There was a room north of the west room in three rows. You Shi tied her hair up again, combed her hair tightly, and washed her eyebrows and cloud shoulders. She went to the backyard patio to wash her clothes by herself. Zheng Yeliao and Luo Gaocai were tactful and ignored her.

You could have returned to her parents' home, but the You family lost Jia Zhen and Jia Rong's support, and relied on the gifts that You Lao Niang, You Erjie, and You Sanjie had received, which would last for at most half a year.

Sun Fu sent jujube, pear, apricot and peach, and pomegranate also followed him into the outside room. You Shi said in surprise: "What a fresh fruit spot."

"The pomegranate was called by Master Cong, and she was willing to do so. This girl was lonely and helpless, so she followed her big grandmother." Sun Fu said.

The pomegranate saluted obediently and became much bigger. You Shi thought of Yindian and the others and couldn't speak for a long time. And Jia Cong's actions meant, but You Shi grabbed a handful of copper coins from the kang to reward Sun Fu. The pomegranate asked with a smile: "Have your young master eaten it? He is so nice to you."

"That's that's it." Sun Fu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "My little master's temper is in the sky and in the ground. He can't find a second one, that is, Master Bao Er. He loses his temper and throws his cups, beats Mingyan and hoes medicine."

"What did your master eat?" You Shi said with a hilarious look.

"Sour plum soup, cabbage, and red dates." Sun Fu and pomegranate answered in unison, stunned for a moment before laughing.

"What are you saying? You two go out first." Jia Cong came in with a frown, Sun Fu Polite retreated, You Shi stood up, and she was jokingly blessed. She was not a person who likes to be restrained.

"Sister-in-law..." Before Jia Cong finished speaking, Youshi said first: "You call me sister, it doesn't matter now."

"That's fine." Jia Cong sat down opposite and pondered: "It was her willingness to send pomegranate. She was alone and lonely. When she approached, at least I would take care of her. Sister-in-law... Well, the elder sister is not a person who treats her subordinates harshly. She signs a contract with each other and does not have to register at the government office. I think that if you live here for a long time, it will be a disadvantage to your reputation. Others don't know about my saving you, so there is no need to worry about this..."

"When I finish the examination and the provincial examination, whether I pass or not, I will think of a way to make a living for you, find another house, or you go home..." Jia Cong thought about it wrong. If You Shi was willing to go home, he would not come with him. How could I say that You Shi would not be dragging him down, but it was useless to him. Repaying kindness is enough. There are so many dreams... After all, You's family cannot be so close to her. The adopted mother and girl were the wealthy at the time, who cares about whom now?

"It's not to drive you away, it's good for you and me." Jia Cong finished speaking in one breath, looking at her, You Shi couldn't turn her eyes, her eyes were clearly filled with tears, but she suppressed her. She forced herself to smile, and she couldn't tell what she felt.

"I don't want to get tired of you either." You Shi turned around and turned her head: "It's just that you think the second sister should marry Zhang Hua? I can't make up my mind..."

Where did Eryou have a half-cent relationship with him? Jia Cong said: "Don't hook up with Brother Lian, you can decide the rest yourself, I'll leave."

Jia Lian hooked up with You Erjie when Jia Jing was having funeral. Jia Lian didn't care about the country and the family, and Jia Lian didn't care about it. Jia Jing died for three years.

Jia Lian can openly ignore ethics, filial piety in the country (the concubine dies, bans marriage), filial piety in the family (Jia Jing dies), stops his wife and remarry (using the etiquette of a wife). These are the crimes of giving him his own guilt.

Can ethics break through this shackle?

Wang Zhideng delayed Ma Xianglan for decades. Ma Xianglan, who was over 40 years old, came to dance for him, which caused a sensation in Jiangnan. Wang Zhideng, who was sixty or seventy years old, cried and said: It was all ethics that ruined us! Ma Xianglan spent her whole life in this dance, but she gained nothing in the end.

Etiquette determines the superiority and inferiority, distinguishes the noble and inferiority, and eats people without spitting out bones.

Jia Cong finally realized this situation. Is it possible to break through the ethics?

...

Qin Ye supervised Jirang in Xishan. The construction has not been completed yet. Jia Cong went to Qin Mansion to bid farewell. Qin Zhong's face was rosy and handsome, and he was even more handsome than before. He was thin. The most handsome man Jia Cong saw was Jia Qiang and Qin Zhong.

