Jia Huan lowered his head, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the people kneeling in the main hall.

There are old people with white hair, middle-aged people with gray hair, and young people with black hair.

Some of them were terrified and trembling.

Some call out to heaven and earth and cry to worship their ancestors.

Some people, with their heads hanging down and dared not raise them, but their faces were filled with resentment and fear.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Jia Huan's mouth, and he didn't look back. He said to Jia Yun behind him: "Yun'er, do you know the couplet in front of the door?"

Jia Yun said respectfully: "The third uncle, my nephew recognizes it. The descendants of the children and grandchildren have inherited their blessings and are still in the reign of the people."

Jia Huan smiled softly and said, "You are also the descendant of the Second Duke of Rongning, but you have lived so hard and cold before. Do you think you have received the blessings of your ancestors?"

When Jia Yun heard this, she was silent and said, "I dare not deceive my third uncle. My nephew had complained, but later my nephew figured it out.

Even the house where my nephew lived and the silver rice he received every month were all from the public and were left by his ancestors. This is blessing.

Because my nephew's surname is Jia and lives in the back street, even if I am a strong man in the market, I dare not bully my nephew, a child without a father.

Thinking of this, my nephew naturally received the blessings of his ancestors.

Not to mention that after the third uncle became the head of the family, his nephew's family life was not worse than that of the Duke's Mansion.

In addition to the care of the third uncle, it is also the blessing of the ancestors."

Jia Huan looked back at him with satisfaction and said aloud: "Yes, this is the blessing of our ancestors.

Now you are living well, not because of my love, but because you are upright, self-reliant and motivated.

Even if you are not Jia Yun, you are Jia Qing, Jia Chang, Jia Ling, or other children of the Jia clan, the family has the responsibility to help anyone who is motivated. This is the clan and the patriarch's obligation."

Jia Yun bowed and said, "Uncle San, my nephew dared to think that it is still the third uncle who is fair and strict, and he has good care for his nephew who has no father."

Jia Huan laughed and shook his head, changed the subject, and said, "This time I went to the Western Regions to send troops to release horses, and brought the troops of the 1,55 cities of the military commander.

Most of them are from the city gangsters and scoundrels, they are the real bottom-level people and the most despised.

In order to survive and be honest, they followed me, traveled thousands of miles to fight on the battlefield in order to support their families.

After a battle, even though he had the lead everywhere, there were no 123 people...

Why do they fight with me to the death?

Because they don’t have a good ancestor!

There is no ready-made house in the clan, and there is no silver rice that can survive even if you do nothing all day long.

They are not easy, and they have to fight for their own origins and give their descendants a way out.

These people are those who have not received the blessings of their ancestors.

And the people kneeling in the ancestral hall where the ancestors are located have a house assigned by the tribe.

Those who do not have a living can also receive silver rice that can survive every month.

Their children do not need to be tutored in their studies, and their textbooks, paper, pens and meals are ready-made, and the old Hanlin Academy of Hanlin is also used as their masters.

Whenever they make progress, their family will help them start a business.

What a pity, these scattered people who cannot support the wall will not be able to achieve martial arts without being able to achieve literature and martial arts, and they are highly keen and low-key.

It’s not that I accomplished nothing, but that I never thought about doing things and would only parasitize on the family to suck blood.

If this is the case, I can still tolerate them, after all, we are all the same ancestor...

It's hateful, but they are insatiable and covet the wealth of Ning Mansion.

They colluded with foreign enemies of the Jia family, wanted to remove my clan leader, deprive me of my title, expel my genealogy, and put me to death!

Then, together with foreign enemies of the Jia family, they divided the wealth of the Ningguo Mansion.

Oh!"

On the platform in front of the five main halls, Jia Huan's cold voice echoed in every corner of the ancestral hall and came into the ears of everyone present.

In fact, everyone knows these things.

Of course, most of them don't understand...

Before, they did not think that living in a clan's house and enjoying the silver rice in the public was to receive the blessings of their ancestors.

The Rongning and Ning Mansions have endured the blessings of their ancestors, and Jia Huan, Jia Lian and Jia Baoyu are.

But now, after hearing what Jia Huan and Jia Yun said, it seems that this is true.

However, most of them still don't really understand.

The person who really understands it has no expression on his face...

Since the clan can give, it can also be deprived!!

Once Jia Huan, as the patriarch, takes back the houses of these people who committed crimes and cancels the silver rice produced by the heaven, then those people are probably not even as good as rogues in the market.

