The cold Shuofang winter has passed, but there is still that kind of coldness in the early spring, especially the moonlight in the early part of the month is even colder, shining into the two mansions decorated with animal heads, and the Huaiyu under the wall is sick, and even the thrushes and parrots under the eaves of the corridor are too lazy to jump up and down, fan a beautiful little wing, and continue to sleep.

In the black oil gate of Rongguofu East Road, this is the courtyard of the eldest lord and first-class general Jia Yu, the concubine Jia Yingchun is wearing a light red skirt, walking on the road without hurry, and when she is about to go to Brother Cong's bedroom, the big girl behind Si Qi smiled and said: "Girl, there is a voice, Master Cong is talking to Pomegranate." ”

Jia Yingchun stopped, smiled, and beckoned to her: "Bring your claw lantern over, take advantage of the snow to stop, listen to what they have to say, and then go in quietly." After worshipping the ancestors, Brother Cong suddenly fell ill, but he didn't even ...... to visit the sick."

Yes, Si Qi thought to himself: "Although the second girl and Master Cong are not compatriots of the same mother, they are also fathers, if it weren't for the usual bad temperament, they should be closer." ”

Carrying two medicine bags in his left hand, playing a sheep's horn lamp in his right hand, Si Qi has a half-arm vest on top and a skirt at the bottom.

Approaching the screen window in the Jiangnan style, a master and a servant put their ears up and eavesdropped quietly.

I heard the slightly childish voice of the girl Xiao Pomegranate: "It's time for Master Cong to rest, I made hot water, I had a serious illness before, so I got better, don't be tired." ”

That Jia Cong ignored her, and there was only a burst of Langlang book: "Zi said, the disciple is filial piety when he enters, and he is filial piety when he goes out, and he is cautious and faithful, and he loves the people and relatives, and if he has spare strength, he will learn literature...... Zi said......"

"Strange! What a person, sick once, went to read four books! Jia Yingchun and Si Qi glanced at each other, and they both saw the surprise of their respective expressions.

Jia Yingchun listened for a while, this little brother who came out of the same big house didn't look like a play, but seemed to be reciting the Four Books and Five Classics very leisurely, is this still the previous Brother Cong? Not quite like that! Wait for me to find out what is true and what is real!

After pondering for a while, Jia Yingchun reminded: "Don't drop the ginseng and yam, the illness is like a mountain, and the illness is like a thread, and it should be replenished." ”

"Don't worry, girl, don't you take it!" Si Qi raised his left hand to signal, girls tend to grow and develop faster than boys of the same age, Si Qi girl is now tall and thick, and it seems that she is going to develop into the image of a female man.

At such a moment, Si Qi thought again that the second girl's monthly silver was enough, but Mama Wang's old and daughter-in-law sneaked around from time to time, and her own young lady was so cowardly, and she still had to take care of Jia Cong, if I wasn't stronger, how could I be good.

The lights in the night and the not-so-bright moonlight reflected on Jia Yingchun's face, which could be broken by blowing, tender like freshly peeled lychees, white like goose fat, bright and affinity.

Si Qi stepped in, Jia Yingchun had to take off the cloak as soon as he walked into the room, this is a habitual action, in a large family, once the cloak is worn, the younger generation must take it off when he sees the elders, otherwise it will be disrespectful and rude. (This custom refers to the historical materials of the Ming and Qing dynasties)

Yingchun has been taught by Mama since he was a child, and it is not necessary to come to see the little brother, but it is customary.

"The second sister is here, I'll help you out." Jia Cong put down the "Four Books Collection Notes" in his hand, and came over to help Yingchun untie the hat and cloak, it was not snowing just now, the hat should be prepared, Jia Cong commanded again: "Pomegranate, make three cups of boiling hot tea." ”

Si Qi handed the medicine over, Jia Yingchun explained, came in and sat down on the kang in the room, Jia Cong thanked him, and also let Si Qi sit, Si Qi did not sit on the kang, only sat on a small pestle.

