"Zhu'er is here, come in!"

Hearing that Jia Zhu brought his wife and children to visit, the eldest man was very happy.

Jia Zhu took his wife and children to meet the ceremony, sat down and chatted with the eldest man, and from time to time said a little interesting anecdotes in Beijing, and the atmosphere was harmonious and quite pleasant.

Li Kun was a little surprised by her husband's state at this time, as if he had never seen Jia Zhu talking and laughing with people in the mansion before?

I heard that the second master is very old-fashioned, and every time he talks to his husband, he either reprimands or admonishes, and it is almost difficult to have the opportunity to speak normally.

The old lady was extremely eccentric, and almost invested all the resources in her hands, as well as the resources she could influence, into Uncle Baoyu, making the eldest son of the second room almost invisible.

This is nothing, anyway, the resources end up in the hands of the second room, who is not to give?

But when Jia Lan grew up, her husband Jia Zhu's mind changed a little, obviously he wanted to fight for his son Jia Lan, but there was no way.

Not only does the old lady treat Uncle Baoyu as an eyeball, but even the second master and the second wife are the same, and her husband Jia Zhu is a serious scholar, how can she compete for resources blatantly?

Therefore, the husband has always been quiet in the house, and rarely shows a sincere smile.

Unexpectedly, a husband like the eldest master could talk and laugh happily, which made Li Kun feel like tears in his eyes.

Jia Lan looked curiously at the layout of the main hall of the East Courtyard, and the magnificent furnishings in the room almost didn't dazzle his little eyes.

Father Jia Zhu and mother Li Kun are both literati, and the furnishings at home are elegant, but unfortunately they are too elegant, without a certain cultural foundation, or the cultural atmosphere can not be seen at all.

Especially in places like Rongguo Mansion, the people under them are 'a rich heart and two decent eyes', and they only look at the surface to see whether they are glamorous, and they have nothing to do with what cultural heritage.

is also because of this, although Jia Zhu is the eldest son of the second room, his reputation in the house is average, if it weren't for Mrs. Wang's powerful methods, I am afraid that all kinds of ugly rumors would have spread widely.

Growing up in such an environment, Jia Lan did not have much ability to distinguish between good and bad, and naturally he was also affected by some influences, and when he saw the golden splendor of the main hall of the East Courtyard, he naturally had a good impression.

When the eldest master recruited Yingchun and Jia Song, with the same age as a companion, Jia Lan felt more comfortable.

To his surprise, Jia Song, who was only one year older than him, had already begun to study the content of the Four Books, and he was still studying Mengxue knowledge.

"Cousin, are you learning so fast?"

At a young age, Jia Lan was influenced by his parents to know the importance of reading, and he knew that his future was above reading, so he studied knowledge seriously since he was a child.

It's just that the overall atmosphere of Rongfu is too impetuous, and it is not a good place to study at all, plus Li Kun's knowledge is average, and the level of ethnography is declining, his learning progress is still very fast, but it is far worse than Jia Song.

"Hey, I'm still slow, my sister has finished reading the Four Books and Five Classics, and I'm learning other miscellaneous studies!"

Jia Song looked proud and said proudly: "I won't be much slower, I will definitely not let my sister be beautiful!" ”

"Cousin, can you tell me, how did you and Sister Yingchun study?"

Jia Lan's eyes were full of admiration, and he said curiously: "How can I learn so quickly, I feel that the content of Mengxue is a little difficult!" ”

"Isn't that what I learned later?"

Waving his little hand, Jia Song was a little confused, stared at Jia Lan a few times and said with a smile; "When I was in Suzhou Province, many guys who were about the same age as me were no worse than me in reading, and I heard that they were some kind of scholars, and they were very proud!"

Jia Lan naturally didn't understand any of this, but was just curious to hear Jia Chung boasting about his 'great achievements' there.

raised his little fist, making a crackling bone joint, Jia Song said with a smile: "Those boys still look down on people, and they can't suppress the master in the text and want to bully more and less, but I beat me so much that my father and mother are so embarrassed!" ”

"Cousin, you're so amazing!"

Jia Lan's eyes flashed into the little star, and he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Could it be that my cousin still practiced martial arts?" ”

"It's nature!"

Jia Song raised his little head and said arrogantly: "My father is a well-known master, I can't be too bad as a son, I started practicing martial arts after I was three years old!" ”

"I heard that martial arts training is very hard, and it is not liked by literati?"

Frowning slightly, Jia Lan said with some distress: "I have to spend time studying every day, I don't have the time to practice martial arts, and I can't endure such hardship!" ”

"Hehe, who said that martial arts training is hard?"

Waving his little hand, Jia Song said disappreliantly; "That's the nonsense of people who haven't practiced at home, as long as you really enter the door, practicing martial arts is not only not drudgery, but also quite interesting!"

"What's interesting?"

"Isn't it interesting to feel emotionally strengthened and physically relaxed?"

Saying that, as if to let his new friends see the benefits of martial arts, Jia Song took Jia Lan to the courtyard, found a green brick from the corner to pad the flower bed, and smashed it with a small fist.

