"Brother Cong'er, his aunt, I remember that she was bought from Liangchuan by the eldest master for four hundred taels of silver, but her body was not very good, she was sick for three days and faint for two days, just like your sister Lin's body bones. Later, she gave birth to Brother Cong, and she was sick and gone. Now that I mention it, the eldest lady often complains that so many ginseng bird's nests, the silver spent, it is enough to make a silver person, and she fills the soil for nothing......" Mrs. Wang nodded to Xue Baochai, and said slowly: "There are many people in the eldest master's room, and I have only seen her two or three times, and she is always ......sick."

"No wonder. ”

Sister Feng covered her mouth and smiled: "Because of the old man's illness, the eldest lady called me to go, and said a lot about these aunts and girls, I persuaded the eldest lady at that time, since the family in the house is not good, you might as well buy it outside." The eldest lady said that she came out of the house again, and she didn't know what was wrong, so she bought it and pretended to be a monster for three days and two days, which made the gods hate and disgust. I also said to Ping'er, the eldest lady is left-minded again, isn't it strange for the family to do this? After listening to what the wife said, I realized the eldest lady's concerns. No matter how talented Brother Cong and his aunt are, only this body is not good, and in the eyes of the eldest wife, it is not good. ”

Aunt Xue smiled at Mrs. Wang and said, "Even if my daughter's family is talented, she can't study and go to school, and the poems and articles she does can't compare to those learned scholars and Confucian scholars. ”

"This is where Bao Yatou is stable and peaceful. ”

Mrs. Wang looked at Xue Baochai with a smile. Xue Baochai lowered his head as if he was embarrassed, touched the golden lock on his chest, and said generously: "The girl's family is literate and literate, and she will inevitably hurt the spring and autumn. Brother Cong'er's aunt left a residual word, full of grievances, tears like tears, I am afraid that her illness will not be cured because of this. ”

As he spoke, Xue Baochai glanced at Mrs. Wang lightly, frowned slightly, and said: "I heard my aunt say just now that Brother Cong'er's aunt is from Liangchuan, and the customs of Liangchuan so far, girls have been going to school since they were children, and they are actually ...... like men."

Sister Feng didn't hear the meaning, and said with a smile: "It's strange that there is such a custom?" No wonder Brother Cong has such a good talent. ”

Xue Baochai said with a smile: "This is what we heard when we went to Beijing. At that time, I also heard a strange thing, an old Confucian died of illness in a broken temple, leaving behind several poetry collections, every word is the hard work of the old Confucian. There is also a rich child, who was kind for a while, collected the bones of the old Confucian, and got this poetry collection volume, seeing the elegant pen and ink of the poetry collection, the talent in the world is far beyond it, and I thought, the old Confucian is dead, there are only a few copies in the world, and I can't get it again. So, he changed the poetry collection and scroll to his own name, engraved it, and sent it to relatives and friends to appreciate, and gained a great reputation, and everyone called him a celebrity. There is also an official, who saw the poems and articles, thought that this rich man was a young talent, and married his daughter to him......"

Aunt Xue also smiled and said: "That official is also a person from Liangchuan, and he teaches his daughter to be the same as his son, enlightened and lectured, and the four books, five classics and eight articles are the same...... As soon as this son-in-law marries, won't that talent be exposed......"

"There is such a thing? The remnants can stay, there is no other ......" Mrs. Wang was shocked, and couldn't help but change color: "In this way, Brother Cong ......"

Sister Feng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly persuaded: "Mrs. also has too much heart, how can Brother Cong have such courage?"

Xue Baochai persuaded with a smile: "Don't say it, this matter is just my aunt's speculation, even if there are some possibilities." In my opinion, Brother Cong probably listened to other people's words, and he dreamed of entering the Tower of Babel before, isn't it in the view of respecting the master......?

Xue Baochai's words, although he was talking about Sister Feng with Mrs. Wang, but Caixia in front of Mrs. Wang had always been good with Jia Huan, and knew that Jia Huan and Jia Cong were good.

When Jia Huan heard that, he didn't care about copying the scriptures, so he lost his pen, so he ran out to find Jia Cong.

At that time, Jia Cong was pretending to be sick in the room, Jia Huan sneaked over and told Jia Cong the news as it was, Jia Cong actually laughed out loud, laughing so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

Seeing this, Jia Huan was so frightened that he took a few steps back, thinking that Jia Cong was frightened, and said hurriedly: "Brother Cong, what's so ridiculous about this? Caixia said it, Sister Bao also said a lot of messy things with his wife, and it didn't sound good. ”

Miscellaneous Sisters?

