Infrastructure masters in the red building

"Shuowen" said, "The pavilion is also a guest house."

Therefore, Jia subconsciously first associated "Xiaoxiang Pavilion" with the guest house station.

Of course, "Xiaoxiang Pavilion" was also Lin Daiyu's small residence when she lived in Jia's mansion, but Jia Fang didn't need to worry about sister Lin being sent to another person, after all, her parents hadn't formally known each other yet.When Jia Fang restored the "Xiaoxiang Pavilion", he only needed to make the building meet its established functional requirements.

So, what was the "Xiaoxiang Pavilion" in the garden originally used for?

Jia Fang went to ask Jia Amnesty for advice.Jia She said that he remembered the Xiaoxiang Pavilion: "Isn't this the place where we went to dig bamboo shoots together when we were young? In the beginning of spring, after a rain, my brothers and I took two boys and slipped to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots. When it comes, it is buried in the hot ashes next to the big stove, buried for a long time, and the outer skin of the bamboo shoots is peeled off when eating... Tsk tsk, it smells so good!"

This foodie recalled leisurely, obviously he was deeply impressed by the young bamboo shoots in Xiaoxiang Pavilion.The next moment, Jia She slapped his thigh and said, "Oops, I forgot about digging the bamboo shoots this year. Now...the bamboo shoots are already old, right?"

Jia Fang: ...they have grown into moso bamboo.

"It's a pity that the yard in the bamboo grove collapsed later." Jia Sheyao recalled the past, thought for a while and then said, "But I remember sneaking in once when I was a child, and vaguely saw that the shelves were full of books... ..."

Jia Fang was taken aback: he had indeed read in the original book "Red Mansion" that in Lin Daiyu's room "there are pens and inkstones on the table under the window...the bookshelves are full of books".Could it be that the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was originally like this?

But this also brought inspiration to Jia Fang: ancient schools, private schools, bookstores... may all be called "houses".That being the case, why didn't he build the Xiaoxiang Pavilion into a building mainly for reading, supplemented by leisure and entertainment functions such as playing chess and product names?

"Baoding tea is still green when the smoke is idle, but it is still cool when you play chess at the window"①——It is enough to achieve this effect.

Thinking of this, Jia Fang repeatedly thanked Jia Amnesty and left with a happy face.

He said his farewell abruptly, Jia She had a strange expression on his face, scratched the back of his head and said, "What's the matter?...Could it be that the third child is so happy when he hears that there are bamboo shoots to eat?"

A maid came in from the other end, saying that Grandma had invited her. When Jia She heard this, she didn't remember Jia Fang, and immediately said, "Daughter-in-law, I'm here—"

Not to mention that Jia She went to take care of his daughter-in-law, Mrs. Zhang, and Jia Fang took a few people to survey the terrain of Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the Grand View Garden—Jia She gave him an important reminder: the location of Xiaoxiang Pavilion is easy to find. There is a big one from bamboo.

The large clump of bamboo in the Grand View Garden is not far from the apricot forest in Daoxiang Village.It's just that over time, this piece of bamboo forest has been neglected, and it has grown into a large dense area.Even the original path is covered up.

Jia Fang found a road made of pebbles in the bamboo forest, leading to a small and exquisite courtyard with a few couplets of repair houses.

There is a plaque outside the main entrance of the courtyard, and the inscription on it is almost invisible now.Just as Jia Fang's men were about to step forward, Jia Fang shouted from behind: "Be careful!"

Several small workers stopped together, only heard a "crack", the plaque was hung from above the gate of the courtyard, but it did not break.Jia Fang went over and brushed off the dust with his sleeve, and sure enough, he saw the words "You Feng Lai Yi" written on it.

"It really is here!" Jia Fang told the workers to be careful, and then slowly opened the courtyard door.

The entrance is a zigzag veranda, and the stones below the steps form a narrow road. In front are three upper rooms, one bright and two dark. Unfortunately, more than half of them have collapsed. Only the easternmost gable and the east room are still standing.

After Jia Fang surveyed the situation in the upper room, he bypassed the upper room and came to the backyard.There are pear blossoms and plantains planted in the backyard, and there are two small setbacks, which are still in good condition.A clear spring is introduced under a corner wall in the backyard, which circles around the house until it reaches the bamboo forest in the front yard, and then circles out.

After seeing the whole situation of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Jia Fang frowned: Compared with Daoxiang Village, Xiaoxiang Pavilion really needs "overhaul".To see the collapse of the upper house in this yard, it is necessary to set up scaffolding first, remove all the remaining structures, then check the foundation, and then rebuild the upper house.