"Sorry, it's so regretful. I can't accompany you this time of the scientific and provincial examination." Qin Zhong pulled him affectionately and sat down: "Don't you go to see your sister?"

"It's too late, just say that the tribute court will be opened around the Mid-Autumn Festival." Jia Cong left with a smile.

Qin Zhong was speechless, Baozhu replied, Qin Keqing was biting the thread in the ear room, and the two girls stopped making trouble: "Mr. Cong is too famous at this time, and it is good to have concerns. He is thinking about the lady. The former uncle Zhen and Mr. Xiaorong died, and the city is full of controversy, and the master's residence has spread to his home... Fortunately, the lady is not in the East Mansion, otherwise she would have entered the Jiaofangsi and we would have to be sold..."

One day, the couple had a hundred days of gratitude. After learning the news, she was unhappy for a while. Qin Keqing dusted her skirt: "My father often has errands. Once he has a junior brother, he will have a prosperous career and may be able to become a minister. Is he a lucky star?"

"Yes, yes." Baozhu Ruizhu nodded together: "It is also the Miss's lucky star."

Qin Keqing smiled and said with a smile, and the needles and threads in his hand flew up and down: "That's true. It's better not to ask for it than to ask for it, and it's better not to fight. As long as my father and younger brother live well, we will not suffer any consequences."

But I thought to myself: "Is this matter related to my junior brother? If so, I am not a beauty, but a disaster..."

...

Rongguo Mansion was very calm, and no one had much confidence in Jia Cong's scientific and provincial examinations. Originally, Jia Cong just treated it as a training.

...

The wheat in the north is sown in autumn and harvested in the summer of the following year. The wheat from the Middle East is the main crop in the north. In addition, the custom in the north is to worship the green seed god in July and to worship Magu on July 15th. In the face of long-term rain and sunshine, we must "sweeping the sunny lady" (called "sweeping Tianpo in Shaanxi).

These were seen during the annual exam after Jia Cong’s examination.

Mixed species and rote-planted millet, millet, sweet potatoes, etc. Sweet potatoes were first planted in Fujian, Guangdong, and Yunnan, and introduced from Luzon and Annan. The yield per mu was a thousand kilograms, which was the first choice for ancient farmers to satisfy their hunger.

If people today want to learn about Wanping in ancient times, they have to read Shen Bang's "Miscellaneous Notes on Wanshu".

When the carriage walked across the official road, there were no waves of wheat in autumn. The smell was the smell of soil ploughing and raking.

When he arrived at Shunzhimen Market, Lichang Song, who was in the western suburbs, led a car to stop the car and asked for the words, and said humbly: "Xiao Gong Jia is the number one prodigy in Dashun. I didn't catch up with the sacrifice to the Qingmiao God in front of me. Please write a few more words today."

"A small matter." Jia Cong got out of the car and took the brush, thought for a while, and wrote:

"Two flags, split up.

Dancing in the breeze, melodious.

The command of God, my border.

May the fields always stand up to my green seedlings.

It’s not good or bad, it’s okay.

There is no rain or sun, and all valleys will come.

But God descends to the good health and returns to steam the sheep.”

Although it is useless to ask for God, since the Neolithic Age, there have been blessings from God until modern rural areas, especially since the Yuan and Ming dynasties, planting, silk weaving, good things, and bad things, all require God and all kinds of things. Inviting scholars to write is also considered to be a glorious person. Song Lichang didn't understand the meaning, so he pretended to nodded and said, "Look, this word looks good, and it means good."

Several farmers just came to see the appearance of the prodigy. After hearing Song Lichang's words, they could move the Qingmiao God. They were as pious as Muslims. Giving gifts and specialties, Jia Cong smiled and collected a few of them, and he felt sad.

This is the ancient peasants. If someone desecrated their gods, they could pick up hoes and sickles to fight desperately. In Jiangnan, many taboos in planting mulberry trees and raising silkworms were even more powerful than the green seedling god. For that god, weaver and mulberry households ignored the government and were not allowed to enter the door during a specific period. The government could only obey the overall situation.

Register, fill in the personal confession, get the number, enter the Confucius Temple, and the West Road Hall to take the scientific examination. There were thousands of scholars. Before the question was set, Jia Cong's desk number was one of the focus of the same year. Wang Yinglin came over and said with his ears: "Luo Guoqi has a good friend Wei Wuzhi, who is his cousin, a student from Liangxiang County. When he arrived in Wanping, he threatened to avenge his cousin at the party..."
Chapter completed!