The leisure time is easy to pass, and the three autumns are inadvertently like sand slipping away between your fingers, and the gradually cold weather, the yellow grape vine leaves, the winter wheat falling, and the snowflakes disappear.

The cold of the moon in the tenth year of Yongle is very cold, and the brazier, hand stove, and cotton cloth must be wrapped tightly when going out.

Snowflakes fall on the treetops and dripping eaves, and the world is like being in a hazy glass world.

Jia Cong held a scroll in his left hand in the study, and a copper stove in his right hand to pluck coal. The days of the past few months have been almost like this, with four books and five classics, eight shares of Shiwen, and more and more exam books, from the beginning of "Words to Use", to the piles of Jiangnan Shiwen, which were given by Teacher Qin and Senior Sister Qin. The increasing number of books is like the rings of a tree, telling the passage of time.

The bookstore that is carefully run, all the current texts that he carefully reviewed, the sales have grown steadily, and Beijing is a big city with a population of millions of people, and there are tens of thousands of readers, but his market target readers are about the level below the college examination, and there is no need for others.

But with these thousands of sales targets, it is enough for Shanhai Books to add a few printing workshops. In the course of human history, Bi Sheng's movable type printing has always been regarded as a great progress in engraving printing, but in the real situation of ancient times, movable type printing is only an interlude, a kind of auxiliary printing, and its cost is relatively high.

In addition, the papermaking workshop has also increased, increasing manpower, buying the best papermaking materials in ancient times is hemp and cotton, but these two are mostly used for clothing, and the cost is high, and the widely used is the tree and bamboo.

Printing and papermaking have hired technicians, the location of Shanhai Books is well chosen, the north is the inner city, the south is the outer city, the original purchase and decoration cost Zheng Yexiao and Luo Gaocai a lot, and at this moment finally entered the stage of steady earning, Jia Cong's dividends are enough to be self-sufficient.

Pirated books are common, and piracy of the reputation of Dashun's first prodigy is rare.

On the Qin Mansion, he went from often to occasionally, most of the time was self-taught, and the practice of the art was sent, Fan Lin, Shen Hao, and Liu Dongsheng all had letter guidance. Jiafu has one more showman, which has also been diluted by time. Everyone lives their own lives, and there are contradictions with each other as if they are not related.

Shen Hao went to Suzhou, and his hometown Huating is a neighbor, sent a letter to hope that he can go to the south of the Yangtze River to study, and vigorously stated that the south of the Yangtze River is rich in literature and things, but the great talents, the society is numerous, and it helps to gain and so on, this letter made Jia Cong quite moved.

His mother, Mrs. Xing, is also from Suzhou. Xing Xiuyan's family is still in Suzhou. Lin Daiyu is also from Suzhou, and Lin Ruhai just went to Yangzhou to take up his post.

Then he considered his next arrangements and the situation of Jia Mansion in the coming year.

The Guiyou Township test failed, and Jia Cong could only hope for the Bingzi Township test in three years and the Ding Chou test in four years, naturally. In fact, he can't make any big moves in Jiafu, and it seems to be a good choice to go to Suzhou.

In the late summer and early autumn of the next year, Daiyu will go south, and in early September, Lin Ruhai will die, and then build the Grand View Garden and the Yuan Concubine Provincial Family.

There will be no unfavorable situation in Jiafu, but it will be a time when flowers are blooming and cooking oil in a blazing fire, but he has to ask for the consent of his parents and even Jia's mother, I am afraid it will be difficult to discuss.

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The ancestral hall still stands in Ningfu, even if the house is raided, it will not be destroyed, and the New Year festival is Jia Qiang's busiest rush.

On the day of the ancestor worship on Chinese New Year's Eve, the division is arranged by Zhaomu, Jia Jing is the main sacrifice, Jia pardons the accompanying sacrifice, Jia Qiang is a lord, Jia Lian and Jia Qi hold the drape, Baoyu holds incense, Jia Jia and Jia Ling show the carpet and guard the burning pond. Tsing Yi music, three dedications, worship, burning silk and liquor, after the ceremony, the music, exit.

Jia Xun and Jia Zhi stood from the inner instrument door to the main hall under the corridor of the main hall, and the small maid stood outside the door of the instrument, the male outside the threshold, the female dependents in the threshold, the men held the vegetables, and the female dependents were passed to the offering table one by one according to the respect and humility of the elders and young.

Returning to their respective positions, left Zhao and right Mu, male east and female west, waiting for Jia Mu to bow down with incense, text generation, jade character generation, grass character generation, Ulala knelt five halls, three hugging buildings, inner and outer corridor eaves, on the stage and under the steps, flowers are clustered, crows are silent, rings are tinkling, and cigarettes are swirling.

