Jia Cong remembered that in the history of the time and space in his previous life, there was no festival of the Flower God Festival, in order to study the Red Mansion, he searched through the customs and historical materials and could not find it, it is estimated that Lao Cao waved his pen and corresponded to the twelve golden hairpins of the flower gods to do this. Well, since you have come to the world of Red Mansions, you can follow the customs of the locals.

The flower god festival is before and after the mango planting, mainly in the boudoir, worshiping the god of flowers, weaving flower branches, willow baskets, and draping some silk and satin for the flowers and grass. Although there are a lot of entertainment activities in ancient times, the boudoir lady is too scarce compared to modern times, and this activity also makes them very interested.

The small garden in the backyard is not as good as that of Jia's mother's house, and at this time, the Daguan Garden is not yet, and the sisters celebrate the festival in the garden outside the flower hall.

The open and secret battles between the elders and sisters-in-law, and the alternation of the patriarch's position have little impact on them. Only one person's mood fluctuated slightly: the fourth girl, Jia Xichun, she is the sister of Jia Zhen in Ningfu.

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Grape trellises, tumi trellises, moon seasons, peonies, autumn chrysanthemums, begonias, ...... Even roses, there are outside the flower hall, Li Kun led the sisters to celebrate the festival, purely for fun, this kind of boudoir custom is naturally indispensable to Jia Baoyu, who is "the first incompetent in the world, unparalleled in ancient and modern times".

Jia Cong sat in the pavilion for a while, stretching her waist, Jia Xichun was not interested after playing for a long time, she leaned on the railing sullenly, frowning, she was young, and now she can't think of the decline of her brother and sister-in-law, whether it will have an impact on her status and other things, but Miss Qianjin's "innocent reputation" has been educated since she was a child, deep-rooted, what Jia Zhen did, how can her innocence not be affected? Sister Lin is sentimental and sends people under the fence, so that her parents are pampered when she is young, and the old lady is pampered at this time, what about her fourth lady? Jia Jing took pills to cultivate immortals, his biological mother died early, and his brother and sister-in-law ignored him......

"Fourth sister, are you still learning to paint?" Jia Cong looked at her, Sanchun was the same color of clothes, light red gauze skirt, and he expressed his thoughts for many days: "I have a way to sell paintings to make money here, do you want to partner with my brother?" ”

"Money?" Jia Xichun came back to her senses from unhappiness and widened her eyes, Miss Qianjin sells paintings to make money? How do you think about it...... She hurriedly waved her hand: "Don't! No! Don't! ”

"Fourth sister, listen to me." Jia Cong is serious: "First, this is private, how can my brother make it public?" Second, why do you need to sign your own name on the painting? Just take a pen name, who knows? Third, this is not Lian's sister-in-law's money, it is illegal to take profits, this is reasonable, and you don't need to bear any charges. Fourth, if you draw well and sell well, isn't it interesting that the other you are famous outside? Wouldn't it be more interesting if you didn't lack money for food and clothing, but you could ask me to buy some toys and fat powder? ”

"Oops...... Look at what you say...... "Jia Xichun had a small head, put his hands on his cheeks, and thought about it very seriously, and with a smile, the two pigtails shook accordingly: "Is the money I have earned?" Brother Cong, can I also donate some incense money to the smart children of Shuiyuean? ”

What about the incense money...... Jia Cong's eyes were strange: This fourth sister always wants to become a nun! At such a young age, I buried my interest in becoming a monk. Jia Xichun's family situation, materially, she was born with nothing lacking, but spiritually, she was much neglected, therefore, he finally became selfish and self-serving, and she immediately drove away as soon as the girl entered the painting......

Jia Xichun became a monk many years later, and was desperately determined, this kind of person forced out by the environment, Jia Cong has seen too much, and he doesn't think it's strange.

However, at this time, Xichun is a child after all, and has not yet been determined, as soon as Jia Cong agreed, she jumped up and "pulled hooks" with him, and was not allowed to tell the "third party", people, if they can reflect their own value, they will live more easily, even if this embodiment is invisible, Jia Xichun walked while lifting her skirt, and turned back and said: "Don't lie to people, I'll go back to the room to paint." ”

"Definitely, definitely." Jia Cong smiled, but saw that the spring jumped out of the back door, the summer flowers in the garden were brilliant and fragrant, the dragonflies dotted with water, the butterflies were entangled, and the flowers and plants were covered with colorful forging silks by the girls.

"What did you say to the fourth girl? She was happy to be like that. Xue Baochai has the state of Yang Guifei, the body is plump and timid, and it has been noisy for a while, it is summer, but it is hot, wearing a semi-new and not old green onion and yellow gauze skirt, rose shoulders, sitting near the water, taking out a delicate sleeve fan, fan, crystal earrings, shiny, a pair of apricot eyes, as if he can speak, shallow bangs, Xiuxiang, already drenched in sweat, holding a black and oily bun, lips are not red and red, and the eyebrows are not painted but green.

