Chapter 162: The literary spirit is obscured by dust and shady means are used.

“Second sister, there are so many courtyards here, each of you can pick one and move in.”

Jia Cong took a tour and nodded with satisfaction.

The effort is evident in the details, and it is obvious that this mansion was built with great care by the Ministry of Works.

“Brother Cong, is this appropriate?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s connected to the mansion anyway, and outsiders don’t know what’s going on inside, even if they do know.”

“Who dares to gossip about me?”

Jia Cong’s tone was indifferent, but what he said was the truth.

“Just bring the maids you are close to with you. Send away the nannies and wet nurses.”

“There’s no need to move anything, everything is ready here.”

“It’s summer now, let Sister Yuanyang buy you some new jewelry and clothes!”

When practicing, one cannot avoid cultivating immortality!

We must both restrain our desires and release our nature, so that our thoughts will be clear.

The right measure here can only be understood and grasped by yourself.

It is definitely not the result of discipline.

“Sister Xiuyan, please move in with us.”

Jia Cong looked at Xing Xiuyan, who was walking at the back and looked a little uncomfortable, and said comforting words.

“Thank you, Brother Cong.”

……

After leaving the back house, you will see the front yard.

The decoration style here is not elegant, but magnificent and luxurious.

There were Blood-Clothed Guards standing guard at the doorways.

Of the eight hundred Blood-Clothed Guards, two hundred were deployed by Jia Cong to serve as guards in the Marquis’s and the Princess’s mansions, and six hundred were in the farm outside the city.

Rotate every ten days.

It is convenient for Jia Cong to give guidance on cultivation in his spare time.

It’s just that Jia Cong’s front yard is different from that of ordinary wealthy families.

The three courtyards on the east side were connected.

A plaque with the words “Wenhua Courtyard” is hung on the gate of the courtyard.

There are several three-story buildings inside, where tens of thousands of books are arranged in different categories.

There is only one such store in the whole capital.

I don’t know how many powerful people are extremely envious of this.

“Greetings, sir!”

As soon as we entered the Cultural Park, Judge Wen appeared and saluted.

Today, Judge Wen’s clergymanship is not that of Judge Wen under the City God’s Office of Daxing County.

Instead, he was the chief judge of the ten prefectures in Jiangnan Province, a seventh-rank clergyman.

He is Jia Cong’s right-hand man. He hides his identity during the day and works as a housekeeper in the mansion.

At night, Shinto matters are dealt with.

“Master, there are more than 37,000 books in total, and when we classified them previously, there were more than 8,000 duplicates.”

“Mr. Wen helped to remove some rare books that were not suitable for external circulation.”

“I found someone to buy five small buildings in the capital, which are open to poor students for free to borrow and copy.”

The mandarin ducks on the side reported in time.

Yuanyang didn’t know about the existence of Shinto, but she knew that Jia Cong asked Wang Xifeng to open a pharmacy.

It is guessed that Jia Cong wanted to do something good, so he took out his extra books and built five libraries in the city for poor students to borrow.

“I haven’t reported this to you yet. The person in charge of this matter is Jia Yun from the fifth sister-in-law’s family in the back street.”

“He came to me for help before, and I thought he was pretty smart, so I let him handle this matter.”

“Well done, Sister Yuanyang.”

Jia Cong nodded approvingly.

Jia Yun was from a branch of the Jia family, a member of the Cao generation, one generation younger than Jia Cong.

Smart, eloquent, filial and righteous.

He is one of the few capable people in the Jia family.

This kind of good deed may not make any difference at first glance.

But over time, the accumulated merits are not a small number.

“Tell Jia Yun to come into the mansion and let me see him later.”

“Yes, slave, I obey!”

……

The group walked into the library and saw a thin figure reading a book at a desk.

It was Jia Lan from the second house, but there was a bruise on his face.

Hearing the noise, Jia Lan raised his head and bowed hurriedly.

“Greetings to Uncle San, and aunts!”

“Lan’er, is the Imperial College closed today?”

