The host of Jie Jinlou received the silver, and Siqi became the eldest sister, so he worked hard on fresh fruits, tea, wine and drinks. Xue Baochai issued a card ticket to give out silver, and asked them to use part to support the second girl Jia Yingchun's room.

In addition to Shaoxing rice wine, which is generally loved by the upper and lower levels, I took a few Gaoyou Wujia Pie, which I didn’t usually eat, and Guangdong lychee wine. Jia Mu said it was fresh. This is due to the development of the commodity economy. Jia Cong has made contributions. He was tired of eating it in his previous life and didn’t realize how fresh it is. It’s just fruit wine, with few additives and the taste is less than that of a modern bottle of three yuan drink.

It also adds cauliflower tofu, peach leaf soup, agarwood, cherry, apricot, green plum, etc. The soup and tea preparation method is very advanced, which he thinks is good.

Speaking of Western learning, China has been mixed with foreign culture for nearly two thousand years. From Buddhism to the present day, Western theory and religion are also very influential. Jia Cong's meaning is clear, absorbing and blending each other, and exporting cultural soft power.

When talking about Lao Zhuang Tathagata, the talented woman here should be able to make a few sentences. Miaoyuyou was in her twenties and had been studying it for more than ten years. She sat with Daichai and smiled faintly: "There are precedents for the Buddha in India to pass on to us, and we passed it to small countries around us."

The girls looked at her attentively and listened: "It was about two hundred years ago. According to the seventeenth century of the Western Age, there were four famous monks in my country, including Yunqi Zhu Hong, Zi Bai Zhenke, Hanshan Deqing, and Ou Yizhixu. Just talk about Zhu Hong, Yunqian, Wuyunshan, Hangzhou. His book "Zenguan Cejin" is said to have a great influence on Japan, and I have heard it in Jiangnan."

"Even if we don't talk about that book, the other book "Water and Land Rites", we do water and land rituals according to its regulations today. It just means that various theories need to study the meaning of words and meanings very deeply, so we can only be in the upper stream of traffic."

Jia Cong was eating nuts, and Xue Baoqin, who was innocent and lively, was slightly curled with a small amount of hair. He was very fashionable: "It's true. Our paintings and illustrations that are not very famous came to Fuso in Japan and became popular in Ukiyo-e, Goryeo, Siam, and Luzon, which were popular all over the country. But it was not very popular. Manlaga went west and was no longer the Confucian world."

"No wonder the Tathagata Buddha could not sit still in India and was repeatedly rejected. Instead, he took root here and blossomed and bear fruit." Xue Baoqin smiled and said, "I heard all the news along the way to the sea back then. We, Grand Secretary Jia, had great scholars and no white dicks to talk and communicate, so we should know more."

"That's it." Miaoyu said.

"It can be seen that the prospects are good." Jia Cong chose a few foreign experiences and said it casually, especially for Xue Baoqin's spleen and stomach. He was inexplicably refreshed: "Look at the era of my previous life, Nintendo's NPC crushed domestic game manufacturers, and Japanese cartoons were popular in the north and south... Who knew that in ancient times it was the opposite, it was true that the way of heaven had reincarnation."

Miaoyu in the Xizhong did not look at Jia Cong, just like a stranger. She only accepted the wish to choose one, two books of the three religions in the world and help compile them. Since the Three Martial Arts destroyed Buddhism, both Buddhist and Taoist schools were controlled and strictly prevented by the court. Thoughts have been integrated with each other, and more people have promoted the integration of the three religions. However, this land has always been weak in religious power, so Tibet can implement ****, and more of it is just a culture of cultivating oneself and being a person.

Its tolerance and assimilation power have been verified again and again after generations of troubled times. Jia Cong fully believes that once more people know, its external assimilation power cannot be underestimated. Compared with direct force and violence, cultural output has greatly reduced the cost, but the effect time will be longer. Weighing the pros and cons, this is the best choice, because Jia Cong also feels that allocating military expenses for many years and accumulating the number of troops to win, he also has to bear great pressure.

"I finished painting the garden picture for Liu Laolao. The sky, the Grand View Garden has only been built for a year, but it will take two or three years to paint. The paint, paper, pen and bowls are all opened by Sister Bao. The money paid by the clan is also considered to be produced by Brother Cong and Sister Bao." Jia Xichun complained and complained: "It's fine. With a rough outline of the draft, you can copy dozens of others. What I think is to match our poems that sing the garden, and write and draw together."

"Okay, this can be sold more money." Jia Cong interrupted: "It doesn't take dozens of pictures, about ten pictures are enough. Things are rare and expensive. Let's take the high-end route. Poems and words can be pirated, but famous paintings can be seen with famous masters, and the value can be seen in the eyes of buyers."

"Yes." Jia Xichun nodded, her braids shaking, and lowered her head to eat candied dates. She changed a lot under the influence of Jia Cong and his wife, and she felt very harmonious and comfortable with them. She gradually felt that the whole mansion, the only one who had a hundred-year-old family, was the most centripetal force and cohesion, giving her father, brother and the Western Mansion that she had never given her.

Li Wan took out the collection of poems from various schools in the Grand View Garden and talked about it. When Jia Xichun saw the poems in the past, his memories appeared. He thought that he was the daughter of the Duke's Mansion and the only one born in Sanchun. But having a father is better than having a father since he was a child. Even if he was a child, he would not see him. Anyone who had been touching the world since he was a child and had never had family affection, it would be difficult to believe anything. He would be selfish to protect himself.

