Jia She was still concerned about Jia Cong's college examination. In the past two or three days, she asked Mrs. Xing every day, "Is there any result?", "Is it on the list?", "Why haven't you come back yet?" Mrs. Xing was timid and asked Wang Shanbao once a day, ordering him to take someone to see the list.

Several servants came back: Because the number of test papers in the college is considerable, and the National People's Education University is rigorous in the assessment, they have already summoned the magistrates of each county to help. According to the yamen's library, the magistrates of this county can only read the papers of that county. Liu Xuetai, as the person who is in the check-in... In short, it is estimated that the results will not be available in three days.

In this way, Rongguo Mansion fell into a wait, and many people were waiting.

Of course, waiting is just an episode of their lives. The masters of Rongguo Mansion enjoy themselves without delaying their enjoyment, and fully developed the supreme lifestyle of hedonism.

Jia She is also a little complicated, because in the Red Chamber, Jia Baoyu was about to be spelled to death by Ma Daopo. As his father, Jia Zheng gave up, but Jia She refused to listen and was still trying every means to save Baoyu.

However, the concept of father as son is deeply rooted in the feudal family and is natural and unreasonable. No one thinks it is unreasonable because each of them has been like this since childhood. Lai Ma's words revealed this situation: Jia Jing was also very violent and arrogant when he was educated by Jia Zhen, and passed down from generation to generation. These "traditional virtues" were fully continued, which fully demonstrated the rationality and legality of feudal society's deprivation of human rights.

Not only women are vulnerable groups, but also feudal society as sons are relatively weak. Jia Baoyu also has a psychological shadow on Jia Zheng.

Of course, there is also a concept of favoring boys over girls, so Jia She's attitude towards Jia Cong is definitely higher than Jia Yingchun. For Jia She, Yingchun is a commodity that can be bought and sold at any time. If you give birth to a daughter and adopt a daughter, you not only expect not to repay the kindness, but also have to pay for money. For these inhumane people, you are naturally disliked and cold.

A deeper level is Jia She, a spending thing, spending money like flowing water, and spending nothing, with one wife after another, and who has the title of Cao generation of the descendant of Rongguo Mansion? Therefore, rather than saying that Jia She is concerned about Jia Cong, it is better to say that what Jia She did is an investment, hoping that Jia Cong will bring him benefits in the future.

And investing in things like this has never been about emotions: the accumulation of capital is bloody.

These are also what Jia Cong must deal with in the future. Of course, if Jia Cong can defeat Wang Xifeng, Jia Zhen, and kill Luo Xiucai, he will always be the one who destroys one or two. How could he neglect the way of managing the family?

As a modern person, Jia Cong was not just Zhang Juzheng: because Zhang Juzheng was good at plotting for the country and not seeking his own life. After Zhang Juzheng died, his eldest son committed suicide, his second son was exiled to the army, and his third son was tortured, and he was almost dug up the grave and whipped the body.

Jia Cong’s goal is to surpass Zhang Juzheng!

...

The ruthless summer is no longer as cold winds in winter and frosts in autumn, scorching the mansions, corridors, halls, and black tiles.

The originally dilapidated and bleak courtyard has been reborn since Jia Cong moved in and has rejuvenated and the dead trees are in spring.

The vines, the branches and leaves of banana trees are rising, and the patio is rippling. Long Aotian stole horses behind the tree from afar and raised stone locks. According to his own explanation, this is conducive to training arm strength and protecting Jia Cong's safety.

The servants in the Jia family have strict rules and are not allowed to enter the inner house without being summoned. When they see the ladies in the boudoir, they must avoid them from a distance.

Now Sanchun, Daiyu and Baochai come here, of course they can't say hello or go see. Sun Fu tightly sweating, and spit out the melon seed shell with a mouthful of "pah": "Hey, big man, do you think Mr. Cong can still pass this time? I heard that the more he goes up the imperial examination, the harder it is..."

"Doesn't we win, have we changed?" Long Aotian sweated heavily, his momentum was impatient, and he smiled foolishly: "How come Mr. Cong will marry?"

"Bah! You stupid guy, the seventh-rank official in the prime minister's family, have you ever heard of it? If Mr. Cong gets a high official and a generous salary, you and me will naturally be beneficial..." Sun Fu rolled his eyes: "As for future grandma, Mr. Cong is still young, I think Miss Bao is the most suitable, he can do things and will not treat us harshly..."

"No, no..." Long Aotian put down the stone lock, squatted on the ground, exhaling like thunder, and quietly said: "The lady of the Qin family is good. That is what everyone loves. He is so beautiful. He is so cold and geese are falling, and the moon is so ashamed to be shy. Master Cong has been talking a few times. This time he came back and visited Qin's mansion. He didn't see him. Master Cong is so boring, you didn't look carefully..."

Unable to see that this rough man had a careful side, Sun Fu thought for a while and sighed: "Miss Qin is good, just...ah... I won't say it anymore! I won't say it anymore!"

