Jia Cong remembers that in the past life, there was no festival of Flower God Festival. In order to study the Red Mansions, he could not find any customs and historical materials. It was probably Lao Cao who waved his pen and corresponding to the flower god of the twelve golden hairpins to come down to earth. Well, since he has come to the Red Mansion World, he will follow the customs.

Before and after the flower god festival, it is mainly passed by the boudoir, worshiping the flower god, weaving flower branches and willow baskets, and covering the flowers and grass with some silk and satin. Although there are many entertainment activities in ancient times, the ladies of the boudoir never leave the door, which is too scarce compared to modern times, and this activity has also greatly increased their interest.

The small garden in the backyard is not as good as that of Jia Mu's Court. At this time, the Grand View Garden was not yet available, and the sisters celebrated the festival in the garden outside the flower hall.

The open and secret struggles between elder brothers and sisters-in-law, and the alternation of the position of the patriarch, have little impact on them. How to fight or change, the girls' monthly money is still the same. Only one person's mood has a slight ups and downs: the fourth girl Jia Xichun, she is the sister of Jia Zhen of Ningfu.

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Grape racks, tea racks, roses, peonies, autumn chrysanthemums, crabapples...even roses and begonias outside the flower hall. Li Wan led the sisters to celebrate the festival and was just for fun. This custom in the boudoir naturally had the Jia Baoyu, who was "the most incompetent in the world, and the unparalleled ancient and modern times".

Jia Cong sat in the pavilion for a while and stretched his body. Jia Xichun was not interested after playing for a while. She was so angry that she was standing on the railing in a frustration. She was young and could not think of whether the decline of her brother and sister-in-law would affect her status. However, Miss Qianjin's "innocence reputation" was educated since childhood and was deeply rooted. How could Jia Zhen's actions not affect her innocence? Sister Lin was sentimental and entrusted to others. At least her parents were pampered by her childhood. At this time, the old lady was pampered by her fourth lady? Jia Jing took elixirs to cultivate immortality, her biological mother died early, and her brother and sister-in-law ignored her...

"Fourth sister, are you still learning painting?" Jia Cong looked at her. Sanchun was wearing the same clothes and light red gauze skirt. He expressed his thoughts for many days: "I have a way to sell paintings to make money. Do you want to work with my brother?"

"Make money?" Jia Xichun came back to her senses from annoyance, widened her eyes, and the daughter of a daughter made money by selling paintings? How could it be so good... She waved her hand in a hurry: "No! No! No!"

"Fourth sister, listen to me." Jia Cong said seriously: "First, this is private, how can my brother make it public? Second, why do you need to sign your own name on the painting? Just take a pen name, who knows? Third, this is not the seal money of Sister Lian, and it is illegal to make profits. This is reasonable. You don't need to bear any crime. Fourth, if you draw well and sell well, you will be famous outside. Isn't it very interesting? No, even if you don't have enough money for food and clothing, you can ask me to buy some toys, powder, etc., which is more interesting?"

"Oh... Look at what you said..." Jia Xichun had a small head, held her cheek with her hands, and thought seriously. With a smile, her two braids shook: "Will it be my own money after making money? Brother Cong, can I also donate some incense money to the Smarter in Shuiyue's?"

There are still money for incense and money... Jia Cong's eyes are strange: this fourth sister always misses her as a nun! She is so young that she has cultivated her interest in becoming a monk. Jia Xichun's family experience was born with nothing in material terms, but she was neglected spiritually. Therefore, he finally became selfish and self-protection. When the girl had bad signs of painting, she drove her away immediately. In fact, Wang Xifeng finally found out that she had no mistakes in painting. Jia Xichun was still not obedient, afraid that others would implicate him, and stopped Ningguo Mansion. She was so angry that her sister-in-law, Youshi, was born, and the two Buddhas ascended to heaven...

Jia Xichun became a monk and avoided disaster many years later, and was determined to be heartless. Jia Cong had seen too many people forced by the environment, so he didn't find it strange.

However, Xichun was finally a child at this time, and it was not yet determined. As soon as Jia Cong agreed, she jumped up and "glided" him. She was not allowed to tell the "third party" that people would live a easier life if they could reflect their own value. Even if this manifestation was invisible, Jia Xichun took her skirt and turned around and said, "Don't lie, I'll go back to the room to paint."

"Sure, certain." Jia Cong smiled, but saw Xichun jumping out of the back door, the summer flowers in the garden were fragrant, dragonflies squinted, butterflies tangled, and the flowers and plants were covered with colorful forging silk by the girls. Occasionally, they jumped up because of the wind. They were all dressed up so as to make the peaches and apricots. The swallows were jealous of the orioles, and they thought that the Wei and Jin dynasties were fighting for wealth, and the ten-mile silk style was just like this.

