Don't stick to the meat and violate the ban, the host of the Jinlou here received the silver, Si Qi acted as the eldest sister, and worked the fresh melons and fruits, tea, wine and drinks, Xue Baochai issued the card ticket to the silver, but also let them take a part of the funding for the second girl Jia Yingchun's room.

In addition to the Shaoxing rice wine that is commonly loved to be eaten, I took a few things that I don't usually eat Gaoyou Wujiapi and Yuedong lychee wine, and Jia's mother said that it was fresh, which benefited from the development of the commodity economy, and Jia Cong had credit. He was tired of eating in his previous life, and he didn't think it was fresh, wasn't it just fruit wine, with few additives, and the taste was not as good as a modern bottle of three-yuan drink.

In addition, cauliflower tofu, peach leaf soup, agarwood, cherries, apricots, green plums, etc., the soup and tea preparation method is very advanced, and he thinks it is good.

When it comes to the eastward spread of Western learning, Chinese local culture has been mixed with foreign culture for nearly 2,000 years, from Buddhism, to today's Western doctrine and religion are also very influential, Jia Cong's meaning is clear, mutual absorption and blending, and exporting cultural soft power.

Said Lao Zhuang Rulai, the talented women here should be able to insert two sentences, Miaoyu is more than 20 years old, intensive research for more than ten years, she sat with Dai Chai, and said with a faint smile: "Tianzhu passed the Buddha to us, and we passed it to the surrounding small countries, these have precedents." ”

The women looked at her intently and listened: "About two hundred years ago, according to the seventeenth era of the Western Era, there were four famous monks in my country: Yunqi Zhu Hong, Zibai Zhenke, Hanshan Deqing, and Lotus Yizhixu. Speaking of Zhu Hong, Yunqi Nunnery, Wuyun Mountain, Hangzhou, his book "Zen Guan Cejin" is said to have a great impact on the Wa Kingdom, and I have heard it in Jiangnan. ”

"Even if we don't talk about that one, the other book "Water and Land Rituals", we will do water and land rituals up and down today, and we will do it according to its regulations. It's just that all kinds of theories need to be studied very deeply in the literal meaning, so naturally they can only be in the upper stream. ”

Jia Cong ate nuts, and Xue Baoqin, who was innocent and lively, had slightly curly hair and a small foreign atmosphere: "It's true, our painting illustrations, which are not very famous, have become ukiyo-e that are popular all over the country when they arrive at Fusang in Dongying, and Goryeo, Siam, and Luzon all look at us." It's just that it doesn't spread far, and Manraka goes west, and it is no longer a Confucian world. ”

"No wonder the Buddha couldn't sit still in Tianzhu and was repeatedly rejected, but instead took root here and blossomed." Xue Baoqin smiled and said: "What I heard along the way to the sea back then is not complete, our Jia scholars talk and laugh with Confucianism, and there is no white ding, so we should know more." ”

"That's it." Miaoyu said.

"It can be seen that the prospects are good." Jia Cong slightly chose two sentences of foreign experience and said, especially for Xue Baoqin's spleen, he was inexplicably happy: "Look at the era of my previous life, Nintendo ns crushed domestic game manufacturers, and the Japanese comic swept the north and south...... Who knew that in ancient times, it was the other way around, and it was really a reincarnation in heaven. ”

Miaoyu didn't look at Jia Cong in the banquet, like a stranger, only promised to choose one or two of the world's three religious classics, to help compile, since the three martial arts to destroy the Buddha, Buddhism and Taoism are controlled by the imperial court, strict precautions, the ideas have been blended with each other, and there are more and more people who implement the integration of the three religions, but this land has always been weak in religion, and Tibet can be practiced ****, more but self-cultivation and culture for people to live in the world.

Jia Cong fully believes that once more people know more, its assimilation power cannot be underestimated, compared with direct force and violence, cultural output has reduced the cost of great proportion, but the effect will be longer. Weighing the pros and cons, this choice is better, because Jia Cong also feels that he has to bear great pressure by allocating military funds all year round and piling up the number of troops to win.

"A few days ago, I finished painting the garden map sent to Grandma Liu, God, the Grand View Garden was only built for a year, but the painting took two or three years. Those paints, papers, pens, bowls, bowls and bowls were all opened by Sister Bao, and the money from the clan can be regarded as the joint efforts of Brother Cong and Sister Bao. Jia Xichun complained and laughed at himself: "It's okay, with the rough outline of the manuscript, dozens of others can be copied." What I want is to match our poems that sing about the garden, both calligraphy and painting. ”

"Okay, that's going to sell even more." Jia Cong interrupted: "You don't need dozens of tickets, about ten tickets are enough, scarce things are expensive, let's take the high-end route." Poetry and text can be pirated, but famous paintings can be seen by famous artists, and the value can be seen in the eyes of buyers. ”

"Hmm." Jia Xichun nodded, her braids swayed, bowed her head to eat dates, she changed a lot under the influence of Jia Cong and his wife, and consciously got along with them very harmoniously and comfortably, she gradually felt that up and down the house, the huge hundred-year-old family, only her brother Cong and Sister Bao were the most centripetal and cohesive, giving her father, brother and Xifu a sense of security that had never been given.

Li Kun turned out the poetry collections of the Grand View Garden and talked about it, Jia Xichun saw the past poems, and the memories appeared, thinking that she was the daughter of the princess, the only one in the three springs. It is better to have a father than to have a father since childhood, and Dongfu will not see even a word of cold and warmth, but anyone who has been touched by the cold world since childhood, and who has never even had family affection, it is difficult to believe anything, and will be selfish to protect themselves.

