Battle of the Red Chamber Ring III

When Jia Huan woke up, he didn't know what dream he had. He was exhausted all day. Xia Yun, who was on duty, yelled a few times but got no response from the other party, so he dressed him and washed his face on his own. He took the cup again and called Jia Huan to open his mouth to rinse his teeth.

"Our young master will be the least shrewd at this time, let him do what he wants." Xia Yun tied Jia Huan's belt, and talked with Qiushou who was picking out a sachet.

"Yesterday, I heard that we walked through the small street we went out. I'm afraid we have to go farther today. You go and let the carriage be packed." Qiushou picked out the jade sachet and tied it on Jia Huan, while ordering the gatekeeper outside. Yuan Yan first went to the stable to check on the horses.

"No need, I won't go out today." Jia Huan, who was being fed honey water by Xia Yun, suddenly spoke, and Yuan Yan outside responded, and obediently stood still at the courtyard gate.

"Master, why don't you go out today?" Qiushou asked in a low voice after tidying up Jia Huan's folded collar.

"I wanted to go to Plum Blossom Mountain today, but since it rained yesterday and the road was slippery, it's better to stay at home all day. By the way, where is my master?" When I went out yesterday, I greeted Mu Kun, and the other party agreed. Since I don't want to go out, I simply go to the master to study.

"Mr. Mu should rest in the house. I heard that he painted a picture in the garden yesterday." Now that there are enough people, the news is naturally better than in Jia's mansion.

Jia Huan nodded, then walked to Mu Kun's yard.I had never heard of a concubine being able to go out alone, but Jia Zheng insisted on doing it, just to seal the mouths of everyone, he sent three or four nuns to Jinling one after another. It was the Jia family who gave birth to a child, with so many pairs of eyes watching, it was just begging others to shut up.

Mu Kun's yard is outside, where the mansion used to greet the Qing guests, but now Mu Kun lives in comfort, anyway, there are people serving at the front and back, he was originally serving at Jia's mansion, but he didn't come along, so he picked up a robbery on the way Dao's boy, who was only seven or eight years old, had a fierce look in his eyes while holding a hatchet, so Mu Kun got angry and was trained by his subordinates.

When Jia Huan arrived at the place, he saw Mu Kun holding a stick, pointing at the boy and squatting.

"Why have you gained so much weight in just over ten days? Could it be that I read it wrong?" Jia Huan leaned over, looked up and down, and looked back at Mu Kun: "Master, how many times a day do you eat?" Where's the rice?"

Mu Kun smiled: "I didn't feed it. If this kid is holding a job bowl, he doesn't care if there is someone next to him. On the first day, he ate until he vomited non-stop. While squatting at the door to vomit, he wiped his tears and said Waste, hehe."

"Heroes don't talk about being brave, can you not talk about my shit." The squatting man quit, and protested to Mu Kun with a blush.

Seeing his master, Jia Huan suddenly burst into laughter, blinding everyone's eyes. Before he could understand, the cruel stick was put on the child, and the child screamed and jumped three times. He was about a foot tall and was about to run when the stick came along like a shadow and hit his ankle. The child plunged into the grass and gnawed his mouth full of mud.

Mu Kun stepped forward and stepped on the child's back: "If you move again, the strength will not be the same next time." He pointed with a stick while talking, "Get up!"

The child also felt good, probably because he was used to the beating, and he didn't cry. He just wiped the sweat off his face and squatted back to his original position, with his buttocks pouted and his face puffed up.

"Look carefully. Fortunately, the child is dark, and his face is touched. Master, you are very kind to me, but this attack is a little too dark." Jia Huan walked to the child, looked down, and also But he looks like six or seven years old, especially the short hair on that head makes him look rare.

"Why is there no hair, but it's hot today, so it's short and comfortable." He reached out to rub it, but the child gritted his teeth at him.Qiushou, who followed beside him, showed the needle in his hand with a smile. It was so shiny that the child's face turned pale.

