The Red Mansions

Chapter 24 Inquiry
While the few people were talking, they headed towards the flower hall next to the school grounds, where the guests and the host were seated.

The servant brought the tea, and Jia Heng quickly thanked him.

Feng Ziying told the story of meeting Jia Heng, and then continued: "Father, brother Jia Heng is just learning archery, and the two stone bows in his hands are not suitable for practice, and the one stone bow is too light, so my son brought him here to pick out a good bow. "

Feng Tang said with a smile: "I still have a lot of bows hidden in the storeroom, with all kinds of pulls. Right now, I'm eating ashes in the storeroom. Boy Jia came just in time. Pick one and use it first, so it won't make the treasure dusty...Jining, Choose two bows from one stone to two stone in the treasury, and let Jia Xiaozi choose."

The majestic and powerful general naturally has a collection of many bows, which were originally stored in the warehouse, but in the end... they were actually gifted to others.

Jia Heng cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Uncle Shi."

Feng Tang smiled and said: "Why are you being polite? You have practiced your archery well, and you will kill a few more Tartars for my big man in the northern border. I will thank you."

Jia Heng said with emotion: "If there comes a day, it will be Jia Heng who will be a big man, kill the enemy and serve the country. He will not dare to be an uncle to thank him for his duties."

This is really not what he likes, and he only picks beautiful words to listen to Feng Tang. In another ten or eight years, the Tartars will ravage the Central Plains, and the clothes of the Han family will sink and be crushed under the iron hooves of the alien race. As the son of the Han family, Naturally, I want to save the sky!
Hearing this, Feng Tang showed joy on his face, twisted his black beard under his chin with his hands, and laughed heartily: "I love hearing what you say, Boy Jia!"

Several people talked for a while, the more Feng Tang looked at Jia Heng, the happier he was.

Not long after, the family general brought a few servants, brought six bows in total, put them on the long stool, and said with a smile: "Master, these are two bows for one stone five, these are two bows for one stone six, and this is one bow bow for one stone." Two bows for Eight Fighters."

Feng Tang smiled, looked at Jia Heng and said, "Try it."

Jia Heng nodded, stepped forward, and first picked up a bow with five buckets of stone. It was a riding bow. It was moderately soft and hard. The whole body was black and heavy, with goshawks in relief.

Under the watchful eyes of Feng Tang, Feng Ziying and all the generals of the Feng family, Jia Heng's face was calm, his breath sank to his dantian, his arms were flat, his bow was drawn like a full moon, and the arrow was on the string. He aimed at the distant target for a while, and suddenly relaxed Open, the bowstring vibrates, the sound is like a thunderbolt, and it lasts for a long time, but the arrow...doesn't hit the target.

Seeing the gleaming tiger eyes, Feng Tang smiled more resolutely and squarely, and said: "This bow is still light, if you practice it, it's still a bit light."

As Feng Tang said, this bow is still a bit light for Jia Heng.

Jia Heng pulled it a few more times, then let it go.

"Try this one stone and six fights. I guess this bow should be in hand. After the archery is practiced, it will be cheaper to use the two stone bow." Feng Tang pointed to a bow and looked at Jia Heng's tiger eyes. Among them, it is already the gentleness and approval of the children and nephews.

How great was the Second Lord Ningrong back then, he rode his horses deep into the desert, chasing death and chasing the north, the borderlands have been peaceful for nearly [-] years, I thought that after several generations of him, the descendants would be fascinated by wealth and glory, and would no longer have the courage and blood. I don't want to have such an anomaly.

Now that the country's frontier affairs are difficult, if he can train a cavalry general for a big man, why would he be grudged by these few bows?

In his heart, the old general did not have the influence of the Jia family's resurgence with military exploits and the reunion of the old army, but only the joy of selecting talents for the country and passing the torch from generation to generation.

According to Jia Heng's words, he picked up a whole-bodied maroon bow and pulled it. Sure enough, as Feng Tang said, it is more applicable than the one-stone bow.

I tried again with one stone and one stone, and after pulling it down, I can pull it away freely, but I guess it will be exhausted after three to fifty pulls.

Jia Heng knew that this stone six fights should be the most suitable strength for him to practice archery, turned his head to look at Feng Tang, and said with a smile: "Shibo, I will choose this one."

Feng Tang twirled his beard under his chin, and said with a loud smile, "Then this one! But this two-stone bow, the old man also keeps it for you, a man should draw such a bow."