Jia Cong naturally connected some things in series, no wonder Baochai was also flustered when he followed.

A traverser like him naturally knows what is just a false word, and the key lies in interests.

Although they are the four major families of Jinling, the two families of the Jia family have titles, and the descendants inherit the titles, and the branches are coming out, and the wealth of the descendants is not reduced by half. But the Wang family and the Xue family have no title.

Although the prince of the Wang family is powerful, he has no children under his knees, and Sister Feng's brother Wang Ren is a useless person.

As for the Xue family, Xue Pan and Wang Ren are also unproductive, not to mention that Xue Pan is arrogant and has a murder case, and Xue Pan is a prince in this house, and there are also disputes with the clan.

The descendants of the two families are not promising, and if the clan branch comes out, this ancestral love will be divided by others.

It seems that everyone in the clan benefits, but they can't share the profits.

I have to worry about the original backer Wang Ziteng, and he is not as good at speaking as before, so it is naturally better to maintain the status quo.

Of course, Xue Baochai can't say such a statement, how can he put on a layer of moral clothing, with the saying that the concubine is chaotic, although it is a bit vulgar, but it is convenient to diverge, and it is more in line with Mrs. Wang's psychology.

After all, there are not too many places where Mrs. Wang relies on Wang Ziteng, but she has a concubine who she doesn't like very much.

Therefore, Xue Baochai's scheming and scheming not to enter the palace was really a waste, but the scheming came to Jia Cong's head...... Jia Cong wiped his tears with a smile, covered his stomach with a smile and cramped, and muttered: "I dug a pit casually, and someone actually jumped down......"

Jia Huan really didn't know what Jia Cong was thinking, and after hearing Jia Cong's words, he became even more anxious: "What is the pit? If the wife believes Sister Bao's words, if she sues the old lady, she will have trouble again." You'd better figure out a way to explain it to the old lady. ”

Jia Cong smiled at Jia Huan and said, "It's useless to explain?"

"How can it be useless?" Jia Huan couldn't help but say, "It's a big deal, you make another article in front of the old lady." ”

"It's useless to make a fuss. Jia Cong glanced at Jia Huan with pity, this child is still so simple: "The reason for the second wife and Sister Bao is just three words." Even if I make an article, I will be questioned that I memorized or copied it...... If you think about it again, the second wife and Sister Bao are just suspicious in private, so I will go to the old lady to explain, isn't this a thief with a weak heart and not confessing to himself?"

Jia Huan opened his mouth at the moment, his head was in a cold sweat, he suddenly found that any method didn't work, and hurriedly said: "Then what should I do?"

Jia Cong spread out his hand, smiled, and suddenly changed the topic and said, "Yesterday, you went to the grandfather's house, but you saw how Master Jing treated Uncle Rui?"

"How do you look sick? Holding such a thick book and hitting it according to his head, Uncle Rui vomited all over the ground at that time. Jia Huan replied, and immediately said unhappily: "Hey, you still care about these idle things?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "If you don't care about the idle things outside, do you care about the things in the inner house?"

Jia Cong raised his index finger and shook it in front of Jia Huan, with a smile on his face that was in control, and his self-confidence was bursting: "In the words of the second master, the woman's opinion is not enough. ”

Jia Huan looked at Jia Cong blankly, his eyes widening.

Jia Cong shrugged his shoulders, life is really lonely as snow.

However, Jia Cong showed an indifferent smile, he didn't owe Mrs. Wang and Xue Baochai a dime, he really was weak and bullied, should he take the initiative.

It was still early, and the horn wind lantern was already hanging high, and Jia Cong was strolling with his head on his back, his face changing unpredictably under the reflection of the lights. In front of Jia Yu's study, Lin Zhixiao greeted him with a smile and said, "Brother is here." ”

As soon as he saw Jia Cong, Jia Yu was stunned and said, "Why did you come here at this time? "The people sitting in the study now are all relatives in the clan, not uncles, or Jia Cong's juniors.

"I had a dream just now, and I dreamed of a poem, and I wanted to recite it to my master. ”

Jia Cong's voice was slightly hoarse, and he stated: "If you only see it for the first time in life, when will the autumn wind be sad. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half a night, and the night rain and zero bells did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. 】”

The sound echoed, and the whole study was eerily quiet.

After reciting the words, Jia Cong innocently asked: "This poem, do you still remember the people who talked about the night rain in Bashan?"

In fact, Jia Cong wanted to ask, sir, do you remember the summer rain lotus on the shore of Daming Lake that year? .