At least the above ground part is going to be rebuilt.

Since it involves reconstruction, he needs to do it himself and draw the design drawings.God knows how long it has been since he tried hand-crafted drawings. What's worse is that the weights and measures of this era are different from what he is familiar with. He can only ask the old craftsmen for advice bit by bit, and combine his own experience to make the design drawings. .

As for the progress of this project, it is even more urgent.

Jia Fang then arranged for small workers to clear out the road "buried" by the bamboo forest first, and then prepare to install scaffolding to demolish the house.

Jia Fang first found a flat cork board as a drawing board. In order to keep the ideal parallel and smooth edges of the drawing board, he found a mortise and mortise wooden strip on each short side of the drawing board to reinforce it, and by the way prevent The drawing board is warped.In addition, Jia fixed a T-square on the drawing board, and the drawing tool was almost completed.

After the drawing board was made, Jia Fang made a shelf to support the drawing board himself, and placed it next to his desk for his use.

It took him about three days to draw out the design of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion in his mind. After drawing the draft, Jia Fang first went to the craftsman who had been there for many years to discuss the details of the drawing, so as to prevent him from making mistakes. Some technologies that could not be realized in ancient times were drawn first.

After that, it is to correct, revise the manuscript, ask for advice, revise again, and re-adjust the scale...

Jia Fang laughed at himself in his heart: I feel like I am back in the days before "one draft decides the world", but everyone comes here like this, even him is no exception.

But Jia Fang is still very confident: he just entered a new environment and encountered some new standards. Besides, he himself is his own "Party A", and even if he wants to revise the manuscript, he is also in charge.

If you modify your own manuscript, how can it be called "revised manuscript"?

In this way, after more than ten days passed, there was a big news from the Rong Mansion - Jia Daishan had returned to Beijing.

For a while, the refugee camp on Gyeonggi East Road has completed construction and absorbed nearly [-] refugees.Under the resettlement of the government, these refugees no longer have to worry about their lives and starvation.The operation of the refugee camp has also gradually stabilized. Among the refugees, [-] civilian husbands were recruited, [-] worked with the people from the West Road Liumin camp to repair the river, and the other [-] crossed the river to Hebei to repair the local canals and waterways to prepare for summer planting.

Now that the general situation of relief for refugees has been decided, the palace issued a decree, ordering Jia Daishan to return to Beijing, and the relief and relief of the east and west routes are under the independent jurisdiction of the four princes.

After Jia Daishan received the decree, he didn't dare to stay longer for a day. He set off directly from Liuminying on the East Road, first went to Li Palace outside the city to meet his driver, then went to the palace to meet the Prince Jian Guo, passed the oral order, and then returned home.

Mrs. Shi looked at the black and thin Jia Daishan who had been on the road for three months, and her heart ached so badly that she washed her hands and made soup, and carried them into Jia Daishan's bedroom on the east side of Rongxi Hall. Lei, Duke Rong himself didn't even take off his coat, so he fell asleep on the couch and fell asleep until the next morning.

The next day it happened to be Xiumu's turn. Jia Daishan got up early and went to Ning Mansion for a tour, and then accepted the children's greetings. He was about to say a few words to Mrs. Shi, but he never thought that the imperial decree would arrive again.

The decree clearly stated that it was for Jia Daishan, but it was announced that the entire Rong family would accept the decree.

According to the decree, the Holy Lord rewarded Rong Guogong for leading the officials from all over the country to fight the disaster and relieve the disaster, but the rewards were a bunch of false titles, the first-class Duke of Jin, and the crown prince Taifu... There is no real reward.

Mrs. Shi, who accompanied Jia Daishan to receive the order, listened, and the corners of her mouth drooped down, probably thinking that her husband's exhaustion in the past three months was really not worth it.

Unexpectedly, at the end of the imperial decree, Jia Fang's name was announced, and the words were vague, saying that Jia Fang, the third son of Rong Guogong, had made meritorious deeds, and ordered Rong Guogong to transfer more than [-] hectares of land in Taoyuan Village in the south to Jia Fang. under the name.

As soon as this decree was announced, the sky was shocked.

When Jia Fang followed Jia Daishan to receive the order, Mrs. Shi kept staring at him, her eyes almost popping out.

The other brothers of the Jia family looked at each other, Jia Amnesty knew what was in his mind, showing an unpredictable and profound expression.Jia Zheng looked bewildered.

