A Collection of Soy Sauce Characters in Honglou

Jia Huan watched coldly the entire Rongguo Mansion for the virtuous concubine's relatives, bustling and bustling, full of prosperity, endless wealth and extravagance, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, it was really hot and full of flowers.What's even more ridiculous is that half of the staff has been transferred out everywhere, and the only two maidservants left have disappeared. There are especially many servants who have passed by the biological mother, Aunt Zhao. Aunt Zhao was so angry that she broke several veils because of her father's future and her mother's concern for her brother.Jia Huan looked at Aunt Zhao, her biological mother, who had black eyes and a light nap, and felt pity and soreness in her heart. She moved her hands and feet, and continued to copy the Buddhist scriptures Mrs. Wang asked him to write.Speaking of which, this aunt has a bodhisattva face on the outside, but she is very vicious in her heart. Relying on the empress's face, these days she often uses their mother and child as bewitching sons, but she is hard on herself, and her father doesn't care about it. Don't care, really cold-blooded.Now he is indeed only seven years old, but what Mrs. Wang doesn't know is that he is no longer the poor bastard who she let her torment him. He has already experienced the ransacking of the Rongguo Mansion in his previous life, and relying on his own efforts, he finally managed to live in peace. , married a wife and had children, but returned to his childhood after being hit by a carriage one day.

Mrs. Wang is a charitable person on the surface, so no matter how much she doesn't want to see their mother and child, there is no shortage of practicality, but the decorations are mostly expensive and gorgeous things that are actually worthless, and most of the food does not give off a trace of heat. , Most of the clothes are not suitable for the final tailoring.After all, Jia Zheng, a pedantic and ignorant father, mostly stayed in Aunt Zhao's room, so how could Mrs. Wang give Aunt Zhao a chance to bite her.Jia Huan calmed down and shook his head slightly. He has seen the cruelty of the world, worked hard labor at the lower level, and survived the severe cold and heat. Feeling uneasy.It's just a new life, I have to find a way to study hard, and then find a chance to leave Rongguo Mansion with my biological mother.Although the biological mother had little knowledge and vulgar words, she was the only one in Jia's mansion who treated him sincerely. When he ransacked the house in his previous life, he had nothing but watched his biological mother being sold. Later, he saved enough money. , but couldn't find the biological mother, which is really a great pity.In this life, he will work hard with his own hands, and no matter how bad he is, he will be able to pick up his mother after Rongguo Mansion's defeat, and he will not have to suffer from the separation of mother and child.

After Jia Huan ransacked his home in Rongguo Mansion, because he was young and never reached the crown, he was just demoted to a commoner and deprived of the right to test for fame, so he was released.At that time, he didn't have any skills, and he couldn't even support himself, so he had to rely on the calligraphy he learned from copying Buddhist scriptures and a little strength in his body, copying books for others while doing coolies, and didn't even dare to stay up late to save some kerosene. However, he had no choice but to borrow money in restaurants, for which he was often bullied and insulted.However, when his biological mother was dragged away, her face was full of desolation, and the sentence "Huan'er, you must live a good life" lingered in his heart, making him not dare to think of committing suicide at all. He gritted his teeth and persisted even though he was tired He didn't want to move a finger, and he didn't dare to give up when he was in the company of beggars.I finally survived the most difficult months. When I was copying books, because I helped the boss write the menu, he was left by the kind boss to be a waiter. The guys saw that he was young, so they were willing to help a little .After two years of hard work from morning to night, he was finally able to save some money, bought a house, and had his own shelter.Later, seeing the right time, they opened a small shop together with Li Er, who is good at carpentry next door, and life finally got better.It was only a scholar, a farmer, a businessman, and now he knew that he was only staring at Jia Baoyu out of the corner of his eyes, disrespecting his husband, not studying hard, and not seizing the golden opportunity. He was really ashamed.The reason why he earned his family business was because he could read and write, so he was deeply respected by the poor and illiterate people, so he got the opportunity to open a shop.There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, he seemed to be thinking too much, even if he had the fame, he would not be able to pass the imperial examination for three generations after being a prisoner. Being restrained and restricted, he had no choice but to play by ear.

"Huan'er, why are you so dumb?" Aunt Zhao got up at some point, seeing her son blankly thinking about something, she quickly stretched out her well-maintained fingers and shook them in front of Jia Huan. "Mother." Jia Huan, who was still wandering, couldn't help muttering, but Aunt Zhao covered her mouth. "You child is dead, how can you break the rules?" Aunt Zhao was happy that her son respected her, but in the end her worry about her son prevailed, and she reprimanded viciously. "Auntie, my voice is soft, it's okay. Besides, they are busy with their mother's big wedding now, and they haven't had a good time in years, so how can they notice us?" Jia Huan felt a little sour, just because of a small title , the birth mother quietly opened the window and looked around like a thief, lest she cause trouble and hurt herself.Aunt Zhao said viciously, "You careless thing, copy it quickly." Turning around, she quietly turned around and wiped the corners of her eyes. She also wanted to make a pair of shoes for Huan'er. It's a little tight.To put it bluntly, I blame myself for my bad fate. I was reincarnated as a slave, causing my son to be wronged as well. Although he is in the body of a young master, his life is worse than that of a slave. The house is like an invisible person, except for himself I'm afraid no one will take it to heart.Seeing her son trying to copy the scriptures, she couldn't help feeling extremely bitter. Although she was illiterate, she knew that scholars were noble, and she hoped that Huan'er would have a bright future. If she kept copying scriptures, how could she have time to study?It's just that if she makes more noise, Huan'er might not even be able to enter the family school.Aunt Zhao felt even more desolate, her daughter was not by her side since she was a child, she had no feelings for her, and she devoted herself to the main house, every time she saw her, she always quarreled and broke up unhappy.The son is close to him, but he doesn't know how to teach him, let alone study hard. He has to copy these Buddhist scriptures all day long until the lamp oil is gone.

