Ji Changze was recuperating in the house. Naturally, he didn't know what was going on outside, but fortunately he still had a loyal servant named Tianmo.
This boy is young, has a sweet mouth, and is the personal servant of Brother Ninth who is kept by his wife. In the entire Hou Mansion, no matter what he does, the servants are willing to give him a little favor.
Tim Mo was also afraid that Ji Changze would be bored sitting alone in the house, so he would ask around for gossip every day to share with his master.
The next morning, he told the story about the big quarrel between his wife and the master.
"I don't know what the reason for the quarrel was. The master was very angry. I went to Aunt Hu's house yesterday. I heard that she even scolded the eldest brother. She also said that the eldest brother was weak because of the medicine he drank. He needed to stop taking the medicine. Woolen cloth."
Tim Mo's face was full of joy: "Fortunately, Madam rushed over quickly and moved Mr. Hou out. Mr. Hou sent someone to take him away, otherwise the eldest brother would have been frightened and wouldn't be allowed to drink medicine. I’m not sure what to do yet.”
Ji Changze listened quietly, thoughtfully.
In the memory of the original owner, Mr. Ji always appeared in front of him as an image of severe reprimands, but the original owner, who had always held grudges, did not remember his father's grudge. Instead, he respected and yearned for him more and more.
After all, in the original owner's mind, if his father didn't value him, how could he care about his studies.
Didn't you see that among so many brothers, apart from the eldest brother, was he the only one who would be reprimanded by his father
But if you think about it carefully, every time Mr. Ji suddenly comes out to scold his son, it is after he and Mrs. Ji have finished their conflict.
He couldn't talk to Mrs. Ji, and he couldn't make Mrs. Ji sad by doting on concubines like he did when they first got married. After all, Mrs. Ji had no interest in him now, and even if he brought back a hundred concubines, she would only Will tell the other party whatever.
So Master Ji came to scold her two precious sons.
He made Mrs. Ji feel distressed by hitting Ji Changze and the sickly elder brother, but she couldn't say anything. After all, he was the father of two children. It was only natural for a father to teach his children. If she stopped him, it would not only be useless, It will also give rise to the reputation of a loving mother with many failed children.
Mr. Ji is in his early forties this year and has been an official for twenty years. He has a group of children, thirteen daughters and twenty-two sons. Whether he is out or at home, he is in a good mood.
Is he relying on himself
No, he relies on Mr. Hou's father when he goes out, and Mrs. Ji helps him take care of the housework and takes care of the children at home.
Otherwise, with his temperament that he only cares about beauty and takes concubines regardless of his family background, and doesn't even bother to look at a child after giving birth, the backyard would have been in chaos long ago.
Not only was he ashamed of this, but he also used his child as a tool to suppress Mrs. Ji.
It's hard to describe.
As expected by Ji Changze, Tim Mozheng said that Young Master So-and-so had a fight with Young Master So-and-so, and Miss So-and-so embroidered a pillow for Mrs. Ji with her own hands. When Mrs. Ji praised her, she closed it down because he was recuperating. The door of the room was opened vigorously from the outside.
Master Ji walked in.
To be honest, Mr. Ji has good facial features, but his long-term indulgence has caused him to age much faster than his peers. Coupled with two big tears and dark circles under his eyes, wrinkles on his face and a long beard, he is clearly in his forties. Years old, he is definitely much older than his peers.
And when he had a cold face, he looked even older.
He first glanced at the servants in the room and said coldly: "Get out of here!"
The servants looked at Ji Changze with worried faces, especially Tian Mo, who almost had worry written on his face.
Ji Changze also shivered in cooperation, holding Tim Mo's hand to prevent him from leaving as if he was very scared.
In fact, when the two of them were close, he quickly whispered to Tim Mo: "Go and ask someone to ask Grandpa to help."
Tim Mo nodded quickly. In the courtyard where the old man lived, Brother Jiu was closest. If he wanted to ask an elder for help, naturally the old man would be faster.
The other servants were not at ease, but after all, Mr. Ji was their serious master. No matter how much they didn't want to leave Ji Changze alone, they could only go out with one step and three turns.
Ji Changze was still thinking about how to treat Mr. Ji, but now he saw him clearing people out by himself, and he was immediately happy.
He was just thinking about how difficult it would be to reply in front of so many servants.
This is really like having someone give you a pillow when you feel sleepy.
Master Ji didn't notice the expression on his son's face. When the people were cleared away, he started to fire:
"I looked through your homework, what happened to you? How did you end up like this?! Did all the books you read for so many years end up in a dog's belly?"
This is probably the only smart thing about Mr. Ji. Every time he comes to express his anger at his sons, he always finds an excuse.
Isn't it normal for a father to be angry with his son for not doing well in his homework
The original owner used to think it was normal, and even thought that if his father didn't care about him, why would he care so much about his homework? He was strict because he wanted him to become a talented person.
Now...
The little boy on the bed seemed to want to get out of bed and salute, but as soon as he got up, he seemed to have no strength. He could only lean on the head of the bed and explain in a low voice:
"My son caught wind and cold before and was dizzy. His writing was inevitably worse than before. My husband also knew this and allowed his son to go home to recuperate."
Mr. Ji did not receive a frightened apology from his son, and was stunned for a second without reacting.
what happened.
In the past, didn’t this son always apologize directly and then fall into self-blame with guilt on his face
Why did he explain it honestly
After reacting, Master Ji became even more angry.
Especially looking at the expression on Ji Changze's face that said "It's not my fault, why do you blame me?"
He came here specifically to make his son wilt down after being scolded so that Mrs. Ji would know the consequences of going against him, not to hear an explanation.
"I won't go to school at the slightest hint of cold, and I won't be able to endure even the slightest hardship. No matter how you take the scientific examination in the future, if you were placed in a poor family, you would have starved to death!"