"What did you say to the fourth girl? She was so happy." Xue Baochai was like Yang Guifei, with a strong body and a timid body. She had a stir for a while. It was summer again. However, she was still hot. She wore a semi-new yellow onion gauze skirt and rose vest. She sat down by the water and took out her exquisite sleeve fan, fanning, crystal earrings, and shiny pair of water almond eyes, as if she could speak, with shallow bangs and beautiful necks, already sweating profusely, holding a black painted bun, her lips were red without touching, and her eyebrows were green without drawing.

Sister Bao is the real plain face, and she doesn’t need any makeup, PS or plastic surgery at all.

Although Wuyan is ugly, he is talented and virtuous. Although jade rings are beautiful, he has no achievements.

How can modern women feel that Baochai, who has unsalted talent and the beauty of jade rings?

"It's nothing, I told her a joke." Jia Cong asked, "Do you want a veil?"

"No...I have it." Xue Baochai took out a pink handkerchief from her sleeve, wiped her sweat, looked at him slightly, and saw Jia Cong's hair tied with a belt. Due to years of exercise, she had a small height and body size. She had a long blue jacket with fine stitches, a sweat towel, and ordinary forging boots under her feet. She looked straight and sat upright. She said in a daze: "Have you finished Shiwen?"

"I'm looking at it, I have a circle of things I don't understand, thank you." Jia Cong said. Baochai won't favor one or the other for giving gifts. Everyone has a share, Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan have it. In this way, it doesn't seem to be underestimated or valued by anyone. Jia Cong is also here. In addition, she and Baoyu can have a long talk. After all, they are cousins ​​and brothers of the two aunts and are kinship with blood, so Jia Cong seems inconvenient. Even if they talk or chat, she will only choose such a large and open occasion. Moreover, chatting is limited to knowledge and knowledge, and they do not mention their own family affairs.

Baochai was willing to talk to him, one was that Jia Cong's progress was in line with her philosophy, and the other was that he found that some of his insights were not inferior to his deceased father, that's all.

"The text of the time is probably enough to deal with the county trial, but your handwriting is not very elegant." Xue Baochai asked, "Did your teacher teach you how to practice calligraphy? Did Brother Cong learn Tang people's brushwork?"

Jia Cong frowned and said, "My teacher Qin and I are just ready to go. Yes, I copied Yan Zhenqing's "The Monument to the Nephew".

He practiced calligraphy in his previous life, but he had a hobby, so he never thought of becoming a calligrapher.

Xue Baochai shook her head and said, "Otherwise, good calligraphy is also important in the scientific examination. If the calligraphy is excellent, it is often said that the word "Tao" can always affect the choices of examiners. You say that examiners value solving the questions the most, which is correct, but what is the first person to be the examiner? It is the character!"

That's the case, Jia Cong thought that the composition of the junior high school entrance examination and the eight-legged essay have something in common.

"The Tang people focus on structure, the Song people focus on interest, it is good for you to choose Tang people. Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, and Liu Gongquan were all famous masters of the Tang Dynasty. Later Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu, and Zhao Mengfu were all difficult to surpass... But there is also a way to practice calligraphy, even if you don't have the best rice paper, lake pen, and Hui ink. You can also practice it. In addition to the front and back, you can copy it for the first time, record it, and write it according to the second time according to memory, structure, roundness, double hooks... the distance, and mood... all have particular attention. With the talent of Cong brother, if you work hard, you will definitely achieve a small success in three years. If you don't try the small three yuan for the county and the government, you should also consider the three major yuan." Xue Baochai said one by one, as you know it.

She made great efforts to give a speech, and it is no wonder she is knowledgeable and talented. If she took the exam, she would definitely have high school. In ancient times, many women had far more talent than men. Not to mention the distance, the daughter of Lu, editor of "The Scholars", was excellent in all eight-legged essays. However, a woman without talent is virtue, what can I do?

Jia Cong nodded and carefully recorded that if he talked about the erudition of ancient classics, he might not be as good as Baochai, but his ruler is short of his strengths, and his knowledge of the world, Baochai was beyond the reach of him. Jia Cong pondered: "I heard that the mulberry picking women in Jiangnan raise silkworms and reel silk. At this time, not only do they not leave their homes, but also leave their doors to thank guests, right?"

"This is true." Xue Baochai was a little confused. These were considered low-key professions, because the Xue family was an imperial merchant, and there were many people who traveled around the country. She knew a little. You should know, Daiyu and Xiangyun, you asked them about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they answered them like a stream, but these daughters had never seen tickets before, and they didn't know the world and human feelings at all. Only Baochai knew a little... But Baochai thought it was vulgar to talk about these, and she shook her head and said, "You don't know anything about weavers, stoves, and untouchables. On the contrary, the Yellow River, when the Grand Canal merged with the Yangtze River, there was also Linqing, Shandong, and the river was silted. Yongding River in Zhili, known as the Little Yellow River, you really want to go? Could it be that you have any way?"
Chapter completed!