Jia Zhen is a character who has been dealing with feudal superstition for many years, and there is also a cult leader in his family who has been ordered to become a monk.

Feudal superstition is a very marketable thing from ancient times to the present, especially for those who have made a fortune by luck. In order to keep the wealth and glory and go to the next level, no matter how clear of conscience he is, in the face of ghosts and gods and evil things, he would always rather believe in them than believe in them.

In later generations when atheism was prevalent, there were still female celebrities vying to make the liars shine, the rich people who started with science and technology did not take medicine when they were sick, and engaged in metaphysical cultivation, the officials rushed to burn incense on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and netizens swore on the Internet that they had seen demons and monsters from their own homes to their relatives in the old Wang's house next door......

Then, in the world of the Red Mansion where Buddhism repays the flow of kindness, the wind sound wood taken out by Wu Tianyou and Wu Guogong must be effective, just like Wang Yiti's jealousy soup, who dares to say that it will not work, not to mention that this wooden bead is still given by the emperor, it is definitely not effective.

Otherwise, wouldn't the saints and old saints in the palace all become blind?

As soon as Jia Zhen made up her mind, she took out seventy percent of her ability to serve Jia Jing, flattered her, and Wu Tianyou became more and more speculative.

In less than half a cup of tea, Wu Tianyou turned his anger into joy, and kept calling Jia Zhen a virtuous nephew.

Even Jia Yu also made a few jokes on the side, from the perspective of antique carving and collection, the wind sound wooden beads in Wu Tianyou's hand were extraordinary, rare in the world, and a few words of praise Wu Guozhang was born noble.

Wu Tianyou was happy to hear it, and he couldn't help but feel that the rumors in Beijing could not be trusted, and Jia Yu still had some knowledge. Jia Zheng also wanted to interject a few words, but he was full of poems and clouds, and he searched his stomach and thought about it for a long time, but he only had to talk nonsense about being silent and confused, respecting ghosts and gods and staying away, no matter how stupid Jia Zheng was, he also knew that these words offended people.

Moreover, he has an unstained and simple temperament, and he can't help but think that flattering his relatives is a foreign way, and he has tarnished his innocence, and he is afraid that future generations will not recognize him as an ancestor.

So looking at Jia Zhen and Jia Yu, Jia Zheng was not angry and silently believed in ghosts and gods in his heart, but he was a vulgar person, and he was silent and golden.

After Jia Zhen and Jia pardoned the two of them, Wu Tianyou was proud in his heart, and he couldn't help but be a little relieved, and said with a smile: "It is rare to have a panacea that eliminates all diseases, but I know a few famous doctors who can cure diseases...... Now those too doctors are incomparable. ”

There was a faint hint of beating in these words, if the Jia family didn't know how to lift, his old man was not such a person who had no ability.

"That's, that's ......"

Jia Zhen agreed, and immediately ordered the little servant to prepare a sedan chair.

Before entering Jia Cong's courtyard, a girl saw Jia Yu coming, and she couldn't do it, and she ran out of the smoke as if she had seen a man-eating ghost.

Wu Tianyou looked at it in his eyes, and couldn't help but laugh and said: "The etiquette of the people in your mansion is quite different." ”

Jia Yu and the others suddenly had a dull face, Jia Zhen was young and thin-faced, and reluctantly found a reason to say: "I'm afraid there is something important, or rush to serve medicine for Brother Cong?"

Saying that, another old mother came out of the yard, Xu is old and dazzled, she didn't see it clearly, she only waved her hand at Jia Zhen and said impatiently: "The excitement is gone, come and see what." After a while, I told my wife that even you have sold your feet. ”

Jia Zhen is so big, she has never heard such words, and that face, as if she has knocked over the paint shop, is about to be distorted into an impression painting.

As soon as his face changed color, a little servant stepped forward and kicked the old woman and staggered, and scolded: "The bold old thing, don't you look at who it is? ”

The old mother couldn't recognize Jia Zhen's masters, but was extremely afraid of these little guys, so she hurriedly kowtowed, and said to herself: "Amitabha, I'm blind, I didn't recognize ......."

"Alas!" Jia Zheng touched his beard, sighed, and looked at Jia Yu with a trace of pity: "The eldest lord should tell the eldest lady that no matter how poor he is to pity the old, he must be measured." This man doesn't recognize ......."

Jia Yu only felt that his face was burning red, and his seven orifices were smoking, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't wait to go to Mrs. Xing to tear it up, and let out this evil breath.

However, in front of Wu Tianyou, Jia Yu didn't dare to be angry, so he had to glare at Jia Zheng fiercely, and explained to Wu Tianyou with an embarrassed face: "Alas, I have no way to govern my family." I also hope that the country is in the sea..."

Wu Tianyou smiled and said, "It's okay, such a trivial matter for a servant woman should not be pardoned by the public." Besides, if a person is not a sage, he can not lose ......"