And this will be a disaster that will affect the entire family.

If they blamed them only, although they were afraid of being beaten, they would grit their teeth and endure it.

But if the property and property are deprived, it will be a huge family!!

"Huan...Classman, I was wrong, I was really wrong. It was because I drank too much horse pee and was obsessed with it, so I was deceived by the housekeeper of Prince Zhongli's mansion and fell for him.

Clan leader, please spare me this time!"

The first person to react was Jia Xiao, who had always been the least useful person.

Although he was in his forties and fifty years, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Jia Huan with tears in his nose without any hesitation.

Unlike others, the one who kneels on the throne of the ancestors, but not Jia Huan. Most of them have not reacted yet...

Jia Huan looked at him coldly and said lightly: "Yun'er, your sixth uncle begs for mercy. What do you think should you do?"

Jia Yun looked at Jia Xiao with a begging face, and was silent for a while, saying in a deep voice: "Uncle San, the family has family rules and the clan has family rules."

"Bah! The second child in the back porch, what are you worthy of talking about family rules? Your father is raised by a young lady. You, the star of the despair, are worthy of talking in front of the man?"

Although Jia Chi didn't understand what Jia Huan and Jia Yun meant before, he could guess that the two of them must have bad intentions.

If they follow the clan rules, they may be severely punished.

Not to mention, Jia Chi really doesn’t know what crime he is now and what punishment he should be punished.

But no matter what punishment he received, he thought that his descendants of Ningguo's legitimate lineage were many times more noble than Jia Yun!

Moreover, he didn't think that Jia Huan could really do anything to him.

He even despised Jia Xiao, but he was used to being useless. His appearance now made all the faces of the Jia man.

Jia Yun was more calm than many people thought, and was indifferent to Jia Chi's insults.

He has no intention of calculating people who are about to fall into the mud...

Jia Huan looked at Jia Chi coldly and said to Jia Yun: "Yun'er, do you know what crime was it for the ancestors of Ningguo to collude with foreign surnames in the clan rules, deal with their own clan members, divide the property of the clan, and even attempt to murder the clan leader?"

Jia Yun said in a deep voice: "Reply to the words of the third uncle, Ningguo will rule the family with the law. According to the clan rules, such crimes of robbing and colluding with foreign enemies will be punished and killed by a stick!"

"Fuck! Who dares?! I am the legitimate grandson of the Duke of Ning! I don't know how many times more noble than you messy villains! Who dares..."

Jia Chi's face turned pale and he simply stopped kneeling down to his ancestors. He stood up and shouted loudly.

Jia Huan didn't finish hearing his call, and looked back. Two personal soldiers were wearing clothes and walked towards Jia Chi.

Jia Chi's expression changed drastically and he shouted loudly: "This is the ancestral temple of the ancestors. I am the legitimate grandson of Ningguo. Who dares to capture me? Jia Huan, how dare you disrespect your ancestors!"

The whole place was silent. Jia Dairu and Jia Daixiu were trembling. Regardless of the tears of crying ancestors before, he looked at the two Tartar soldiers in horror and forcibly took Jia Chi down.

At this moment, they finally felt panic from the bottom of their hearts.

Jia Huan ignored the panic-looking eyes of these people and said to Jia Yun with a stern face: "Go and get the sword of the ancestor of Ningguo."

After taking a breath, Jia Yun walked through everyone, walked to the altar, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and took off a long sword that was not very good from a red sandalwood frame.

This was the one who was wearing a sword that Ning Guogong stayed in the ancestral hall and used the laws and regulations of the family to protect the family.

Since then, the sword was placed in the ancestral hall, except for being pure and pure.

Today is the first time it was born in a century.

The atmosphere became more and more solemn and tense.

It was not until this moment that someone vaguely remembered that the Jia family's current wealth was not only related to the fact that Yu Yin, the ancestor of Chengze, was also related to the fact that Jia Huan killed in the Western Regions.

But, is he really going to start a massacre in this ancestral temple?

Seeing Jia Huan pulling out his long sword with a "clang" sound, Jia Chi's scream of sternness and slutty ended abruptly.

He swallowed, and his eyes could not hide his fear.

"Brother Huan..."

Just when everyone was so depressed that they even felt difficult to breathe, a sound suddenly sounded.

Jia Huan turned around and looked at it, but it was Jia Zheng.
To be continued...