[Red House] The First Imperial Merchant

Chapter 61 Copying Scriptures

When Jia Huan returned to Aunt Zhao's small courtyard, he could still feel the gaze that Mrs. Wang cast on him just now, with hidden ruthlessness, and the needle point piercing her back.Seeing everything just now, Xue Pan naturally saw how much his aunt disliked Jia Huan, fearing that in the days to come, he would try every means to torment Jia Huan.There was a hint of worry hidden in his eyes, Xue Pan thought of Jia Huan's ruthlessness, and he just reassured himself that this little wolf cub would not bite off Mrs. Wang's flesh. I am afraid that Mrs. Wang would not be able to make a big move. The trace of worry disappeared.

Aunt Zhao is really happy to see Xue Pan. Her son is a dragon or a worm, and she will only wait for the spring of next year, and all this is thanks to Xue Pan's careful cultivation. She didn't see that Ren'er was very close to that phoenix egg, but The only one who took a fancy to her elder brother Huan was sincerely teaching her knowledge.

"Uncle Xue drinks tea." Aunt Zhao carefully brought the tea to Xue Pan.

Xue Pan took the tea and thanked him.To avoid suspicion, the big snow door outside was not closed, and there were no one missing in the room except for the three maids and women. Xue Pan and Jia Huan sat on the stools, and Aunt Zhao brought tea and went to sit on the couch two meters away. Well, although she is vulgar, she also knows how to guard against the tongue of the subordinates. The main courtyard is eager to find out their faults and spoil her son's good deeds. Aunt Zhao has been holding back all kinds of things for her son's future these days, and her temper is much more docile. Not scolding and spoiling, Jia Zheng liked it and stayed here all the time, and Mrs. Wang hated it even more.

After drinking tea for a while, Xue Pan put down his teacup and got up to leave. Jia Huan, who had been sitting on the side in a daze, stood up and respectfully said, "Master, I'll see you off."

Xue Pan raised his eyebrows. Ever since he arrived in Jia's mansion, this guy acted like a stranger, revealing unfamiliar rules everywhere. Xue Pan knew that Jia Huan was playing a show, but he still couldn't get used to Jia Huan who looked like a stranger. , Rigid and well-behaved like Jia Zheng.

The two of them went out of the courtyard gate and walked more and more sideways along the path. Seeing that there were no servants, Xue Pan tied up the tie of the cloak for Jia Huan, and said: "Stay at home during these days and read silently. It's better to go less."

"I'm afraid I can't help but hide in my shell like a turtle." Jia Huan's eyes showed sarcasm, and said: "The old lady looks down on me, a bastard who is not on the stage, and she is upset when she sees me, so she won't ask me to greet you sooner or later. But my good 'mother' is the person who respects the most rules, and I should not say hello sooner or later, and often copying a Buddhist scripture is also a common thing---" Raising his eyelids and scanning Xue Pan, Jia Huan swallowed the vicious words in his mouth, master No matter how much he doesn't like Mrs. Wang, Jia Huan doesn't want to make things difficult for the master, no matter where the relationship between the two families is.Pretending to be relaxed, he said: "Master, don't worry about me. I also know a little about my mother's methods. Besides, there is no direct evidence that I did it back then. She is vacillating in her heart, and she is angry. I can't get this life--"

"The more you talk, the more terrifying it becomes." Xue Pan pinched Jia Huan's fleshy cheek. When he first arrived at Xue's mansion, this guy had no excess flesh, and the dry and depressed expression on his face was not cute no matter how you looked at it. There is more meat, and it looks cute and beautiful like a child. "If you love fighting, just play tricks, but don't bet on your body. If I find out, don't call me your master in the future."

"Understood." Jia Huan lowered his eyelids, and then thought of something, like a ghost, and joked: "If I don't call you master, I'm afraid Zhao Hongyi will be so happy, I won't let that guy succeed!"

"I'll send it here when it's done. It's cold outside, so hurry back and get warm---" Xue Pan took out a purse from his pocket, and handed it to Jia Huan, "I almost forgot about this, I gave you the right in advance as a New Year's gift. "

Jia Huan took the purse, which was dark blue and embroidered with dark patterns. It was so simple, if it wasn't for the traces of the patterns, it would look like a pocket sewn with blue cloth. Yes, Jia Huan couldn't figure it out and was embarrassed when Xue Pan opened it up, thinking about---

"gone."

Looking up, he could only see Xue Pan's back in the snow in the fiery red cloak.The purse was removed from the bottom of his hand, and there was a bag of gold and silver beans in it, in the shape of simple small animals and small flower bones. Jia Huan was holding a bag of gold and silver beans, his heart was itchy and uncomfortable, his eyes couldn't stop the soreness, he twitched Nose, the silver bean rewards the servant, the golden bean is probably for him to use, and he didn't give the silver directly, so why not take care of his self-esteem?

Jia Huan frowned, the back of his hand was wet, he sniffed, and carefully covered the purse and stuffed it into his chest. The warm one walked back step by step silently with his head down, and embroidered shoe uppers and pleated skirts appeared in front of his eyes. .

"Brother Huan, I have something to tell you." Wen Gentle voice.

Jia Huan lowered his head, didn't look at the person but knew who it was, and called out politely: "Sister, I'm inconvenient right now, how about we talk about it some other day?"

When Jia Tanchun saw Jia Huan cowering and bowing his head in such a dull manner, his hopes were reduced a lot. Just now when the maid said that Brother Huan's return this time was very different from the past, Jia Tanchun was heartbroken towards this concubine brother. Naturally, she was a little more hopeful, at least she worshiped Xue Pan as her teacher, if Jia Huan won the fame, her life would be much easier in the future, at least she would live without earning or looking at her.

