"Rui drinks the dew, and the sound of the dredging ......"

Just two sentences, a warm wind surged in the cold winter wax moon, and the wind roared like a tide, quickly turning into a hot stream, burning the Rongxi Hall as if it was a hot summer.

Inside the main entrance of Rongxi Hall, the obsidian-paved hard ground suddenly sprouts of tender green sprouts, winding up a paulownia forest. Although the paulownia trees are sparse, they are all higher than the roof, so that everyone can not see the green crown, only hear the cicadas chirping softly from time to time.

"A natural vision must be a famous chapter!" Jia Zheng said excitedly.

Everyone and others were all staring at this magnificent beauty.

Jia Yucun glanced at Jia Huan, who was full of resentment, shook his head, but couldn't nod his head anymore, and said to himself: "Drinking the dew, the sound of the dredging ..... is tangible, sound, and meaningful, these two sentences are half a point higher than Jia Huan's two sentences, if there is more meaning in the back, I am afraid that it will be more than four feet high." ”

The smile on his face remained unchanged, and he patted Jia Huan's shoulder to let him restrain his jealousy.

Baoyu happened to see this scene, smiled meaningfully at Jia Yucun, and read out the whole poem:

"Drinking the dew, the sound of dredging.

Raising his voice from afar, not by the autumn wind. ”

A five-character poem, from Baoyu's chanting, seems to be the cicada singing far away, especially when the last sentence comes out, the hall is quiet, only the sharp cicada chirps, melodious out of several miles away.

Jia Yucun was dumbfounded, his graceful and elegant smile turned into surprise, and then he laughed and said: "What a Jia Baoyu! What a second master!

Jia Zheng was originally proud, but after reading it carefully, he suddenly understood. The first two sentences of this poem support things, and the last two sentences imply, the so-called high voice from afar, not by the autumn wind, is to say that people with high moral character do not need some kind of external support, and can naturally be famous.

Baoyu is comparing himself to an autumn cicada, and he doesn't need the help of Jia Yucun's autumn wind to spread his reputation.

Jia Zheng hurriedly reprimanded, and apologized to Jia Yucun in succession, so he heard Jia Yucun laugh and said: "Brother Cun Zhou misunderstood, I just sighed, I have no other intentions." He exclaimed: "There is a saying in the "Treatise on Classics": It does not pretend to be a good history, and it does not support the momentum of galloping, but the reputation is autobiography. Baoyu is a great talent, and what he has learned and heard may not be worse than you and me. I can't teach it, and I don't dare to teach it. ”

Jia Zheng's thick eyebrows tightened, and he said angrily: "Naughty child, how can there be a reason that a virtuous brother can't teach?"

"My brother praised it. ”

Jia Yucun bowed down and thanked: "Thanks to my brother's love, Yucun didn't dare to excuse himself, so he accepted Jia Huan as a disciple and taught him carefully." ”

His ventriloquis fluttered as he bowed, and a faint line of voice reached Baoyu's ears.

"As a living member, you want to step on my top three and raise people to raise your name. Second Master Bao, you are a poet, you are really powerful. ”

Baoyu pursed her lips, not expecting to be able to pit Jia Yu Village.

Well, I didn't get it, it's a bit of a pity.

He didn't need to rely on the autumn wind in Jia Yu Village, but he didn't say that he didn't need to step on the autumn wind. If Jia Yucun was angry and reprimanded, then he would really fall into his trap and make him famous.

Look, I just want to rely on myself, without the help of your autumn wind, I have to reprimand and suppress the students at the lower levels, and these top three people are not worthy of their real names. Baoyu could imagine what was said outside, but he knew in his heart that Jia Yucun was really difficult to deal with.

Sure enough, they just pushed the boat down the river, not only accepted Jia Huan as a disciple, but also easily cracked his moves.

Of course, he didn't bother much.

It's just a song "Cicada", which is just a metaphor for things.

Jia Zheng saw that the matter could not be reversed, so he scolded him very much, but in the poetry examination, he couldn't erase Baoyu's goodness. The poetry examination school has a colorful head, he asked Baoyu what reward he wanted, and also asked Jia Huan.

Jia Huan replied decently and said: "Winning the top three teachers is already the best reward, and the child doesn't dare to ask for anything else." ”

Look, how decent, how ...... Fake...... Jia Zheng is confused, but no matter how confused he is, he is also clear about his son. Seeing Jia Huan's humble face, but it was difficult to hide the smug look in his eyes, he sighed in his heart for a while and went to ask Baoyu.

Baoyu was very cheerful and asked, "I don't know how much reward this song "Cicada" is worth?"

Jia Zheng really wanted to look up to the sky and sigh, they were all his sons, why was they so different? Baoyu was really enlightened! He was modest and cautious, he was shown to others outside, used by others, and used by his own master, well, father, and didn't want benefits from death? He Jia Baoyu ...... Bastard!

Snorted coldly and said, "What benefits do you want?"

Baoyu tilted his head and thought for a while, and said with a smile: "First of all, Brother Huan'er needs a set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." I heard that he has lit eighty-one fires, and he is waiting for next year's big exam to get the Xiucai position. My song "Cicada", if you think it's not worth a set of four treasures of the study, let's ask him for a hundred silver pens first. It's good for the master to look at it. ”

The voice is indifferent, and the smile is far away. Baoyu looked like an ordinary person, just begging for his younger brother, but whether it was Sichun who was smiling on the side, Lin Daiyu who was looking at him, and Aunt Xue's family, who had just arrived, all had dull eyes. Later, his face was full of approval.