Jia Huan watched Aunt Zhao embroidering the shoe upper stitch by stitch under the dim light. The exquisite and elegant pattern must have taken a lot of painstaking effort. She couldn't help but her eyes got a little wet, and she lowered her head in a busy and concealed manner. Come on, keep copying.He has to copy faster, so that he can have time to study his homework anyway, and he will never repeat the same mistakes in his life.

"Auntie, stop and have a rest, don't burn your eyes." Jia Huan went up to meet her.Although their mother and son are just transparent people in the Rongguo Mansion, and they don't pay attention to those who trample on the highs and lows, but after all, there are rules about the dignity and inferiority of the concubines. Greetings, it's like your own morning and evening, but the time is much longer, and often it takes several hours to stand.Now that the mother-in-law is visiting relatives, the aunt doesn't have time to worry about anything, but things like breaking the curtain, serving tea and pouring water, and even beating her back are endless, and she has to face many sarcastic faces, expressing against her will how much Baoyu's phoenix egg is. How can Jia Huan not be distressed by the fact that the sky is full of talents, and by the way, he receives contemptuous glances or sarcasm from others? "Hurry up and go to study. You don't have to worry about Auntie's affairs. I can do it myself. Just call Que'er." Aunt Zhao immediately raised her eyebrows and scolded. "I've been reading for a long time, I just need to take a rest and loosen my muscles." Jia Huan said hastily. "By the way, Auntie has something for you." Aunt Zhao hastily rushed out a pair of shoes these days. She took the needle yesterday and hurriedly took it out and said, "Hurry up and try it on. If it doesn't fit, Auntie will give you another I'll change it for you." Jia Huan hurriedly went to change the shoes, they were neither too big nor too small, they were just right.

"I said it was good." Aunt Zhao was very happy, and a loving smile appeared on her enchanting face, "Although it was not done by your sister, the work is not bad, but Que'er spent five copper coins in the shop for this trick. I bought it, but it’s not so good-looking. It’s just that the phoenix eggs took away all the good things, and we two had to make do with these pieces of satin. I’m really sorry for you. If you’re not satisfied, bear with me. I beg the master to see if I can get some better materials." "Auntie, one pair is enough, I'm growing taller, and I'll have to do it again in a while, Auntie, don't worry about it." Jia Huan didn't think of his own I just took a few more glances at the shoes on Jia Baoyu's feet. The needlework was not the handiwork of my sister Tanchun, but my mother kept it in mind. I was afraid that I would be wronged, so I specially made a pair of more delicate ones for myself. The shoes, but the words are ugly.Seeing her son's nonchalant expression, Aunt Zhao gritted her teeth, "I'll ask that damn girl Tanchun to make a pair for you tomorrow, and I'll be chasing the main house all day long, and I don't even think about how many people are around that phoenix egg. How could I get her to be courteous, not to mention taking care of my younger brother, she also crawled out of my intestines, so there is no reason to bend my elbows." Aunt Zhao became more and more angry as she spoke, and her voice couldn't help raising her voice. "What's there to be angry about, my aunt. My pair are comfortable and beautiful, so why bother to be idle?" Jia Huan smiled, blocking Aunt Zhao's words.He has long ignored those extraneous things. In his heart, the entire Jia Mansion will disappear, and the private property of each house will be confiscated. Not to mention that the aunt's full-hearted plans have come to naught, and she has added sins for nothing. A pair of shoes with a little fabric is not worth mentioning.Besides, Jia Baoyu's final outcome was worse than him. Anyway, he can rely on his own hands to eat, and his life is considered well-off. Jia Baoyu has become a monk.It's just that the monk's temple is a clean and quiet place. With Jia Baoyu's appearance, he might end up like Qin Zhong.

"Huan'er, don't be a fool when you study. I'll point at you to show your strength, so that the girls can see how good we are." Aunt Zhao couldn't help being a little stunned when she heard her son's flat tone.But she heard from those old people that copying too many Buddhist scriptures can easily change one's temperament, and now her son doesn't know how to fight, and his eyes are full of peace, what should I do?If she gets older and doesn't want to marry a wife and have children, who can she rely on in the future? "Huan'er, you can't do this, we have to fight hard, the things in the second room belong to him, Jia Baoyu, and you are also the son of the master." Aunt Zhao was in a hurry, not caring about the seniority , grabbed Jia Huan's clothes, and persuaded him in a low voice.

"What kind of nonsense is Auntie talking about?" There was a sudden yell from outside the door, with a bit of anger in his voice.