Rice paper is very expensive. Jia Cong couldn't afford to use Rice paper to practice calligraphy every day, so he said that he would use bamboo paper in the future. The memorials of the Dashun court said that "material resources are difficult" and never use silk or rice paper.

Put down the brush, and the four rows of handwriting from right to left outside the window were dried. Jia Cong looked at the courtyard with his eyes. The grape rack and mulberry trees became brighter. The oranges grew in the south of the Huai River and the oranges grew in the north of the Huai River and the tangerines were tangerines. Plants and humans were the same, and they could not transcend Darwin's natural choice.

"This poem is good, and it will catchy when I read it." Qingwen pinched the paper with her hands and said happily: "Are you really not worried about Xiren's affairs at all?"

"What can I do? Let's go." Jia Cong said hello as usual. Sun Fu was carrying a pen, ink, paper, ink, ink, the Four Books and Five Classics, changing clothes, and gold. Fortunately, there are not many four treasures in the study, so he booked it and bought it and used it as you like.

This scene seems familiar, and the last time it was the same. Qingwen waved her hand lazily and looked down at her feet. The women's feet were more secret than their chests, and they were easily not allowed to be seen by men. Some women were embarrassed to show them to their husbands when they got married. She remembered that one night, Mr. Cong seemed to take a look at her accidentally, and she didn't know if he had seen it. His eyes... were sympathetic or pity, three-inch golden lotus, she would rather believe that he didn't see it. Isn't your men's favorite to see the foot? She was wrapped in the first place... it was also easy to sell into the wealthy family.

"Mr. Cong."

"What's wrong? What did you forget?" Jia Cong turned around and said.

Qingwen pointed to the bird cage under the corridor, and the green-feathered starling shouted: "Master Cong, are you really okay?"

"It's learned from me." Qingwen clapped her hands and smiled.

"Hehe..." Jia Cong also smiled, warm and sunny. She watched him leave again. Parting is a common thing in life. It is always inadvertently, and afterwards, reluctance to leave, and it is also inadvertent. Qingwen can finally understand the poem. Qiutong said sarcastically that the eldest wife asked to reply, and Qingwen took the paper over.

...

Jiaohong is Jia She's younger wife. Among his concubines, she is quite good at room art. She was unhappy and unhappy on the morning. After all,... the master is old and has a lot of wives, so she can't help but lose energy. She hasn't tasted the peak for a long time... No wonder Qiutong is looking for Master Lian Er.

"Okay! I am worthy of being my son of Jia She!" Jia She took Jia Cong's poems and went out to publicize them, advertising their sons, mainly to compete for Jia She's own face.

"I'm not having fun..." Jiaohong's clothes were not tidy and complained, but whether she was happy or not, she always pretended to be very happy.

...

In Mengpozhai, a few Qingkes who were eating and waiting for death in the study room, praised him at the intersection, and Bu Guxiu said word by word: "The child is determined to leave his hometown, and he will not return if he fails to study. Why should he bury his bones? There are green mountains everywhere in life! Good sentences, Brother Zi Li Shi, this poem, Da Xian, is really worthy of being from the Duke's Mansion. We are ashamed."

"I will not return my fame until I finish my studies. My demeanor and ambition have been revealed. Dongweng, congratulations, Brother Zilishi will definitely be in high school next year!" Zhan Guang, a single recruiter, Hu Si came to congratulate him repeatedly and applauded.

Jia Zheng put on a fifth-grade white squid's replenishment in the morning and held the dentifrice. He was about to go to work when he suddenly saw this poem, which was complicated and difficult to say: Baoyu is really not a little worse than Jia Cong!

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"Xiren's hands and feet are quite neat. It's the girl I trained. How could she burn herself? She was so careless." Jia Mu asked in confusion: "Yuanyang, did someone deliberately do it at that time?"

"Old lady, I didn't see clearly." Yuanyang shook her head, either hiding it for Jia Cong. Her responsibilities were to try to make Jia Mu happy. She could not return unhappy things. Yuanyang was a daughter born in the family, with high loyalty. Her parents were old and helped the Jia family look at the house in Jinling. Her brother Jin Wenxiang was the comprador of Jia Mu's house, and her sister-in-law was the shampooing hair of Jia Mu's house. To her, the old lady was kind to her parents. In addition to being fair, she was also close to humanity. Pan You'an and Siqi had an affair in the Grand View Garden, which was shocking and she concealed it on her behalf.

Someone has arranged four lie maids in the Red Chamber like this: Qingwen, Yuanyang, Siqi, and Jinchuan.