Although the ancestors were open, no matter how enlightened the feudal people were, they could not allow a descendant, especially a woman, to reflect their value in an appropriate way.

So she cooperated with many people and enjoyed it. At that time, she heard the third sister talk loudly: "There are more than ten poems written by the Grand View Garden. The second brother of Miss Lin, who wrote the poem "Apricot curtain is in sight" by the second brother of Dai Bao, a spring leek green line, and the fragrance of rice flowers in ten miles is the first choice. This one is the best match in the Garden Daoxiang Village."

Jia Cong watched by the sidelines, and the Yuan Concubine visited her relatives and wrote poems. Indeed, Lin Daiyu was the most talented and spiritual. Two sentences were compiled into the People's Education Press in a certain year in the later generations and memorized the words and sentences, and some of them were applied to Wen Tingyun's "Early Travel in Shangshan".

Shi Xiangyun was dissatisfied with his lack of poetry in it, so he flattered his mouth: "What's the good thing? More than a dozen songs praise merits, and only a few sentences can be remembered. Like the third girl, "The exquisiteness cannot be chanted for a while, and everything is indeed shining", the fourth girl, "The creation of the articles and fortunes", and the sister-in-law Zhu, "Why can the gods go to the Yaotai" are all the middle-class. Thank you, the second brother Bao wrote three songs, and one of them was not outstanding..."

Jia Cong asked them to discuss it fully and focus on their talents. To be honest, he left behind the nobles' habits of chanting poems and paintings for many years. Jia Baoyu was the best among the poems of Changfu and Shaoshuo's restrained Yuefu. He hated the rules and regulations very much, and snorted coldly: "What's that? Sister Yun and Brother Cong can't even attach the poems to it..."

Shi Xiangyun slapped his face: "Is it shameful? Can I lose the couplet with you? Mr. Cong was studying in Jiangnan at that time, so he left few poems? You compare "The Song of the Qin Woman"."

Jia Cong looked squinting, didn't talk much, didn't talk about poetry, lyrics, music, and essays. He also let go of eight-legged essays for many years, and he felt unfamiliar when he thought about it.

Xue Baochai thought to herself: "Brother Cong must not even remember "Pingshuiyun". Wouldn't it embarrass him if he mentioned it again?"

She smiled and said, "We were just useless and useless to play. Now we use it and cannot be separated from rhythm. But after hearing the truth, we specialize in our professions, and we are different. We can't make a person win every battle and a poem name. That's too unauthentic."

Jia Cong thought it didn't matter when he said at home, but outsiders questioned that it was impossible to convince the alliance. It was a crisis. Alliances and alliances, and those who were in the same world had to have the same like-mindedness and personal charm. This is also the reason why the Hanlin Academy had to repeat the exams for outstanding Jinshi every year, and she could not let go of her studies.

I feel that it is difficult to do it. The so-called "If you want to wear a crown, you must bear the weight." But think about the way, no matter whether you are civil or military, who will be afraid of? I also believe in my own smart efforts. He threw it down and picked it up. Who dares to say that he has no power to fight? I won't mind. The mandarin duck blue forging vest, the jade bracelet, and the pot was held, and a cup was poured. Jia Cong Shen pinched her buttocks without anyone noticing, and thought, "You doubt it, I will learn and fight again at that time."

Yuanyang seemed to have not realized it, and turned around and blushed. The girls laughed at Xue Baochai's protection. They also felt that Jia Cong was unable to make any moves in recent years, so they could only translate foreign things. They all thought it was no wonder that they were not the most. People marching and fighting, should they still have to think about the rhythm and tone in critical moments? So they all felt it was reasonable. What Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, the rhythmic tune, the ancestors inside, the two wives and concubines were confused and could not be inserted at all. Jia Mu was very happy to laugh all over the house, and she was worried that Wang Xifeng would like her: "The names of the girls cannot be revealed."

"I know." Jia Cong said: "The number of the fangzhi has always been used, and the buyer can only think about it. He doesn't know who the real person is, and he can't see it. In ancient times, there were also tutors who taught people to read and read."

Jia Zheng pondered: "It seems inappropriate to live in a house after stopping the spirit."

"I have submitted a form to request a return to my ancestral home and the real funeral will be restored for less than a few months," said Jia Cong.

There was nothing to say inside. Yuanyang walked around and looked at him occasionally, with affectionate eyes. Jia Cong thought to himself: "You can take the Jin Yuanyang into it officially, you can make plans first."

Maybe Jiu Ming was not honest, and Li Wan did not dare to approach him in public occasions. After a while, he only heard the steps down the Jinlou in a hurry, and there was a complaint of the butterfly plate breaking. The rich families were always in order, and the tranquility like an assembly line robot was broken in an instant. Jia Mu frowned and dissatisfied, and Mrs. Wang said: "What's wrong?"

The strong Siqi rushed up first, and he lowered his head and stopped by the door: "The people in the garden and kitchen were disobedient. They scolded and made trouble after giving a few instructions, and then went to tell them."

"How do you care?" Mrs. Wang's expression was worried, and she looked at Mrs. Xing with a ruthless look. Isn't it Xue Baochai in charge of the housekeeper? Are you proud of your family? Look, it's far inferior to when I carried Wang Xifeng out as a gun envoy... You are so proud, Mrs. Wang is secretly happy.
Chapter completed!