"Come back to me in the evening!"

After Jia Huan took the school exam, Jia Dairu was very satisfied.

is also a concubine, and the Jia Huan in front of him is undoubtedly much better than he was back then.

In a difficult situation, you can still stick to your heart and work hard to study, it is a talent to be smart in learning, but diligence and hard work are acquired human efforts.

Jia Dairu didn't believe that Jia Huan was the kind of reading seed that could be remembered after birth.

He thought in his heart that this Jia Huan must have stayed up all night and studied hard, day and night, never rested for a moment, and worked hard, which achieved such a good learning effect.

Thinking of this, Jia Dairu thought about Jia Huan's proud protégé these days, running busily, and interceding with Jiao Da, and also sighed slightly, and said: "I haven't wasted time in vain!" ”

If Jia Huan is really embarrassed, I am afraid that he will never have the mind and idea to help Jia Huan get out of trouble.

will only treat these Jiafu people like this, let him go, let him go.

Seeing Jia Huan nodding, Jia Dairu smiled slightly and said, "You go back to your position, study and practice, if there is anything you don't understand, you can come and ask me." ”

In fact, Jia Dairu also knows in his heart that his talent is only at that average level.

Now I can still teach Jia Huan a thing or two, and if I wait for a few days, I am afraid that my help to Jia Huan's studies will be minimal, and I can't do anything.

The purpose of tonight's interview is to show Jia Huan a way and ask Jia Huan's views on the future and future.

Jiafu seems to be cooking oil with fire, prosperous and prosperous, but it is all for the descendants of the descendants, Jia Baoyu and others.

For a concubine like Jia Huan, who has no identity and status, it is like a cage shackles, unable to break free and free.

"No."

Jia Huan returned to his position and began to take out books to continue to study hard, never slackening for half a minute.

The people in Jiafu next to him were ridiculed and disdainful, and said disdainfully: "It's just a concubine and a child, do you really think that if you study and study, you can get fame and be superior?" Wish for the moon. ”

"It's the local officials who are on errand inside the yamen outside, who is not afraid of our Jiafu three? Even if you go out, you can only be pressed under the feet of Jia Fu for the rest of your life, and you can't move. ”

"The Lord family, why did you come out of such a freak seed?"

Heng Mei coldly pointed at Qianfu, bowing his head and being willing to be a son of a cow.

Since Jia Huan came to this world, he has been accustomed to hearing such gossip and foul words, and he has long cultivated a good mind in his heart.

Summer insects can't talk about ice!

Whew!

The bird's ambition to know the bird!

......

For Jia Dairu, Jia Huan also inquired and understood.

Ning Guogong and Rong Guogong are brothers of the same mother.

Ningguo Gong Jia Yan is the elder brother, and Rongguo Gong Jia Yuan is the younger brother.

Jia Yan had four sons in his life, among which the son of the concubine, Jia Dairu was one of them.

After Jia Yan's death, the title of Duke of Ningguo was hereditary and was inherited by his son-in-law Jia Daihua.

Jia Dairu's identity is naturally not qualified to inherit the title of Duke of Ningguo, and the family property of Ningguo Mansion is not qualified to inherit.

Poor and destitute, he had no resources at all, so he could only waste the world, and it was difficult to become a big climate, and finally ended up as an old teacher of Confucianism in Jiafu, barely making ends meet.

His personal life experience is also quite tragic: the loss of his father at an early age, the loss of his wife in middle age, and the loss of a son in his later years.

is the only blood grandson in the world, Jia Rui, who was also set up by Wang Xifeng and was seriously ill and dying.

The poor old man had no ability to buy elixir for his grandson to cure his illness, and in the end, he ended up with a miserable end of being old and helpless.

Jia Rui is a young man, his blood is strong, and it is true that he is wrong and deserves to covet Wang Xifeng's beauty, but what is the crime of Confucianism? Why end up with an old man with no one to rely on, and he is disheartened.

should have shouted out thirty years of Hedong and thirty years of Hexi, but Jia Dairu, who was not a poor boy, did not wait for the protagonist's life all his life.

Don't bully the poor of the young, don't bully the middle-aged poor, don't bully the poor of the elderly.

After all, the dead are the greatest, and the earth is safe.

Wandering, half of his life was wasted, and when he was old and dusk, Jia Dairu's heart was completely dead.

After Jia Huan analyzed this character, he had a deeper understanding of why Jia Dairu would help him.

Jia Dairu not only values his own talent and empathizes with his own suffering, but more importantly, he has hatred for Jiafu, endless hatred, and deep resentment, cultivating himself as a concubine, and getting ahead in the future, with the ideas of those filthy people in Jiafu, with his own kind of gentlemanly and unyielding character, I am afraid that unimaginable conflicts and contradictions will inevitably break out between the two sides.

At that time, no matter who wins or loses, he can be regarded as evil, and his thoughts can be regarded as a lot of understanding.

In short, no loss!

After going back, his mother, Aunt Zhao, was ready to eat, and briefly asked two sentences about studying, telling Jia Huan not to be too tired, and to pay attention to his body and rest.

After the two of them had a simple dinner, Jia Huan explained it to his mother, and secretly took advantage of the night to go to Ningguo Mansion, where Jia Dairu lived.

When I came to the outside of Jia Dairu's residence, I found that the layout here was much more shabby than my own residence, with the tinkling of poverty and the four walls of the house, which was not a story made up by the ancients.

"Jia Huan, here?"

After Jia Dairu sensed Jia Huan's breath, he opened the door, looked at Jia Huan outside, and said, "Come in, it's cold outside, it's warmer inside." ”

"Thank you, teacher."

Jia Huan's private meeting this time took the initiative to change the name of Jia Dairu, from Mr. Xuetang to a teacher.

Master, Master, feudal society, the teacher is the role of a father.

The meaning of Jia Huan's words, how can Jia Dairu not be clear?

I saw Jia Dairu smile slightly, pulled Jia Huan to sit on the stool, and asked, "How are you preparing for the autumn exam?" ”

For the scholars in the world, the spring examination after the beginning of spring and the autumn examination after the beginning of autumn every year are very important, and there is absolutely no room for sloppiness, so Jia Dairu has this question.

Jia Huan also came prepared, so he replied skillfully: "I'm almost ready, but I still have to ask the teacher to help figure it out." ”

Jia Dairu thought in his heart when he heard this.

Next, he decided not to mention the scriptures and doctrines that he often talked about in the past, but explained some stories about fairies and ghosts to Jia Huan.

"Notes on the Great Wilderness!"

Jia Huan looked at the ancient book in front of him that was dilapidated on the surface, but the handwriting on the inside was still clear and clear, and silently read the name of the book in his heart, and said.

This book does not belong to the category of readers, nor does it belong to the words of readers who have often come into contact with strategies, scriptures, and great truths in the Jiafu School, but to talk about strangeness, force, chaos, and God.

This kind of book is not intended for people preparing for scientific research at all.