3
His predecessor had died because of a fever, and Jia Huan had picked up a bargain.
"I'm going to my father's place."
Jia Huan said to Little Ji Xiang before leaving in large strides.
They arrived at the front courtyard of Rongxi Hall where Jia Zheng lived.
"Why is Third Master here?"
The Rong Mansion's butler, Lin Zhixiao, was stunned when he saw Jia Huan because both Jia Huan and Jia Baoyu were in awe of Jia Zheng. It was basically impossible for them to take the initiative to come to Jia Zheng's place.
"Please inform father that I have something to ask for an audience.”
Although Jia Huan did not want to do this to a servant, he could only endure it for the sake of his plan.
When he got out of this cage, he would be like a fish in the sea, and from then on, he would be free to fly.
Although Lin Zhixiao was puzzled, he still nodded and went in to report to Jia Zheng.
Not long after, he walked out and told Jia Huan that he could go in.
Jia Huan followed Lin Zhixiao all the way to Jia Zheng's study. Jia Zheng could be considered one of the few good men in Rong Guo Manor.
He was a true gentleman, but he did not have much ability. He was also foolish and filial. Jia Baoyu spent all his time with women. Every time he wanted to discipline him, as long as Grandmother Jia came forward, he could not do anything.
Under such circumstances, how could the Jia Residence not fall? It was also foreseeable that their families would be raided and exterminated in the future.
"Greetings, father."
Jia Huan bowed.
Jia Zheng nodded. He didn't even look at Jia Huan. He just looked at the painting in front of him and asked without turning his head.
"What is it?"
In ancient times, the distinction between Di and Shu was very serious. Moreover, Jia Huan was also useless in the past, so naturally Jia Zheng did not take a fancy to him.
"I want to join the army."
Jia Huan said decisively. He did not have any schemes, because in this era, filial piety was the most important. Without Jia Zheng's approval, he would never be able to leave Rong Mansion.
Hearing Jia Huan's words, Jia Zheng seemed to be shocked for a moment. The painting in his hand also fell on the table, and then he suddenly turned around.
"What did you say?"
Jia Huan's expression was solemn as he repeated righteously.
"I want to join the army."
Hearing Jia Huan's words, Jia Zheng was silent for a moment, frowning and not saying a word.
He seemed a little unhappy, but he was also pleased.
He was unhappy because Jia Zheng was a hypocrite. He usually loved literature the most. When he heard that his son was going to join the army, he was subconsciously unhappy. After all, literature and martial arts were not compatible. It was a little strange that he was born into a family of martial merits.
It was a father's instinct to feel gratified. After all, if his son wanted to improve, as a father, he would feel gratified, even if it was a bastard son that he did not care much about.
"Do you know that the country is fighting wars in the south and north? People are dying at the border all the time.”
"Just last month, the Tartar army killed more than thirty thousand soldiers and injured countless.”
"In the current dynasty, other than those poor and lowly people who are forced to serve, who is willing to join the army? This is going to kill you.”
He did not refuse. Clearly, he did not care much about the life and death of this bastard son.
If Jia Baoyu had said that he wanted to join the army, the entire Rong Mansion would probably have been thrown into chaos.
"This child has made up his mind. Father, please fulfill my wish.”
Jia Huan said in a deep voice.
Jia Zheng was silent for a long time before finally nodding.
"Go back and wait. Father will personally look for my relatives in a few days.”
"You may not be good at literature or martial arts, but you are still a descendant of the Rong Mansion. It would be embarrassing for you to be a big soldier.”
Hearing this, Jia Huan was secretly happy. Even if he was a big soldier, he was confident that he could rise quickly.
However, since he could directly obtain an official position through connections, it was definitely a good thing.
It wasn't that Jia Zheng felt sorry for his bastard son. It was just as he said, it was all for the sake of Rong Mansion's face.
When Jia Huan joined the army, the news did not spread in Rong Mansion. In fact, only Jia Zheng, Lady Wang, and Lady Jia knew about it.
After Grandmother Jia found out, she just waved her hand indifferently and said,"Let him be." Then she went to hug her good grandson, Jia Baoyu, and laughed.
In her heart, even ten thousand Jia Huan could not compare to a single strand of hair on Jia Baoyu.
As for Madam Wang's words, it was similar to what Jia Huan had guessed. This ruthless woman had indeed made a move.
Some of the generals in the army were still willing to give Wang Ziteng's sister face.
"Madam, it's already been arranged."
Zhou Ruijia bowed and said to Madam Wang.
Madam Wang nodded happily.
"This little bastard actually thought of joining the army. Is he trying to gain a reputation and compete with my Baoyu?”
"This time, you won't be able to return. This Jia residence can only be Baoyu's.”
Her method was nothing more than to get some generals in the army to arrange some dangerous missions for Jia Huan. In this way, she could let Jia Huan die on the battlefield without anyone knowing.
This was all a woman could do.
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