Pomegranate handed over the tea, Jia Yingchun tasted Lu'an tea, and picked up the rice paper on the kang table to see, the rice paper is still eye-catching, but this poem is weird, she frowned and read: "Dew drops wet sand wall, twilight and loneliness, poetry laughing Taijian, answer cloth Fiji...... The mud is not fragrant, and the fertile grass is greasy. ”

"This ...... Did you do it? So-so. Jia Yingchun's eyes widened: "Brother Cong can ask the eldest master and eldest wife for peace this time?" ”

Jia Cong couldn't hold back a smile, and was about to explain a few words, when the little pomegranate standing next to him said: "Master Cong has been sick for a few days, and the eldest master said that he was exempted, but after he improved, his temperament was quieter. ”

Jia Yingchun said in his heart: "It's not just quiet, it's a big change, what's going on?" ”

"On that year's holiday, the old lady ordered people to scatter money, did you get it?" Jia Yingchun asked Pomegranate.

"Come on, but the eldest lady said...... said that there is a New Year's Festival to scatter money, what month do you need? Master Cong's monthly silver last month was not ......" Pomegranate saw Jia Cong's expressionless face, and hurriedly shut up and stepped aside.

Si Qi and Jia Yingchun are a little embarrassed, the eldest wife Mrs. Xing has no biological children, she is the mother-in-law of Jia Lian, Jia Yingchun, and Jia Cong, usually just want to get by on face, how can she really be good to them, besides, Mrs. Xing's mother's family is not as powerful as Wang Xifeng's mother's family, and she is the most stingy and mean.

Mrs. Xing's personality is somewhat similar to Ning Guofu's grandmother You Shi, both of them are the ladies who come from behind, and they tolerate their husbands in every way, of course, they are also different, You Shi is not so hateful, and he is more good at being a man.

"Ahem...... Those who have enough food and clothing, and who are hungry and do not lack a few money, are all girls chewing the root of their tongues. Jia Cong seemed to be ill and had not recovered, coughing again after saying a few times, Pomegranate panicked, came over and knocked on her back, she lowered her head more and more, and did not dare to speak.

"Hmm." Jia Yingchun looked at the book and asked, "With Brother Cong's age, Mengxue has not yet ended, how can you read the "Notes on the Four Books"?" ”

"Mengxue can only endorse literacy, "Three Character Classic", "Thousand Character Text", "Sound Rhythm Enlightenment" and the like, I will memorize it, the second sister does not know, I heard the Qing guests in the house said, even if the mountains and towns are in the mountains, there are teenagers who will make the 'talk' of the eight strands of literature, which can be called a prodigy, I am a dignified public house, four books have not been read, and the five classics are not ripe, are you not ashamed?" Jia Cong's face was a little sickly pale.

Jia Yingchun was stunned, Si Qi's eyes were also looking around him, as if he wanted to find something, Jia Yingchun said with a smile: "Sister is talking about you...... Didn't you like to mess around with Brother Huan and Lan Boy? Why did this son become reasonable and like to read? My sister was puzzled. ”

"My brother had a nightmare, and after waking up, I felt that I couldn't live up to such a family background, and I couldn't live up to my sister's heart." Jia Cong took the medicinal soup handed by Pomegranate and ate it himself.

Jia Yingchun lowered her eyebrows and was silent, Si Qi clearly saw that the girl smiled at the corner of her lips.

After sitting for a while and talking for a while, they said goodbye, Jia Cong got up and sent out, under the steps outside the curtain felt, only a quarter of an hour, a layer of catkins-like snowflakes was laid, Jia Cong got up and sent it out in person: "Do you want to let the pomegranate send the second sister and Sister Siqi?" ”

"No, it's not far, you go back and rest, Ming'er Lantern Festival, there is still a lively scene, now it's the first month, the school is on vacation, our daughter's family can't do needlework, you should also rest, you want to study, after the first month, there is a reading in the family science, be careful of the grandfather (Jia Dairu)'s ring ruler, it won't hurt you!"

