The cold winter in Shuofang has passed, but the coldness remains in early spring. Especially the moonlight in the early month seems even colder, shining into the two palaces decorated with animal heads. The locust under the wall is sickly, and the thrush and parrot under the eaves of the corridor are too lazy to jump up and down, slap the beautiful little wings and continue to sleep.

Inside the black oil gate on Rongguo Mansion East Road, this is the courtyard of the great master and first-class general Jia She. The concubine's daughter Jia Yingchun was wearing a light red dress and walked slowly on the corridor. When she was about to reach Cong's bedroom, the big girl behind Siqi smiled and said, "Girl, there is a voice. Cong is talking to Pomegranate."

Jia Yingchun stopped, smiled, and waved to her, "Come on your sheep horn lantern, take advantage of the snow to stop, listen to what they say, and then sneak in. After worshiping the ancestors, Brother Cong suddenly became ill, but there was no sign of visiting the disease..."

Yes, Si Qi thought: "Although the second girl and Cong are not the same mother, they are also fathers. If it weren't for the usual bad-heartedness of Cong, they should have gotten closer."

He carried two medicine bags in his left hand and played the sheep horn lamp with his right hand. Siqi had a half-arm vest on top, but a skirt on his hem. He had to lift it up with his right hand when he walked up the steps, and the sheep horn lamp would inevitably be low.

As I approached the screen window with a Jiangnan style, one master and one servant, I put my ears up and listened quietly.

Then I heard the girl Xiao Polivier's slightly childish voice: "It's time for Mr. Cong to take a break. I've put in hot water. I've got a serious illness before, so I'll get better. Don't be tired."

The Jia Cong ignored her, and only had a loud voice of writing: "Zi said, "If a disciple enters, he will be filial, and if he comes out, he will be respectful and trustworthy, love everyone and relatives in a wide range of strength, and learn literature...Zi said..."

"How strange! I'm so sick, I went to read the Four Books!" Jia Yingchun and Si Qi looked at each other and saw their expressions in surprise.

Jia Yingchun listened for a while and said that this little brother who was in the big room didn’t look like he was doing a show, but he seemed to recite the Four Books and Five Classics leisurely. Is this still the previous brother Cong? It doesn’t look like it! When I find out what the truth is and what the truth is!

After thinking for a while, Jia Yingchun reminded: "Don't fall out of ginseng and yam. The disease comes like a mountain falling down, and the disease goes like a thread to draw silk. It should be supplemented."

"Don't worry, girl, this is not holding it!" Si Qi raised her left hand and signaled that girls' growth and development are often faster than boys of the same age. Si Qi is now tall and bold, and looks like she is going to develop into the image of a tomboy.

At this moment, Si Qi thought again that the second girl’s monthly money was enough, but the old man Wang Ma, who lived in a daughter-in-law, was secretly stubborn from time to time. Her lady was so cowardly and had to take care of Jia Cong. If I were not strong enough, how could she have a good life?

The lights at night and the not-so-bright moonlight reflected on Jia Yingchun's face, which was blown and could be broken. The tender ones were like newly peeled lychees, and the white ones were like goose fat, bright and friendly.

As soon as Siqi stepped in, Jia Yingchun took off his cloak as soon as he walked into the room. This was a habitual action. In a wealthy family, once he wore a cloak, the younger generation saw that the elders had to take it off, otherwise they would be disrespectful and ignorant. (This custom refers to historical materials of the Ming and Qing dynasties)

Yingchun has been teaching since she was a child that she didn't have to see her younger brother, but it was due to habit.

"Second sister is here, I'll help you solve it." Jia Cong put down the "Four Books Collection" in his hand and came to help Yingchun remove his hat. The cloak was not snowing just now. The hat should have been prepared. Jia Cong ordered again: "Pomegranate, make three cups of rolling hot tea."

Siqi handed over the medicine, Jia Yingchun explained, and came in and sat down on the kang in the inner room. Jia Cong thanked him and asked Siqi to sit on it. Siqi did not sit on the kang, but only sat on a small mat.

The pomegranate handed over the tea. Jia Yingchun savored Lu'an tea while picking up the rice paper on the kang table. The rice paper was still quite eye-catching, but the poem was strange. She frowned and said, "The dewdrops wet the sand walls, the darkness is quiet, the poetry laughs at the platform, and the cloth is Fiji... The mud is as fragrant as the grass is greasy as the horse's nose."

"Is this... what you did? Just be careless." Jia Yingchun widened his eyes: "Brother Cong can ask the master and the eldest wife this time?"

Jia Cong held back his smile and was about to explain a few words. The little pomegranate standing next to him said, "Mr. Cong has been sick for a few days. The master said he has let him go, but after the improvement, his temperament has become quieter."

Jia Yingchun said in his heart: "It's not just quiet, it's a big change, what's going on?"

"That year, the old lady ordered people to distribute money. Do you have it?" Jia Yingchun asked Pomegranate.

"All right, but the eldest lady said...what if you have money for the New Year holiday, what other monthly payments are needed? Mr. Cong didn't even pay the monthly money for the last month..." Seeing Jia Cong's expressionless face, Polite hurriedly kept silent and stepped aside.