Wu Tianyou's attitude couldn't be gentler, and he even talked about love for the old mother, as if Wu Guozhang, who turned his face when he didn't say a word just now, was the illusion of Jia Yu and others.

To say, this is also understandable, like Wu Tianyou's identity, like a eunuch, his natural class determines his sensitive mentality.

The identity of a relative, in front of the descendants of a prince like Jia Zheng and Jia Zheng, it is inevitable that there is a trace of lack of confidence, so Wu Tianyou is used to using the arrogance and power of the high to cover up his inferiority.

And in the face of the slaves and civilians at the bottom of the society, Wu Tianyou will always recall the poor life in the past, and the sympathy in his heart will immediately overflow, and at the end of some inexplicable superiority, Wu Tianyou is always exceptionally kind and kind.

Well, it's that complicated.

Although I don't know how Wu Guozhang changed his sex, Jia Zhen is used to dealing with eunuchs, and he can also feel the truth of Wu Tianyou's words, and hurriedly sent the little servant away: "Since Guozhang said so, he didn't take anyone out." As he spoke, he coughed again, and said without words: "In front of me is the residence of my brother Cong." ”

After entering the courtyard and walking a few steps, I heard someone in the house clear their throats and casually chant a poem.

[Who has written history for 10,000 years, looking for a marquis eight thousand miles away. 】

When Wu Guozhang heard this, he laughed twice: "In the past, when I heard people talk about this Brother Cong in your mansion, I always felt that it was a little too much. Now I have to listen to the masterpieces, and I have some faith. This poem has the sound of gold and jade, and its bearing has the instrument of the prime minister. It can be seen that under the fame, there must be no falsehood. ”

Wu Guozhang was also a poor sour literati, a poor sour literati who couldn't pass the Tongsheng exam, that was also a literati. Literati are contemptuous, that is since ancient times, like Ban Gu looks down on Fu Yi and slanders words, that is a common thing, not worth mentioning.

Although most of the ancient scholars were at the same level as the Hong Tianwang of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, they were straightforward in their poems, and they couldn't even pile up allusions.

But this does not affect their evaluation of the works of those great writers and poets in history, what is the display of knowledge, the use of outdated words, blunt, full of paper and market, too many vulgar words, can not find faults, then go to the market vulgar.

Just like the people in the ancient style circle in later generations, who regarded themselves as cultural inheritors, but ridiculed Cao Xueqin's words for not being hot enough and too modern, the people who said it did not feel ashamed, and the onlookers were so embarrassed that they wanted to dig a hole and hide it.

It can only be blamed □□ that the literacy education has been carried out so thoroughly that there are not a few illiterate people who can not be found, and such talents have been buried alive.

Rao is Jia Yu has heard people praise Jia Cong, and after hearing Wu Guozhang's words, he also muttered in his heart, it is really Wu Tianyou who changes his face faster than the sky, and Jia Yu can't figure out how light this Wu Guozhang literati is. So, reflexively haha: "Where can this poem be written by a child? The dog is only a shallow learner, and he is not good at poetry, so he can't say what kind of book he reads from it." ”

"After all, poetry is a small way, it is useless to raise a career, and you can't roll the name of the imperial examination, let alone talk about the prime minister's anger. ”

Jia Zhengna regards the imperial examination as the right way, in his opinion, Jia Cong tosses these are all evil ways, the protégé of the Son of Heaven, Qionglin goes to the banquet, that is the way to become famous in the world, and any other poems and songs, songs and songs, are not advisable.

Jia Zhengzhi wants to be in the future, and he is definitely a die-hard supporter of Professor Yang. Jia Yu listened to Jia Zheng's words, and said unhurriedly: "What the second master said is very true, I think that Baoyu is now dedicated to studying sage books, and he has not made poems for others for a long time. ”

If you want to say that you are a poetry showman, Baoyu in Rongguo's mansion is called the first, no one dares to talk about the second, and the poems made by Jia Cong are compared with Baoyu, which is drizzle.

You know, for a while, Baoyu made poetry a career.

Like Jia Yu, this kind of old gentleman, his gas is so small, not much better than a eunuch, he was scolded by Jia Mu earlier, Jia Yu naturally put this account on Jia Zheng's head, and now that he has the opportunity, how can he not retaliate back.

The face that is sent to the door, if you don't hit it in vain, you don't hit it.

Hearing this, Jia Zheng couldn't help but punch Jia Yu in the face and sent Jia Yu to see the sage. Scolding people and exposing shortcomings, he, a righteous gentleman, also has a temper.

Seeing that the atmosphere between Jia Yu and Jia Zheng is becoming more and more tense, Jia Zhen can't come up with any way, and as a junior, she can't watch her family ugliness spread.

Jia Zhen's eyes rolled, she glanced at Wu Tianyou extremely embarrassed, turned her head to the room and asked loudly, "Brother Cong, what are you doing?"

There were three words in it: "I am aspiring." 166 Reading Network