!"
Jia Zheng was shocked, "Mother, don't do that!" As he said that, he stretched out his arms in panic to block Jia Cong.
Mrs. Xing looked anxious and tugged at Jia She's sleeve, but Jia She remained calm and said calmly, "Let Cong go!"
"Brother!" Jia Zheng was furious!
"Shut up!" Jia's mother shouted, then stood up tremblingly, "Cong'er..."
Jia Cong took a step forward and shouted loudly, "Grandfather, your grandson is going!"
Grandmother Jia walked a few steps to Jia Cong. She looked at her most outstanding grandson and said in tears, "My dear grandson, if you have any resentment in your heart, you don't need to blame your father. Just blame me, an old woman. It is I who have let you down!"
"Grandson doesn't dare!"
Grandmother Jia held Jia Cong in her arms and glanced at everyone, "I am old, and I can no longer manage you. All the disciples in the mansion are neither good at literature nor martial arts. Now that we finally have a capable one, I want to send him to the border with my own hands!"
"All of you raise your heads and let me remember this! From now on, everything you wear and use will be stained with my grandson's blood!"
When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was ashamed!
"When Niu Jizong leads the troops, they must be mainly soldiers from the Beijing Camp! Zhen'er!"
"Ancestor!"
"You should go to the Beijing camp in person. In the past, our Ning Mansion had three dukes from two generations. They were all old relatives. The generals in the Beijing camp were all subordinates of the dukes! You should go there in person and find them. Tell them that our Jia Mansion has let them down over the years. However, today our men are going to the army. If they remember the kindness of the dukes, please take care of them."
"Don't worry, Grandfather. I will bring the valuable gifts with me later!"
"Lian'er, take my invitation and go to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion! Tell him that tomorrow night, I will treat Niu Jizong to a cup of tea, so please make sure he comes!"
"Second brother, go to Wang's house and tell Wang Ziteng to come and entertain the guests for me tomorrow!"
At this moment, Lady Jia fully displayed the majesty of the Duke's wife, and even Jia Cong was amazed and admired her!
"Don't worry, grandson! You've worked hard for our two families. Even if I have to sacrifice my dignity, I will do my best to protect you!"
It must be said that although Grandmother Jia was ruthless in pushing Jia Cong out, she did put in a lot of effort! The few words she said just now were undoubtedly to give Jia Cong the last connection in the Jia family army. This was also her greatest compensation to this grandson.
It would be fine if he died in battle, but if he could return safely, then Jia Cong's position in the mansion would be unmatched in the future!
Moreover, at this moment, even if Wang didn't want to, she would never dare to speak.
"Grandson thanks you very much, old lady. However, grandson still has a few things to ask of you!"
"Just say it!"
"My grandson's second sister has always been weak in character and is often bullied by some old women and servants in the mansion. I'm not here, so please take care of her while I'm here!"
Grandmother Jia's eyes were sharp, but she just nodded, "Feng girl, you heard it!"
Wang Xifeng hurried forward and said, "Brother Cong, rest assured. Second sister-in-law has issued a military order for you. If Second Miss loses even a hair, you must come back and seek revenge on Second sister-in-law!"
Jia Cong bowed and thanked him, and continued, "There are a few maids in my room, who don't know much about the world, but they are diligent in taking care of me and have suffered with me! If I were not here, I'm afraid I would cause some trouble for you, so please bear with me."
"Don't worry, grandson. I will put the maids in your room in my room. As long as I am here, no one will bully me."
"One last thing. My Jia family is a family of military honors. Please give me a set of armor to protect me!"
"Lian'er, go get someone to bring over the armor !"
Jia Lian quickly agreed and went out with a few servants. Soon, one man holding a helmet, four people carrying armor, and two people carrying a long spear hurriedly arrived outside the courtyard.
When Jia Cong saw this, his eyes lit up and he went out to greet him!
The helmet was black, with a tassel and six images of gods inlaid around it. The armor was black chain mail, with densely packed armor plates connected in series, and there were traces of swords and knives on it. The armor alone was full of evil spirits. But what made Jia Cong happy the most was the big spear.
Jia Cong stepped forward and grabbed the spear with one hand, only to see that the spear was about ten feet long, and the wooden handle was not made of simple bamboo, but of the best tough wood trunk, which was first peeled into strips of uniform thickness (strips, like a bamboo craftsman!), then repeatedly soaked in tung oil and dried, and finally the strips were taken out to dry in the shade, and then glued together with high-quality glue, and tied with hemp rope on the outside, and then dried in the shade again, coated with raw lacquer, and wrapped with several layers of ramie cloth.
It is no exaggeration to say that this wooden handle is tougher than ordinary iron tools, and it will not crack even if it is chopped by a sword !
Its total weight is about 20 to 30 kilograms. When equipped with a gun head that glows with a cold light, it will surely become a powerful weapon on the battlefield!
Brush! Brush! Brush!
Jia Cong couldn't help but perform a few spear tricks, which stunned everyone present! Just by looking at the two servants holding it, you can tell that the spear is not too light, but in Jia Cong's hands, it is like an embroidery needle and can be danced.
"My dear grandson, you actually have martial arts skills!" Grandmother Jia asked in surprise.
Jia Cong put away his spear and said with a smile, "Grandfather, I don't know any martial arts, but I know that studying requires a healthy body. Therefore, I studied in my second uncle's Mengpozhai before, and took the time to read the military books and formations left by the former Rongguo. I also learned a set of boxing, kicking and spear techniques from them!"
"Good, good, good..." Grandmother Jia praised repeatedly. She was really surprised by her grandson's performance.
