Chapter 567: Stupid Boy
"Lian Er is right, the second room supports the Li family, which is also a legitimate position, and you really go out of the family when you go back, Brother Ying is the eldest son determined by the Emperor, and it is natural to inherit the family business. Don't make extraordinary." Jia Yu nodded, this is also what he thought, otherwise, he would not say it here, because how can Jia Yu say this.
But Jia Yu, Jia Ying really didn't think of it, they didn't treat each other as outsiders, Jia Zheng didn't forget that Jia Ying was not his own at all, and while stuffing the box of the title deed to Jia Ying, he looked at him, "What do you say?"
"This old lady thinks too much, doesn't she? In the capital, there are so many widows, not to mention that the widows and children are pushed out of the door, whose widows are not well fed in the door, waiting for her son to become a talent, divide the family property, and then let them be independent, so that the widow can live a few days of loose life. But not now!" Jia Ying didn't think he was an outsider, and said busily.
"Yes, yes, even if Lan'er is admitted to Xiucai, she is only a few years old, she can't be like this, if this is the case, I am afraid that if we say that we can't tolerate their mother and son, then it will be troublesome." Jia Zheng nodded hurriedly.
"It's all about identity!" Jia Yu rolled his eyes, he had just said so finely.
"Yes, it's about identity." Jia Lian also nodded.
Jia Zheng hurriedly looked back at Jia Zhen, Jia Zheng understood what the two of them meant, they had been vague about Jia Lan's identity before, and everyone also looked at Li Yan pitifully, and they were so kind to her. But now, everyone is here, the Jia family still runs a school, and some things can't be so vague.
And it's also a two-way street, on the one hand, it's for Jia Lan, you are raised as a concubine, and after your father's death, even if the official family does not designate a concubine, in fact, there is no qualification to inherit the second room; The second is also to beat Li Kun, the family is good to you because you insist on keeping festivals, and we don't bother to bother with you, saying that we are afraid that our son will be separated from us, so we have a vague background, and everyone is vague. But don't get to yourself! Not everything should be, there is no such thing as a should.
However, this Jia Ying didn't dare to say much, so he could only look at Jia Zheng.
Jia Zheng tilted his head and nodded, "I'll go back and ask the old lady."
Jia Yu and the three of them looked at the place except Jia Zheng together, and they didn't want to speak.
Jia Ying didn't want to give face to his father, but he couldn't talk about his father, so he turned to Jia Lian, "Second brother Lian, I heard that you are teaching Ruo'er and Ku'er to study?"
Jia Lian's face darkened slightly, because of the old lady's literacy plan, Jia Lian was set up and went to school with her two unlucky sons every morning to study, and went home in the afternoon to learn calligraphy together. How a gloomy life can be spoken. After persisting for two days, I couldn't hold on anymore, and then I was interviewed by the old lady.
"Jia Ruo is the eldest son and grandson, you cry and shout every day to ask him to study hard, but you mess around yourself, and when you look back, your son looks down on your own son, how do you stay?" The old lady asked as she poured onions.
Jia Lian wanted to say that he didn't look down on his own Lao Tzu, but when he looked up at the old lady, he didn't dare to say it, he had seen the old lady beat his father and second uncle, and he was really ruthless. And if the old lady lets her father beat herself, it seems to be easy, and the father will never have a second word. So let's be honest and kneel obediently.
The old lady stopped talking, so she slowly watered the onions, one by one, and loosened the soil. I didn't say anything about giving him a kneeling pad. Finally waited for her to finish pouring before he glanced back at him, "Your second uncle has been reading for so many years, and now he is still reading with Jia Bao and them every day, and he doesn't dare to slack off in the slightest. This year, you Lao Tzu took Jia Ruo every day, and he also led by example, how did you think Jia Ruo's good rules and good temperament came about, and learned from your father. Therefore, Jia Ku's rules are not good, it's not Brother Feng'er's problem, it's all your problem."
"Yes!" What can Jia Lian do, listen to the training honestly.
"Let's go back! In the future, every seven days, you will make a set of papers in the school, and you will have a good reputation, and you will not even be able to use the classics clearly, so you will not be ashamed." Ou Mengmeng waved directly to drive people away.
Jia Lian wanted to die, and every seven days he made a set of papers like the students in the school, and the old lady did not specify the grade, that is, he had to start learning from the first grade. He suddenly felt that life was too bleak.
After that, it wasn't that he stared at the children learning, but that he had to work hard to adapt to the rules of learning, even if he knew every word.
But it is not easy for him to make that volume clear and write a normal level of writing.
"Well, I've been feeling a lot more bitter lately, and when you saw me that day, you still know how to stop and talk to me!" Jia Zheng nodded hurriedly.
Jia Lian's eyes widened, "You mean you haven't saluted before?"
"It's small, but it's cute." Jia Zheng stroked his beard, he still likes Jia Ku, lively and clever, very funny.
"Children are cute, but bitter children are clever." Jia Ying nodded, he also thought that Jia Ku was very interesting, and he was really smart, on the other hand, Jia Ruo seemed much more stable.
Jia Lian leaned on the carriage and felt that he had no strength.
"You don't have to study at home, so study hard. I heard that Jia Rong and her family used to read a book to their stomachs, and their children really started reading before they were born." Jia Yu added fuel to the fire.
Jia Lian wanted to refute, Jia Rong's kid, it's not that he doesn't know, he knows what kind of open pants he wears since he was a child, but think about it again, goodbye these days, Jia Rong is obviously much more stable, so when he doesn't know, he actually doesn't read less, right? Qin Keqing's identity has been exposed, and when he turns around, the royal family will always give them some benefits, really unconsciously, everyone else has run away, right?
When he got home, Jia Ku rushed out like a pony, muttering something in his mouth. finally saw Jia Lian, and stood up in a hurry, because he was in a hurry, he almost fell crookedly, and was helped by the little guy on the side.
"Dad, you're back." Jia grinned bitterly and greeted Jia Lian.
Jia Lian looked down at his youngest son, his mouth pursed again, and the fire was really bubbling up. Why didn't I find out that this kid was so unreliable before?
"The second master is back? The second master has worked hard." Wang Xifeng hurriedly greeted Ping'er out. Now Wang Xifeng also wants to die every day, thinking that maybe it would be a mistake to let Jia Lian manage the children's learning. She felt like she couldn't live anymore.
"Where are you going?" Jia Lian ignored Wang Xifeng, glared at his youngest son, and his face was dark.
"Oh, Daddy, my son is going to school. My mother will not let her son sleep in the afternoon, and she will not allow him to ride a big horse." Jia Ku doesn't know how to write the words he is afraid of, basically, this baby is beaten in vain, after the fight, crying a nose, being held and coaxed by Ping'er is okay, why he was beaten, he can forget it completely. So this is an optimistic kid.
"It is a requirement for them to learn some kung fu, and the old lady let them play in the school to save them future constraints." Ping'er also had a bitter mouth, although Jia Ku didn't crawl out of her stomach, but she really brought it this year, and she really hurt him.
"Well, well, my son likes to go to school!" Jia said hurriedly.