Time passes easily, and the three autumns are inadvertently like sand slipping through the fingers. As the weather gradually comes and becomes colder, the withered vines leaves, the falling winter wheat, and the snowflakes disappear.

The twelfth lunar month of the 10th year of Yongle was very cold, with braziers, hand stoves, and cotton cloths. They must be wrapped tightly when going out.

The snowflakes in the shallow square fall down on the treetops and dripping water. The sky and the earth feel like they are in a hazy glass world.

Jia Cong held a book in his left hand and a copper fire chopstick in his right hand to lift coal. The days of these months are almost the same, with the Four Books and Five Classics, Eight-Legend Times, and Exam books, from the beginning of "Use Words" to the Jiangnan Times, which were given by Teacher Qin and Senior Sister Qin. The books that are growing day by day are like the rings of trees, narrating the passing of time.

The bookstore he manages carefully, and the sales volume of the timely articles he carefully reviews has steadily increased. The capital is a big city with a population of millions, and there are at least tens of thousands of scholars. However, his market target readers are probably at the level below the Academy Examination, and there is no need for anything else.

But with these thousands of sales targets, it is enough to add several printing workshops to Shanhai Bookstore. In the historical process of mankind, Bi Sheng's movable type printing is always considered a major advance in woodblock printing. However, in the real situation in ancient times, movable type printing is just an interlude, an auxiliary printing, and its cost is relatively high.

In addition, papermaking workshops have also increased, increasing manpower, buying mulberry trees and bamboo. The best papermaking materials in ancient times were hemp and cotton. However, these two were mostly used in clothing, and the cost was high. The widely used mulberry trees and bamboos were used.

We hired technicians for printing and papermaking. The Shanhai Bookstore was selected well. The north was the inner city and the south was the outer city. Originally, we bought a house and decorated it, and it cost a lot of Zheng Yeliao and Luo Gaocai. At this moment, we finally entered the stage of making steady profits and not accompanying each other. Jia Cong's dividends were enough to be self-sufficient.

Pirated books are common, but pirated copies are rare.

In the Qin Mansion, he went from being often to being occasionally, and most of the time he spent self-study and practicing art was sent out. Fan Lin, Chen Hao, and Liu Dongsheng all had letters to guide him. The Jia Mansion had an extra scholar's work, which was also diluted by time. Everyone lived their own lives, and they had conflicts with each other and seemed to have nothing to do with each other.

Chen Hao went to Suzhou and was a neighboring mansion with his hometown Huating. He sent a letter to hope that he could go to Jiangnan to study and make a lot of literary and cultural heritage in Jiangnan. However, the collude and the school are full of talents, which will help increase the benefits. Jia Cong was quite moved by this letter.

His mother, Mrs. Xing, is also from Suzhou. Xing Xiuyan's family is still in Suzhou. Lin Daiyu is also from Suzhou, and Lin Ruhai just went to Yangzhou to take up her post.

Then he considered his next arrangements and the situation of the Jia family in the next year.

When he failed the Guiyou provincial examination, Jia Cong could only hope for the Bingzi provincial examination three years later and the Ding Chou imperial examination four years later. In fact, he could not make any big moves in the Jia family, and going to Suzhou seemed to be a good choice.

In the next year, in late summer and early autumn, Daiyu will go south, Lin Ruhai will die on the third day of September, and then build the Grand View Garden, and the Yuan Concubine will visit her relatives.

There will be no adverse situation in the Jia family. Instead, it will be a flower with brocade and cooking oil in a fire. But he has to ask for the consent of his parents and even his mother Jia, so it is difficult to discuss.

...

The ancestral hall still stands in Ning Mansion, and even if the house is confiscated, it will not be destroyed. Jia Qiang is the busiest and busy during the New Year.

On the day of New Year's Eve worship, Zhaomu was arranged. Jia Jing was the main priest, Jia She accompanied the sacrifice, Jia Qiang offered the title, Jia Lian, Jia Cong held silk, Baoyu held the incense, Jia Chang, Jia Ling held the carpet, guarded the burning pond. Qingyi played music, three priests, worshiped Xing, burned silk and stormed the wine, finished the ceremony, stopped the music, and left.

He followed Jia Mu's main hall to worship the portraits of Ning Rong's second ancestors, the shadows of ancestors, Jia Qing, Jia Zhi and others stood from the inner ritual gate to the main hall corridor. The servant stood outside the gate, male outside the threshold, female inside the threshold, male inside the threshold, female inside the threshold, female inside the hall, and female inside the prefecture, one by one, according to the seniority and seniority, and sent to the altar table.

