Luck in the heavens starts from the Red Mansion

Boo hoo hoo…

Pebbles were flying like a goddess scattering flowers, and the remote small pond suddenly became lively, and the sound of "dong-dong-dong" could not be heard.

Water splashed, stone chips flew, and the roots of flowers and plants were broken. It looked like a mess that had been ravaged by naughty children.

The pebbles thrown may seem chaotic, but if there is a master of concealed weapons present, he will definitely notice something unusual.

The angle and force of the pebbles flying are all different!

As a result, he was able to hit anywhere within ten meters. Such hidden weapons were quite astonishing.

On Goldfinger's virtual light screen, the progress bar in the hidden weapon column reached an astonishing 70%, which can explain a lot.

Jia Huan saw clearly that firing a concealed weapon was simply a matter of technique.

As long as you understand factors such as power, angle, wind direction, etc., after a long period of extensive testing, and have a golden finger to determine whether you are on the right path, it is quite simple to improve.

It can be said that Jia Huan at this time is definitely an extremely powerful master of hidden weapons.

Of course, due to physical strength and other reasons, the area where the hidden weapon can function is only less than ten meters. Beyond that, it basically loses its power.

But within a ten-meter area, he could use pebbles as hidden weapons to kill even heavy infantrymen wearing heavy armor!

By this time, he can be considered to have certain attack methods!

As the sky gradually darkened, Jia Huan stopped his seemingly random hidden weapon training and slowly returned to his small courtyard to rest.

When passing by the main courtyard of the second bedroom, there was a joyful atmosphere here.

I just don’t know what Mr. Zheng Er thinks?

After all, Wang Xifeng had openly supported two thousand taels of silver for this promotion. Although this money belonged to the public, the second master of Renqingzheng had to pay it back.

In comparison, Mrs. Wang, who has nothing to lose, is a bit too much.

A few days passed by, and the official document from the Ministry of Personnel finally came down.

Then, Mr. Zheng Er was dumbfounded!

Different from the imaginary Hubu Cangchang Yamen, he was transferred to Taipusi Temple and served as the Shaoqing of Taipusi Temple in charge of raising horses. He was promoted to a fourth-grade official position!

To be honest, he was promoted twice in a row this time, but he just couldn't be happy.

You know, the official document of the Ministry of Personnel clearly states that he is the Shaoqing of Taipu Temple who is responsible for raising horses!

Damn it, Master Zheng feels so depressed just thinking about it!

Compared with Cangchang Yamen, the rank of Shaoqing from Taipu Temple is naturally higher, but he does real mundane duties, not even mundane duties.

If all the official documents hadn't been issued and the cabinet had not printed them, he would have really wanted to quit.

The joyful atmosphere in Rong Mansion almost dissipated.

The foreign stewards, as well as the wives and mothers-in-law who originally wanted to flatter him, were now keeping silent, fearing that their performance would attract the attention of Mr. Zheng and spread his anger on them.

"How is this going?"

Mr. Zheng Er, who returned to the big study, looked unhappy and muttered something unclear.

All the Qing guests looked at each other in confusion, but they felt that the position of Shaoqing of Taipu Temple was quite good.

After all, he is a fourth-rank official, and he is also the deputy chief officer of one of the Jiuqing Yamen, which is tied with the Sixth Department. His future is quite bright.

Of course, they can also understand Master Zheng's displeasure.

It was obvious that Mr. Zheng was not good at mundane affairs, so he was transferred to Taipus Temple to be responsible for such mundane affairs as raising horses. It was simply a slap in the face.

It's a pity that the Qingke ministers don't understand the secrets of Liubu Yamen at all.

Departments like the Personnel Department are almost in a state of darkness.

If they don't even know the specific situation, how can they judge the underlying problems and then come up with solutions?

"Master, you are afraid that someone has tricked you, and you must find the person!"

Jia Huan affirmed his position: "If he can trick the master in the official department today, he may cause trouble to the master at critical moments in the future!"

"Such a guy must be found. Just like the censor who impeached the master, he must find an opportunity to teach him a lesson, otherwise there will be great hidden dangers in the future!"

"There are many such things in the history books. Some people are just disgusting people and do some thankless things just to vent their anger!"

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Mr. Zheng Er's expression softened slightly, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

After all, even the Clay Bodhisattva would get angry if someone insulted her so hard.

Mr. Zheng Er prides himself on being a scholar, but he comes from a top-notch noble family. How could he have no temper? He just rarely does anything outside.

"Discuss this with the old lady and Brother Zhen!"

Jia Huan said without hesitation: "The other party is so disrespectful and dares to trick the master at such a critical moment. That is to go against our Ning Rong Second Mansion. It is no longer the master's business alone!"

"Besides, the master has just taken over a new position, so it's best not to be too aggressive!"

"It is the best thing for the clan to come forward to solve the problem!"

Jia Huan talks eloquently and has the style of a counselor who can discuss the world with his ideas and win the battle thousands of miles away.

The Qingke ministers were envious and jealous, and they also wanted to perform so well in front of the second master Zheng.

Unfortunately, my knowledge and ability are limited, but I secretly made up my mind to study history books carefully when I return, and at least improve my abilities.

Otherwise, if the opportunity comes again in the future and you are not capable enough to seize it, it will be in vain.

The second master Zheng also acted in a rare and resolute manner this time. After bidding farewell to the Qingke ministers, he took Jia Huan directly towards Rongqing Hall.

There was no other way. Mr. Zheng, who was a self-proclaimed scholar, felt that he couldn't say many things, so he naturally had to ask Jia Huan to help deliver them. He was also quite suitable.

I followed Mr. Zheng Er to Rongqing Hall and entered the main hall without any notification.

While following Master Zheng to greet Jia's mother, Jia Huan felt a little funny in her heart.

In the past, the old lady never gave him a chance to show his face to Rongqing Hall, and even during the Chinese New Year, he was not allowed to come to pay New Year greetings and collect red envelopes.

Unexpectedly, this time he came as an aide to the second master of politics.

Facing the old lady's unabashed scrutiny, Jia Huan pretended not to notice, sat upright behind Mr. Zheng, and moved a chair to sit down.

Damn, the young man has no intention of hugging the old lady's thigh, so naturally he is not interested in the old lady's expression and reaction, nor does he feel any uneasiness.

Not only the old lady, but also Mrs. Wang who came behind, Master Pardon and Mrs. Xing also looked surprised to see Jia Huan present, as if they had seen something incredible.