"You really followed your own mother's lowly behavior. How come my noble family has an heir like you who doesn't know how to make progress?"
Saying this to any thirteen-year-old boy will definitely make him feel ashamed and inferior, making him want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
However, Ji Changze is not.
He raised his eyes as if he was very angry. Not only did he not lower his head and repent as his father wanted, but he replied again:
"If the father thought that his son's biological mother was low, why would he take her as his concubine? If the son's biological mother was low and unworthy of his father, how could the son be born?"
Seeing Master Ji stunned, Ji Changze continued to type: "Father said that his son didn't know how to make progress, but father, didn't you still fail to get on the list several times in the exam? Why are you still angry when your son follows you like this?"
Master Ji looked in disbelief at the son in front of him who dared to argue with him, and his face was livid with anger.
"You! How dare you talk about being a father?!"
Ji Changze: "My son doesn't dare."
"Isn't what my son told the truth?"
Do you dare? Anyway, the door is closed and no one can hear you. So what if he gets angry
"you you!"
Even though Mr. Ji looks like he is enjoying the spring breeze every day, but that is only for his friends and at home.
He is nothing in the court, and this is also Mr. Ji's own concern.
Now that he was exposed by his thirteen-year-old son, how could he not become angry with shame
Mr. Ji's hands were shaking with anger. He pointed at Ji Changze for a long time, and finally decided to solve the problem by force. He looked around the room for several times and couldn't find anything suitable for him, so he turned around and pushed the door angrily.
The servants outside were standing quietly when they suddenly saw Mr. Ji looking around the yard with an angry face for a few times, then picked up the stick used to poke fallen leaves from the trees, and then rushed into the house again.
Then almost immediately Ji Changze's panicked voice came from inside the house: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming! Father is going to beat me to death!!"
Tim Mo reacted first, rushed in and stood in front of Ji Changze's bed: "Master! Master, we can't fight! Brother Ninth is still feverish, and his injuries haven't healed yet!"
Ji Changze showed his head behind Tian Mo, with a sad expression on his face: "The doctor said that my son should take a good rest, otherwise his condition will definitely get worse. Father, even if you are very angry, wait until your son recovers, and your son will be at your disposal."
As he spoke, he seemed to be stimulated by Master Ji's behavior and coughed violently: "Cough cough cough cough cough, father, please love and love your son, cough cough..."
"Brother Ninth, Brother Ninth, are you okay??"
Tim Mo was startled and quickly knelt down:
"Master, we really can't beat him. Look at how badly Brother Ninth has been beaten. Please, Master, please let Brother Ninth go today!"
The servants next to me also knelt down beside the bed and begged: "Please, Master, please let Brother Ninth go."
He was so angry that he didn't even touch Ji Changze with a finger, and now he inexplicably turned into Ji Changze like this. Master Ji who he beat out: "???"
He was so angry that the hand holding the stick was shaking: "You cheap slaves dare to stop me? Get away!!"
There was a commotion in the house, and Mrs. Ji, who hurried over after receiving the news, arrived with her people.
She also knew that she might not be able to stop Mr. Ji if he really committed a crime, so she gritted her teeth and sent someone to the old Marquis to ask for help.
"What is this fuss about?!"
As soon as she saw the stick in Master Ji's hand and the little son hiding behind Tim Mo, her face darkened.
Master Ji sneered when he saw her coming.
This is the cleverness of him driving people out just now. No one knows what he said to Ji Changze just now. So what he said to Ji Changze just now can only be described by him as a father. .
After all, how could a son dare to refute his father's words
Master Ji cleared his throat, regained his composure, and said, "Look at the good son you taught, he..."
"Mother!!! Mother!!!"
Ji Changze, who was protected by Tian Mo on the bed, let out a sad cry, as if struggling to get up from the bed, staggering and hiding behind Mrs. Ji who took his hand with a distressed look on her face.
Mr. Ji's eyes widened as he watched Ji Changze, who had been stabbing him lukewarmly when no one was around, immediately became weak, pitiful and aggrieved as soon as he arrived at Mrs. Ji's side.
It looked as if the person who just stabbed his painful spot was not him.
Ji Changze sobbed and complained with a sad look on his face:
"Mother! My father said that his son didn't know how to make progress. He also said that his son had followed the lowliness of his biological mother. Just now, he even beat his son with a stick. Mother, I don't know what my son has done wrong. To make my father hate me so much, I can only say nothing. Leave it to my father."
"But father actually said that a filial son emerges from under a stick. Even if he beat me to death today, no one would be able to control him."
With that said, Ji Changze looked back at the stunned Master Ji and the old Marquis who had just entered the yard.
Added another sentence: "I also said that grandfather...grandfather can't control it."
"You think this will work?"
Mr. Ji, who had always been the best at lecturing his son behind closed doors and avoiding the most important when the door was opened, almost laughed out loud at this familiar slap on the back.
"You traitor!! Don't talk about your mother or grandfather today. Even if my grandfather comes, I will still beat you to death here!"
Ji Changze shrank, as if he was extremely frightened, and with red eyes pitifully called out to the courtyard door: "Grandpa."
Mr. Ji sneered: "It's useless even if you call me grandfather, he is in charge of heaven and earth, so why can I beat my son?! I am very..."
He looked at Mrs. Ji Changzeji who was staring behind him, his words stopped suddenly, and he finally realized something.
Keeping the posture of holding the stick in hand, slowly, slowly turned around and faced the expressionless face of the old Marquis.
"Father, father..."
The old Marquis stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."
Mr. Ji: "..."
He carefully handed over the stick, and when the other party raised the stick, he tried to tell the other party the truth: "Father, listen to my explanation, I... don't hit, don't hit..."
"Ouch!!!!"