Each returned to his position, with the left and right, the man and the east and the west, waiting for the head of Jia Mu to pick up incense and worship, the Wen generation, the Yu generation, the Cao generation, and the Wulala knelt on five halls, three hugged the building, the inner and outer eaves, the stages, the flowers were clustered with flowers, silent, the rings were jingling, and the cigarettes were swaying.

Flowers are in brocade, and oil is cooked with fire.

After that, the flowing mats, firecrackers, opera fireworks, wine, tea and fruits continued until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

...

The soft language around the beam has been endless for more than ten days, and the costumes of the opera troupe are the most vivid and dazzling. In this wealthy courtyard in the north, under the elegant walking gestures, long tones and expressions, it seems to show people a picture of the ten miles of Qinhuai, the six dynasties, the golden powder of the present and ancient times, the beautiful small bridges and flowing waters of Zhejiang and Jiangsu, and the old courtyard of the Quzhong.

Lin Daiyu's eyes were blinking and listening to the accent of this hometown, and she couldn't help but miss Huaiyang and the old place in Wuzhong.

Jia Cong, who is used to listening to various modern music, cannot appreciate classical operas, but when he encounters good ones, he will also enjoy the blessings of his ears.

This West Road lobby is filled with civil and military play, prosperous scenery, and the image of a wealthy party. The full moon hangs on the treetops, and the bright lotus lanterns inside and outside the hall shine with the moonlight.

On the side of the male seat, Jia Cong asked Jia She about what Chen Hao said about going south, and Chen Hao also wrote letters to Jia She.

Jia She looked at Yuanyang's tall figure from time to time, chatting and laughing at banquets, and the sound of opera was noisy, and he couldn't hear it clearly: "Cong'er, what are you talking about?"

Jia Cong was speechless and said carefully: "Father, son is saying that Mr. Shen, the examiner of the mansion, wrote a letter. What do you think about the matter of going south?"

Mrs. Xing, who was in the female face, heard it and said, "With Cong'er's reputation as a scholar, she doesn't need to lead the way. She can go to all parts of the world."

Jia She's greedy eyes were reluctantly withdrawn from the freckles on the face of the mandarin duck egg. He blamed his son for disturbing his interest and said a little impatiently: "No, no, Suzhou is far away, it's not better than when you go to Wanping. Your parents are here, so you don't travel far."

It's too far away, I'm worried.

On the other side, Jia Mu asked them what they were talking about. Mrs. Wang heard a few words and replied to her mother-in-law. Jia Mu thought about it over and over again and leaned forward and said, "Cong'er, you are so quiet and moved. Since our family entered Beijing, in addition to supporting the spirits, there are few people who go back to Jinling, let alone Suzhou. Your spiritual light is really not effective. I think about it carefully. I heard that Wanping's scholar, Mr. Qian in Beijing, are you afraid that you will defeat him again, and you will be in vain. Besides, in Wuzhong, you can't control you, so you can't help me?"

Jia Cong was calm on the surface, but cursed in his heart: Get rid of your mother's feudal ethics!

Jia Mu openly said that Jia Cong's ingenuity was not effective, and she comforted Baoyu in her arms. The dislike was already very obvious. Jia Cong had been struggling along the way and fought several people, but she thought it was unlucky.

Sanchun, Baochai, Daiyu, and Aunt Xue didn't say anything. At this time, Zhou Rui led a gang in. The gang was a servant in the academic yamen.

The fighter knew the etiquette of the nobles of the officials and the nobles. When he came in, he only went outside the hall and did not enter, he bowed: "We, the master of the school, gave the old lady, man, and grandma to the house, and he was bothering him during the holidays."

"It's not bad for your family to give gifts, just keep the account. What are you doing here?" Jia Mu looked down on her and asked Zhou Rui, but Zhou Rui hesitated and couldn't say it.

"Our master is in a hurry, so he asked Xiao to pass on the Imperial College card. Jia Cong, the young master of the Imperial College, chose the Imperial College Yougong as a student. Please fill in the academic record. This matter is important, so he asked Xiao's personal biography." The battle was neither humble nor arrogant.

Imperial College? Yougong?

Jia Mu was shocked. How could this be a blessing? How many people can a province in Yougong, Imperial College?

Suddenly, Lai Da, the chief general, hurried in again. Before he could sweat, he bowed and said, "You are the old lady, the eldest lady, the eldest lady, and the eldest lady of Prince Yu's mansion, Mr. Luo, came to the door. I invited him to the lobby and said that it was specially for Mr. Cong."

"What? Prince Yu's Mansion?" Jia Zheng slapped the table. Is it a good or a bad thing?
Chapter completed!