After Liu Dongsheng finished his errand and returned to the Imperial Palace, he went to the Ministry of Industry to find Langzhong Qin Ye, Qin Ye was Qin Keqing's adoptive father, and Liu Dongsheng was a jinshi in the same year, the same year, the same township, and the same teacher, and the relationship network of the imperial court came from this. Liu Dongsheng recommended "The Legend of Xiaolin Guangji" to Qin Ye, Qin Ye laughed, but said that the author was too unkind and sarcastic.

At the same time, there are also some people from the cultural class who came into contact with "Xiaolin Guangji", "Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng" became famous again after "Golden Bottle Plum", Zheng Yexiao earned more than 100 taels, of course, this is all a month later, the people of the time only focus on eight articles, miscellaneous novels are just a pastime, just a smile.

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Bisha cupboard is the house of Jia's mother's house, which is lived by Lin Daiyu after entering Beijing, and Jia Baoyu's house "Qianyunxuan" is just a wall apart, and you can meet when you go out. Jia Baoyu heard about "Xiaolin Guangji" at the banquet of the son of the family, and asked the little girl to buy Mingyan, Mingyan read this book a little yellow, in case he was discovered, he was going to suffer, and he shirked and sold out, Jia Baoyu didn't believe it, coerced and lured, Mingyan couldn't, secretly bought it, and deceived the concierge with silver money, Jia Baoyu got a glimpse of the true face of Lushan in "Xiaolin Guangji".

Flipping to a page, the story is as follows: A man who is proficient in giving birth to a boy or a girl comes and asks, "Do I give birth to a boy in divination?" Do you have a daughter? The Taoist replied, "You must have eggs." When the woman learned that she had given birth to a man, she was overjoyed, and a few months later she gave birth to a girl, and she exclaimed, "Why are there no eggs?" The Taoist replied: "Your girl grows up and has sex with a man, isn't this a sandwich egg?!" ”

"Hahaha......" Jia Baoyu grinned, dancing with his hands, and kept patting the cushion, he has already understood the affairs of men and women, and he had a bang with his sister last year......

At the age of eight, he faded into the body of a child, a model for my generation, and the mountains looked up.

Lin Daiyu came over to take a look, Jia Baoyu thought the book was not serious, so she didn't give it, Daiyu played that arrogant little temper, Jia Baoyu compromised, Lin Daiyu sat down on the embroidery pier, and the page she turned casually was:

A person in Shanxi is good at making vinegar, and he sold it in one day, and a certain show tasted it, saying: "Like me." A woman came and tasted it, and said, "Like me." The man was surprised: "Sour shows are not rare, why are you also sour?" The woman said, "I am jealous of sourness, why not sour?" ”

Lin Daiyu didn't laugh out loud, she held a handkerchief in her little hand and put it to her mouth, smiled without showing her teeth, read a few more pages, her pretty face was flushed, and she said, "Phew! What a rotten book that defiles people! You carefully uncover your skin. ”

And said: "Ming'er, are you going to school?" Oh...... It's time for that Master Cong to move out, he must be going. ”

"I'll come back in a few days, what kind of eight-strand articles, I'm not rare, Brother Cong's virtue is just a beetle who sells fame and fame and greeds for glory." Jia Baoyu is cynical at length.

Lin Daiyu smiled, her eyes moved to "The Story of Laughing Lin Guangji", she was looking at it herself, no wonder Baoyu, and thought: "There are many filthy things in this book, but I have never seen those worldly conditions." The person who writes the book is either dirty himself, or he sees through the world. ”

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The coal in the brazier was covered with snow, and it was extinguished, and the snow was attacked from outside the broken window, and because the cold wind blew, the extinguished coal was rekindled, black and red, the thatched house was covered with canopy, the tile stove rope bed, and the pomegranate felt cold everywhere, just like the day before yesterday, people dragged Lao Tzu Niang's body to the Dongcheng Zuojiazhuang Zhuanghua Field, which was not bad, there were people in the neighborhood who were crushed by the heavy snow and the whole family died, and the twenty taels of silver in the arms were very warm.

The wind continued to blow, and the wine pretense continued to swing.

Sun Fu watched his master ride a mule, his boots were firmly on the pedal, the whip in his left hand, and the reins in his right hand, so that the mule under Cong Ye's crotch became docile, thinking that a few days ago, Cong Ye couldn't even get on the saddle.