Jia Yingchun turned around and said a few words, Jia Cong, Si Qi, and Pomegranate urged her to go back, because the snow was getting bigger and bigger, the whiteness of the snow, and the brilliance of the moon, constituted a hazy glass world, and their footprints were imprinted on the road, and they were covered by new snowflakes, and gradually disappeared.

"Master Cong, let's go in." Pomegranate put a small cloak on him in a cotton lining.

"Hmm." Jia Cong agreed, his eyes looked at the snowflakes, and he was stunned: "Ruixue Zhaofeng year, look at this momentum, there will be no locust plague in Shandong this year, I'm afraid that the whole Zhili is snowing, I have never seen such a big snowflake in my previous life......"

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The light of the oil lamp was dim, reflecting on his face that seemed to be eight or nine years old, the screen window was closed, but those sheng flute and pipe music were still coming, was it the sound of Jia Yu and his little wives drinking and having fun? There is also the lively sound of singing in the distance, the barking of dogs in the streets and alleys outside the wall, if there is nothing, presumably Jia Mu is there to be a full group?

Jia Cong put down the book and listened carefully to the voice in his ears, vague and couldn't tell what he was singing, it seemed to be a lively and festive "Full Bed"? Well, this tone is Qin, very high-pitched, he can be sure.

In his previous life, he was a senior lover of Red Mansions, and he was also interested in Red Studies, a collector's edition of "Dream of Red Mansions", which was placed next to his pillow until he died, and he turned it several times, and there was handwriting on every page, I am afraid that this obsession made him come to this unknown time and space?

Jia Cong of the Red Mansion, although he is in the same vein of the long house, has very few scenes, he is also a concubine, Jia Huan's appearance rate is even higher, to borrow a sentence from "The King of Comedy", you will die and run the trick?

I can't think about those bad things, Jia Cong's identity, at least he is a nobleman, at least the son of Rongguofu, he is not dressed in a worse situation of slaves, prostitutes, **, Xu officials, and poor people, he is already very lucky, in addition to self-knowledge, people must also learn to be grateful, isn't it?

Being prepared for danger in times of peace is naturally also necessary, the father of this identity Jia Yu, a lot of little wives, will not do business, for a few fans, so that Jia Yucun blackmailed the stone nerd, the most frustrating, is to sell his daughter Jia Yingchun, five thousand taels of silver to Sun Shaozu, and was abused to death by the latter.

Mrs. Xing's stinginess, not to mention her, her brother Jia Lian is a gentleman, both men and women, meat and vegetarian are not taboo, but it is by no means heinous, this person still has a little conscience. And sister-in-law Wang Xifeng, Feng Lazi, is not easy to get along with.

In short, there are a lot of complicated things that need to be sorted out, dealt with, and taken precautions, but they can't be rushed. Not long after Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai entered the mansion one after another, the Jia clan still had many years of life.

Fortunately, in his previous life, he was not only a lover of Red Mansions, he was familiar with the plot, and he especially liked the historiography of Chinese culture in his spare time, such as opera, dominoes, wine orders, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, four books and five classics, Han Fu, Tang poems, Song Ciyuanqu, Ming and Qing novels, costume research, ancient architecture research, ancient river governance, Bagu literature, etc., all of which were involved.

Of course, Bo is not precise.

But he has time to integrate, follow the customs, and learn, this kind of feudal society where the world is peaceful and Heqing Haiyan is feasted, with the identity of the original owner, the road to the imperial examination must be the best way out, and it is also suitable for him.

Don't follow the locals? In this era of ritual cannibalism, people are divided into three, six, nine and so on, okay? Of course, if you have to suffer the consequences, you may become a supporter of Copernican heliocentric Bruno and be roasted on a fire.