A gleam of light flashed in Jia Cong’s eyes, and he saw that a hint of literary aura was already growing in Jia Lan.

A look of approval appeared on his face.

“In reply to Third Uncle, the Imperial College is closed every half a month, so it was the teacher who asked Lan’er to go back home and rest for two days…”

Jia Lan lost his father at a young age.

With the food, clothing and other expenses for the year in the academy, plus admission to the Imperial College, one can study freely in this cultural academy that is envied by countless people.

It’s all because of Jia Cong.

Although they had only met once, she admired and was extremely grateful to Jia Cong in her heart.

“How did you get that wound on your face?”

“This… Lan’er had a conflict with several classmates from Prince Yi Zhong’s mansion a few days ago.”

“So the teacher asked you to take a temporary leave of absence and come back.”

Jia Cong nodded slightly. No wonder most of the books in front of Jia Lan were of this type.

“Anyone who avenges an enemy shall write it down in writing to the scholar, and the murderer shall be blameless.”

“Can revenge be taken after nine generations? Even after a hundred generations.” And so on.

Originally, I wanted to try to see if I could learn some Confucian or Taoist methods from it.

However, the literary spirit has just begun to grow, and it is absolutely impossible to use any Confucian or Taoist magic in the first realm.

“Lan’er, let me ask you, why do those who are righteous have many supporters, while those who are unrighteous have few supporters?”

“To answer Uncle San, this sentence comes from Mencius.”

“It means that a monarch who can implement “benevolent governance” will have many people helping and supporting him, while a monarch who does not implement “benevolent governance” will have few people supporting and helping him.”

“Teach us to be kind.”

“wrong!”

“The former Prince of Beijing, Shui Rong, opened the granaries many times to release grain, and his reputation as a wise king spread throughout the capital, but what about now?”

“King Lee Ok-chul of Joseon has been on the throne for several years and has reduced taxes three times, which can be considered a benevolent policy. But what is the result?”

“Half a month ago, I sent people to kill most of the Li royal family.”

“Uncle San means…” Jia Lan’s face suddenly understood.

“They have many helpers and a large number of people. We will kill them until they are reduced to a few, until no one dares to help them anymore.”

“Remember, the rich and powerful families in the capital can have tigers, wolves, or even wild dogs at the head of their households, but they cannot have sheep.”

“Let me ask you again, what should we do if we cannot defeat them?”

“Ask Third Uncle for help. As far as Third Uncle is concerned, I am right. The help of Third Uncle alone is better than the help of all of them.”

After this little advice, Jia Lan’s spirit and energy underwent a drastic change.

When thoughts are clear, the literary spirit will naturally shine.

“Sure enough.”

As Jia Cong spoke, he took out a great scholar’s treasure that looked like a brush.

Thirty divine powers were infused into it.

“Tomorrow you go to school with this pen. When you meet them, just throw the pen away.”

“Thank you, uncle!”

Jia Lan took the treasure respectfully.

“Go back. You don’t need to study today. Go back and spend some time with your sister-in-law.”

“People should remember hatred, but they should not be dominated or controlled by hatred.”

“It’s too early for you to read books like Gongyang Zhuan.”

“Yes, Third Uncle, aunts, Lan’er is leaving!”

……

“Cong’er, this doesn’t seem right…”

After Jia Lan left, Yingchun frowned and spoke.

“It’s nothing more than discovering that Lan’er has literary talent at the age of five, and I’m worried that there will be another master in the family in the future.”

“The one who wants to suppress Lan’er is just a tarnished figure.”

“It’s a shady and underhanded method that can’t be shown on the stage.”

Jia Cong sneered.

Those who are valued by Jia Cong in the mansion are actually under the attention of the City God and ghosts.

The reason why he didn’t report it was that he felt it was not the right time, and it also meant training Jia Lan.

Even if Jia Cong didn’t find out about this.

Once Jia Lan really shows signs of losing his literary talent, the ghosts and gods will take direct action.

……

(End of this chapter)