Flowers are brocade, and fire is boiling.

Since then, flowing water seats, firecrackers, opera fireworks, wine, tea and fruits, have continued until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

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In this wealthy compound in the north of Shuofang, under their elegant walking gestures, lengthy tones, and rich expressions, it seems to show people a picture of ten miles of Qinhuai, gold powder of the Six Dynasties, January of the present and ancient times, and the beautiful small bridges and flowing water of Zhejiang and Suzhou, and the old courtyard in the song.

Lin Daiyu listened to this hometown sound without blinking, and couldn't help but miss Huaiyang and Wuzhong's hometown.

Jia Cong, who is accustomed to listening to all kinds of modern music, can't say that he can't appreciate classical opera, but when he encounters something good, he also enjoys it.

In the lobby of this West Road, a piece of Wentian martial arts, prosperous scenery, the image of a wealthy banquet, the fifteenth full moon hangs on the treetops, and the bright lotus lamps inside and outside the hall reflect each other with the moonlight.

On the male side, Jia Cong asked Jia Yu about what Shen Hao said about going south, and Shen Hao also wrote to Jia Yu.

Jia Yu looked at the tall figure of the mandarin duck from time to time, and the laughter and opera at the banquet were noisy, and he couldn't hear clearly: "Cong'er, what did you say?" ”

Jia Cong was speechless, and said with careful phrasing: "Father, my son is saying that Master Shen, the master of the house test, sent a letter, what do you think of going south?" ”

Mrs. Xing, who was next to her at the women's table, heard it, and said, "Cong'er has a reputation for showing talent, but she doesn't need to open the way, you can go to all parts of the world." ”

Jia Yu's greedy gaze reluctantly withdrew from the freckles on the face of the mandarin duck goose egg, blamed his son for disturbing his interest, and said a little impatiently: "No, no, Suzhou is far away, not as far as you go to Wanping, your parents are here, not far away." ”

It's too far away, and I'm not at ease.

Over there, Mother Jia asked them what they were talking about, Mrs. Wang vaguely heard a few words, and replied to her mother-in-law, Mother Jia thought twice, leaned forward and said, "Cong'er, your child is still thinking about it?" Since our family entered Beijing, in addition to Fuling going south, there are few people who have returned to Jinling, not to mention Suzhou. Your aura is indeed not spiritual, I think about it carefully, I heard about Wanping's Xiucai, Master Qian in Beijing, I'm afraid that who will you get again, and you will get into trouble in vain, besides, in Wuzhong, you Lao Tzu can't control you, and it's up to you? ”

Jia Cong was silent on the surface, and scolded in his heart: Fuck your mother's feudal etiquette!

Jia's mother openly said that Jia Cong's aura was not working, soothing Baoyu in her arms, and the dislike was very obvious.

Sanchun, Baochai, Daiyu, and Aunt Xue didn't say anything, and at this time, Zhou Rui led a door bucket in, and the door bucket was an errand officer of the Xuezheng Yamen.

The door is very aware of the etiquette of the nobles of the official family, and when he comes in, he only goes outside the hall, and does not enter the hall, so he bows: "Our master Xuezheng greets the old ladies and gentlemen, ladies and grandmothers in the house, and we are disturbed during the holidays." ”

"It's not bad for your family to give gifts, just keep accounts, what are you doing here?" Jia Mu couldn't look down on it and asked Zhou Rui, but Zhou Rui couldn't say it hesitantly.

"Our lord is in a hurry, so he called the small pass on the card ticket of the Guozi Supervisor, and the young master of your mansion Jia Cong selected the Guozi Jian Yougong as a student, and went to fill in the school registration, this matter is important, so it is called the small one to pass it on personally." That door fight is neither humble nor arrogant.

Guozijian? Yougon?

Jia Mu was stunned, where is this not blessed by spiritual light? How many people can there be in a province of Guozijian Yougong?

Suddenly, the chief steward Lai Da hurriedly ran in again, didn't have time to wipe his sweat, bowed his waist and said: "Old lady Qiqi, old man, big lady, the official of the prince's mansion of Prince Yu is here, and the servant is invited to the lobby, saying that he is here for Master Cong." ”

"What? Prince Yu's Mansion? "Jia Zheng's shooting, is it a good thing or a bad thing?

The lords, wives, sons, and ladies in the entire lobby were still there, only the sound of music on the stage, and the cold wind blowing in the early spring night.