[Red Mansion] Master Jia Dadi

In March of Yangchun, the thin strands of catkins blow into thousands of households with the breeze, the wind is slightly cool, and it has been raining for several days in a row a few days ago, but it is clear today, and the warm sunshine shines on people. The sun is itchy, like tiny ants climbing.

Jia Lian glanced furtively at Jia She who was holding "Baopuzi" with sideways eyes. Seeing that his mind was on the "Baopuzi", he was relieved, looked out the door, and the brush in his hand He stopped, and by the time the stick of incense burned, he was already tired.

The courtyard was quiet, although it was close to Ma Peng, agarwood was burning in the copper stove with gilt and animal patterns in the house, and the light but not charming fragrance lifted people's spirits.At this moment, it was the time for a nap. If it was usual, the chattering noises of the little maids would have already been heard here, but in the past few months, after the master's rectification, all the maids put away With my own careful thinking, I am afraid that I will run into the old master's bad luck.

Seeing Brother Xing's face appearing at the gate of the yard, Jia Lian's face showed joy, and he wished to lose the brush in his hand and run out of the yard.

But he dared not.

In the past, Jia Lian used to study with Bai Zhiming, who was invited by Brother Zhu from the Rongguo Mansion. Because Jia Lian passed away, there was no one to discipline him, and the child's temperament was uncertain, so he was quite sloppy in his studies. As time passed, Bai Zhiming naturally put all his thoughts on Jia Zhu who had passed the government examination. However, it was sloppy with Jia Lian.

A few days ago, for some reason, Jia Amnesty randomly checked Jia Lian's homework. Jia Lian already knew how to recite the enlightened books such as "San Zi Jing", "Thousand Character Classics", "Li Weng Dui Yun", but he stumbled, and he practiced big characters. When Jia Amnesty saw it, his face turned black.

Jia Lian was so frightened that his legs went limp and his hips trembled, thinking that he was about to be beaten again.

Unexpectedly, Jia Amnesty didn't beat him, but just let him not have to go to school in the future, and he taught it himself.

Jia Lian was taken aback at first, but after he recovered, he was much more relaxed. Doesn't he understand his father?In a few days, he will definitely be dismissed impatiently.

But Second Master Lian was indeed wrong this time.

Jia Amnesty didn't intend to just focus on homework for a few days and then relax, but also planned to continue for a long time. Anyway, Jia Lian is also his son. , Jia Amnesty didn't know where to put his face.

Flicking the fingers holding the ancient book in his white hand, Jia She showed an expression as if he had been in a lifetime.

This is not the first time he has traveled through time. He turned out to be an ordinary student who just graduated from school in the 21st century. He died in a car accident and was reborn on the body of a fool in the Jin Dynasty. Jia She is not an ordinary person. Utilitarianism, selfishness, and even being able to use all means to achieve his own goals, he does not deny these things, relying on the talents of his ancestors, Jia Amnesty won six yuan in a row, and his reputation spread far and wide, and the various methods he invented were even more amazed by the world , but at that time the Jin Dynasty was already dying of illness, the people died for the country, and so did Jia Amnesty, but it was a pity that the fate of the country was over, even if the fire gun research was in a bad shape, it was too late.On the day when the country was broken, Jia Amnesty bowed three times in the direction of the palace at home, and then committed suicide.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, this general Jia She woke up.

The Dream of Red Mansions is an empty dream.

Jia Amnesty has a deep memory of this book, he already has a photographic memory, and when he thought of the final ending of the Rongguo Mansion being "a piece of white land is so clean", he couldn't sit still. He carefully investigated the situation in the Rongguo Mansion. The situation in the original mansion was really bad. His mother didn't care when his father died. Even the Rongxi Hall where he was supposed to live was taken over by his second brother's family, and his reputation outside was in ruins. .

If possible, Jia Amnesty would really like to leave the Rongguo Mansion alone and leave, but he, who has experienced a lifetime, knows that this is impossible.

Not to mention anything else, if he wants to leave, then he must have a way to lead him, otherwise he will be a refugee. .If he wants to separate the family and work alone, he can do it, but Jia Mu must follow the eldest son. Son Jia Zheng, if something happens to Jia Zheng in the future, he will not help him.