Si Qi and Jia Yingchun were a little embarrassed. The eldest wife, Mrs. Xing, had no biological children. She was the legitimate mother of Jia Lian, Jia Yingchun and Jia Cong. She only wanted to live a favorable life. She would not be really good to them. Besides, Mrs. Xing's family is not as powerful as Wang Xifeng's family, and is the most stingy and mean.

Mrs. Xing’s character is somewhat similar to that of Ning Guofu Zhen’s grandmother Youshi. They are both late-coming wives and are tolerant of her husband. Of course, they are different. Youshi is not that hateful, and she is even more good at being a human being.

"Cough cough... I have enough food and clothing, but I can't starve to death, and I don't need a lot of money to do it. They are all gossiping around." Jia Cong seemed to have not recovered from the illness, and he started coughing again after a few times. Pomegranate panicked and came to knock on her back. She lowered her head more and more and dared not speak.

"Yeah." Jia Yingchun looked at the book and asked, "Yi Cong's age, primary school has not yet ended yet. How can I read "The Collection of Notes on the Four Books"?"

"I can only learn from the basics and learn to read. I can recite the "Three Character Classic", "Thousand Character Classic", "Sound and Rhythm Enlightenment" and so on. My second sister doesn't know anything. I heard from the Qingkes in the mansion that even in the mountains and wild towns, there are teenagers who can write the "speak" of the eight-part essay, which is a child prodigy. I am a man of the mansion, and I have not read the Four Books and the Five Classics. Isn't I ashamed?" Jia Cong's face was a bit pathologically pale.

Jia Yingchun was stunned, and Si Qi's eyes were also looking around him, as if he was trying to find something. Jia Yingchun said funny: "Sister is talking about you... You didn't like to talk to Brother Huan, did Lan and the others mess around? Why did he become reasonable and like to read? My sister really doesn't understand."

"I had a nightmare. After waking up, I felt that I could not let down such a family background or my sister's heart." Jia Cong took the medicine soup handed over by the pomegranate and ate it himself.

Jia Yingchun lowered his eyebrows and said nothing. Si Qi clearly saw that the girl smiled with a smile on her lips.

After sitting for a while, they said goodbye, Jia Cong got up and sent it out. Only a quarter of an hour under the steps outside the curtain felt, a layer of willow catkins-like snowflakes were laid. Jia Cong got up and delivered it out in person: "Why don't you let the pomegranate send you to the second sister and Si Qi?"

"No, it's not far away. You go back and rest. The Lantern Festival will be lively tomorrow. Now it's the first lunar month. School holidays are on, and our daughter's family cannot do needlework. You should also take a break. You have to study. After the first lunar month, you have to study in the clan. Be careful of the ruler of the Grand Master (Jia Dairu) and it won't hurt you!"

Jia Yingchun turned around and said a few words. Jia Cong, Si Qi and pomegranate all urged her to go back, because the snow was getting heavier and heavier. The whiteness of the snow and the light of the moon formed a hazy glass world. Their footprints were imprinted on the corridor, covered by the newly falling snowflakes, and gradually disappeared.

"Master Cong, go in." Pomegranate put a small cloak with cotton lining on him.

"Yes." Jia Cong agreed, looking at the snowflakes, dazed and dazed: "Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest. Judging from the momentum, there will be no locust plague in Shandong this year, I'm afraid it's snowing all over Zhili. I've never seen such a big snowflake in my previous life..."

...

The fire of the oil lamp was dim and dark, reflecting on his seemingly eight or nine-year-old face. The screen window was closed, but the music of the sheng, flute and wind, was it the sound of Jia She and his wife drinking and having fun? There were also the lively sounds of opera singing from afar, and the barking of dogs outside the walls, which was vague. I guess Jia Mu was gathering together?

Jia Cong put down the book and listened carefully to the sounds in his ears. He was vague and could not tell what he sang. It seemed to be the lively and festive "Full of the Stones"? Well, this tone is Qin's tune, which is very high-pitched, and he can be sure of it.

In his previous life, he was a veteran enthusiast of the Red Mansions and was also interested in the Red Mansions. He kept a collection of "Dream of the Red Mansions" by his pillow until his death. He flipped through it several times, and each page had handwriting. I am afraid that this obsession would bring him to this unknown time and space?

Although Jia Cong from the Red Chamber is from the long house, he has very few roles. He is also a concubine's son, Jia Huan has a higher appearance rate. To borrow a sentence from "The King of Comedy", you will be the only one who can kill him?

You can't think of those bad things. Jia Cong's identity is at least a nobleman, or a young man from Rongguo Mansion. He is not wearing any bad situation, prostitutes, clerks, and poor people. He is already very lucky. In addition to being self-aware, people must also learn to be grateful, right?

It is natural to be a must for peace and danger. The father of this identity, Jia She, has a lot of wives and can't do serious things. For a few fans, Jia Yucun blackmailed Shi Daizi. The most crazy thing is to sell his daughter Jia Yingchun and 5,000 taels of silver to Sun Shaozu, who was abused to death by the latter.

