After taking office as a member of the city censor Liu Dongsheng, he returned to the Censorate to serve, he went to the Ministry of Works to find the doctor Qin Ye. Qin Ye was Qin Keqing's adoptive father and Liu Dongsheng was also a Jinshi in the same year. In the same year, he was a fellow townsman, a teacher, and a court network. Liu Dongsheng recommended "Xiao Lin Guang Ji" to Qin Ye. Qin Ye smiled, but said that the author was too unkind and kept sarcastic.

At the same time, some people from the cultural class came into contact with "Xiao Lin Guang Ji". "Lanling Xiao Xiao Sheng" became famous again after "Jin Ping Mei". Zheng Yeliao earned more than 100 taels. Of course, this was a matter of one month later. People at that time only focused on eight-part articles, and miscellaneous novels were just entertainment, which made people laugh.

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The Bisha Cabinet is the house of Jia Mu's Court, which is for Lin Daiyu to live in after entering Beijing. It is only a wall between Jia Baoyu's house "Jiangyunxuan". You can meet when you go out. Jia Baoyu heard about "Xiao Lin Guang Ji" at the banquet of the son of a noble family. He asked his servant Mingyan to buy it. Mingyan read the book a little bit yellow. If he was discovered, he would suffer. He refused and sold it out. Jia Baoyu didn't believe it, and threatened and tempted him. Mingyan couldn't buy it secretly and used money to cheat the doorman for investigation. Only then did Jia Baoyu get a glimpse of the true face of Lushan in "Xiao Lin Guang Ji".

I turned to a page casually and the story was as follows: A Taoist is proficient in giving birth to a boy and a girl, and a woman asked, "Dividing, do I give birth to a boy? Do I give birth to a girl?" The Taoist replied, "It must be a egg." The woman knew that she gave birth to a boy, so she was very happy. After a few months, she gave birth to a girl and said angrily, "Why are there no eggs?" The Taoist replied, "Your daughter grew up and had sex with a man, so isn't it called a egg clip?!"

"Hahaha..." Jia Baoyu grinned, danced and kept slapped the cushion. He was already familiar with the matter between men and women, and had sex with Xiren's sister last year...

At the age of eight, we are a role model and are admired by the mountains.

Lin Daiyu came over to snatch it. Jia Baoyu thought the book was not serious and refused to give it to him. Daiyu showed off her arrogant little temper. Jia Baoyu compromised. Lin Daiyu sat down on the embroidered dormitory and flipped the page casually:

A person in Shanxi is good at making jealousy and betrayed one day. After a scholar tasted it, he said, "Like me." A woman came to taste it and said, "Like me." The man was surprised: "So no scholar is rare, why are you sour?" The woman said, "I love to be sour, why aren't you sour?"

Lin Daiyu didn't laugh out loud, holding a veil in her lips, smiling without showing her teeth, and looked at a few more pages, her pretty face turned red, and she spat: "Bah! What a bad book that defiles people! You carefully uncover your skin."

He said again: "Will you go to school tomorrow? Oh... That Master Cong should move out, he must go there."

"I'll be back in a few days. I don't care about the eight-legged article. Brother Cong's virtue is just a traitor who seeks fame and honors glory." Jia Baoyu was cynical in his long speech.

Lin Daiyu smiled and looked at "Laughter Lin Guangji", which was her own snatch. No wonder Baoyu thought to herself: "This book is so dirty, but I have never seen those worldly and human feelings. People who write books are either dirty or see through the world."

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The coal in the brazier was scattered out due to snow. The snow was rushing out of the broken window. The extinguished coal was rekindled because of the cold wind. The scattered coal was black and red. The tile tile stove rope beds, and pomegranates felt cold everywhere. Just like the day before yesterday, someone dragged my mother's body to the Zuojiazhuang mansion in Dongcheng. This was pretty good. There were people in the neighborhood who had collapsed the houses by heavy snow, and the whole family died. There were twenty taels of silver in their arms very warm.

The wind continues to blow, and the wine continues to sway.

Sun Fu watched his master ride a mule, steadily step on the kick with his boots, whip with his left hand and reins with his right hand. In this way, the mule under Mr. Cong's crotch became gentle. Thinking a few days ago, Mr. Cong couldn't even get on the saddle.

There was one thing he did not tell his master that there were two types of mules, male donkeys and mares, female donkeys and stallions, and each character was different. Mules could not be passed down through the family line. Cong Ye rode the most gentle one, otherwise how could he be tamed at this age? Sun Fu had raised horses, rouge horses, thousand-mile horses, and green horses in the mansion before. It was almost the same as Jiao Da in the East Mansion.