Mr. Lu Xun's sentence "cannibalism", is it shouted indiscriminately? Jinling's Twelve Hairpins are in the second book and the second book, and the thirty-six women's "a thousand red and one cry, ten thousand Yan share the same sorrow", how can it be a gratuitous reason?

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When it was time, according to the time of the previous life, that is, from nine o'clock to eleven o'clock, Jia Cong put away his books and prepared to wash and sleep, the little girl Pomegranate came to help him take off his shoes and socks and wash his feet, Jia Cong refused, and washed himself: "Pomegranate, I have three things you have to do." ”

"What's the matter with Master Cong?" Pomegranate stared at him with wide eyes, lowered her head again, and kneading her jacket nervously with her fingers, very shy.

Jia Cong said: "Don't talk nonsense, like today's big lady doesn't give out monthly silver, if I say, the big lady will scold me at most." In the house, there are many people, especially the eldest lady's companion Wang Shanbao's family, if she has nothing to do, what should you do? ”

"Oh......" Pomegranate relaxed her fingers.

Jia Cong said: "Don't make trouble for me. ”

"No...... Pomegranate won't, Master Cong must not drive me away......" Pomegranate's little face suddenly changed, his small mouth flattened, and he was about to cry.

In this era, in this world, the common people have to pay taxes and serve on errands, if there is a disaster year and a famine, it is not a joke to mourn all over the wilderness, there are countless refugees and victims, and the servants of the rich and noble, although their status is low, the security in all aspects makes the common people envious. Pomegranate's family is a poor family, sold into Jiafu, this job and security, I don't want to lose.

"If you can do it, it's the best." Jia Cong wiped off the water droplets, nodded and said, "Turn off the light, close the door, put down the curtain, and take the last one, the half-hanging money at the bottom of the cabinet." ”

Pomegranate stood there dumbfounded, his eyes blinking, Jia Cong turned around and said, "What's wrong?" Didn't hear me? ”

"Pomegranate thought that Master Cong was going to beat me!" She cried with joy.

Jia Cong thought about it, part of the original owner's memory was fused by him, it seems that the original Jia Cong is really like this, reading, being a person, words and deeds, etc., compared with Jia Huan, it is no wonder that there is no Jia Cong in many lively occasions in the Red Mansion.

Telling the pomegranate to rest peacefully, Jia Cong also fell asleep, thinking: "This body is still very weak, in addition to preparing for the imperial examination, it is also a top priority to strengthen exercise appropriately." ”

I thought again: "The Lantern Festival must be very lively, the above orders people to come and go, if you don't command, there is no need to hot face to stick a cold buttocks, this original owner, is not welcomed...... There is also a change of character, that nightmare, and I have to lie about it. ”

A gentleman judges the situation and is cautious in his words and deeds.

The little pomegranate who is waiting outside at any time, his eyes are still shining at night, counting the copper coins one by one, five hundred Kong Fang brothers, comparable to her salary for dozens of days, in this era, one tael of silver can buy one stone of rice, one hundred taels of silver, can make a poor family of five live for ten years.

And Wang Xifeng's birthday cost more than 100 taels.

"I'm running out of money for medicine...... It's rare that this master has changed his temperament, Amitabha. Pomegranate folded her hands.

When dangdang, the sound of the husband playing the more sounded, three times in a row, three drums, three watches, it was the time of the child, but many large households in the capital, including the two Guogong mansions of the Jia family, the lights were bright, the lively and festive was still there, the firecrackers and fireworks were ringing, the Qin cavity and the Kun cavity were continuous, they shook their heads, pushed the cup to change the lamp, staggered the chips, picked up the ivory chopsticks and hit the gold cup and silver bowl, and the beautiful music, the husband turned the lanes, the red lantern of Zhumen, swaying with the wind.

[The new book is difficult, if you think you can read it, please give it a collection.] 】