But Jia Fang knew that this should be Taoyuan Village where he "passed the Ming Road", no longer relying on a fish charm to transfer the ownership of the village, but an official seal, "Stone Hammer".

When he received the order, the eunuch who delivered the order in the palace handed Jia Fang a box.Jia Fang opened it later and saw a book inside, which was exactly the same as the booklet he had seen in Taoyuan Village, but it was a "copy" stamped by the government.The fact that Taoyuan Village updates its population and land every year will be confirmed and kept by the government.

Originally, this booklet was owned by the steward of Rongguo Mansion, and another by the government of Taoyuan Village.

But now this book is in the hands of Jia Fang, which may mean that the government has given up its jurisdiction over Taoyuan Village and handed over all formal jurisdiction to Jia Fang.

Jia thought at ease: If he ran to Taoyuan Village now and sealed up the Xianliang Temple, would he be able to close the door and be his local emperor?

——Thinking about it, there seems to be nothing wrong, but in this way, he will not be able to return to modern society.

Jia Fang immediately dismissed the idea.

Afterwards, the attitude of the brothers and sisters of the Jia family towards Jia Fang remained unchanged. Jia Amnesty came over to congratulate him with a smile. Jia Zheng was still thinking about his "sage books". When Jia Min heard the news afterwards, his clear eyes blinked. Looking at Jia Fang, he was probably thinking: Dad is in the southern fiefdom, but he has never heard of such a thing?

Soon the news spread throughout the entire Rongning Second Mansion, and Jia Fang was in the limelight for a while, and was elected "Sweet Pastry" and "Most Beautiful Boy" again.When the stewards of the two prefectures heard that Jia Fangxin had won the fiefdom, they rushed forward to recommend themselves.

"Third Lord, I heard that your new fief is in the south, at least three thousand miles away from Beijing. If you go there and back, the sun will be gone in half a year. Besides, there are many diseases in the south, and we northerners It’s so easy to get unaccustomed. My ancestral home is in the south, and I have some relatives in the south. If you send me to take care of the Taoyuan village, I will definitely help you manage it properly. The annual income is directly converted into silver. In your hands."

They all seem to have forgotten how they satirized Jia Fang after being rejected last time; but Jia Fang also learned a good lesson, and did not directly reject the stewards, but only obediently, neither accepting nor rejecting.

"Oops!" Immediately, some of the stewards came to their senses, "It's been a long time since Da Lai from the Rong Mansion, why didn't he go to the south to take care of the Duke and the Third Master?"

"Then let's not think about such a beautiful thing. Rong Guogong thinks highly of Lai Da. At such a young age, Mr. Jia will definitely trust Rong Gong's valued steward!"

"Yes, I missed this great opportunity for nothing..."

"But... why is the fief entrusted by the elder of our Rong Mansion directly granted to the third master?"

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This question is not limited to the stewards, it has been hovering in the mind of Jia Daishan's wife, Shi Shi.But she said earlier that she is a virtuous woman, a gentle aunt, and has never treated her concubine badly.

Therefore, Mrs. Shi's heart was blown up long ago, but she didn't show it on the surface. She greeted Jia Fang kindly, and even properly arranged for the family to have a good meal at night.

But at night, when she was alone with Duke Rong Jia Daishan, Mrs. Shi's temper finally exploded.

She retreated all the servants and asked her confidants to guard them, and no one was allowed to approach Rongxi hall for half a step, so even if the husband and wife had a quarrel, they didn't have to worry about losing face in front of the servants.

Jia Daishan didn't know anything about it, and when he returned to the house, he hummed a little song and was in a good mood.When he entered the room, he saw Mrs. Shi with a long face.

"Ma'am, I have been away from home for too long because of my husband, and I was too tired yesterday. I am really slow--slow--Madam."

Realizing that the situation was not right, Jia Daishan sang "Fat Ye" first, and continued to salute slowly.

After hearing this, Mrs. Shi still had a straight face, and glanced over: "You have a Zhuangzi in the south? You and I have been married for nearly 20 years, and I have never heard of it from you?"

Jia Daishan: Feelings are for this.

He stopped saluting, and sat directly next to his wife, hugged Shi Shi's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "This is a long story... But, the Holy Majesty's will clearly stated that I am the trustee, the trustee!"

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Shi shook off all kinds of sticky trotters of his hands, stood up, hugged his shoulders and sneered, "Accreditation? I think you are taking care of that fox, waiting for her son When it grows up, it will be returned to her son, right?"