He led Mr. Cong out of Xibianmen. The capital was the key. There were cities, outer cities, inner cities, imperial cities, and Forbidden City in the city, surrounded by layers. Xibianmen was just the gate of the outer city. There was a city cave under the city, which was guarded by heavy troops, with arrow towers and corner towers on it.

There is a Buddhist temple called Muni Courtyard when you go out. The scene here seems to be covered with weeds. Muni Courtyard is under the jurisdiction of the Monklu Department of the Ministry of Rites, and there are no pilgrims. As you see, the old willow is broken, the moat flows by, and the refugees crawl in groups of three or five. Some want to enter the city, but they are stopped by the infantry commanding the yamen, Shuntian Prefecture Department, and the yamen runners of the Five City Military and Masjids. There are too many refugees and many departments are dispatched.

Jia Cong was silent. When Sun Fu came back from buying fruits, he asked him. Sun Fu smiled and said, "Just just heard from the people in the shop that the Yongding River had a peach blossom flood, and the waves were rolling. Liangxiang, Gu'an, Yongqing, and thousands of refugees from three counties came to the capital. I hope that the wealthy families would take them as slaves. There are so many people, of course they can't enter the city."

Jia Cong said: "Don't you care about Shuntian Mansion? That's a third-rank seal officer."

"I don't understand the affairs of the official family." Sun Fu kept silent. Looking at Mr. Cong's face was a little bad, he suggested, "Does Mr. Cong want to disperse money and eliminate disasters?"

"Forget it, it's better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish." Jia Cong sighed in his heart. He was also a peasant family in his previous life. He took a sickle and hoe to the fields at the age of seven or eight. He knew the difficulties of farmers. If he could become an official, or have fame or fame, he would be able to do his best. For example, he would not be so easy to investigate the Yongding River, establish a charity warehouse, and save these ordinary people. It seems that it is not easy to rely on the court to allocate funds.

"This contrast is really clear. The rich people in the city are drunk and dreaming, and refugees outside the city are crawling in the wild. The rich people are smelly of wine and meat, and there are frozen bones on the road. This is the case." Jia Cong coughed a few times, and the wind felt cold. He saw a woman and a child who had frozen to death, and was dragged to the field of mansions by the yamen runners. At this moment, Jia Cong had to believe in fate. In fact, the fate of many people was destined to be born. There was only one monk Zhu Yuanzhang who could not eat enough, and there was only one fired postman Li Zicheng. The lives of other people at the bottom were as humble as ants. What was that luck? Maybe it could be changed.

"Is this year the year of Renshen? Next year, Guiyou, Zi, Wu, Mao, You provincial examinations, I will go to the Wanping County examination this year." Jia Cong said to his servant, and also to himself.

Sun Fu wanted to speak but stopped. It was not that easy to take the county exam. Jia Jing and Jia Zhu had taken the exam several times back then, but Mr. Cong was so smart that if he won the case at the age of eight, he would be amazing.

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The day before school, Jia Cong moved out of Jia Sheyuan and lived diagonally opposite Sanchun's house. Although the yard was small, it was equipped with wing rooms, study rooms and main halls.

Jia Cong could have replied that Jia She would not move out, so Wang Xifeng would not be able to control him. However, now he can’t fight against Wang Xifeng. She is spoiled by the old lady. It’s better to use the trick and follow his method once and for all.

The study room should be named. Jia Zheng’s study room is called “Mengpozhai”, Jia Baoyu’s study room is called “Qixianzhai”, and Jia Cong named his study room "Faijiantang", which means "I have no knowledge in my heart, so I cannot learn it."

At night, the moonlight did not appear, and only the stars were left in the sky. After reading "Mencius", Jia Cong had a lot of experience. He copied Yan style for a while and began to write the second part of "Xiao Lin Guang Ji", and then the brothers and sisters came with a smile.

"Congratulations, congratulations, sister, congratulations to Brother Cong for his relocation." Jia Yingchun sent some pens, ink, paper and inkstones, a few chess scores, a pair of chess, a pair of Go and a board.

"Do you want to burn the bottom of the pot?" Jia Cong said with a smile. Although the Jia family is in the south of the Yangtze River, it also integrates the customs of northerners.

A sentence made everyone laugh, and Jia Xichun said it was even more lively, but Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu sighed in their hearts: "Sister Feng may not be at ease with kindness and fear that Brother Cong will be favored, so she used this method. She can gain a good reputation and can also discipline Brother Cong, killing two birds with one stone and killing two birds with one stone."

