Mr. Jia who was infected with the virus [Red House]

Shi's 8th month of pregnancy saw red, the situation is not good, trying to keep the baby is not good for the mother, but it is really not easy for a one-month-old baby to survive.The imperial doctor thought about it for a long time, and threw the ball to Jia Daishan.

Whether to give birth or to protect the baby, a heavy burden is on him.

"Give birth!" Jia Daishan made a difficult decision. Compared with the unknown child, his wife is more important.

"Husband?" Shi exclaimed.

"She'er and Zheng'er are still young." Jia Daishan said in a deep voice, "I'm rough-hearted, and I can't take care of them in many places."

There was silence in the room, Jia Daishan continued, "And I can't do without you."

Shi Shi's eyes were moist, this life is enough for his wife.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something touching when a cry came.

"I don't want a younger sister anymore." Jia She didn't know when he got in, tears streaming down his face, "A child without a mother is a grass. Liu Jiejie from Master Liu's family is in good health. His stepmother said that he has tuberculosis, and he can't even study. I can’t. They say that if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather. If I want a mother, I will be filial to you in the future, and I will never be angry with you again.”

Jia Amnesty had never been so afraid before, and his heart throbbed when he thought that his mother might not wake up.His heart clenched tightly, almost making him unable to breathe.

Jia Zheng silently shed tears beside him. Although he didn't say a word, the tears fell on the shoe surface one by one, and he looked a little more pitiful than Jia Amnesty.

Being the same parents, Jia Shen's words had a completely different impact.

As a mother, Shi Shi is strong and quite firm, "Then give birth, maybe my daughter can live."

She can't just let Mrs. Rong Guogong out, what if her two sons die?The lessons learned from Liu Hou's mansion are there, they are still sisters and nothing more.

Jia Daishan wanted to take the boss out and beat him up, to let him know why the flowers are so red, and is there anyone who would blame his own father?

Is he the same as Liu Hou?

In the whole of Daqing, there are not many people who truly love their daughter-in-law as much as he does. How can that villain Liu Hou compare with him?

Furthermore, what if the daughter-in-law is overwhelmed?

Jia Daishan's fist was itching badly, and the five hundred characters were still missing. Let him think again, how to punish the boss.

The hostess made a decision, and the imperial doctor quickly prescribed oxytocin, and the birth went smoothly. On the second day, a glowing red female doll was born.The child is less than a month old, and the scalp is a little transparent, and Shi Shi and Jia Dai's heart trembles.

Can such a fragile child survive?

The two of them were beating drums in their hearts. They were also the ones who raised the child, but the daughter was too fragile.The cry was like a kitten meowing, only soft breath sounds could be heard.

"Xie'er is reckless, don't let him come in and scare Bao'er." Shi Shi said worriedly, even if she touched her lightly, she was afraid of hurting her daughter's delicate skin.

Jia Daishan chuckled, with malicious intentions, "Don't worry, I will definitely keep him so busy that he has no time to do tricks."

Turning around, she called her two sons to the study room, "Your younger sister was born delicate and weak, and the flower-watching woman said that her brother should draw [-] flowers. Your younger sister is a delicate person, so you are not allowed to draw in plain lines, and the colors should be more colorful."

The two looked at each other.

"What? Is it possible that I still lie to you?"

Jia She immediately shook his head, with a bitter face, "We only painted parrots."

If it is said that he is not afraid of drawing a thousand parrots, after all, he has been painting for a semester and has a plan in his chest.But Hua Hua, he really didn't know what to do.

"If I make Hua Hua ugly, my sister won't be even uglier! She is already ugly enough, and if she is ugly, let alone Wenquxing, even Xiucai would despise her!"

Jia Daishan couldn't bear it anymore, and hit it with a brain crash.

"There's so much nonsense, don't you know how to draw better?"

Jia Amnesty covered his head, and opened his mouth to say that his father was biased, but before he could escape, he closed his mouth and pursed his lips.

"I'll try my best, but if my younger sister is ugly, it can't be all due to me. The second brother has to draw half of it."

Jia Zheng gave Jia Amnesty a hard look.

"If my sister is too ugly to marry, I will raise her for the rest of my life."

Jia Zheng also met his younger sister. Obviously, he had the same worries as Jia Amnesty.

His younger sister was really ugly, with red and wrinkled skin, swollen eyes, almost invisible bridge of nose, and a little transparent head, he had never seen anyone uglier than his younger sister.

Jia Amnesty gave a thumbs up, "Ambition!"

Of course, he wouldn't take up the conversation and say that he raised his sister for the rest of his life.It's fun to be alone, my sister can cry so much now, she must be a crybaby when she grows up, he doesn't want to live with a crybaby for the rest of her life.