Especially Xue Baochai, a beautiful embryo, looks at him as if he has drunk too much wine, and the clouds are misty.

Jia Zheng's beard is upturned, brothers, friends, brothers, brothers, and brothers, and his two sons still account for half of them. He thought for a moment and said, "With Huan'er's poetic talent, three hundred taels of Yunhao's verdant and wonderful pen is enough." This first move of yours is worth more than three hundred taels of silver. ”

Of course, Jia Dairu shouted wildly in his heart: Not to mention three hundred taels of silver, even if he wants his gold pen and silver, and then subsidizes his old life, he also wants "Cicada"!

This poem is not vulgar because of the attack, it is very valuable, if he gets it, he will increase his name by three points!

Clear name, not literary name. You must know that a clear name can increase the literary name, but it may not make others say that they are honest and self-reliant, that they are like a gentleman, and that they are ......

He is a literati, a down-and-out literati who has been stuck in the Xiucai literary position for decades, and he has long wanted to pass on his literary name to future generations, but if he can spread his name, he can also smile at Jiuquan.

The shriveled old lips moved several times, looking at Jia Zheng and Jia Yucun, they still gritted their teeth and stuffed that breath into their throats, and swallowed it into their stomachs - Jia Fu has been conscientious for eighty-nine years, at most he is a loyal servant, and he is not worth half a cent!

He looked at Xiao Jia Huan, who was shocked once, but now he showed hatred for Baoyu, and sighed in his heart.

[To be able to make such poems, Bao Erye's literary brilliance and temperament can't make people doubt half a point, but why is there such a younger brother as Brother Huan? Although he is not a sibling, but Bao Erye's love for his younger brother is something that everyone has to see, why does Brother Huan'er not be grateful?]

Incomprehensible, incomprehensible. is that Jia Dairu knows that everyone prefers Baoyu, which is also reasonable, and Jia Huan is also a literati, so he should not know the truth of self-love and then love.

It can only be said that Aunt Zhao has set a bad example, and Jia Zheng has also neglected to discipline Jia Huan. For a while, Jia Dairu was full of sighs, vaguely with a little more murderous intent, to Aunt Zhao.

It's just a side room, and you can't mess up Jiafu Lungang!

Baoyu also noticed Jia Huan's hatred for herself, sighed, and shook her head.

He really wanted to help Jia Huan.

The name of the text is the son-in-law, and the concubine can be Jackie Chan. This sentence sounds comforting, it seems that something has happened, and it is a story of a concubine's counterattack, which makes people's hearts surge. can think about it carefully, whether it is the son-in-law who crushes the concubine or the concubine turns into a serf and becomes the master, it is a family that fights behind closed doors, breaks the blood, fights endlessly, and makes outsiders watch the excitement.

He thinks that home is home, family, and will always be a first-class close in the world.

The principles of heaven have been like this since ancient times.

Baoyu smiled at Jia Yucun, and his gentle smile inexplicably made Jia Yucun feel cold. He also returned Baoyu with a humble and elegant smile, and saw Baoyu arch his hand to Jia Zheng and said, "Master, if you want to say what is missing, I do lack a lot of things." I lack more and more beautiful maids, mountains of gold and silver, famous literary names from all over the world, and the supreme power to pour water from all over the world to wash the sky, so what's the big deal?"

Everyone couldn't help laughing, but they didn't dare to laugh, and they snorted.

Jia Zheng scolded with a smile: "If you have something to say, it's a good obstacle, what kind of trick do you fight?"

"Master, I lack a lot, but none of them will make me hungry and unclothed, but ......" Baoyu took a long breath and pleaded: "If you want to talk about rewards, I only ask for a store in Xicheng, it doesn't need to be big, just be able to do business." I know that the law of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the businessman is despised, and it is the shop in the house, which is also the last resort of the branch brothers, but ......"

Baoyu suddenly bowed down, bent his waist to more than ninety degrees, and said with a solemn face: "Please ask the master to reward me with a storefront, and Baoyu will be a businessman from now on!"

Jia Zheng was shocked and took the case, "Bold! If a good literati doesn't do it, what kind of cheap businessman will he be? Do you know how much damage this has done to your literary reputation?"

"Those who are clear are self-purifying, and those who are turbid are self-turbid. ”

As soon as the two sentences came out, Jia Zheng suddenly became happy, sat down leisurely and said: "A good clear person is self-purifying, a good turbidity is self-purifying, and the pure person is self-clearing from "Left Turn: The Fourth Year of the Emperor", but this sentence of the turbidity is self-turbid, but I have never heard of it. It's good that you can live and learn. ”

Baoyu pursed her lips and didn't dare to speak. If he remembers correctly, Mencius said these two sentences, but Jia Zheng had never heard of them, so he should not know. You can't fool Jia Zheng's face and insist on pulling out a Mencius, right?

Just bent down and asked, "Master, did you agree?"

"Of course I agree, don't think that the master doesn't know your mind, you care about the disaster victims, and you want to be that cheap businessman, no one can say that you are half bad. I promised, and not only that, but I would give you more.

There are two cities in the east and west, and if you want a store in the west city, you want to do business while giving relief to the victims, right? At the same time, give you a big store in Dongcheng, so that the dignitaries and nobles can see it--I, Jia Zheng, have a son! Let them all know that my Jia Mansion is still the pillar of this Great Zhou Society!"

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