God, this world is really scared! Seeing Jia Baoyu sitting in his position, taking out a few boxes of rouge and fiddling with them, Jia Cong looked up at the sky, and after his daughter's anger, he understood what it meant to be true fat powder.

However, Jia Cong didn't know that Jia Baoyu and Qin Zhong's eye contact and behavior patterns were actually nothing in Jiafu's family studies. Xue Pan, the heavyweight of the real finale, didn't come to school today?

The picture of everyone competing for the wind and being jealous and currying favor with Xue Pan is so beautiful that you can't look at it directly. Jia Cong's behavior of looking up at the sky could not be maintained, because Jia Dairu came to class.

This Jia Dairu is really an old Confucian, and the teaching method is also extraordinary, full of students, no matter what big or small, new or old, only holding this book of poetry, reading it throughout, whether they understand it or not, let the students read and write it as usual, and his old man sat on the platform, listened for a while, and left some homework to copy the Wen book, and it was over for a day.

As for the homework left behind, he was sentenced once every three days and five days, regardless of the order of strokes, he smeared it indiscriminately, and drew a circle horizontally and vertically to finish the work.

There are really students who can't read or write, and they still want to be motivated, so they run to ask Mrs. Jia. Mrs. Jia immediately blew her beard and glared at the students for being stubborn, pasting their brains, and ruthlessly going down dozens of boards, beating the students to refresh and sober their minds, and finally called the students' fathers and brothers to apologize.

How can others know these inside information, seeing that Mrs. Jia beat students, they have to say that Mrs. Jia is really a rare strict teacher.

The teachers Jia Cong had seen in his previous life, although they had different personalities and different dedications, no matter how irresponsible the teachers were, they were willing to spend some effort to give lectures to students when they met students who were willing to improve.

Jia Cong was dumbfounded, and after a long time, he showed a wry smile and let out a repeated sigh in his heart, this Jiafu family study is a pill!

In such an environment, what kind of talent and family education should someone who can still become a talent?

Like Jia Lan, in the future, such as Jia Huan, the poems he does are better than Jia Lan, if he changes to a serious teaching gentleman, I don't know what kind of creation?

Thinking about it from this, Jia Dairu is an old Confucian, and how many children have missed their studies.

Pills, Jiafu family learn to live the pills!

Jia Cong, who didn't realize that he had turned into a pill party, quickly calmed down and said the pill ten thousand times, but it didn't have the slightest effect on changing the status quo.

Instead of babbling and complaining and making assumptions, why not base yourself on the present moment and think about what you should do?

If Jia Cong is a few years older, he may have the ability to do it, but now, it is too difficult.

Of course, not being able to change the home learning environment does not mean that Jia Cong has to accept it, as a traverser, he has not only extensive knowledge, but also flexible thinking......

Jia Cong read for a long time and had lunch, Jia Dairu stopped coming, and Jia Rui was in charge of everything in the school.

Others may be afraid that Jia Rui will take care of the appointment, but Jia Cong knows that none of the decent masters of Rongning Erfu take Jia Rui seriously, so he glanced at Jia Huan, got up and dressed neatly, and told Jia Rui that he and Jia Huan had something to do and left first.

Jia Rui bullied Jia Cong and Jia Huan when they were young, wanting to ask for benefits, so he rolled his eyes and only said that he wanted to go back to Jia Dairu.

Jia Cong was not afraid at all, looked at Sun Ying'er, and said with a smile: "Uncle Rui will go early and return early, and we will rush back to see my brother." ”

As soon as Jia Cong lifted Jia Lian out, Jia Rui immediately shrank, and then remembered that Jia Cong was not Jia Huan, and Jia Lian was not a temperless brother like Baoyu.

Jia Rui laughed twice, although he was uncomfortable, he could only nod and let Jia Cong and Jia Huan go.

Jia Cong and Jia Huan took the little girl to go to school, Jia Huan trotted a few steps, jumped up, jumped around, made a fuss, and pulled Jia Cong and said, "Let's watch the juggling and listen to the story." ”

"Wait, where is the bookstore with the most bookstores? ”

"What are you doing at the bookstore?"

Jia Huan was puzzled.

Jia Cong smiled: "In order to prevent the people in the mansion from asking, find a reason first." ”

Jia Huan understood, and smiled brightly: "Brother Cong, you are still clever." ”

Although in the book of sages, it is written that the reader is poor and happy, and the emphasis is on the wind and bones, and it is the food and drink, and it does not change its pleasure, but the bookshop that sells books is not the slightest bit poor and sour, and the floors and pavilions facing the street are full of red lanterns, and the joy of silk and bamboo is endless.

The lights in the store are dazzling, the shelves are full of people, and people come and go, so it is not prosperous.

"This is called Bookstore Street, and the whole street is full of bookstores, and those students and scholars who have tried and failed to do so all sell articles here. ”

Jia Huan's uncle, Zhao Guoji, explained with a smile on his face. On the wall next to the door is a big red piece of paper, which reads: "This workshop has received the secret ...... of the Su family's school"

"Our store is new to a certain section of the champion selection and evaluation of thirty articles. ”

"Our store self-engraved copperplate ......"

Jia Cong smiled, which reminded him of the bookstore at the gate of the school in his previous life, and the newly arrived teaching and auxiliary books were also advertised like this, which was really nostalgic.

As soon as Jia Cong and the others stopped at the door for a while, a guy came out to greet them: "Two sons, but you want to buy books...... Come in and pick up. ”

The bookstore is not small just by looking at the door, but when you enter the room, you can see that it is even more sparse, and the hall is full of bookshelves, arranged in an orderly manner, and the fragrance of ink is overflowing.