Hearing that the Shi family gave birth successfully, Jia Dairu searched the space and sent a thermometer and hygrometer.

"Premature babies are afraid of the cold and their skin is fragile, so the room should maintain a certain temperature and humidity." After Jia Dairu finished speaking, he found that the other party didn't understand, so he took out a thermometer to demonstrate, "Look at this watch, it's a thermometer. It must be adjusted to the temperature of the room. stay on this line."

The room was hot and cold, Jia Daishan understood, carefully took the thermometer, blinked and pointed to another thing in his hand and asked, "What is that?"

"This is a hygrometer, which means whether the air is humid or not. The skin surface of premature babies is more fragile, and the moisture evaporates quickly, so you must keep the room humid. Come on, look at the pointer on the dial and it's right here."

Jia Daishan put away the hygrometer like a baby.

"Third brother! If you write another pamphlet, your niece will suffer as soon as she is born."

Jia Dairu took out a booklet from his bosom, "I wrote it last night, you and your sister-in-law read it carefully, you must be careful. By the way, my niece was born prematurely, and her respiratory tract is not yet fully developed. Maybe a little dust in the house will cause it." My niece has asthma, you must pay attention. Also, if there is noise in the room, it’s okay, it will affect your niece’s hearing.”

"All in all, try to make the niece feel like she is still in the mother's womb. That kind of environment is the most conducive to the growth of the niece, and it doesn't need to last for a long time. More than a month is enough."

Jia Daishan scored 120 points.

Both the noisy Jia Shelian and the quiet Jia Zheng were sent to Rongqing Hall, where Mrs. Xu looked after them.

Jia She still didn't know that his father regarded him as a scourge and isolated him, so he moved a few pots of flowers for observation with great interest. In order for his sister to get married smoothly, he wanted to paint the flowers more beautifully.

Not only did he observe by himself, he also forcibly dragged Jia Zheng over.

"Although you can't draw well, you should take a good look at it."

Jia Zheng's paintings are not as bad as Jia She said, but they are too regular and the lines are too straight.Jia Amnesty was very dissatisfied, "Think about my sister, my sister is delicate and tender, your lines are too hard and too sharp."

He didn't want his sister to be unable to marry.

Due to his personality, no matter how Jia Zheng draws lines, he is quite cold and rigid.

"Hey, no, no, more curves." Jia Amnesty explained in a hurry, "Here, here, and here, there should be a little curve... Hey, why are your curves the same?"

Jia Amnesty was almost driven crazy by his stupid brother.

Suddenly, he looked down and saw the tassels on the jade pendant, tore off a thread and threw it on the table at will.

"Look, lines and lines. When drawing, do you think about whether the shape of the lines is not fixed?" Jia She simply tore out the lines from the tassels and sprinkled them on the table.

"You see, no arc is the same."

Jia Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, almost crying, "But this is what I did with the stroke of a pen."

The eyes and the brain seem to know it, but the hands don't.

He drew another arc, Jia She took a closer look, sure enough, it was still a line without soul.

Do you have to draw a thousand flowers by yourself?

He couldn't help but shivered, he would be exhausted.

"Ah!" With a roar, he swung the thread on the table to the ground, and a few threads stained with paint made smooth lines on the paper, "Look, other people's threads are more dexterous than yours, and yours is clumsy." It's like being eaten by a pig."

After finishing speaking, Jia Amnesty froze on the spot, staring blankly at the scattered threads on the ground.

Yes, who stipulates that painting must use a brush?

You can also paint with string.

"I have a solution." Jia Amnesty shouted, tore off Jia Zheng's jade pendant, and pulled out all the tassels.

"We have tassels for painting flowers." He said affirmatively, rolled the thread into a ball and stuffed it into the paint, and then took out one and carefully arranged it in an irregular semicircle on the paper.

Then, while Jia Zheng was stunned, he slowly drew the thread, and he pulled it so deftly that the paint-stained thread dragged out a small petal on the paper.

"..." Jia Zheng was stunned.

Jia Amnesty was not satisfied, he thought of more possibilities.

The shape of the line, the thickness of the line, and even knotting the line, staining it with different colors or dipping several colors at the same time will have different effects.

It doesn't seem like a long time to complete a thousand flowers.

After making up his mind, he raised his head and smiled at Jia Zheng, "How about writing 5 big characters for me, and how about I draw 500 flowers for you?"

With a livid face, Jia Zheng pointed to the petals drawn with string on the table, "I'm not stupid."

"Okay, but your drawing is not as good as mine, is it? You don't want our sister to be uglier, do you?" Jia She hit the point.

Jia Zheng nodded slowly, "200 large characters, no more."

"Two hundred and five."

"One hundred and five." Jia Zheng clenched his teeth.

