The drizzle in mid-spring was drizzling and decorated with animal heads. The house of Ningguo Duke in Chiwen was cleaned. The roof was cleaned. The east crossing courtyard was on the outside of the room. Jia Zhen and Youshi, the young couple, sat casually under the south window, chatted about family accounts, the harvest management of several farms, land rent, daily necessities for noble life, etc., are all topics that the patriarch and the patriarch's wife often talked about. They hardly talked about the bed.

Youshi's close-fitting girl Yindie's report "Mr. Cong from Xifu is here." He put away the curtain felt, and Jia Cong hung an oil paper umbrella in the corridor outside, shaking the water droplets on his boots before slowly walking in. When the two saw him tie his hair and wearing a Songjiang cotton robe, a round collar and a robe with a corner of the robe that was growing under the knees, he put it in a sweat towel around his waist. The clothes were a little indecent, but his eyes were pure, his face was white, and he looked good. He was veritable with the rumored "study and progressive, and he did not feel disgusted.

Without standing up, Jia Zhen is a third-rank martial artist. He needs to wear tiger and leopard patches in formal occasions. He is wearing Shu brocade at home and can't see her even if she grows her boots. "Well, brother Cong, the master told me that you are good for you. It is a good thing for the whole clan. I, the patriarch, should provide you with thirty taels first, and I will make a pocket money."

Jia Cong nodded and didn't sit. Thirty taels seemed not much, but he didn't want to give away money for free. Anyway, the family's imprint could not be erased. In the long run, he could not be said to have a advantage. If he succeeded and achieved success, there were many people and many things in the family and the two mansions.

Youshi's upper body is a stamped dress, gray, and the hem is also a dark horse-faced skirt. She is a third-rank destiny woman with golden hairpins in her temples, jade-shaped jade, and a casual and smiling lips. She can see a light blue cross-collared shirt inside, and her skin is as bright as jade. She can't tell that she is a middle-aged lady.

When I first turned to Dream of Red Mansions, Jia Zhen and Youshi were not to mention Jia Zhen. There were not many good male owners in the Jia family, but Youshi was remarkable. This beautiful woman could do a good job. She hosted Wang Xifeng's birthday and returned the money that Zhao Niang, Zhou Niang, Ping'er and others. Although she wanted to win people's hearts, her heart was not bad and she had never done anything bad. Indeed, Youshi was ridiculous, domineering, and powerless to Jia Zhen. Is it true that she blamed her? Even if she had Wang Xifeng's strength, she would not be as powerful as Wang Xifeng's family. What can you do?

Looking at Jia She, Jia Zhen, Jia Rong's main wife, Mrs. Xing, You Shi, Qin Keqing, and her parents' backers are not strong. Why? It is obvious that in order to maintain their debauchery, they do not want to be controlled by their wife's family.

"My wife is going back. The in-laws are idle at home. Why would you ask Rong'er to send Brother Cong over there? What should I do?" You Shi picked up a few discs in her hand, asked while knocking her, and circled Jia Cong up and down.

Jia Zhen pondered, he had been coveting his daughter-in-law Qin Keqing's body for a long time, and he didn't want her to avoid it, but could Qin Keqing escape? The immortal Qin Langzhong didn't have to be afraid at all. In order to capture Qin Keqing, he was extremely luxurious in all the decorations of her boudoir, food and clothing, and spent a lot of money... When he was secretly touched, Qin Keqing would definitely be half-supported, otherwise how dare she speak such a thing? Even if she took out the evidence, she wouldn't be able to survive... Tsk tsk, the daughter-in-law's gentle figure and the world-famous appearance... Hehehe, she can't escape!

Jia Zhen became more and more restless when he asked again. After asking, he came back to his senses and nodded. Yu Shi was meditating and silent.

Jia Cong said he left, and asked Sun Fu to put the silver and the posts together, and asked, "Shopkeeper Zheng said that he found a storyteller, who is quite famous, what's the name?"

"Xu Ziting, approaching Xuanwumen, and telling the story well." Sun Fu replied.