"Being a man is not a foreign matter, so I ask what he knows. Since he said that he is a man, he said that he should be governed and started to govern. It is better not to be governed without me and governing himself. Then, there is a saying that he has the existence of governance? However, it is difficult to summarize..."

"There is a lawsuit in He Fang..."

"How many people are able to argue, but they are the ones who know how to deal with lawsuits."

"How many people who are sincere in dealing with lawsuits are not known to deal with lawsuits."

“…”

At the request of the second sister Jia Yingchun, Jia Cong wrote down the article in the college entrance examination and read it in the study.

The papers for each exam must be returned. Now that the review of the college entrance examination has not ended, the original manuscript will naturally not be seen.

As Jia Tanchun read, he threw it on the desk and laughed and scolded: "No wonder my second brother hates eight-legged essays! This time I understand, eight-legged essays are not only awkward! They are also full of nonsense!"

Jia Cong was speechless: Although eight-legged essays are nonsense, how many people dream of this nonsense! How many people will never be qualified if they study them all their lives!

Jia Yingchun clamped his two jade fingers and said softly: "Put aside nonsense, the brushwork and the orderliness are no less than some ancient articles. It is because the art of making is strictly limited and cannot be used to blaspheme some of the wind and moon pens. Therefore, the famous eight-legged essay is difficult to write. This is a constraint everywhere and a mess everywhere. It can care about the same thing, but it cannot care about the other."

"It's still the second sister who knows me." Jia Cong smiled. This is his real sister.

Lin Daiyu tasted a cup of tea served by Qingwen. The tea was not as good as the old lady gave her. Daiyu listened quietly, pursed her lips and smiled: "There is no so-called good or bad in the eight-legged essays. It's like a house, which must be divided into several rooms, a garden, and it must be carefully crafted. Even if we write poems, the level, the reality, and the rhythm, we must also limit it? What's different from the eight-legged essays?"

"The second girl is speaking steadily, and Pin'er is speaking steadily." The article was passed to Baochai, and Xue Baochai pondered: "In my opinion, such a mature and polite article is written by everyone. The name of Brother Cong's prodigy is nothing but a vain scholar. If the examiner is mature, it would be unreasonable if he didn't take it. But I don't know how others are doing, and we don't know what the ranking Brother Cong is."

When Baochai praised her, Jia Cong felt very satisfied and said, "The imperial examination is not as serious as you think. I heard from someone in the same year that the exam in their place was 'The West is here', and it made a joke."

"What joke? Tell me quickly!" Jia Xichun and Jia Tanchun immediately became interested.

Jia Yingchun, Lin Daiyu, and Xue Baochai also looked at her expectant eyes.

These ladies in the boudoir are also bored.

Jia Cong deliberately took a sip of tea calmly before talking: "A candidate solved the question: Open the east gate, but the west will not come. Open the north gate, but the west will not come. Open the south gate, but the west will not come. Open the west gate, but the west will not come. Open the west gate, but the west will come! The west will come!"

"puff!"

"Ouch!"

Jia Cong's study room of Fei Jiantang suddenly burst into laughter. Even Qingwen, who was standing beside her, understood and turned around and smiled at the corner.

"This is really a joke!" Xue Baochai accused.

"There are even more ridiculous things." Jia Cong said: "One time the test question was 'If this is the case, would you be moved?' A candidate solved the question: In the mountains and valleys, there is a beautiful person, and there is a person who is beautiful. Is Confucius moving? He said: Move and move..."

Sanchun, Daiyu and Baochai all blushed, and Lin Daiyu spat: "This candidate is so frivolous! He deserves to be defeated!"

Jia Cong thought to himself: "My sister Lin is indeed a reluctant and sexy type. These women are all reluctant and sexy type... they can't tell how they are!"

"Later, he was beheaded for writing articles." Jia Cong said.

"Ah?!" The girls suddenly opened their eyes wide and covered their mouths and exclaimed!

"It's nothing. Aren't Wang Yangming, Li Zhi, Huang Zongxi and others of the Ming Dynasty all regarded as heresy?" Jia Cong sighed: "When this candidate was beheaded, he wrote two words, rolled them into two pieces of paper, stuffed them into his ears. The left ear is the word "good" and the right ear is the word "pain".

"Puff!" The girls laughed again, and Jia Tanchun said, "This person is still a hero!"

Jia Tanchun is a daughter, and a man's heart. Jia Cong looked at the smiles of the little beauties who were full of spring in the room and thought.

While they were joking, Jia Zheng had just gotten off work from the Ministry of Works Dushui Department and came back in a sedan chair. As soon as he got off the sedan chair at the door, he was bounced from the fifth-grade white squid to replenish his clothes. When he saw Wang Shanbao leading several servants back from Wanping, Jia Zheng turned around and asked, "Is there any news? Have you passed the test in Cong's yard?"

"I'm hit." Wang Shanbao said panting.
Chapter completed!