"Okay, two hundred articles will be two hundred." Jia Amnesty accepted it as soon as it was ready. The thread drawing is just a layer of paper, and it is worthless if it is pierced. Jia Zheng can figure it out after a long delay.

There are strings as painting tools, and Jia Amnesty asked Lu Shui to find Anthurium to get some cotton strings of different thicknesses. Compared with silk, cotton threads absorb more pigments.After drawing dozens of pictures in a row, Jia She was a little tired.

At this time, Lu Shui tilted his head, "Wouldn't it be easier to paint the paint on the paper and drag it with a thread?"

No matter how strong the cotton thread's adsorption capacity is, the amount of pigment it can absorb is limited, so he has to keep changing the cotton thread.If you directly fill the paint, you only need to pull the thread, which is much easier and more trouble-free. If the color is not big enough, you can just add color halfway.

"But this paper won't work!" Even though he used the best snow wave paper, applying too much paint would cause the paper to bleed before the water in the paint dries.

Lushui rolled his eyes again, and was about to ask the third master for that kind of hard paper.

Jia She suddenly slapped his hands, "Yes, you can use cloth."

After finishing speaking, he hurried to ask Mrs. Xu for a suitable cloth.

Lu Shui followed closely, slandering in his heart, his uncle was as extravagant as ever.

The eldest grandson wanted the cloth for painting, and even without Mrs. Xu, he could find a suitable one, so he immediately asked Hongxia to open the storeroom to look for it.Not long after, a few little girls holding a ruler came in behind her.

"There are only these white ones, which one is suitable for you?"

Jia Amnesty looked at them one by one, and finally chose two.One was plain white muslin, the other the most humble linen.

"I'll take these two things back and try them out first." Jia She smiled. Although fine cotton looked more decent, he felt that linen seemed to be more suitable for painting.

Anyway, the Rongguo Mansion would not be short of money for the cloth, so they might as well try both.

As expected, linen is less prone to mildew than cotton, loses moisture very quickly, and is less susceptible to pigment penetration.

"That's all." Jia Amnesty started his drawing with strings.

Lu Shui and others helped to cut and tie the canvas, and Anthurium and others figured out many line shapes, beaded, knotted, twisted into one strand, fan-shaped... Jia Shen's progress was rapid.

A thousand paintings were completed in five days.

"Did I write those two hundred big characters?" Jia Amnesty brought the painting to the door to demand the debt.

"Writing is different from drawing. It cannot be solved with a thread." Jia Zheng realized that he had suffered a big loss. Compared with drawing with a thread, writing big characters was obviously much slower.

"That's all right, you owe it first, and send it over after you finish writing." Jia Zheng's words are reasonable. It is true that two hundred big characters can't be written in a few days, and his brother is famous for his slow writing, "how about you?" Ask Uncle San if he has a writing machine! You see, I am doing it for your own good, you write so slowly, if you have a machine that can write, you will not be so tired, will you?"

Jia Amnesty thought he was kind, and Jia Zheng's eyes turned red with anger.

With a snap, the door almost fell on his nose.

"This second child's temper is getting worse every day." Touching his nose, Jia Amnesty slipped away.

It's better not to provoke the younger brother who is in a rage, what should I do if I get anxious and stop playing with him?Besides, there should be a scapegoat at home, right?

He had to go on a business with his father first, and take the opportunity to ask for some benefits.

This is the first time I entered the Rongxi Hall in a few days.

The courtyard was quiet, Jia Shen saw the girl walking on her feet, and couldn't help laughing.

"My uncle, please keep your voice down." Waiting at the door was a girl named Manao, seeing Jia She laughing like an enemy, if Jia She hadn't been the master, she would have covered his mouth.

"What's wrong with your voice?" Jia She stopped laughing and asked, Manao's speech was too strange, she actually spoke in a breathy voice, as if whispering.Hissing, it's a bit like a snake spitting out a letter.

Manao was anxious and flustered, "Master, listen to me, the third master said that the young lady was born prematurely, her ears haven't grown well yet, and she won't be able to hear noises for a month."

Jia Amnesty plucked his ears and said dissatisfiedly, "Master, is it noise if you just smile?"

Manao almost buried her head in her chest, muttering, "My wife told me not to laugh."

Jia She's eyes widened, and as soon as he raised his foot to enter the door, he was stopped by Manao again.

"Master, you have to wash and change before you go in." Her voice was inaudible.

Jia Amnesty couldn't help digging his ears again, "My lord is clean!"

Ma Nao said again, "The third master said that the young lady is weak, and she can't smell a little dust this month, or she might get asthma. The master also needs to take a bath and change clothes before entering the house, and you didn't notice that Rong Xitang even Don't you use the aromatherapy?"