Jia Cong secretly wrote down that this person might be useful in the future. He went to make an appointment with Jia Rong and returned home just now.

Jia Rong came to the room to pay his respects. When Jia Zhen went out, You Shi took a new package and ordered: "This is the twenty taels I sponsored to Brother Cong. If it is not considered a long-term house, just treat it as my favor. You can give it to him on my behalf."

Jia Rong hesitated a little and was secretly wondering: Why did her mother value Uncle Cong so much!

Youshi didn't explain much, thinking: If Jia Cong succeeded in his career, it would be my bet and he would make a profit. If Jia Cong lost his reputation, then twenty taels would be worth it.

...

The rest of his life was really dull, without Wang Xifeng's constraints, and the food supply had improved. Naturally, a family member, Wang Xifeng, who was defeated and admitted defeat, always met between his sister-in-law and his brother-in-law. If Wang Xifeng did not look at him in private, he would not be able to talk and laugh in front of Mrs. Jia Shexing, and a harmonious body was better than a brother-in-law, and Jia Cong would always be quiet.

Why bother? He just has the idleness in the world. He doesn’t want to worry about it, and there is no need to worry about it now.

There was someone in the Western Palace family. Mrs. Wang had great power, so she ordered Li Wan to help him. Tanchun occasionally supported him. In this way, Jia Cong heard Jia Lan say that Li Wan complained about him. Sister Zhu was a living Bodhisattva, and she didn't want to offend others, nor would she meddle in other people's business. However, that was an angry word and could not be taken seriously.

I would like to pay my respects in the morning and evening, and to save my morning and evening. In addition, I would repeat the rhythm: I should exercise for about an hour a day, and I should go to the Dongfu to meet Fangyuan. Then I practice calligraphy, and then read the Four Books and Five Classics. It is important to be memorable. The four books and the four books and scriptures are not a rough browse to connect the context of this sutra.

Repeating these is always boring. If a person becomes numb, it is no different from a walking corpse. The master of Chinese studies, Wang Guowei, said, "It goes inside and out", which means that he can get in and jump out. Fortunately, Jia Cong is not an eight-year-old ignorant child with appearance, and will never be framed by the theories of sages.

A Western historian compared the history of Rome and China. He said that China has all the reasons for the demise of Rome, but Rome does not have: the electoral system.

Then, the elections in ancient China seem to be really worthy.

But we have to admit that the experience and ability of working in politics, being an official, and doing things is not learned from the eight-legged essay.

Why are the officials of the Ming Dynasty so smart? This seems to have nothing to do with the ideas learned from the eight-legged essay.

Xiren is Baoyu's Xie Yuhua, but Qingwen is not such a caring person after all. Even if this kind of caring includes some purpose of superiority, Qingwen doesn't want to. But Jia Cong is very much like a magnet, and does not need to be friendly with him. As long as he does not offend him, he can always get along with others. He looks at you when he talks, reminds you when he sleeps that he won't quarrel at night.

When she taught her to read, Qingwen was not stupid. She could read and write "Sister I thought about me (I thought about me ignorantly)". Jia Cong could also play dominoes, know double land, go, fight birds, and drink. She was unhappy and deliberately made her win a little, teach each other a parrot to learn to speak. Occasionally, she was idle to water flowers, plant grass, and write novels. Boring days also tasted a bit.

Qingwen couldn't understand some of his actions and words. He would look at the stars on the grape trellis at night and tell her what kind of constellation it is, Casino Poseidon, Ursa Major, and said that there was no Wu Gang on the moon, no Chang'e, and no Jade Rabbit. Alas... she didn't believe it anyway.

Sometimes he would sit down quietly to think about things, such as missing, missing something, or worrying about something. Qingwen didn't understand much, and Sun Fu didn't understand it even more.

The two girls, the fourth girls, Lin, and Bao, after all, they are closest to Baoyu. If they were not in groups, they would never come here alone. Qingwen remembers that once, Miss Bao and Mr. Cong talked about eight-legged articles, Lao Zhuang's knowledge, and Mr. Bao fell asleep. Miss Lin was also impatient. Ping'er and Yuanyang had only been here once. These two were unusual, usually representing Grandma Lian and the old lady, but they just looked and asked, but there was no special meaning.

