Under the corridor of the back street of Dongfu, if the name of the corridor is called, there are two types of places, one is around the temple and the other is surrounded by prominent families. However, no matter which one is the residence of noble people, Jia Zhen, the former owner of the East Mansion, temporarily lived in the first courtyard of the Langxia.

Jia Cong came in to greet him, where did Jia Zhen go to eat, drink and have fun, and the reason why Jia Cong came here was just because when he became a disciple, Youshi sponsored him. Although he was in a downturn, Jia Cong was the one who was behind the scenes... However, one code is Ding Mao and Mao, even if Youshi is only good at being a human being, but if someone is willing to invest in him, Jia Cong will not forget that unlike Wang Xifeng, when you use your kindness and power, you kick it away after you use it...

This is just a principle of behavior and psychological bottom line of Jia Cong. When he first looked at the Red Chamber, he was an outsider, but now he is a party involved. Many of the responses and feelings are different. Outsiders can choose the role you like to be pitiful and sympathetic, but the party involved is not like this.

"Brother Zhen has something to do, so let's go out like this. I still have some extra money. I'll ask Yindie to send it later, so you can take it together." You Shi was wearing a satin suit and her eyebrows were sluggish: "We have undergone major changes in recent days, so it's rare for Brother Cong to come and see you."

As the wife of the patriarch, how many tribesmen wanted to flatter, such as Grandma Huang, and the nobles' social engagements, how glorious it was. It was all the time to fall from heaven to hell, and the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and the mood can be imagined. However, Jia Zhen, who had no power, was good for the entire family, and Jia Cong could not express such long-term ideas. It was not that Youshi would say that she was miserable. At that time, she could not have no private money when she helped the housekeeper.

"The silver is a waste of money, so sister-in-law Zhen doesn't have to be polite... The clan brother will just collect a few taels." If she didn't accept it, she felt even more uncomfortable and looked down on her. Jia Cong said: "I remember this favor. If there is something useful to me in the future, the clan brother will not refuse."

"You said this." You smiled: "I have to thank you. Jia Qiang has become the patriarch and dare not forget his roots, and we cannot be able to survive."

Yindie'er handed over the package, Jia Cong thanked her, and Jia Qiang naturally also allocated some money in the name of the clan leader, so he didn't have to worry about the money.

In my previous life, I read the Red Mansion. The woman Youshi was not included in any book of gold hairpins. However, in Jia Cong's mind, her image was even more profound than Jia Yuanchun and Jia Qiao. She also had a lot of length. She was either good or bad, but she was just a living little woman who could talk and laugh, but had no background in her parents' home.

"Master Cong, I think it's not good to offend Mr. Bao and Miss Hua." The young follower Sun Fu thought and said while walking.

"Do you know what Xiren had at the time to help Master Bao Er?" Jia Cong said lightly: "If you can't bully me, you can't bully my own people. Everyone is in peace, otherwise... I will never be lenient, and you are the same..."

Jia Cong's eyes became cold, and Sun Fu shrank his head. He was an insider of many things. He quickly patted his chest and smiled: "Master, don't worry, many things are small, and you won't say a word if you know."

Jia Cong also took great pains to treat Sun Fu, a confidant. He never stings with money to reward him wholeheartedly, but he would not just indulge him.

In ancient times, slaves could not be thought to be honest and decent. It was not uncommon for slaves to deceive their masters. For example, Jia Zheng later took office as the Jiangxi Grain Storage Bureau, which was teased by his servants. In the late Ming Dynasty, evil slaves sued the masters, and bullying them was even more common.

When they left, Jia Rong was laughing happily in a wing room in the backyard and threw herself on You Erjie. You Sanjie, who was sitting along the bed, said, "Boy Rong, your title and status have been cut off, why are you still so happy?"

"The title is a big deal. They helped Jia Qiang up. Can we lack gold and silver? Second Aunt and Third Aunt, don't worry, you can't starve to death." Jia Rong said poutingly.

Sister You laughed and scolded: "Then you are still like this in broad daylight. What should you do if your mother hears it?"

"Mom? You are my mother! Come on! My biological mother..." Jia Rong put her hands on her. The second aunt was gentle and the third aunt was charming. He couldn't put down his figure and appearance. He touched one in his hand and stabbed one in from below. His expression was like Qu Yuan's worrying about the country and the people. He said with a long "um" sound: "Mom! My biological mother! I'm biting me to death!"