There is one thing, he didn't tell the master, there are two kinds of mules, male donkeys and mares, female donkeys and stallions, each with different qualities, mules can not be passed on to the next generation, Cong Ye rode the most docile kind, otherwise how to tame at this age, Sun Fu used to raise horses in the house, rouge horses, thousands of horses, green horses...... can be recognized, and Jiao Da in Dongfu is almost like this.

He led Cong Ye out of the Xibian Gate, the Beijing division is the key point, there is a city in the city, the outer city, the inner city, the imperial city, the Forbidden City, surrounded by layers, the Xibian Gate is just the outer city gate, there is a city hole under the city, heavily guarded, there are arrow towers, corner towers.

There is a Buddhist temple out of the door, called Muni Temple, the scene here seems to be barren grass, Muni Temple is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites and Monks Lu Division, there is no pilgrim, as far as the eye can see, the old willow is ruined, the moat water flows through, the refugees are prostrate in groups, some want to enter the city, but they are stopped by the infantry commander Yamen, the Shuntianfu Yamen, the officials and soldiers of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses, there are too many refugees, and there are many departments dispatched.

Jia Cong was silent, and when Sun Fu came back from buying fruit, he asked him something, Sun Fu smiled and said: "I heard the people in the shop just now, saying that the Yongding River has a peach blossom flood, and the waves are rolling, Liangxiang, Gu'an, Yongqing, thousands of refugees from the three counties have come to Beijing, and they hope that the big families will be accepted as slaves, so many people, of course, they can't enter the city." ”

Jia Cong said: "Does Shuntianfu care? That's the palm seal officer of the three products. ”

"The affairs of the official family, the little ones don't understand." Sun Fusan kept silent, looking at Master Cong's face a little bad, and proposed: "Does Master Cong want to disperse wealth and eliminate disasters?" ”

"Well, it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish." Jia Cong sighed in his heart, he was also a peasant family in his previous life, he took a sickle and a hoe to go down the field at the age of seven or eight, and knew the difficulties of farmers, if he could be an official, or if he had fame and connections, he would be able to help, such as inspecting the Yongding River, establishing Yicang, saving these people, and counting on the imperial court to allocate funds, it seems that it is not so easy.

"This contrast is really stark, the rich in the city are drunk and dreaming of death, the refugees outside the city are prostrate in the wilderness, the wine and meat in Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road, nothing more than this." Jia Cong coughed a few times, the wind felt cold, he saw a woman and child who froze to death, dragged to the field by the officials, at this moment, Jia Cong had to believe in his fate, in fact, many people's lives are destined in life, there is only one monk Zhu Yuanzhang who can't eat enough, and there is only one dismissed post guard Li Zicheng, and the lives of other low-level people are as humble as ants. And what about luck? Maybe it can change.

"It's the year of Renshen, right? Next year, I will go to the Wanping County test this year. Jia Cong said as if to a servant, and as if to himself.

Sun Fu wanted to speak and stopped, how could the county exam be so good, Jia Jing and Jia Zhu had taken the exam several times back then, but Cong Ye's head was bright, if he was eight years old, it would be a god.

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The day before going to school, Jia Cong moved out of Jia Yu Courtyard and lived diagonally opposite Sanchun Sitting in Baoxia, although the courtyard was small, but the wings, study rooms, and main halls were complete.

Jia Cong could have returned to Jia Yu and didn't move out, so Wang Xifeng wouldn't be able to control him, but now he can't compete with Wang Xifeng, she has an old lady to spoil her, so it's better to plan it and then follow his method once and for all.

The study should be named, Jia Zheng's study is called "Mengpo Zhai", Jia Baoyu's study is called "Qi Hail Zhai", and Jia Cong named his study "Bandit Jian Hall", which is taken from the meaning of "The Book of Songs" "My heart is a bandit, and I can't be ruin".

The moonlight does not come out at night, only the starry sky is dotted, Jia Cong finished reading "Mencius", quite a little experience, and then copied the face for a while, and began to write the second part of "Xiaolin Guangji", and then the brothers and sisters came with laughter.

"Congratulations, congratulations, sister congratulations to Brother Cong on his housewarming." Jia Yingchun sent some pen, ink, paper, inkstone, a few chess games, a pair of chess, a pair of Go and a chessboard.

"Do you want to burn the bottom of the pot?" Jia Cong said with a smile, although the Jia family has roots in the south of the Yangtze River, it also integrates the customs of northerners.

One sentence caused everyone to laugh, and Jia Xichun said that it was more lively, only Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu sighed in their hearts: "Sister Feng may be uneasy and kind, afraid that Brother Cong will be favored, so she used this method." can not only get a good name, but also discipline Brother Cong, kill two birds with one stone, kill two birds with one stone. ”

Jia Tanchun took the "Selected Texts" on the counter, and Baochai came to read it.