"I would like to ask how much this article costs ......"

A Confucian in his early twenties, dressed in a blue cotton cloth, looked around for a long time before whispering to the man.

The guy compared the numbers, and Confucius's face suddenly changed, "What's the price?"

The guy was not angry: "So that the son knows that this ink scroll is only sold for a while, so it is naturally at this price." If the son is famous, this article is different. ”

The great god has a thousand words, a few cents or a penny for a thousand words on the street, and he has to post the Internet fee and electricity bill, which is the case in any era.

Jia Cong, who was watching coldly from the sidelines, was nervous in his heart, the price is related to status and identity.

Don't say anything about the nonsense that was buried before death, sought after after death, and comforted, people are dead, no matter how beautiful and famous they are, it is not beneficial to the original author himself.

is like this Red Mansion and Red Studies, how many experts and scholars have been supported by later generations, how many manuscript fees have been gained, and how many eyeballs have been earned, however, these are meaningless to Cao Dada's situation of raising porridge and starving his young son to death during his lifetime.

If Cao Da is allowed to choose, I believe that he would rather be like Xu Dada, and he can use his works to solve the difficulties of life before his death.

Xu Dada's first god, although it is not among the four majors, but in the genre of classical gods and demons novels, it is also a masterpiece, and the martial arts fairy novels of later generations, and even the Internet, are deeply influenced by it.

However, what makes Jia Cong admire Xu Dada the most is that the story of marrying a daughter with a family, what are you afraid of if you have no money to marry a girl, and you will marry the original manuscript of the novel, and you will never be worried about poverty.

This is the style of the real god.

Jia Cong walked around the bookstore again, and had a general understanding of the current publishing market, not only is it not easy to sell current texts, but it is also difficult to say miscellaneous books such as small talk books, why?

Because this ancient bookstore, similar to the modern publishing house, all have cooperation or literati gunmen raised by the bookstore, and what kind of novels they write have been researched by the market, and it depends on the conscience of the bookseller?

Of course, discord is another way of saying that God predestined.

In his previous life, Jia Cong was mixed with the science and technology system and the strawberry and pomegranate agriculture website all the year round, and he was a lover of heavy mouths, and the discordant content in his mind was to be written, and he could write dozens of articles casually.

However, in his previous life, Jia Cong went to the street to write □□ gunman essays, relying on the number of words for money, and he was unwilling to write color essays, which shows his three views and his fear of the god of harmony.

Look at it, write down, lock the hard disk is not safe, break the door and be invited to tea every minute, even if it is ancient now, but ancient times will be □□, the book is banned, at most it is busy in vain, but in case you run into Qianlong Kangxi, a sm corpse lover who digs graves and excavates corpses, it is more than a tragic word that can be described.

Pounce on it, it's not that he hasn't pounced horizontally and vertically, and in ancient times, he didn't have to worry about living expenses.

He can finally confidently cos the words of a certain author, the income is too low, purely based on interest, love to see, not to watch.

Jia Cong took a four-book ancient and modern annotations, a few red books, and a look at the price, it was exactly seven dollars of silver.

Converted into RMB, more than 100 yuan, although it is a little more expensive, but it is not surprising, but compared with the cost of a small landlord like Grandma Liu's family, which is only more than 20 taels of silver a year......

Ancient scholars were expensive, and gold was on these.

Before Jia Cong went out, Granny Li and Cuixiang didn't give Jia Cong any money, in Granny Li's words, the school package meals, the pick-up and drop-off car, and there is no place to spend the silver?

Of course, Grandma Li doesn't give it, it doesn't mean that Jia Cong really doesn't have a penny, modern wives are strict, and they can still rely on twenty yuan of cigarette money to make up a health care fee, Jia Cong is not even as strict as the wife who kneels on the main board.

No matter how you pretend to be cute, Jia Cong is also the soul of an adult.

"I still have five pieces of silver here, why don't I lend it to you?"

Jia Huan, who hadn't seen Jia Cong move for a long time, seemed to really think that Jia Cong had no money, and said in a hurry.

Jia Huan, who lost one or two hundred dollars, took the initiative to pay him money, Jia Cong felt that his personality charm had risen a lot, and he smiled: "No, I brought silver." ”

Touching the purse, Jia Cong took out a silver coin from it, no more, no less, just one or two.

It is still very beneficial to learn from Jia Baoyu and see all the important masters in the house, Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang are very generous, and they compare Mrs. Xing, who can only scold, to the mud.

However, Jia Cong knew that it was impossible to expect this generosity to continue...... Money, you are the root of sin and the embodiment of human happiness......

Out of the bookstore, Jia Huan took Jia Cong to watch juggling, this ancient juggling is not like modern acrobatics, it is mostly a technical balance of real kung fu.

It is said to be juggling, which is nothing more than a gravel in the chest and a breath of fire in the mouth, the kind of magic trick that has been deciphered countless times in modern times.

Jia Cong looked at these, just like watching the ancient goddess use yellow paper to catch ghosts, and bean sprouts to invite gods, and felt that his IQ had been greatly insulted.

However, the surrounding spectators cheered and cheered one after another, everyone was drunk, and I woke up alone!

Although depressed, Jia Cong was not stupid enough to smash other people's jobs, he looked at the sky and pulled Raja Ring: "It's not too early, it's time to go." ”

Jia Huan was fascinated, but when he heard Jia Cong's words, he just pouted, sighed, and didn't dare to delay.

After walking out of the street, Jia Cong saw a woman on the side of the road wearing a green dress and a red skirt and an oil-paper umbrella, a thought flashed in his mind and stopped his steps.