Not to mention her, her brother Jia Lian is a playboy, who eats both men and women, and does not bother with meat and vegetables, but it is definitely not a disobedience. This person has some conscience. And his sister-in-law Wang Xifeng and Feng Lazi are not easy to get along with.

In short, there are many complicated things that need to be sorted out, dealt with, and prepared for the future, but we cannot be too rushed. Cut the mess quickly with a quick knife, and haste will not be achieved. Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai entered the mansion one after another, and the Jia clan has had many years of life. Boil the frogs in warm water, take it slowly,

Fortunately, in my previous life, I was not only a fan of the Red Mansions, but also familiar with the plot. In my spare time, I especially liked Chinese studies, history, opera, domino, wine, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the Four Books and Five Classics, Han Fu, Tang poetry, Song, Song, Song, Song, Song, Song, Ming and Qing novels, clothing research, ancient architecture research, ancient river management, eight-legged essays, etc., all of which were all involved.

Of course, it's not very good.

But he had time to integrate into, follow the customs and learn. This feudal society where the world was peaceful and the Heqinghai Banquet was the best way out with the original owner, the imperial examination road must be the best way out and it is also suitable for him.

Don’t follow the local customs? In this era of ethics and cannibalism, is it okay? Of course, it is OK, the premise is that you have to bear the consequences. You may become a Bruno who supports the Copernican heliocentric theory and be roasted on a fire rack.

Is Mr. Lu Xun's saying "cannibalism" a random cry? The main book of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling is also the auxiliary book. How could the thirty-six women's "Thousands of red cries, thousands of beautiful women have the same sadness" come from no reason?

...

It was the hour of Hai. According to the time of his previous life, from nine to eleven, Jia Cong put away his books and prepared to wash and fall asleep. The little girl Pomegranate came over to help him take off his shoes and socks and wash his feet. Jia Cong refused and washed himself: "Pomegranate, I have three things you have to do."

"What's wrong with Mr. Cong?" Polite opened his eyes wide and glared at him, lowered his head, and his fingers nervously kneaded his jacket, very shy.

Jia Cong said: "Don't talk nonsense, like the big wife doesn't pay monthly money today. If I say that, the big wife will scold me at most. There are too many people in the house, especially the big wife's housemate Wang Shanbao's family, and she will complain. If she hears it, what will you do?"

"Oh..." Pomegranate relaxed his fingers.

Jia Cong said: "Don't cause me trouble."

"No...Pomegranate doesn't know how to do it. Master Cong must not drive me away..." Pogranate's little face suddenly changed drastically, his mouth was flattened, and he was about to cry.

In this era, in this world, ordinary people have to pay taxes and serve. If they encounter disasters and famines, it is no joke. There are countless refugees and victims. The servants of wealthy families, despite their low status, have envied all aspects of the common people. The family of pomegranate is a poor family, and they are sold to the Jia family. I don’t want to lose this job and guarantee.

"It's best if you can do it." Jia Cong wiped the water droplets and nodded, "Down the lamp, close the door, put down the curtain, and take the last one, the half-stop money in the cabinet, you can take it."

Pomegranate stood there blankly, blinking his eyes, Jia Cong turned around and said, "What's wrong? Didn't you hear it clearly?"

"Pomegranate thought Mr. Cong wanted to hit me!" She cried with joy.

Jia Cong thought about it and he merged some of the memories of the original owner. It seemed that Jia Cong was like this. Compared with Jia Huan, he could not get better than Jia Huan in terms of study, character, words and deeds. No wonder Jia Cong was not seen in many lively occasions in the Red Chamber.

He ordered the pomegranate to rest, and Jia Cong also went to bed and thought, "This body is still very weak. In addition to preparing for the imperial examination and strengthening exercise appropriately, it is also an urgent task."

He also thought: "The Lantern Festival must be very lively. If the superiors ask people to come and call them, there is no need to touch the cold butt if they don't give them instructions. This original owner is not welcomed... and he has changed his temperament and has to make up his lie for the nightmare."

A gentleman judges the situation and acts with caution.

The little pomegranate that was served at any time outside was still bright at night, counting copper coins one by one, and five hundred brothers Kong Fang were worth her salary for dozens of days. In this era, one tael of silver could buy a stone of rice and one hundred taels of silver, which could make the poor family of five spend ten years.

Wang Xifeng spent more than 100 taels on her birthday.

"The money for buying medicine is almost enough... It's rare that this master has changed his temper, Amitabha." Pomegranate his hands together.

Dangdang, the sound of the anti-command's call came out. Three consecutive times, three drums, and three updates were in the middle of the year. However, many wealthy families in the capital of Zhili, including the two Duke's Mansions of the Jia family, were brightly lit and lively and festive. Firecrackers and fireworks were ringing, and Qin Opera and Kun Opera kept shaking their heads, pushing cups and drinking, and drinking, picking up ivory chopsticks to hit the golden cups and silver bowls, responding to the wonderful music. The anti-command turned the alleyways, and the red lanterns from the rich doors swayed in the wind.
Chapter completed!