Rice paper, this thing is very expensive. I practice calligraphy with rice paper every day, and Jia Cong can't afford it, so he said that he will use bamboo paper in the future. The twists and turns of the Dashun court all said that "material resources are difficult", and silk and rice paper were never used.

Put down the brush, the air outside the window dried the four columns of handwriting from right to left, Jia Cong's eyes looked at the courtyard, the grape trellis and mulberry trees became more and more brilliant, orange Huainan is orange, orange is orange Huaibei, plants and people, are the same, can not transcend Darwin's natural selection.

"This poem is good, I read it and it is catchy." Qingwen pinched the paper in her hand and was pleased: "Are you really not worried about the attack at all?" ”

"What can it be? Let's go. Jia Cong greeted as usual, Sun Fu bitterly picked up the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, four books and five classics, a change of clothes, and gold, fortunately, there are not many four treasures in the study, and they are scheduled to buy and use them outside.

This scene seems familiar, and it was like this last time, Qingwen waved her hand lazily, looking down at her feet, women's feet, more secret than their chests, are easy not to be seen by men, and some women are ashamed to show their husbands when they get married. She remembered washing her feet one night, and Master Cong seemed to have inadvertently glanced at it, and she didn't know if he had seen it, his kind of eyes...... Like sympathy or pity, three-inch golden lotus, she would rather believe that he didn't see it, isn't it what you men love to see when they wrap their little feet? I was wrapped up in ...... It is also good to sell into large households.

"Master Cong."

"What's wrong? Forgot something? Jia Cong looked back.

Qingwen pointed to the birdcage under the corridor, and the green feather starling shouted, "Master Cong, are you really okay?" ”

"It learned from me." Qingwen clapped her hands and laughed.

"Heh......" Jia Cong also smiled, warm and sunny. She watched him leave again, parting is a common thing in life, always inadvertently, in hindsight, reluctant, but also inadvertently. Qingwen was finally able to read the poems, and Qiutong said strangely that the eldest lady called back, and Qingwen took the piece of paper.

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Jiao Hong is Jia Yu's relatively young little wife, among his concubines, quite good at the art of the room, this morning, she is not happy, unhappy, after all...... The old man is old, and there are many little wives, so it is inevitable that she will not have enough energy, and she has not tasted the peak for a long time...... It's no wonder that Qiu Tong is looking for Second Master Lian.

"Good! He is worthy of being my Jia Yu's son! Jia Yu took Jia Cong's poems again, went out to publicize them, and advertised his son, mainly to fight for Jia Yu's own face.

"People are not happy...... "Jiao Hong's clothes are not neat, complaining, but no matter whether it is cool or not, she has to pretend to be very cool every time.

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In the outer study room Mengpo Zhai, several Qing guests who were eating and waiting for death praised each other, and Bu Guxiu said word by word: "The child is determined to go out of the countryside, and he vows not to return if he can't learn to become famous." Why do you need to bury bones? Life is everywhere! Good sentence, Brother Zili, this one, the lintel of the Daxian Mansion, really deserves to be from the family of the Gongfu, I am ashamed. ”

"If you can't learn to become famous, you will not pay it back, and your ambition has appeared. Dong Weng, congratulations, Brother Zili will definitely go to high school next year! Zhan Guang, Shan Pingren, and Hu Silai congratulated and applauded one after another.

Jia Zheng put on a five-grade white pheasant patch in the morning, put on a tooth wat and was about to go to work, when he suddenly saw this poem, which was complicated and indescribable: Baoyu is really not a little worse than Jia Cong!

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"It's quite neat to attack people's hands and feet, it's a girl I trained, how can I burn myself? So careless. Jia Mu was puzzled: "Mandarin duck, did someone do it on purpose at that time?" ”

"Old lady, I didn't see clearly." Mandarin duck shook her head, not to hide it for Jia Cong, her duty is to try to make Jia's mother happy, and she can't go back if she is unhappy. Mandarin duck is the daughter of the family, with high loyalty, her parents are old, and she helps the Jia family look at the house in Jinling, her brother Jin Wenxiang is the comprador of Jia's mother's house, and her sister-in-law is the pulp and shampoo of Jia's mother's house. The old lady is kind to her, like her parents. In addition to acting fairly, she is also close to people, Pan Youan and Si Qi cheated in Daguanyuan, which can be described as shocking, and she concealed it on her behalf.

Someone lined up the four martyrs of the Red Mansion like this: Qingwen, Mandarin Duck, Si Qi, and Jin Chuan.

"Why does Cong'er have so many things?" Jia's mother became more and more disgusted with Jia Cong, and she didn't feel that her Baoyu was also eventful.

