After the second township examination in his life, Jia Cong went to the pen holder alley for a banquet in the same year, Zhang Maocai was a guest, returned on horseback, and returned to his parents.

Two days later, in the morning, Jia Yu stayed for dinner, Jia Yu looked at this little son, and said with a smile: "In Cong'er's room, there should be a room." ”

"Master, I think Xiaohong is the most suitable, she Lao Tzu and Lao Tzu Niang are all slaves of the family, and people are also well-behaved." Mrs. Xing said.

Jia Cong listened with straight ears, and he only moved the chopsticks when they got off the chopsticks.

This was the case with the feudal patriarchal system, where the emperor ruled the entire empire, and the patriarch was also the emperor within the confines of the family. The clan system stipulated in the Ming Dynasty, Lao Tzu killed his son for Lao Tzu's mother, in order to move the heavens, this kind of miserable "filial piety" is legal and reasonable in the Ming Dynasty, and the local government will also go to the table to ask the court for praise, this situation is not uncommon in the "Ming Shilu".

The terrible clan system, the denial of human rights, also consists in the restriction of children's personal property, the arrangement of marriages, including maids, and the imposition of punishment for the slightest reason.

One of the big reasons why the ancient clan could not divide the family was "filial piety", if the parents were there, the son split the family, changed the household registration, and was punished with a rod in accordance with the "Da Ming Law" and "Da Shun Law". Moreover, if it seriously affects the reputation, the parents are separated from each other, which is "unfilial piety", and the future of officialdom will be destroyed.

Generally speaking, the parents of the clan resolutely do not allow their sons and daughters to have private property before they get married, which is the origin of the ancient slaves bullying the young master and the powerful, such as Lai Da, Zhou Rui, etc., Jia Baoyu, Jia Cong, etc. have to shout "uncle" or "master", which is also clearly stipulated in the law of Daming and Dashun, of course, this is just a general situation, whether unmarried children have private property depends on the will of their parents. Jia Cong published books and opened a bookstore, and he had filial piety to his parents, and they did not stop him.

Frankly speaking, in ancient clans, children were the private goods of their parents, which is not an exaggeration.

In order to confuse Yan Song, Xu Jie married his granddaughter to the grandson of the Yan family, and then Xu Jie's fangs were bared and killed Yan Song, the Yan family was raided, and his own granddaughter was poisoned by Xu Jie's son, that is, her father, who was a political chess piece, and the cold-bloodedness of politicians made normal people shudder. This is exactly the same as Zhu Yuanzhang poisoning Deng Guifei, the daughter of Deng Yu (the founder of the country), in order to curry favor with Wang Baobao, that is, Zhang Juzheng, who has made more merit than he has made, after the conspiracy to bring down Gao Gong, he united with Feng Bao and prepared to kill Gao Gong, but he fell short, and Gao Gong was also kind to Zhang Juzheng.

Jia Cong can change some things, but he can't change these things, at least not now, he has always been trapped in the feudal etiquette system, struggling, breaking through, and following the rules of the game, not to mention that he can't choose his own wife, he is a girl who has a room, and he must also ask for the consent of his parents.

Come to think of it, feudal society, what a fucking fuck.

"That Qingwen, didn't her mother nod her head? There are three girls in Cong'er's room, Qiu Tong is my reward, and Xiaohong is the one you nodded in......" Jia Yu groaned, the three girls actually represent the tendency of the three people...... He clapped his hand and said: "It's still Qingwen, at most, the two of them will have a room, he is not very old, Xiangling, it depends on whether he is in the middle of the move." ”

Mrs. Xing was quite unwilling in her heart, that Xiaohong was still very obedient, discerning, and flattering, but she never dared to disobey Jia Yu, and said with a smile: "Yes, then I will go and reply to the old lady tomorrow, Wang Shanbao's family, go and call Qingwen to salute." ”

Jia Cong didn't say a word, looked at Jia Yu, Jia Yu also looked at him, this father and son whose blood is thicker than water, can't see how much family affection there is, if Jia Cong has not achieved fame, this day is impossible.

