"Today's Jia's "Historical Recipe" book, this book is a historical book song, the deeds of the past dynasties, the rise and fall of chaos for four characters, or take all the old books, or from the heart, the sound of the law, easy to read, compared with the "three words" and "Qianwen" enlightenment books, more upper-level, new children, day and night to learn it, and then interpret its meaning, then up and down thousands of years of history books to contain, ten to four or five...... It can be read as a sentence for children and nephews. Lewen Novel.520."

In the boudoir, which is very simple and generous, the girl in blue who is in her twenties is still holding the letter with tears in her eyes. "It's a good thing that the little boy has written back on purpose, why is the girl sad and sad?" said the old woman, whose hair was half white and her face was wrinkled, stepped forward to persuade.

The girl smiled reluctantly and said, "I'm not sad. My brother sent me a letter, and I should be happy. ”

Smiling and smiling, the girl couldn't help but cry sadly when she looked at the book that was sent: "The little brother gave up even Enyin's prisoner for me, and now he sent this book to me......"

"The little boy sent a letter, why bother to send this Mengxue book? The girl's family affairs are so difficult, how can she care about any nephews and nephews...... " The maid on the side pouted unhappily and started slandering.

"The little boy is far away in Shudi, how can he know the affairs of Beijing?" The old woman glared at the maid fiercely, with many mouths and tongues, she was looking for something to provoke, and she knew that none of the people given by the wives of those rooms were good things.

The girl picked up the book, flipped through the snow-white pages, and said with emotion: "This book was originally written by a boy in the Jia clan, and the preface made by the master Jing of Ning Guofu, the younger brother sent the book, which is to tell me that the reputation of the scholarly clan of the Jia family is true, and comfort me, this family business is not useless, but he ......"

Seeing the girl's tears, the old woman scolded as if her heart and liver had been gouged out: "It's all the sluts in front of the ancestors. What kind of girl can raise the little boy to be so literate and hyphenated, and she is afraid that she will not be able to teach her children well in the future, and she will coax the little boy to lose even the prisoner in his hand. As a result, although the main room of the family is very sick, but they have not lost their breath, what kind of family matter is this discussion, it is difficult to become a girl of our Xu family, and we have to go to be a concubine! I am in a hurry, I don't want to break this face, and I die in front of the drum, and let the world see the style of the Xu family who bullied orphans and weak girls. ”

"Nurse-" The girl threw herself into the old woman's arms and began to cry.

In Jinling City, Jia Yucun had just returned to the inner room from the front office, and suddenly heard a report from the door, and a businessman surnamed Leng Zixing asked to see him.

Jia Yucun served as the second master of the original Rongguo Mansion, Jia Zheng, recommended to his brother-in-law Wang Ziteng, and Leng Zixing was an old acquaintance, and knew that Leng Zixing's parents-in-law Zhou Rui and his wife were the companions of Jia Zheng's wife, Mrs. Wang, and they were valued by Mrs. Wang, and Leng Zixing was also a person who could make great achievements. Therefore, he hurriedly changed the clothes of the guests, ordered Leng Zixing to come in, and set up a first-class banquet to entertain him.

After three rounds of drinking, and after a few words of the past, Jia Yucun knew that Leng Zixing was a good person, and raised his glass and smiled: "Brother Leng is from the capital, is there any news in the capital recently?"

Leng Zixing smiled and said: "If you talk about the news, there is no news, but when it comes to the family of the same clan of the old parents, there are a few big or small strange things." ”

Jia Yucun said with a smile: "Could it be that Ning Guofu respects the old man's orders, I have also heard of this." The honor and favor of Rongning Erfu is enough to be admired. ”

Guilty of deceiving the king, it is just an order to become a monk and cultivate, this kind of grace is all because of the high merit of the ancestors, Ze has been used by descendants to this day, how not to be envied. Leng Zixing also said that the second mansion of Rongning has been sparse, and how many people can't ask for such a sparseness.

Leng Zixing took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Since the old parents know about respecting the master's orders, how can they not know that the Rongguo Mansion forgives the son of the old man. ”

When Jia Yucun heard this, he was surprised: "There is such a thing, but I have never heard of it." On that day, I also saw Lian Erye a few times in Rongguo Mansion, looking at his behavior, although he was young and smart, he was not good at reading, and he never thought that there would be such an opportunity. I'm far away in Jinling, and I can't watch the article made by the second master of Lian, it's a pity, and I sigh in vain!"