It just slipped away for a few days, never to return. In the ticking of the hourglass and the sound of the other yards, Qingwen was completely opposite to him. She had no plans or longing for everything in the future. She had a day of joy and no other way out.

Her life is a simple ink painting, with monotonous colors but freehand painting.

His life is fine brushwork, colorful, but it seems that something is missing.

"A Chinese Odyssey" tells us that if the Supreme Treasure does not wear a tight hoop curse, he cannot save Fairy Zixia, but once he wears a tight hoop curse, he cannot love Fairy Zixia, and can only walk on the Journey to the West.

How can you achieve the two Dharmas in the world? Don’t let the Tathagata down on you?

...

Meeting Tanchun under the west flower wall of Li Wan Courtyard, the third sister clapped her eyebrows and eyes, with a slight tear mark. Needless to say, Jia Cong knew it was Aunt Zhao.

Aunt Zhao seems to have no advantages. She has money for every month. She can't starve to death and does not wear any clothes. However, she repeatedly asks for her biological daughter Jia Tanchun. Tanchun was raised by Mrs. Wang since childhood, so she is very afraid that Aunt Zhao will implicate her. It will be her eternal pain for her to be born.

"Brother Huan." Jia Cong saw Jia Huan jump out of Jia Lan's room, and Jia Huan was afraid of his own sister.

Jia Huan just pretended not to hear it, but Tanchun didn't look at her brother in front of her eyes. She shook her skirt and entered with the sisters. Jia Huan glanced at Tanchun entering the room, and dared to look back. She glanced secretly and stuck out her tongue rolled into two layers: "It turned out to be Brother Cong. Who am I thinking it is? I was shocked. Are you here to ask Sister Zhu for money?"

Is it as unbearable as you think? Jia Cong shook his head: "No, are you afraid of your third sister? Actually, there is no need. If you don't have a ghost in your heart, are you still afraid of ghosts knocking on the door? Teach you a way to learn from me. If you are like me, your third sister will have nothing to say to you."

"Hmph!" Jia Huan glared at his eyes, turned his head and left: "Brother Cong, you have grown up your brain, you have become knowledgeable and have a strong sense of knowledge. Do you still show me to me? Humph! Actually, there is no need!"

The kindness is considered a donkey's liver and lungs. This naughty child is beyond help. It seems that Wang Xifeng is scolding him well: he has a bad intention and blames others for being partial.

Jia Lan should be the only male in the Jia family who Jia Cong had a good impression of. After teaching him four books for a while, Jia Cong went to the toilet to go out for a respectful visit.

When he returned, Jia Cong walked casually through the courtyard. After walking for a while, the road became more and more cramped, like a backyard. When he looked up, he saw rows of clothes drying racks. Well, it should be a washing area.

There are many mothers and daughters-in-law in the Jia family, and Yuanyang's sister-in-law are the ones who wash their hair in the Jia family.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and it was a little cool. Jia Cong was about to walk back when a piece of cloth was blown on his face. He touched it. The texture was extremely soft, it was the best silk, and it also had a mature and warm fragrance, as if it was the body fragrance of a mature woman.

After throwing off the strapless breasts, Jia Cong turned his head and walked away quickly: "The wind blows randomly, so it is not advisable to stay here for a long time."

If you are seen, it would be embarrassing.

Jia Cong said hello to Jia Lan and went back.

Li Wan's girl Suyun and Biyue went to pack up their clothes. She saw someone hurried over from a distance at the door of the lower room, picked up the strapless breasts, and the two girls were suspicious.

When she came back, Su Yun said gently: "Brother Lan, have you been to the washing place?"

"No." Jia Lan was stunned.

Biyue looked stern: "I look at that person's figure and actions are the same as you. Brother, you are not young anymore. That's the close body of Grandma Zhu... You don't know how to be taboos. I'll reply to Grandma carefully and punish you."
Chapter completed!