Jia Cong's eyes and tone were full of concern: "My father is old, he is a person who has a granddaughter, he should pay more attention to his body, his son and second brother are not ignorant of age." ”

Jia Lian only responded, Jia Yu said happily: "I don't lack anything now, when your bookstore opens up and becomes an official, I still need to ask you to find a few Peugeot girls and a few exquisite antique treasures......"

Jia Cong smiled respectfully, but he wanted to kill his father with this body more and more in his heart, and poured a toast: "This is what a son should do, a father's words." ”

Jia Lian was nothing, but Wang Xifeng in the banquet felt that the little uncle was a little wrong.

……

Qingwen is a smart girl.

But she doesn't use her cleverness to her superiors.

Qingwen was very smart when facing Mrs. Wang, and Mrs. Wang asked her how she was in Baoyu's room, and Qingwen said that she didn't know, and the old lady still asked her to do needlework. Where did Mrs. Wang dare to ask Mother Jia, "Why do you still want to ask Qingwen to do needlework?" At this point, she successfully fooled Mrs. Wang.

Looking at Wang Shanbao's flattering and respectful attitude today, her eyes rolled, and she already understood a little bit in her heart, and she entered the inner door enchantingly and rushed to the serious lobby, where the second master Lian, Grandma Lian, Master Cong, the eldest master, and the eldest lady were all there.

Mrs. Xing was sitting precariously: "Qingwen, you listen well, all the family is here today, and in the back of Cong'er's room, all the affairs are dependent on you to take care of, if something happens, I will only ask you." If nothing happens, you will set a monthly plan of one or two pieces of silver today, and receive it from me, and you will be a slave? Or do you want to be half a master? ”

Qingwen's eyes drifted towards Jia Cong, Jia Congli sat up, stood side by side with Qingwen, and kept making eyes, the two knelt on the mat with a heart, kowtowing to Jia Yu and Mrs. Xing, the old couple was laughing, the young couple, Qingwen was shy, but Jia Cong said in his heart: "It's all kowtow to the dead......"

The most unpleasant thing in it is Wang Xifeng, look at this little pair, think about myself and Jia Lian from love and sweetness to the same bed and different dreams, I can't help but feel sad, I can't bear to see the joy of others, and then look at my husband Jia Lian, in addition to age, nothing can compare to Jia Cong, how could I marry such a man?

……

It's the night to sleep, it's not the first time Qingwen has been lying in the same bed with this master, although she has a strong and fiery temperament, she usually messes around but doesn't care so much, but today is unusual, she is kneeling with Cong Ye in the hall, and she will be a proper aunt in the future...... In other words, Master Cong can ...... right now

He...... He turned over, Qingwen smeared Dancôme, the jade hand wearing the silver bracelet, put it together tightly on her chest, her heart was like beating a drum, bang bang, bang bang, who thought Cong Ye said very strangely: "Qingwen, do you have a fever?" ”

"No ......"

"Oh, that light goes out, it costs oil."

He...... He fell asleep without saying a word, Qingwen was happy again, and he was disappointed, was he not satisfied? whispered: "Master Cong, it's not for ...... room"

"I know......" The vision of each other in the dark night was very blurred, Qingwen felt Jia Cong hugging her, shrunk into a ball, and snuggled in his arms, she felt Jia Cong exhale in her hair, and her hand touched her chest and rubbed it slowly, "When you are fifteen years old, will you open your face again?" ”

"Hmm." The voice was inaudible, and my heart was up and down this night.

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In the inner curtain of the Gongyuan, Wang Yingyuan, the main examiner, Liu Dongsheng, the deputy chief examiner, the eighteenth room official, and several scribes sat together, and after the reading was completed, they began to set the two lists of the main and deputy directors of the Autumn Palace.