Leng Zixing took a pair of chopsticks to accompany the food very calmly, and said with a smile: "The old parents misunderstood, it was not the second master Lian who made this strange article, but Jia Cong, the youngest son of the old man. ”

Jia Yucun was stunned for a moment, covered his face sideways and coughed lightly, and said: "Forgive the young son of the master, when I left Beijing, it seems that I haven't gone to school yet? ”

Leng Zixing said with a smile: "It's not just this, the most strange thing is that this young master Cong wrote five or six thousand words in one go, not changing a word, saying that he wrote silently, the article was originally a collection of books in the Tower of Babel, and the old man was like a treasure, and he printed it and distributed it everywhere, and those famous scholars and Confucians, seeing this article, were also full of praise......"

Hearing Jia Jingfa's incident, Jia Yucun's eyelids jumped, and suddenly thought of a book he had obtained before, he straightened his color and said: "Could it be the book "Historical Tips", Brother Leng doesn't know, although this book is a Mengxue song, but in terms of the smoothness of the writing, there are many books in the world that are not as good as Mengxue. Such a catchy and easy-to-memorize article was actually written by the little son of Rongguofu. It's ridiculous that Brother Leng said something in the past, the children and grandchildren of Rongguo Mansion are not as good as the next generation. With such children, they are still worried about the sparse foundation of their ancestors. ”

Leng Zixing heard that Jia Yucun's evaluation of Jia Cong seemed to be one level higher than Jia Baoyu, and he couldn't help but wonder: "What do you mean by what the old parents say?"

Jia Yucun smiled and said nothing.

In early autumn, the west wind in front of the court, the cold cicadas are playing, the leaves are one after another, the fragrant wind is faint, the children are making ink, and the pen is written, but it is a few lines of residual sentences.

Jia Cong rubbed his eyes, covered his mouth and yawned, and wrote a few more words on the cut paper, the advantage of pretending to be a ghost is that he can write some words that he shouldn't write at his age.

Although he still can't write novels openly.

Although as a street writer and gunman, he has a good understanding of the key to changing his style.

However, if the king is not secret, he will lose his country, and if he is not secret, he will lose his body, and writing a novel in Rongguo Mansion is tantamount to challenging Jia Yu's nerves.

This kind of stupid thing that throws himself into the net, Jia Cong will not do.

Who asked him to write a book casually?

However, not writing a small talk book does not mean that Jia Cong cannot write anything else.

finally dressed as a power N generation, Jia Cong should write a book that matches his identity and show off.

Of course, Jia Cong will not learn from Weibo nouveau riche to show off his wealth, that is too unlevel. There is no good to be gained except to show the working people the drunken gold fans of the superior society, who are guilty of the most heinous crimes, who are full of hatred, and who are waiting for reckoning.

If you want to show off, you have to learn Yan Shu, show off the pear blossom courtyard to dissolve the moon, and the natural wealth of the catkins pond with a faint breeze.

"Brother, there is a guest at home, and the master ordered you to go out to meet him. The mother-in-law outside said.

Jia Cong waved his hand impatiently, didn't he see that he was busy writing? He frowned and said, "I'm not free, so I say I'm sick." ”

"Brother—" The woman's voice stopped abruptly.

Jia Cong heard that the voice was different, raised his head, and saw Jia Yu standing at the door, secretly screaming in his heart, and honestly stepped forward and said, "Master." ”

Jia Yu made a calm face and said coldly: "Are you sick?"

Jia Cong laughed twice, pretended to cough a few times, and lied with his eyes open in front of Jia Yu: "I have a little cough, I'm afraid that I'll go out and make people sick." ”

Jia Yu snorted, didn't bother with Jia Cong, walked to the table, and asked, "What are you writing?"

Jia Cong hurriedly said: "Didn't write anything? ”

Jia Yu was suspicious: "How many words are scribbled?"

I picked up the paper and swept it at a glance, but I saw that it was written: The husband is a quiet person, and his hobby is in the landscape, flowers and bamboos. But the people of the world ...... Isn't it just a ghost...... People are so different...... My great-grandfather was good at swords, my grandfather was good at jade, and my father was erudite and ancient, especially good at connoisseurship...... Take the treatment and cast wonderful deeds, such as seeing the Shang and Zhou dynasties...... Occasionally write a few sentences to kill leisure......

Jia Yu suddenly fell into a long silence, and after a long silence, Fang spoke: "This is also the collection of books you saw in your dream?"

Jia Cong was stunned, stuck out his tongue, and said innocently: "This is what I wrote and played." ”

Jia Yu coughed repeatedly, as if he was greatly frightened, and asked, "You pretended to be sick and refused to visit the guests, just to write this?"

Jia Cong smiled embarrassedly, shook his body slightly, and whispered: "No, I just don't think it's fun to go out to meet guests, and I'm stuffy in the room." Didn't it be written on paper, it was written purely to relieve boredom. ”

Jia Yu didn't know whether to be surprised or happy, just to relieve boredom and have fun, he wrote such an article, if he wrote it seriously......