As he spoke, he picked up a hard brown bow embossed with horned dragons, and pulled it at will. The bow was like a full moon, and the arrow hit the string.

Jia Heng's face was serious, and he praised: "Shi Bo really has good physical strength!"

Feng Tang laughed, and said, "You also take this bow with you."

Feng Ziying looked proud, and said with a smile: "Father, your horned dragon bow was given to you by Prince Dongping, so it can be regarded as finding an owner for him."

Everyone was talking, and it was getting late, Feng Tang asked the kitchen to bring up the venison, a jug of wine, and talked while drinking.

After a few cups of hot wine, the wine is very hot.

Feng Ziying started to talk about how good Jia Heng's boxing and kicking skills were, and he fought the enemy with one hand in Ningrong Street in the middle of the noon, beating a few evil slaves all over the place looking for their teeth.

"Father, you haven't seen that one-handed gesture, and that strike, it's too clean and neat." Feng Ziying thought for a while, but couldn't think of any words, swallowed sharply, and said : "It's like hanging a picture."

Jia Heng took a small sip from the wine cup, smiled and said nothing.

There is a saying that beating people with internal boxing is like hanging a painting. The internal boxing method he practiced, whether it is the posture or the temperament of a master, is very well grasped.

Holding the wine bowl in his hand, Feng Tang listened with a smile, but there was surprise on Gang Meng's face, and he asked, "Why did Boy Jia conflict with the people in the East Mansion?"

This immediately reached the key point, and made Feng Ziying stop the wine cup in his hand and look at Jia Heng.

Jia Heng put down the wine cup in his hand, and said calmly: "This matter is hard to explain..."

As he said that, he explained the conflict with Jia Zhen and his son in detail.

"Brother Zhen asked Brother Rong to lure me first. Seeing that the lure failed, he pressured me as the patriarch and asked the evil slave to find me. My nephew was also forced to do nothing. This is a small punishment and a big punishment." After Jia Heng finished speaking, Qing Juan's face Shang also showed a bit of helplessness at the right time, picked up the wine cup and drank a cup.

Feng Ziying's face turned serious, she looked at her father with pleading eyes, and called out: "Father..."

He used to think that it was not easy for children and nephews to meddle in Jia's family, and his words didn't carry much weight at all.

If it's his father... However, the father's temperament is jealous, if he can make peace with him, maybe...

Feng Tang frowned tightly, and there was a bit of inexplicable color in his pair of sharp and energetic tiger eyes, and asked: "Then Jia boy, how do you plan to solve this matter?"

Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "This matter is so unreasonable, it's just a matter of reason, I have already punished Lai Sheng and his gang of evil servants in the East Mansion. I have made some calculations, and I still need to ask Shibo some key points."

Feng Tangdao: "This procrastination decision is feasible. Oh, I don't know what is the key point?"

Hearing this, Jia Heng felt a bit more at ease, knowing that this old General Feng was emotionally inclined to him in this matter.

In fact, Feng Tang's inquiry just now had already tilted his attitude towards him, but he really couldn't imagine why Feng Tang had such favor on him.

This general has a bold and generous disposition, but in fact he has a delicate mind and is serious and meticulous. It is said that it is not easy for him to intervene in the affairs of the Jia family.

However, it is also good to be able to ask key questions.

Thinking of this, Jia Heng got up, looked serious, cupped his hands and said: "Heng has a few questions to ask Uncle Shi."

Seeing this, Feng Tang couldn't help laughing and said, "Nephew, you don't need to be so polite, just sit down first."

This boy is not very old, he treats people well, he is mature and reserved, he is totally different from the members of Jia's family, it is really surprising.

Jia Heng said sternly: "Actually, after beating Lai Sheng, although the East Mansion was angry, there was nothing I could do."

Feng Tang nodded, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, and said: "This matter, Jia boy, you are stubbornly holding on to the reason, the evil slave bullies the master, if you don't fight over, you will be underestimated, and the Dongfu can display it The means are also limited.”

Jia Heng nodded, and took a deep breath. The words of this martial arts general also supported his judgment.

The evil slave blocks the way, insults him with insulting words, no matter how desolate he is, he still has the word "Jia" on his head, and the blood of Ning Guogong flows on his body, how can such an evil servant be allowed to deceive the Lord in broad daylight?

But next...

(End of this chapter)