In any case, it's man-made.Thousands of thoughts swirled in Jia She's mind, seemingly focused on "Baopuzi", but actually he was thinking about how to regain power.

First-class general, no matter how nicely he said it, it couldn't change the fact that he had no real power in his hands.

Slowly withdrawing his gaze, Jia She raised his sword-shaped eyebrows that slanted into his temples, and an imperceptible smile flashed across his phoenix eyes.

"Lian'er." A gentle call, but Jia Lian's body trembled in shock.

"Father," Jia Lian hurriedly picked up the brush and replied crisply.

He was guilty and did not dare to look up at Jia She, because it was impossible to say that Jia She was ugly. Shi Taijun was a famous beauty in the capital, and Jia Daishan was praised by the saints as being quite like his father, a strong alliance, Jia She's appearance should be called Lang Yan's uniqueness. If it wasn't for his insignificant temperament in the past, he would definitely be called a handsome man. Even so, Jia She's appearance still attracted him a virtuous wife—Ms. Zhang.With the power of the Zhang family back then, marrying Jia She can also be called a married woman.

"How is your calligraphy?" Jia She put down the "Baopuzi" in his hand. He was wearing a black brocade robe with dark patterns, and only a jade pendant was hanging on his waist. He was 29 years old and was standing close He was young, but he looked as handsome as a boy.

Guiltyly, Jia Lian stopped writing, put the brush on the pen stand, and moved away.

Glancing at Jia Lian's big characters on the rice paper, Jia She chuckled inwardly, the characters...

Seeing Jia Amnesty pick up the rice paper and seem to be scrutinizing the large characters carefully, Jia Lian felt hopeful in his heart, maybe his father felt that his handwriting was good.

"Father, what do you think of the baby's handwriting?"

"Not bad." Jia Amnesty suppressed his smile and said lightly.

"Really!" Jia Lian was overjoyed. After all, it is a child's heart, and he is happy when he is praised.

"If it's for drawing talismans, Lian'er has a bit of talent." With a cold face, Jia She said, his finger pointed to the word "Wei" on the big character, Jia Lian followed his finger and saw a little bit below it. But it thickened into a ball of ink, and his face instantly turned red.

"Practicing calligraphy is not only practicing calligraphy, but also practicing mind, patience, care and perseverance." Jia She said coldly, "If you have to deal with homework, then why waste time!"

While Jia Lian was blushing, she couldn't help feeling unwilling, and muttered, "Father's handwriting is not very good either."

"Oh," Jia Amnesty squinted at him, took a piece of rice paper casually, picked up the writing brush with his slender fingers, dipped ink into the inkstone, and the brush went like a snake.

"Thirty fame and dust, eight thousand miles of road, cloud and moon. Don't wait for nothing, the boy's head is white, empty and sad."

The strength penetrates the back of the paper, and the natural and unrestrained character and open-minded demeanor can be vaguely seen from the characters. Viewing people from the characters can be seen as the character of the writer.

Jia Lian was dumbfounded. Although his handwriting was not very good-looking, he could tell the good from the bad. After all, when they painted red, they copied some masterpieces of famous people. It was not difficult to distinguish the good from the bad.

Jia She wrote cursive script, which is divided into Zhangcao, Jincao, and Kuangcao. It is known as "preserving the outline of the characters, breaking the rules of the official, and letting go as you go, and rushing to it".The wild grass is continuous and imposing like a rainbow. In order for Jia Lian to understand it, Jia Amnesty wrote it in a cursive style with independent characters. Although it still has a wild and unruly momentum, it is not difficult to understand.

Looking at the word, Jia Lian's eyes were full of envy, and he was convinced by it. He stopped his flag and drums and dared not say anything more.

Hit a stick and give a candy. Jia She saw it in his eyes and smiled, "If you want to work hard, find some time and teach you how to write this cursive script for my father."

"Really?" Jia Lian was overjoyed. This cursive script is as powerful as a rainbow, and it is completely different from the style of Guange. Not many people have practiced it, and even fewer people have practiced it well.

Jia Amnesty nodded, "Naturally."

"Your child must work hard." Jia Lian took a look at Jia She's handwriting and assured her, patted her chest.

While the two were talking, they saw Feiyu lift the curtain and replied, "Master, the old lady asked you to go there, saying that the Lin family in Gusu sent a letter."