Jia Daishan was taken aback, and couldn't help being angry and funny. It turned out that his wife was not good at anything else, and she was jealous No.1.When encountering such a thing, I will be the first to think of jealousy...

He couldn't help but tugged on his wife's sleeve, coaxing softly: "Ma'am..."

Mrs. Shi flung off her sleeves with a snap, and said coldly, "First is the garden, then the fiefdom, and what's after that, after a while, are you going to invite the crown prince for Fang'er?"

Jia Daishan felt even more amused: "Madam, where did you think? How could I ask Fang'er to be crowned prince for Fang'er? It's impossible! The position of prince has always been reserved for Pardon."

Mrs. Shi was relieved at first, but when she heard Jia Daishan say that she would give the eldest son the title of eldest son she didn't like, she immediately took a deep breath into her chest, blushed, and turned to her husband: "Then I ask you , There was a severe drought in the north that day, and you were appointed by the emperor to patrol Hebei Road for disaster relief, why didn't you support and support Zheng'er, who has read sage articles, why can't he show his face in the matter of disaster relief?"

Jia Daishan was baffled now: "Why did it involve Zheng'er again?"

"Zheng'er is indeed studying hard, but he still lacks knowledge. You don't know your own son. If you ask him to make suggestions for disaster relief, what insights can he say?"

Mrs. Shi was even more angry now: "Then what can be built in Fanger? The ideas he can come up with as a 14-year-old country boy, you dare to say that you taught them? Not your staff taught?"

Hearing his wife's speculation about Jia Fang, Jia Daishan really got angry, frowned, and grabbed Mrs. Shi's arm when he came up, and said in a deep voice, "Try to say it again?"

"Fang'er suggested building private camps, digging deep wells, digging soil nests, eating locusts and eradicating locusts, preventing diseases and epidemics... Do you think these are all thought out for him by the helpers in the mansion?"

When Mrs. Shi heard this, she thought to herself: These are all sloppy suggestions, but they are actually on the table?I believe even more in my heart that this is an excuse Jia Daishan came up with to support the concubine.

"It was raining heavily in Gyeonggi that day. He bought fifty water pumps from Baigongfang and sent them to Liuminying on Donglu, which relieved the urgent need. He personally demonstrated the use of the water pumps, which won the favor of the fourth prince. Fang’er’s contribution will definitely be mentioned when the discount is up—Ma’am, Fang’er earned it all by himself, and your good son stays at home studying all day long!”

Mrs. Shi became even angrier when she heard this: "What? Master, Sheer and Zhenger and the two of them have never had the chance to make friends with the nobles in Beijing, but you match Fanger to make friends with the prince?"

Jia Daishan was choked speechless: No matter what he said, she felt that Jia Daishan was partial, so how could he justify it?

Seeing that Jia Daishan was speechless, Mrs. Shi couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted "ah", "Come here!"

"Come here and tidy up our mother so that there will be room for the Duke's most beloved son—"

She shouted unscrupulously, but no one answered outside: the servants in the mansion had already been dispatched to the outside of Rongxi Hall.

Jia Daishan didn't know this, seeing his wife yelling, Jia Daishan rushed up to hug her, but Shi's long nails cut a long line on his face, causing burning pain.

"What do you mean discriminating between the concubine and the concubine? What do you mean by favoring the concubine and destroying the concubine? That's what it is called!" Mrs. Shi made up her mind, shook off her hair immediately, rushed up and grabbed Jia Daishan by the collar, and shouted wildly: "If you If you want to make a bastard a son, I'll go back to my mother's house... I'll just cut off this hair and go to be a sister-in-law!"

Jia Daishan endured the pain: "Madam, wake up, when am I going to make my son the crown prince?"

"Not now, but not in the future!" Mrs. Shi calmed down a little, but continued to talk, she must get Jia Daishan's guarantee.

"Besides," Jia Daishan misunderstood Madam's meaning and comforted her, "Even if I want to make Fang'er the crown prince, the emperor will not allow it?"

Mrs. Shi didn't hear the word "even if", her heart suddenly turned cold, she slumped on the floor, and cried bitterly: "As expected, as expected, you still can't forget...that woman..."

She fought back and forth, but she couldn't fight a dead person, and she died of anger.

"That woman... Mrs. Qian..." Mrs. Shi had inquired about this woman's name before.Now that she knew that the other party was no longer alive, she still let the name grind fiercely between her teeth, wishing she could chew it to pieces and spit it out.

Unexpectedly, Jia Daishan said with a cold face: "You save yourself, Fang'er is not Qian's son at all!"