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"Mother, what kind of person is Uncle Cong? Last night, the child saw ...... "Emperor's new clothes, and only children will tell the truth, Xiao Jia Lan's lips moved slightly, he felt that Uncle Cong was getting more and more unable to see through, and refreshed his three views again and again.

"Lan'er, it's none of your own business, don't talk about it!" Li Kun taught: "If you want to learn, you can learn from others, look at your Uncle Cong, you can compose poems, and you can also make eight shares, you haven't even read through the four books, how many years will it take to take the county exam?" As a mother, I am waiting for you to add glory, my son, you are my life, you know? ”

"Oh......" Jia Lan pouted, scratched his head, and went to recite Zhu Xi's collection of notes, afraid of his mother and his husband's ring ruler.

Li Kun looked at his son, a touch of pain in his heart, and said secretly: "Don't blame my mother, Brother Cong will take the county exam next year, you are only one year younger than him, he is still born as a slave, you were born by me, can I not be in a hurry...... Brother Cong, no matter how talented he is, he doesn't seem to be a bad person, but he is by no means a good person! This man is terrible! I don't know if it's good or bad for you to learn from him......"

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"That little lady raised, why are you still angry?" Wang Xifeng asked Ping'er, turning a blind eye to Lin Zhixiao's family, who was talking back and forth.

"Yes, Qingwen brought a poem over this morning, and the eldest and second masters praised it again, I remember a sentence...... If you can't learn to become famous, you vow not to pay it back......" Ping'er read it, she was funny, and Wang Xifeng also laughed.

"Sure enough, it was born by a slave, and he was frizzy, and he must have been burned by attacking people." Wang Xifeng looked at Lin Zhixiao's family at this time.

Lin Zhixiao, who was in charge of renting the house, was replaced by a slave to manage it because of that "boiling of public resentment", and this family was also powerless. Lin Zhixiao and his wife are Lin Hongyu's parents, and they later sent Lin Hongyu to Yihong Courtyard for a self-evident purpose. This Lin Zhixiao's family, although old, is Wang Xifeng's goddaughter, one of the henchmen, and later relied on the old to sell the old, taught Jia Baoyu a lesson, suppressed Liu's sister-in-law, and imprisoned Liu Wu'er. Now that her right-hand men have fallen one by one, Wang Xifeng's heart is blocked, how can she look at the people who are not powerful?

"Let's go, let's go, don't get in the way." Wang Xifeng's beautiful eyes were dark: "I want to see, how can he not learn to become famous and vow not to pay it back?" If you come back in disgrace, won't it make people laugh off their big teeth! ”

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"Madam, this is really none of Master Cong's business, I was too busy and forgot that the rice wine was piping hot." The attacker replied in the east ear room, and whispered, I felt pity.

"My son, it's not your fault, what is Cong'er...... is it" Mrs. Wang snorted coldly: "It's just that the eldest lady, I still want to ask the teacher in the morning, thanks to the fact that you were trained by the old lady...... Otherwise...... Rose dew, Poria cream...... You try it all, don't leave a scar, if the scar can't be erased......"

Looking at Mrs. Wang's hesitant eyes, the attacker was like falling into the abyss, secretly reciprocated some words, returned to "Qianyun Xuan", and coaxed Jia Baoyu again.

The two of them had already tried things for men and women, and Baoyu, who was still eight years old at the time, forced her to be fourteen years old, and she was half-pushed. went to Qingwen's vixen, which can be said to be one less confidant, and after coaxing people for a long time, Jia Baoyu felt a little distressed about her, but she had no desire for sex for a long time: "Sister Raider, you will raise it well, that Brother Cong is too hateful, why can't you learn to be famous and swear not to pay it back?" Selling fame and reputation! ”

Jia Baoyu loves women, but she must be an outstanding and beautiful woman, silly eldest sister, Grandma Liu, don't think about it...... Bao Er Ye is a real appearance association.

"Am I not for you? No, it's for me...... "The attack is unwilling, although his appearance is not as good as Qingwen's best maids, but it is also above average, and she can get by as an aunt, not to mention her actions, scheming, and wrists, the girl in Bao Erye's room, which one is not obedient to her? Respectfully? Her family was poor, and Lao Ziniang had to starve to death, and she couldn't open the pot before she sold it into Jiafu...... To change the situation, she wants to be an aunt, the party is the same as the other, please Mrs. Wang, and coax Jia Baoyu, what's wrong? I just can't imagine that Jia Cong is more treacherous and insidious than her......

"This scar won't be restored for a while...... "Attacker was a little disheartened for a while.