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The commerce, handicrafts, ceramics, silk, salt making, iron smelting, copper smelting... in the Ming Dynasty all developed to a peak. Xu Guangqi's "Complete Book of Agricultural Affairs" and Song Yingxing's "Cultivation of Things in Heaven" are treasures. Shun Dynasty inherited and enriched them. The old saying goes, "Three hundred and six, and every industry is the top scholar." There may not be 36 in ancient industries, but hundreds are not exaggerated. Among them, the capital is close to the inner city, and some large shops were called "langfangs" by people at that time.

Luo Gaocai frowned in the corridor room outside Xuanwu Gate and in the Shanhai Bookstore, "Old Zheng, I think we are at a disadvantage. He doesn't pay any money. He can get a few books to pay dividends? Isn't this a lie?"

Zheng Yeliao's hilarious expression disappeared. When she knocked on his hat, she said seriously: "You have to have a long-term vision, do you know? We specialize in recruiting scholars. Young Master Jia is a prodigy. Look at these books and paintings. Are these paintings bad? Just wait for him to become famous, we will have a lot of money... Oh, look at this painting, the picture of a lady going out for spring, there must be a spring scholar to buy it. Isn't those scholars like this? It's a shame to say no to you, but it's a shame to be honest in your heart..."

"Oh... Lao Luo, let me tell you, the Censor Liu is gone, and we can also secretly sell some "Uncle Liu"... Listen to me, "Jin Ping Mei", "Yu Futuan", "Dong Xuanzi", "Su Nu Jing"... It is exactly the same as the eight-legged essay. Eight-legged essays have both lengths and shorts. Isn't that different thing? Solving the question means entering the woman's winding path, following the question, starting to talk, starting to start, playing up and down, what you want is the atmosphere, mood, starting to rise, middle stock, back stock, bundling stock, not just kneading, hugging the woman's butt, falling together, in and out, sound, rhythm, parallelism, that is the ultimate harmony between spirit and flesh! When the end is over, it is the peak, and the water flows in, like the Yellow River flooding, leaving only a little aftertaste, which is the trembling of each other!"

Luo Gaocai was so impressed that he was overwhelmed with his body and gave a thumbs up: "Gao! It's really Gao! Lao Zheng, I'm convinced you this time!"

Zheng Yeliao dripped her chin, dancing with a hint of gratitude.

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"My grandson Qin, Miss, and Mr. Jia from the Western Palace are here."

The butler Qin Tong smiled and told him that he was very polite to Jia Cong and liked him very much. This was the master's favorite disciple. Jia Cong had met Qin Zhong, and it was not until the hour of You that Qin Ye came back and found him to speak in the study.

It turned out that Qin Ye was old and did not want to be promoted anymore, so he had the intention of concentrating on teaching Jia Cong. He was the Ministry of Works' Management and Management Department, and the head of the department was on duty. This time he went out of the capital and went to the capital to assist in the imperial examination. He was not as powerful as the inspector's censor. He was just leading the work officer to inspect the river and assist in local governance. He said that after returning from the office, he was going to resign and retire.

He also explained to Jia Cong the "hat" of making art: breaking the topic, following the topic, and starting the lecture is called the eight-legged essay hat. According to his progress, he broke it and spoke it apart. He could finish Jia Cong's detailed lectures this year, laying a solid foundation, and practicing for a few months. The county trial next year will be a battle. Qin Ye's explanation is like a modern teacher talking about how to write a college entrance examination essay. It has a fixed routine and a mold that Jia Cong can fully understand.

The itinerary is to take him to Wanping County, Lugou Bridge, the Lugou Bridge, the West Road Hall of Shuntianfu, first meet with Wanping County Magistrate Fan Lin, and then go to Gu'an, the South Road Hall. The Yongding River was in the ninth year of Yongle, especially Gu'an and Yongqing were the priority.

That night, he still took care of the east wing room and slept. No matter in his past and present, Jia Cong was able to endure hardships and not be afraid of hardships. Xiren deliberately burned the spot. However, he did not even frown at all. He still exercised persistently. After reading "Words and Uses" and "Three Hundred Essays of Li Shouzhong's Selected Times", Jia Cong suddenly remembered: "I forgot to worship Jia Dairu, the uncle of another clan. This is a primary school teacher... Forget to worship him before leaving tomorrow."
Chapter completed!