"Why did Cong'er have so many things?" Jia Mu became more and more disgusted with Jia Cong, and she didn't feel that her Baoyu was also troublesome.

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"Mom, what kind of person is Uncle Cong? I saw it last night..." Only the child would tell the emperor's new outfit. Little Jialan's lips moved slightly. He felt that Uncle Cong was becoming more and more unable to see through, and he refreshed his three views again and again.

"Lan'er, it's not your own business, don't talk about it!" Li Wan taught a lesson: "If you want to learn, learn from others' good things. Look at your Uncle Cong, you can write poetry and eight-legged essays. You haven't even read the four books. How many years will it take to take the county exam? I'm waiting for you to be glorious. My son, you are my life, do you know?"

"Oh..." Jia Lan curled her mouth, scratched her head, and went to recite Zhu Xi's collection of notes again, afraid of her mother and her husband's ruler.

Li Wan looked at her son and felt a pain in her heart, and she said to herself: "Don't blame Wei Niang, Brother Cong will be in the county exam next year. You are only one year younger than him, and he is a slave. You were born by me. How can I not be anxious... Brother Cong, regardless of talent, seems to be a bad person, but he is definitely not a good person! This person is so terrible! I don't know whether you are good or bad when you learn from him..."

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"Where is the one who raises me?" Wang Xifeng asked Ping'er, turning a blind eye to Lin Zhixiao's family who was talking back and forth.

"Yes, Qingwen brought a poem this morning. The eldest master and the second master praised it again. I remember a sentence... I will not return if I can't learn to be famous..." Ping'er was reciting, and she was funny, and Wang Xifeng also laughed.

"It turns out that it was a slave, and he was so irritable that Xiren must have been burned." Wang Xifeng then looked at Lin Zhixiao's family.

It turned out that Lin Zhixiao, who was in charge of renting houses and land, changed his slaves to manage the house because of that "people's grievances" and changed his slaves to manage it. This family was no longer in power. Lin Zhixiao and his wife were Lin Hongyu's parents. They later sent Lin Hongyu to Yihongyuan for their purpose. Although the Lin Zhixiao family was old, they were Wang Xifeng's goddaughter and one of their confidants. Later, they relied on their seniority to teach Jia Baoyu a lesson, suppressed Liu Sister-in-law, and imprisoned Liu Wu'er. Now that their right-handed arms are defeated, Wang Xifeng was upset. How could she look at the unpowered person?

"Let's go, don't be upset." Wang Xifeng's beautiful eyes were filled with evil eyes: "I want to see how he will not return if he fails to learn to be famous? If he comes back in shame, wouldn't it make people laugh!"

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"Madam, this is really not about Master Cong's business. I was too busy and forgot that the rice wine was hot." Xiren replied in the Donger Room, whispering in a low voice, and I felt pity for him.

"My son, it's not your fault. Cong'er is nothing..." Mrs. Wang snorted coldly: "It's just that the eldest lady, I want to ask for punishment in the morning. Thanks to the old lady's training... Otherwise... Rose dew, Poria cream... you try it all, don't leave scars, if the scar cannot be erased..."

Looking at Mrs. Wang's hesitant eyes, Xiren felt like he fell into the abyss, secretly repaid some words, returned to "Jiangyunxuan", and went to coax Jia Baoyu again.

The two of them had already tried things between men and women. Baoyu, who was eight years old at that time, forced her to be fourteen years old, and she was half-hearted. After going to Qingwen, the vixen, which was missing a big problem. Xiren coaxed her for a while, Jia Baoyu felt a little distressed to her, but she had no desire for sexual desire: "Sister Xiren, you should raise your heart well. That brother Cong is too hateful. Why don't you return it if you can't learn to be famous? A person who seeks fame and reputation!"

Jia Baoyu loves women, but he must be an outstanding woman, a silly sister, and Liu Laolao, so don’t think about it... Bao Erye is a real appearance association.

"I'm not for you? No, it's for me..." Xiren was unwilling to accept that although her appearance was not as good as Qingwen's maids, she was also average and could be a concubine. Besides, she was scheming and skilled. Who in Bao Er's room was not obedient to her? Respectful? Her family was poor, and my mother was about to starve to death and couldn't get rid of the blame, so she was sold to the Jia family... To change the situation, she wanted to become an aunt, and the party was the same, pleased Mrs. Wang, and deceived Jia Baoyu. What's wrong with it? I just didn't expect that Jia Cong was more cunning than her...
Chapter completed!