Sister Bao is the real plain-faced, and she doesn't need any makeup, PS or plastic surgery at all.

Although Wuyan is ugly, he is talented and virtuous, and although Yuhuan is beautiful, he has no merit.

Baochai, which has salt-free talent and the beauty of jade rings, makes modern women embarrassed?

"Nothing, a joke with her." Jia Cong asked, "Do you want a veil?" ”

"No...... I have. Xue Baochai took out a piece of mandarin duck playing in the water from his sleeve, wiped his sweat, looked at him slightly with his eyelids, and saw that Jia Cong tied his hair with a belt, due to months of exercise, his height and body have grown slightly, a long cyan jacket with fine stitches, tied with a sweat towel, ordinary forging boots under his feet, his eyes do not squint, and he sits in a precarious position, she was stunned and said: "Have you finished reading Shiwen?" ”

"I'm watching, there's something I don't understand, thank you." Jia Cong said, Baochai will not favor one over the other when giving gifts, that is everyone's share, Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan have it, so that it does not seem to despise anyone and value anyone, Jia Cong is also among them. In addition, she and Baoyu can have a long talk, after all, they are two aunts and cousins, blood relatives, Jia Cong is inconvenient, even talking, chatting, she will only choose this kind of crowded and bright occasion, and the chat is limited to knowledge and knowledge, without mentioning their respective family affairs.

Baochai was willing to talk to him, first, Jia Cong's self-motivation was in line with her philosophy, and second, after coming down several times, he found that some of his insights were not under his deceased father, nothing more.

"Shiwen is probably enough to cope with the county exam, but your words are not very elegant." Xue Baochai asked, "Didn't your teacher teach you to practice calligraphy?" Brother Cong still learned Tang penmanship? ”

Jia Cong frowned and said: "Teacher Qin and I mean that it's okay to get by, yes, it's Yan Zhenqing's "Sacrifice to My Nephew Tablet" that I copied." ”

In his previous life, he practiced calligraphy, but he didn't think about becoming a calligrapher.

Xue Baochai shook his head and said: "Otherwise, a good hand, in the scientific examination, it is also important, if the calligraphy is superior, as the saying goes, the word is like the person, it can always affect the examiner's choice." You said that the examiner attaches the most importance to solving the question, which is also true, but what is the first to enter the examiner's eye? It's a word! ”

That's the case, Jia Cong thought, the composition of the high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination has something in common with the Bagu essay.

"The Tang people pay attention to the structure, the Song people pay attention to the interest, you choose the Tang people is good, Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, are all famous in the Tang Dynasty, and later Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu, Zhao Mengfu, are difficult to surpass...... But there is also a way to practice calligraphy, that is, there is no good rice paper, lake pen, and Hui ink, and if you have a method, you can also practice. Copying, in addition to the front, the back can also be, the first copy, write down, the second time according to the memory of writing, structure, round, double hook...... Sitting distance, mood ...... are particular, with the talent of Brother Cong, if you work hard, three years, you will be able to achieve a small success, not for the county test government to try the small three yuan, but also for the three yuan consideration. "Xue Baochai came one by one, like a few treasures.

She worked hard for the draft, no wonder she was knowledgeable and talented, if she went to take the exam, she must be in high school, in ancient times, many women were far more talented than men, far from it, the daughter of Lu Editor of "Confucianism", Bagu is excellent, but women are not talented is virtue, but no, no.

Jia Cong nodded, carefully recorded, if you talk about the erudition of ancient classics, he may not be as good as Baochai, but the ruler is short, the inch is long, on the world insight, Baochai is beyond his reach, Jia Cong pondered: "I heard that the mulberry picking women in the south of the Yangtze River raise silkworms and reeling silk, this season, not only stay at home, but also close the door to thank customers, right?" ”

"It's true." Xue Baochai was slightly puzzled, these are lowly professions she thinks, because the Xue family is an imperial businessman, and there are many guys in the family, she knows a little, you know, Daiyu, Xiangyun, you ask them about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they answer like a stream, but these daughters, when the ticket has never seen, the world does not know anything about the world, only Baochai knows a little...... But Baochai thought it was tacky to talk about this, and she shook her head and said: "Weavers, stove households, and untouchables, it's nothing if you don't understand it." It was the Yellow River, which entered Beijing by boat that year, where the Grand Canal and the Yangtze River converged, and Linqing, Shandong, where the river was silted. The Yongding River in Zhili, known as the Little Yellow River, do you really want to go? Could it be that you have any idea? ”

Although the women of the feudal official family have class nature, even Lin Daiyu looks down on the ninth-rate actors in her bones, and she also ridicules farmers like Grandma Liu in every way behind her back...... Jia Cong was still a little unhappy, and made a few perfunctory words. It turned out that Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu and others had been listening for a while, Xue Baochai was very embarrassed, Jia Baoyu was very dissatisfied with Yingchun, Baochai, Xichun and Jia Cong's closeness, he was the center of the flowers, where did he think, as soon as he came, Jia Cong left.