After the beginning of autumn, the weather gradually becomes colder, and the cold between heaven and earth becomes heavier day by day.

In Shenjing City, every household began to wear cotton clothes and prepare for winter.

"Pop, snap, crackle......"

The sound of burning wood resounded in the shabby courtyard.

The sound slowly spread from the cold courtyard, from near to far.

There were a few faint sounds of footsteps in the distance, closer, mixed with the laughter of women, even if they didn't witness it, they could imagine the liveliness and agility of these cardamom girls.

However, in this remote hut, the atmosphere is indescribably bleak and quiet, as if isolated from the outside world, regardless of spring, autumn, winter and summer, the complicated world.

A big girl with a good color, dressed in cloth clothes, with a wooden hairpin made of wood pinned to her head, with a slightly miserable face to help Jia Huan beside her grind, looking at the splendid articles copied on the table, and muttered in a low voice to Jia Huan, who was concentrating on copying: "Third Master Huan, the young masters and young ladies of the Jia family on weekdays went to the school to borrow these volumes of scriptures, and they can return them as long as they want, but now they fall on the third master, but they can only passively copy them on the rough paper of the bookcase with their hands and pens, which is simply too bullying." If Brother Baoyu goes, I'm afraid that he will burn these Confucian scriptures, and the old lady won't say a word about Brother Baoyu. I...... I also really feel aggrieved in my heart, worried about the third master! Woohoo......"

The big girl Caiyun's charming and beautiful eyes have become moist at this moment, and granular-sized tears are falling from her cheeks, obviously she is really feeling dissatisfied and unhappy about Jia Huan's situation.

In the courtyard not far away, the sound of a woman's laughter was heard from time to time, and after Jia Huan finished copying the scriptures in his hand, the talent of Xiucai was activated, and suddenly, there was a superficial understanding of these scriptures in his mind.

I have to say, this talent is really a bit scary.

An ordinary person who does not know the Bagu Wen and does not know the Confucian test-taking skills and the Four Books and the Five Classics can understand the contents of a book immediately after transcribing it, reaching a point where he will draw inferences from one case and never forget it.

So much so that Jia Huan couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If you don't have such a wonderful ability, if you want to be admitted to Xiucai, you need to work hard for three years!" ”

A copy of innate skills saves ordinary people the hard work of three years or even longer.

I have to sigh that talent is synonymous with unscience.

"The yard over there is quite lively, who is having fun and making fun of it over there?"

After Jia Huan finished transcribing the Confucian scriptures, after understanding the understanding, he suddenly felt that his head was clear and his eyes were clear, and the whole person not only did not feel tired, but felt refreshed, energetic, and had a kind of vigor when he said it.

So, he pondered: "This lowest-level talent posture has such an amazing effect, if it is replaced by a top talent, wouldn't it be against the sky?" ”

When Jia Huan was thinking about it, the eldest girl Caiyun replied: "Brother Baoyu in the west wing over there asked the maids to fly kites in the courtyard and make fun of me, and invited me to come over before, but I said that I would accompany the third master to read and serve the third master, so I didn't go over to join in the fun." ”

Speaking of this, Caiyun's face was full of resentment, and the atmosphere in the room became more and more bleak.

Listening to the sound from outside, Aunt Zhao, a beautiful woman who stood next to her for a while and did not disturb Jia Huan, finally dared to speak out.

"My heart, I'm tired of copying books! I've boiled a little bit of white fungus soup for you here, drink it while it's hot to nourish your body. ”

Hearing Aunt Zhao's words, Jia Huan can be regarded as a mother who really faces this life.

Aunt Zhao was originally a slave of Jiafu, but she was fortunate by Jia Zheng by chance, so she married Jia Zheng as a concubine.

The identity of a concubine has changed the fate and identity of Aunt Zhao's original slave maid, and it seems that her status in Jiafu has risen a lot, but it is not too much.

In the Rongguo Mansion, her status is just a little higher than that of ordinary servants.

On weekdays, Mrs. Wang, as the eldest lady, eats fasting and recites Buddha all day long, and does not ask about foreign affairs.

But Aunt Zhao knew very well in her heart, that is, a smiling Buddha, once she was caught by Mrs. Wang, she would definitely use thunderous means to kill herself.

As the saying goes, a mother is more expensive than a child!

Aunt Zhao thinks that she has been lucky in her life, leaned on the big tree of Jia Zheng, and gave birth to Jia Huan, and finally turned over and became the master in Rongguo Mansion, which can be regarded as quite an achievement.

Now, the most important thing in Aunt Zhao's heart is Jia Huan's fate and future.

Is there a mother in this world who doesn't love her children and doesn't want her children to have a great future in the future?

Hope that the son will become a dragon, and the woman will become a phoenix, human nature!

It's just that Aunt Zhao's education level is not high, she can't know a few big words when she reads, and her cultivation is even more nonsense, if Jia Huan also leaves her, I'm afraid she doesn't want to live anymore.

Aunt Zhao looked at Jia Huan who was reading, and she was also happy in her heart, and she couldn't help but show a little self-satisfaction.

The descendants of Jiafu seem to have many heirs and are extremely prosperous, but there are almost no characters who can really become great things!

If it weren't for the prestige of Jiafu and the support of the people of the previous generation, I am afraid that I would have been lonely long ago.

The previous Jia Huan was also such a figure.

Although Aunt Zhao has not read many books, she has also heard from other people's mouths about Confucian night swords, sweeping eight hundred miles of mountain bandits, Wu'an world, and discussing the government and politics.

The Confucian students of this world have the power of the dragon in their hands, and their hearts are even more bred with a mouthful of righteousness, even in the face of the most ferocious martial arts, they are not inferior.

Therefore, from that time on, Aunt Zhao began to think about letting Jia Huan learn some magical skills and embark on a real road.

It's a pity that these thoughts and thoughts of Aunt Zhao, in the face of Mrs. Wang's sanctions and iron fist, can only turn into a touch of sorrow on her face after all.

Thinking of Mrs. Wang's ruthlessness, Jia Tanchun's ruthlessness, and listening to the laughter and scolding coming from other courtyards, a little resentment appeared on Aunt Zhao's face.

You must know that the identity of the concubine cannot inherit the title of Jiafu, not to mention, and when Jiafu divides the family property, he is not qualified for Jia Huan to participate.

If her child was really stopped by Madame Wang......

The end can be imagined.

But Aunt Zhao is a grassroots concubine who was born as a slave, and there are hundreds of people in the house, and no one can afford her.