Jia Tanchun took down the counter with "Shiwen Selections", and Baochai followed suit to read it.

Xue Baochai has had her father teaching poetry and books since she was a child. In order to prepare for the talent show, the Xue family went to Beijing to collect the imperial merchant treasury from the Ministry of Revenue, and on the other hand, she signed up for the Ministry of Revenue to create a book for Baochai to give her talent show. She is the most knowledgeable among the women in the Red Chamber, and she is no match for her.

His dress was simple and his almond eyes were like waves. Xue Baochai looked through a few pages and asked with a smile: "Brother Cong reads the eight-legged essay? Can you solve the question? I asked a question, and you can try: The way of university is the destiny of heaven. Learn and practice it from time to time. Mencius met King Hui of Liang."

"Oh!" Lin Daiyu clapped her hands: "Sister Bao deliberately made things difficult for others. These four sentences come from "The Great Learning", "The Doctrine of the Mean", "The Analects of Confucius", "Mencius", and "The Five Classics" and "The Five Classics" are all complete. How can there be such a tricky topic?"

Jia Tanchun sighed: "It's really difficult. Sister Bao is extraordinary when she asks questions."

Jia Baoyu hated the imperial examinations the most, and he was unhappy when he saw Sister Bao talking about the eight-legged essays. But he couldn't figure out this topic, and he was arrogant and talented, so he thought that Jia Cong could not even break it.

"It's a bit difficult." Jia Cong nodded and pondered: "But as long as you work hard and make progress, there is no problem that cannot be solved in the world. You see, 'The way is based on heaven, and the family is cultivated and the courtyard is silent', this sentence is feasible?"

Xue Baochai opened her almond eyes slightly, and she was amazed and surprised, and said in surprise: "It is broken out. The Tao is based on the heaven. It hits the first two sentences. If the family practices and the courtyard is silent, it hits the last two sentences."

The eight-legged essays are clear and thorough, and they are incisive. They are similar to modern argumentative essays. The topic is to explain the topic. In fact, the entire eight-legged essays use a sentence of nonsense and empty words to be vivid and vivid, and they establish words in the tone of sages. They cannot have their own thoughts. Jia Cong's problem has explained Baochai's topic to the fullest.

"The eight-legged essay has a lot of rules and regulations, and has a limit on the number of words. It is necessary to study the text and talk about the level and tone... Brother Cong has this brain, so it is better to learn more about Zhuangzi's charm and the articles of famous artists, otherwise wouldn't it be foul-mouthed?" Jia Baoyu shook his head, a little jealous, and more disdainful. If he is willing to work hard, he can still solve the topic.

Jia Cong didn't say anything, maybe it was because of the disagreement of ideas. Besides, Baoyu was his brother, so he didn't have the truth to confront him in front of everyone. He was always pragmatic in doing things, and he made up his mind to go out of the house, enter the officialdom, save those who wanted to save, and do what he wanted to do, and the various disadvantages of the eight-legged essay were known more clearly than Jia Baoyu, but it would be useless to say it.

Confucius said: Isn’t it a gentleman to be unhappy if a person does not know about it? Why do you have to ask everyone in the world to understand you?

Jia Yingchun laughed and whispered in his ear: "Brother Bao is weird. Don't be angry, but he won't do anything bad either."

Jia Cong smiled and said it was okay.

Xue Baochai gently brushed the fan in her hand, blinked the almond eyes, looked at Brother Bao, shook her head and sighed, and glanced at Jia Cong, still sitting upright, so calm that she was not angry for no reason. This is the person who knows how to be ambitious and has a good temperament.

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The clan school has opened. Jia Cong, Jia Huan, Jia Lan, Jia Jun and others have made some brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, furnaces and charcoals. Jia Baoyu also wants to spend a few days before coming back from illness.

When he walked out of the inner door of the courtyard, Sun Fu carried all the items and was indignant: "Master Cong, Grandma Lian was too much. Not to mention deducting the servant's money, Brother Cong's eight taels of money was gone."

Jia Huan, Jia Cong, and Jia Lan have eight taels of fees every year to go to school, which is the money for buying pens, ink, paper and inkstones. In the Red Chamber, this fee was exempted by Jia Tanchun when he was in charge of the family. At this time, Wang Xifeng intercepted all Jia Cong's expenses and used them to lend usury.

"Are you still a few taels of books sold?" Jia Cong relied on himself and did not have to worry about money for the time being. After "Xiao Lin Guangji" was released, there were still several more transactions, but this unjust account must be settled. How could Jia Cong be bullied by others?
Chapter completed!