Xue Baochai has had a father to teach poetry since he was a child, in order to prepare for the draft, the Xue family entered Beijing on the one hand to receive the imperial merchant money from the household department, and on the other hand, to go to the household department to register and make a book, and to give Baochai a draft, she is the most knowledgeable among the women in the Red Mansion, unsurpassed.

Dressed simply, with apricot eyes like waves, Xue Baochai flipped through a few pages and asked with a smile: "Brother Cong just reads the eight-strand text?" Will it solve the problem? I'll give you a question, you try: the way of the university, the predicate of the mandate of heaven, learn and learn it, Mencius sees King Hui of Liang. ”

"Oops!" Lin Daiyu clapped her hands: "Sister Bao deliberately makes things difficult, these four sentences are from "University", "The Mean", "Analects", "Mencius", all four books are complete, is the Five Classics still far away?" How can there be such a tricky topic! ”

Jia Tanchun sighed: "It's really difficult, Sister Bao's question is extraordinary." ”

Jia Baoyu hates the imperial examination the most, and he is not happy when he sees Sister Bao talking about eight shares. But he can't solve this topic, he is conceited and talented, and he expects Jia Cong to be unable to solve it.

"It's a little hard." Jia Cong nodded and pondered: "But as long as you work hard, there is no problem in the world that cannot be solved." You see, 'the Tao is from heaven, and the family cultivates and the court is silent', this sentence is feasible? ”

Xue Baochai's apricot eyes widened slightly, and he was amazed and surprised: "It's broken, the Tao is based on the sky, and the first two sentences are cut to the point, and the family is repaired and the court is silent, and the last two sentences are cut to the middle." ”

The breaking of the eight-strand essay is clear and thorough, to the point, similar to the modern argumentative essay, the breaking of the topic is the interpretation of the topic, in fact, the whole eight-strand essay is to play a nonsense, empty words to play vividly, on behalf of the sages, speak in the tone of the sages, can not have their own thoughts. Jia Cong's problem-solving has explained Baochai's topic vividly.

"There are a lot of rules and regulations in the eight-strand text, and there is a limit on the number of words, and it is necessary to examine the evidence, and it is necessary to talk about the plain...... Brother Cong has this brain, it is better to learn more from the charm of Zhuangzi and the articles of famous artists, otherwise it will not be turbid? Jia Baoyu shook his head, a little jealous, but more disdainful, if he was willing to work hard, he could solve the problem.

Jia Cong didn't say anything, maybe it was a disagreement with the concept, besides, Baoyu is a brother, he doesn't have the reason to be in front of everyone, he has always been pragmatic in doing things, and he has made up his mind to go out of the house, enter the officialdom, save the people he wants to save, and do what he wants to do, all the disadvantages of Baguwen, he knows better than Jia Baoyu, but it doesn't help to say it.

Zi said: People don't know and are not ashamed, aren't they also gentlemen? Why do you want everyone in the world to understand you?

Jia Yingchun laughed and whispered in his ear: "Brother Bao has a strange temperament, don't be angry, but he won't make it bad." ”

Jia Cong smiled and said it was okay.

Xue Baochai flicked the fan in his hand, blinked his apricot eyes, looked at Brother Bao, shook his head and sighed, and glanced at Jia Cong slightly, still sitting upright, he was so calm, and he was not angry for no reason, this is a person who knows how to be motivated, and he has a good bearing.

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The clan study is open, Jia Cong, Jia Huan, Jia Lan, Jia Yan and others each make good pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and charcoal, and Jia Baoyu also wants to mix for a few days before coming back.

Walking out of the inner door of the small courtyard, Sun Fu picked up a pair of items on his back, and was indignant: "Master Cong, Grandma Lian is too much, not to mention the silver that has been deducted from the slave, and Brother Cong's eight taels of fees are gone." ”

Jia Huan, Jia Cong, and Jia Lan have eight taels of expenses for going to school every year, which is the money to buy pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and in the Red Mansion, this fee was waived by Jia Tanchun when he was in charge, and at this time, Wang Xifeng withheld all Jia Cong's expenses and took them to usury.

"Aren't there still a few taels of books to sell?" Jia Cong relies on himself, he doesn't have to worry about money for the time being, and when the follow-up of "Xiaolin Guangji" comes out, there will be several more, but this unjust account will always be settled, how can he Jia Cong be bullied.

The spring is cold, the ancient is quiet, and he seems to have returned to the reading time of his youth.