The next day, when Marquis Rong gave a lecture to Rong Zhao, he specially talked about the Lu State Ji Wenzi in the Spring and Autumn Period, mentioned that he took thrift as the foundation of his life, and asked his family to live a frugal life.

"A man named Zhongsun asked him, 'As a noble minister, why don't you allow your wives and concubines to wear silk clothes or feed your horses with grain, aren't you afraid that the officials in the country will laugh at you for being stingy?

Rong Zhao thought so, "Not really. ”

Although she didn't know this Ji Wenzi, she was dignified and honest, and she lived like a commoner, reluctant to eat and wear, did she want to keep the money and bring it into the coffin? Rong Zhao said so.

Marquis Rong pursed his lips and shook his head, and then said: "Ji Wenzi replied like this, "Of course, I am also willing to wear silk clothes and ride good horses, but I see that there are still a lot of ordinary people in China who eat coarse grains and wear ragged clothes, and I can't let the fathers and sisters of the whole country eat rough food and clothes, while the wives and children in my family are too particular about clothing and diet." I have only heard that it is the greatest honor of the country that people have noble morals, and I have never heard that showing off their beautiful concubines and good horses will win glory for the country. ”

He paused, stared at Rong Zhao, who was frowning, and asked, "We live a life of fine clothes and fine food, but in fact, there are many people who eat food that is so rough that it is difficult to swallow, wear shabby clothes, and there are still people who are hungry and hungry, and they don't even have a decent cotton coat at this season." Even, starving to death and freezing to death, there are countless of them. ”

Rong Zhao was surprised, today her father did not teach her the "Book of Poetry", nor did he read the "Analects" to her, but instead spoke "Chinese"? And so many people in "Chinese" do not say it, but choose this one.

What does my father's words mean by being thrifty?

Rong Zhao kept pondering in her heart, raised her hand and touched her head, scraping the tassel to her ear, she suddenly realized her father's intentions.

She said that Gao's jewelry was given to her yesterday by a weasel to give a chicken New Year's greeting, and she must have reversed black and white and said bad things about her in front of her father, so her father reminded her of thrift again and again today.

This woman actually took her together in front of her father, what a hateful thing! She hasn't complained to her father that she has embezzled money from the public school without permission!

Marquis Rong looked at his daughter's rolling eyes, not knowing what she was thinking, so he knocked on her table and said solemnly, "Did you hear your father talking?"

"I hear you. Rong Zhao quickly came back to his senses, and listening to the tone, his father seemed to be a little stern. She looked at Marquis Rong, with sincerity in her eyes, "Well, my father is right." This Ji Wenzi is frugal and pure, if he was born in this dynasty, he must also be a good official for the people and the country. ”

Marquis Rong's face showed a look of relief, and it was clearly written on his forehead, "The son can be taught", thinking that his daughter would be of great use if she heard his story, so she didn't mention her willful squandering yesterday. Girls, thin-skinned, it's time to cry when you say it deeply.

Rong Zhao said that he said so, but he didn't think so in his heart. Those who froze to death and starved to death, what does it have to do with her, and it is not her who harms them. It's because they have a bad life and are born lowly, who is to blame.

Did Ji Wenzi think that the world was worried about the worries of the world? He didn't take good care of his wife and children, didn't give them a good life, and on the contrary, he worried about some people who didn't get along, as if he thought he was noble.

The self-cultivation of the capital is to rule the country and level the world, and even the family has not been cured, and you still want to level the world?

This class was not going well, and she wanted to tell Gao about the seal several times, but she only overheard it, and there was no evidence. If the Gao family is the other way around, and says that she wronged her, wouldn't it be his own fault?

At that time, the Gao family will not say anything about her precautions, and may take the opportunity to separate their father and daughter.

Rong Zhao thought about it, and still planned to bury this matter in his stomach for the time being, and when the time was ripe, he would hit it with one more blow, and never let the Gao family have a place to turn over.

Returning to Qiwulou, Rong Zhao thought about how he could skillfully debunk Gao's release of the seal without exposing himself. She supported herself with one hand, and the brush in her hand was writing haphazardly on the paper, and she didn't know what to write, like a ghost drawing a symbol.

"Miss, Miss!" was in a daze, a contrived voice suddenly appeared, Rong Zhao's hand shook, and the ink dripped onto the rice paper, rendering it out.

"Miss, you have to be the master of the slaves. With tears in her eyes, Luo Xia came to Rong Zhao with a hand.

Rong Zhao stared at her, saw some redness on the back of her hand, frowned, and said, "What are you doing?" her tone was obviously impatient.

Luo Xia suddenly knelt beside Rong Zhao and showed her her hand, "Miss, look, the slave's hands are all red." ”

Looking back at Qiushui who followed her in, she snorted coldly, and complained: "The slave maid saw that Miss Hou came back early from Master Hou today, so I want to serve you the soup that has been placed on the stove." But who knows that Qiushui doesn't know what evil wind he has smoked, so he has to rush with the slave maid to serve it to Miss. I thought that it was for the young lady to drink anyway, and who served it differently, but I didn't think that the autumn water would splash the whole pot of soup on my hand. ”

She was very hypocritical, and leaned towards Rong Zhao one by one, "Miss, look, look, it's all broken." ”

It's just a little bigger than a copper coin, and it can be called a broken skin. Rong Zhao ignored her and only asked Qiushui, "What's the matter?"

Qiushui gritted his teeth, did not argue, but knelt down, lowered his head and said: "It was the slave who accidentally spilled the soup on Sister Luoxia's hand, and the slave and maid are willing to be punished." ”

Luo Xia didn't give up, snorted lightly, and said, "What you accidentally spilled, it's clear that you deliberately splashed it." She looked at Rong Zhao again, her face suddenly became pitiful, "Miss, you see that she has admitted it, you must be the master of the slave and punish her severely." ”

Originally, she was the first proud person next to Miss, and she didn't know what kind of ecstasy Qiushui used, but these days Miss not only didn't let her serve her, but also handed over the personal things to Qiushui to do. How could she swallow this breath, especially yesterday, if it was the turn of this cheap girl to accompany the young lady out before?

"Really?" Rong Zhao asked Xiang Qiushui. In her last life, Qiushui accompanied her to the end, she knew her character very well and would never stumble on others.

Qiushui raised his head and stared at Rong Zhao, then lowered his head, neither denying nor admitting it. Her hand kept kneading the bulging hair at the corner of the skirt, but she didn't speak.

"Miss, you see, if she doesn't speak, she acquiesces. Seeing that Qiushui didn't speak, Luoxia was even more arrogant, and her raised eyebrows were almost uncontrollable, "Also, what else is there to say if you do something wrong." ”

The corners of her mouth kept rising, and she was secretly happy in her heart, this time the young lady would definitely beat Qiushui hard. Hmph, it's better to be lame, see if you dare to rob me in the future!