Although the ancestors were open, no matter how enlightened the feudal people were, they could not let a descendant, especially a woman, embody their value in a proper way.

So she cooperated in many ways, enjoyed it, and heard the third sister talk at the moment: "There are more than ten poems in the Grand View Garden, and the second brother of Miss Lin at that time wrote a poem 'Apricot Curtain in Sight', a wisp of spring leek green, ten miles of rice flowers, when the first choice is pushed, this first match is the best in the garden Daoxiang Village." ”

Jia Cong watched from the sidelines, the provincial concubine inscribed poems, indeed Lin Daiyu was the most talented and spiritual, and the two sentences were compiled into the words and sentences in the people's education edition in later generations, and there was a copy of Wen Tingyun's "Shangshan Morning Journey".

Shi Xiangyun was dissatisfied that he had no poems in it, and flattened his mouth: "What's good, more than a dozen songs praise virtue, and there are only a few words that people remember." Like the three girls, 'the subtlety can't be chanted for a while, and sure enough, all things are brilliant', the four girls 'Jing Duo's article creation skills', and Zhu's sister-in-law's 'how the gods go down to Yaotai', are all middle-rated. The second brother of the treasure made three songs, and none of them was outstanding......"

Jia Cong let them fully discuss, brainstorm and give full play to their talents, to be honest, he has left the aristocratic habit of chanting poetry and painting for many years, Jia Baoyu is the best in the poems of Long Fu and Little Restraint, extremely disgusted with rules and regulations, and snorted coldly in a slightly negative manner: "What is that, Sister Yun and Brother Cong can't even attach poems to it......"

Shi Xiangyun scratched his face: "Shame or not, I can still lose the couplet with you?" At that time, Master Cong traveled to Jiangnan to study, and he left few poems, you compare "Qin Women's Yin". ”

Jia Cong doesn't squint, doesn't say much, doesn't say poetry, songs, and songs, and he has put down the eight-strand text for many years, and he feels rusty when he thinks about it.

Xue Baochai thought to himself: "Brother Cong must not even remember "Pingshui Rhyme" clearly, wouldn't it embarrass him if he mentions it again?" ”

She smiled and said: "Originally, we were idle and useless to play, but now since we use it again, we can't distinguish between rhymes, but we hear the Tao in order, and we specialize in art, and everyone is different." You can't call a person to win every battle, and he must be famous in every poem, that's too inauthentic. ”

Jia Cong thought that it didn't matter if he talked about it at home, but outsiders questioned and couldn't convince the alliance, it was really a crisis, the alliance and the alliance, the same alliance, had to have the same like-mindedness, and also had to have personality charm, which is also the reason why the Hanlin Academy has to repeat the examination for outstanding jinshi every year, and can't put down the study.

I feel that it is difficult to do it, the so-called "if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight", but think about it all the way, there is no martial arts, who are you afraid of? Convinced of his clever efforts, he dropped it and picked it up again, who would dare to say that he didn't have the strength to fight? I don't mind. The mandarin duck blue forged vest, the jade bracelet in his hand, the pot was poured and a cup was poured, Jia Cong unknowingly pinched a handful on her buttocks, and thought: "You question it, I will study it and fight again when the time comes." ”

The mandarin duck was unconscious, turned around and blushed, and the women laughed at Xue Baochai's maintenance, and they all felt that Jia Cong had reached the time when his literary thinking was exhausted, and he couldn't do it in recent years, so he could only translate foreign things, and they all thought that it was no wonder that he was marching and fighting, did they still have to scrutinize Gelu Ping Qian at a critical moment, so they all felt reasonable. What kind of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, Pingshui rhyme, the old ancestors, the two wives and the aunt's wife are confused, and they can't plug it in at all, okay, Mother Jia is very happy and laughing, and Wang Xifeng is worried about it: "The names of the girls can't be revealed." ”

"I know." Jia Cong said: "Fang Ke has always used the number, and the buyer can only ponder, I don't know who the real person is, let alone see it." In ancient times, there were boudoir teachers who taught people to read and write. ”

Jia Zheng muttered: "It doesn't seem appropriate to live in a house after the spirit is stopped. ”

"I have requested to return to my ancestral home for a real funeral, and it will not be a few months before the soul stops." Jia Cong said.

There was nothing to say inside, the mandarin duck turned around, occasionally looked at him, his eyebrows were affectionate, Jia Cong said in his heart: "The golden mandarin duck can be officially accepted in, you can make plans first." ”

Maybe Jiuming is not honest, Li Kun didn't dare to approach him in public, and only listened to the hurried steps downstairs in Jinjin, and there was a sound of butterflies breaking and complaining, and the big families have always been orderly, and the tranquility like an assembly line robot was broken in an instant, Jia Mu frowned and was dissatisfied, and Mrs. Wang said: "What's wrong?" ”

The first to rush up was the sturdy Si Qi, who bowed his head and stopped by the door: "The people in the garden kitchen are disobedient, and they will scold and make trouble when they give a few orders, so they will go and tell them." ”

"What's going on?" Mrs. Wang's expression was worried, and her eyes looked at Mrs. Xing fiercely and secretly, wasn't she Xue Baochai's housekeeper? Are you proud of your big house? Look, it's far less than when I brought out Wang Xifeng as a gunman...... You couldn't be more proud, Mrs. Wang.

Mrs. Xing's face was not good-looking, Xue Baochai stood up immediately, Jia Yingchun followed and stood up, without saying a word, the Jinlou is her home, the host, the slave is not effective, what can the master say? Just talking about poetry, welcoming spring is only in the middle and lower way, as if there is no such person as her. stood up, unable to speak, Mrs. Xing looked at this nominal concubine, and was even more unhappy.