Jia Lan exclaimed, his eyes opened in disbelief, and when he saw the solid green brick, he was suddenly cracked.

Subconsciously touched the green brick with a cold feeling with his little hand, felt the solidity of the green brick, and said with a little admiration on his face: "Cousin, you are so powerful, what kind of means can you teach me?" ”

"Hey, it's average!"

Jia Song smiled proudly at first, but then smiled bitterly in the blink of an eye: "It's just that my kung fu hasn't reached home yet, and I can't teach you to become stronger, you go and ask Sister Yingchun to teach you, she is amazing!" ”

"Sister Yingchun is amazing?"

Shaking his little head, Jalan didn't believe it; "Can you also crack the bricks with one punch?"

"Of course it doesn't have to be!"

Seeing that his newly met friend actually questioned his sister's force, Jia Song said unhappily; "If my sister makes a move, she can break the green bricks into pieces with one punch!"

Jia Lan's small eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "So powerful? ”

"That's it!"

Jia Song nodded solemnly and said with a smile: "Even the ordinary guards around my father are not my sister's opponents, I'll take you to see good things!" ”

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something funny, and with a wave of his little hand, his face was full of excitement, and he took Jia Lan to the small martial arts training ground next to the garden to play.

The actions of the two little teenagers, as well as the conversation just now, all reached the ears of Li Kun and Yingchun, who were watching not far away.

Yingchun is nothing, just showing a funny look, and his younger brother Jia Chung has shown his skills in front of his new friends, what a loving boy.

But Li Kun was completely different, picked up the two boys and threw them on the ground, the solid green bricks full of cracks, looked back at Yingchun and said curiously; "Sister Yingchun, what Brother Chun said just now, is it true?"

"It's true!"

Seeing the look of her sister-in-law Li Kun, Yingchun, who was already ten years old, naturally knew what was going on, and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, don't listen to Brother Song's bragging, Jiangnan literary style is flourishing, and there are many talented prodigies in the scholarly family and the academy, and their literary names are very extraordinary at a young age!" ”

Speaking of this, she chuckled and explained: "Although my father invited a famous gentleman in Jiangnan to teach me and Brother Chung, we still have to spend time on other things, which is much worse than those prodigies who specialize in Confucian classics, which is also a helpless thing!" ”

Seeing Li Kun nodding in approval, she continued to smile; "Brother Chung is naturally incomparable to them, every time they get together and fight less, the body and bones of those prodigies are really average, every time they are beaten by Brother Chung, they cry, and they naturally dare not continue to press Brother Chung on top of Wencai in the future!"

Li Kun was also a little crying and laughing, and he also had a clear understanding of Jia Song's domineering temperament in his heart, if he fought with Baoyu in the mansion, he was afraid that he would not turn the sky upside down.

It's just that her education is not allowed to go beyond the norm, so she naturally held it in her heart and had no outlet, so she changed the topic and asked with a smile: "Is my sister really unintentionally good?" ”

As he spoke, he raised the green brick in his hand, and carefully looked at the white-skinned, beautiful, plump Yingchun, and couldn't tell that this sister was a martial arts practitioner.

"This is my father's request, but I have been practicing martial arts since I was four years old!"

Yingchun nodded and didn't deny it, took the cracked solid green brick in Li Kun's hand, and slapped it lightly, and the already cracked green brick suddenly turned into a pile of broken pieces and fell to the ground.

Seeing such an amazing scene in Li Kun's eyes, she was so shocked that she opened her mouth wide and couldn't speak for a long time.

"My sister is really good!"

Li Kun looked sluggish and said subconsciously; "It's just our daughter's family, it's useless to practice a good martial arts, and it will attract criticism!"

This is the mainstream thought of women in the feudal era, and it is obvious that Li Kun was deeply influenced.

"Who says it's useless?"

Yingchun retorted: "When I was in Su Province, my father took me to see some families that suddenly fell into decline, and I was shocked to see the tragic situation of those women, once they lost the protection of their families, they even had difficulty surviving, not to mention the covetousness of those who blessed their hearts!" ”

Speaking of this, he shook his head, as if he wanted to expel the bad image in his mind, and said in a loud voice; "But if they have the power to protect themselves, even if life is more difficult, at least they can survive, so that they won't even be able to keep their own flesh and blood!"

Seeing Li Kun's stunned look, she smiled and didn't care, she has seen a lot of people like her sister-in-law in Suzhou Province, but her father said well, it is better to rely on the sky and the earth than on yourself, the world is difficult and dangerous, and you still have to have the ability to do it, otherwise it will be quite bad once the backer falls.

Not to mention that Li Kun was confused by the concept of Yingchun Dafan, and he didn't know what to say for a while, Jia Zhu in the main room also had a feeling of conceptual collapse, he was not embarrassed by the ideas put forward by the eldest master, and he felt unbelievable that the three views were destroyed.

"Uncle, if this is really the case, I'm afraid the old lady won't agree!"

Jia Zhu cautiously reminded: "Even my father, I guess I won't agree!" ”