"You want to go back to Auntie? I'm with you. Anyway, we just chat for a few words---" Before the words fell, he saw Jia Huan's red eyes, which looked like he had cried. He couldn't help comforting him: "Why? Cried?"

An impatience flashed in Jia Huan's eyes. His own sister had learned good tricks in her previous life, and she used to climb high branches to ridicule their yards. Nothing is engraved in the bottom of my heart than Zhao Guoji's death. It was my uncle. My uncle was promoted to the inspection point of the nine provinces at the end of the year, and another uncle came out there. Although it was Aunt Zhao who made a fool of herself first, it can be seen that this sister did not regard her and him as relatives at all.

Jia Huan holds grudges, but he also remembers them well, especially in his previous life when he was used to suffering and no one treated him well. In this life, if anyone misses him in his heart, he would give them all.But Jia Tanchun didn't cherish it, maybe Jia Tanchun didn't look down on his timid younger brother either!

That day when Jia Huan framed Mrs. Wang and got stab wounds all over her body, Jia Tanchun avoided it like a snake and scorpion. He was afraid that Mrs. Wang would hate him if he touched Jia Huan. A basket of broken pastries seemed to send off the servants. Aunt Zhao was heartbroken for this, and Jia Huan didn't want to see Jia Tanchun anymore. Not to mention the fact that she was far away in her previous life, it is now that Jia Tanchun treats her like this. Although he would not hurt Jia Tanchun because of Aunt Zhao's face, he would not help, Jia Huan only regarded Jia Tanchun's status as "the first daughter" of Jia Tanchun.

"I, I didn't memorize the book well, and I can't remember it all the time. I was just scolded by the master---" Jia Huan pretended to be timid and ignorant, and pulled Raja Tanchun's cloak with one hand, begging pitifully: "Third sister, you are good at reading and learning, can you teach me?"

Jia Tanchun's eyes turned cold, and all the hope in his heart was extinguished. He pulled out the edge of the cloak that Jia Huan was holding without a trace, and said with a gentle smile: "Read more books and memorize them. If you can't memorize them, read them several times. I'm afraid I don't have time to accompany you." You study, the housekeeper's affairs---"

Since Wang Xifeng was pregnant and had a baby, she let go of the big and small affairs of Jia's mansion. Mrs. Wang came back to take over, but she put all her thoughts on building the provincial garden. In addition, Jia's mother was worried about Mrs. Wang's housekeeper, fearing that she would take money from the mansion to build the garden. No one in charge could be singled out, so Li Wan and Tanchun had to be co-housekeepers. Li Wan was a widow and no one could offend him. After a period of time, he has also honed to be capable, but there is a bit of Wang Xifeng's shadow.

"Oh, it's all because of my bad memory. I forgot that the third sister is very busy with the housekeeper." Jia Huan rubbed her eyes pitifully, with a reluctant but sensible look, and said, "Then I'll go back and study by myself. Third sister, what did you just want to say to me?"

Jia Tanchun was really disappointed with Jia Huan at the moment, shook his head, smiled and didn't bother to socialize, and said stiffly: "I originally wanted to say study hard, but since you know I won't say more, go back soon!" The path went first.

Jia Huan stared at the back of Tanchun leaving, his eyes were full of sarcasm.

Three days later in the evening, Jia Huan was sitting on the couch with Buddhist scriptures, pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the desk. He raised his eyelids and glanced, and said calmly, "Where did you write?"

"If dampness is born. If transformation is born. If there is color. If there is no color. If there is thought..." This is the third chapter of the "Diamond Sutra", a part of which is only a hundred or so words. Jia Huan started from the afternoon Please An has been copying until now, which is considered slow. I am afraid that Jia Baoyu can write faster than him.

Sure enough, Mrs. Wang lowered her face and said harshly: "However, why haven't you finished writing hundreds of characters all afternoon?"

Jia Huan yawned openly, and said with guilt on his face, "Last night I stayed up too late to read and endorse. The master asked me to write policy theory. I couldn't write well. He punished me for copying it ten times. My wrist hurts... .”

Mrs. Wang's face was dark, but she was blocked speechless, and said bitterly: "Study is important, but I also do it for your own good. The imperial examination is coming soon. You have to copy more scriptures and worship the Bodhisattva to seek blessings. In this way You copy it first today, go to bed early at night, worship Bodhisattva with me in the morning, and copy the scriptures in the afternoon, when you arrive..."

Jia Huan should be one by one.

Two days later, Jia Zheng brought a stack of Buddhist scriptures copied by Jia Huan to Mrs. Wang, with a dark face, and said, "You did a good job!" Throwing the scriptures on the table, he said bitterly, "Huan My brother followed the devil, and he only copied scriptures and books all day long, chanting about the blessings of the Bodhisattva, if this is the case, all the poor children in the world will worship the Bodhisattva and go to high school, who will study hard?!"

Mrs. Wang hated Jia Zheng's angry look even more, she didn't show it on the face, and said gently: "I also think about Brother Huan, who would have thought that Brother Huan misinterpreted my meaning and just copied the scriptures. "

When Jia Zheng heard this, his anger was half vented, and he hated the iron and said: "I thought that evil animal could read, but if he didn't realize it, he would become a master, alas!" Thinking of Jia Huan's memorization of a book several times I remember, Jia Zheng sighed with his hands behind his back, and said: "His qualifications are probably dangerous. I dare not read and copy this scripture anymore. It is good to read a few more books, so as not to lose face---" "

Mrs. Wang was stirring the veil under her hands, gnashing her teeth with hatred in her heart, and said virtuously on her face, "I shouldn't be copying scriptures..."

The author has something to say: no change tomorrow, grandma's birthday will be busy!

Good night everyone [The chrysanthemum flower that only rose four times when rubbing the oil clip [Frustrated face]