Jia She sniffed it, but it really didn't smell like incense.

Believe in the words of agate very much.

"Sigh, younger sister is more troublesome than younger brother." Jia Amnesty had no choice but to follow the girl down to take a bath and change clothes.

Jia Daishan didn't expect his eldest son to finish a thousand paintings so quickly.

"You don't believe it?" Seeing Jia Daishan's expression of disbelief, Jia She said triumphantly, "If you don't believe me, you can go and have a look, there is no one alike in a thousand pictures, all of them are drawn by me."

Jia Amnesty looked Dad in the eyes, expressing that he was not lying.

"Let's go and have a look." Jia Daishan said roughly.

"I want to see my sister first, if she is still as ugly as a little old man, won't my painting be for nothing?" After finishing a thousand paintings with great difficulty, Jia She of course wants to see the results.

"Go and see! Take it easy, your sister is weak and can't stand arguing, and don't scare her, or be careful with your skin." Jia Daishan ordered, but he didn't stop his son from looking at his daughter.

Brothers and sisters, please kiss me.

Jia Amnesty imitated the girl's way of walking, and walked softly into the inner room on his feet.

Shi Shi was breastfeeding her daughter when she suddenly saw her eldest son coming in and almost cried out.

"Who let you in? Get out!" Shi Shi was embarrassed.

"I'm going out now, I didn't see anything." Jia She quickly covered his eyes, turned his head and went out and said to his father, "Hey, my drawing is better, my sister is much more beautiful."

……

Jia Daishan carefully read over a thousand paintings. It cannot be said that every one is a high-quality painting, but there is absolutely no painting that is of a low standard.

"How did you draw it?"

Looking at the quality of the painting, Jia Daishan knew that his son definitely did not find the shooter, at least there was no one else in Rongguo Mansion with this level of painting except his third brother.

But his third brother was dragged by Zhang Taifu to study in Zhang's mansion these days, and never came back.

Don't think too much, his son must be opportunistic again.

Sometimes Jia Daishan couldn't help but want to break the eldest son's head off. How could he be so annoying?

Asking him to do anything he doesn't do well, but to be lazy and slippery, makes him itchy at the root of his anger.If Jia Dairu knew Jia Daishan's thoughts, he would definitely tell him that what he likes is Jia She's creative laziness.

Lazy, but still want to get things done.

Only a lazy person like Jia She is the driving force behind technological development and social progress!

Jia She giggled, showed his father some drawing with strings, and then raised his chin, "From now on, I will ask Lu Shui to draw a drawing with strings every day, and save it as a dowry for my younger sister."

Jia Daishan has black lines all over his head.

In that way, when he married his daughter, he would not be able to move all the paintings, and the amount of dowry was limited. He had to marry Zhuangzi, shop, and silver as a dowry, so he could paint a thousand paintings in a few days.

Looking at the complacent elder son, Jia Daishan wanted to kick his son's ass, why couldn't he just stay quietly.

I hope that the third brother will come back soon, and someone will help take care of his son when he comes back.

At this time, Jia Dairu was paying for what he had said. To train 1000 million children for the Daqing Dynasty was like injecting a dose of chicken blood into Zhang Taifu's veins, who was about to retire. Suddenly, Zhang Taifu, whose hair and beard had turned white, was excited.

There were 1000 million children, and there were only [-] million in the Daqing Dynasty.

If someone else said this, Zhang Taifu would definitely scoff, but Jia Dairu was the one who invented the pinyin.As the prince and Taifu, he is very aware of the influence of pinyin on Daqing.

The first version of the dictionary with pinyin will be compiled soon, and it is estimated that the imperial court will fully popularize pinyin after the end of the year, and the initial problem lingering among the students will be solved.As long as you learn pinyin, you can finish Mengxue roughly even without a teacher.

The next step for the imperial court was to explain all the elementary school content in vernacular, with the aim of compiling a textbook that allows students to learn by themselves.

The third prince received an errand to popularize pinyin, and recently he walks with wind.

Everyone can see the influence of pinyin on scholars all over the world, but the person who invented pinyin can only tremble under Zhang Taifu's ruler at this time.

As a system, he is self-disciplined and has a good memory, but Zhang Taifu is still not satisfied.

"You haven't worked hard enough." Zhang Taifu wanted to spend two years teaching a scholar to become a champion, but he could only squeeze it infinitely, and the more he taught, the more he felt that Jia Dairu's mind was unfathomable.

Which mediocre person taught him before, purely misleading his children, such a talented and beautiful jade was only a scholar when he was in his 30s.Thinking that the delayed time would be like losing a talent to the imperial court, Zhang Taifu squeezed Jia Dairu harder.

As for talent, if you squeeze it, you will always find new discoveries.