"Yesterday, I told him to clean up the lice on his body. He hated the smell of the medicine powder on his hair, so he cut it off all night, but it's really useless to keep the miscellaneous hair. Cut it off, but you won’t be able to go out for a few months while you keep your hair.” Mu Kun handed the stick in his hand to Qiushou, and he took Jia Huan to the gazebo beside him.

"Didn't I give you half a month's vacation? Why don't you go out today, take a good look at the Qinhuai River, and go to the Confucius Temple to worship, so that your brain can be opened up. As long as you develop a talent for poetry and songs, I will Thank goodness." Although Jia Huan has benefited a lot from the articles now, they are only from the ancient scriptures, and he pretends to be dead when it comes to poetry.Nowadays, there are many literati and poets, which one is not just a poem or two casually, those who drink wine, fortunately, he is still young now, and when he grows up to go out to socialize, he may be laughed to death by others.

"It's rainy and the road is slippery and I'm too lazy to walk, how about going out together tomorrow?" Jia Huan rested his chin, staring at the flowing water outside the pavilion, in a daze.

"Since it's boring, I don't want to delay you as a teacher. I have a topic on my desk, so you can do it first." Mu Kun was ruthless to the new kid, and he never showed mercy to Jia Huan. , he drove Jia Huan to the study and lectured the child himself.

Zhao Guoji ran home in a hurry the day before yesterday, and told his old parents about his sister's situation. They met each other the next day, wiped away his tears, and sent his old parents out. On the third day, Zhao Guoji came to the door with his nephew, but now The old mother is already here, and the words he said to give the young master more servants are echoed by the old mother: "It was originally the child of my natal uncle, let alone, if I wait for the young master to benefit in the future , if some villains point at the young master and scold him for delaying the future of their relatives, I'm afraid it will be bad."

The old mother explained to Aunt Zhao: "Although my aunt and grandma have arrived in Jinling, they are still similar to Duzhong. They met each other yesterday because of the kindness of their upbringing. In the future, they dare not do such frivolous things again. Let's not talk about it." , this matter does not have the permission of Mrs. Duzhong, if you really want to pursue it, I am afraid it will not be good for my aunt's reputation."

Aunt Zhao herself blushed, so she listened to the old mother's words and locked the door tightly. Every day she just sat with Jia Huan on her shoes and socks as in Jia's mansion, and knocked her teeth with a few wives. If you are bored, go to the yard to enjoy the flowers, if your hands are itchy, close the door and make some big money.Every day, I don't have to stand at the door to draw the curtain, and I don't have to stand to wait for my wife to eat, etc., and I live quite comfortably.

Not to mention how Zhao Guoji was complained by his pregnant daughter-in-law after returning home, and the couple were scolded by their father for delaying their grandson's schooling, and finally subsided.Zhao Guoji no longer had other thoughts, and the old mother pointed out to Aunt Zhao, and arranged a shopping errand for his brother, and the family affection became even stronger for a while.

Jia Huan managed to get his head out of the pile of books. October and November passed in the blink of an eye. The kid he adopted back then is a little different now. Looking at him, Jia Huan thought it was no wonder that his previous life was not good , even being a gangster is not as capable as this ancient gangster, so he has to study harder and harder, and finally he has an extra life, and he has a little more aptitude than others see.

Mu Kun only thought that Jia Huan was old and sensible, and he praised him in his heart, and told him to pack up his books and go out to play, while he took the children to the capital together.Those who come out of the Shizi's mansion near the New Year will report to Master Chi.

On the night of December [-]th, I don’t know which god thought of this winter’s snow, and it fell sparsely for a while, and two days later, there was another big one. The eaves were covered with a layer of honey snow, and Jia Huan put on a sable cloak and stood under the eaves looking at the snow scene everywhere.

Chun Geng, who was waiting on the side, stuffed a Tang Pozi into Jia Huan's hand, looked at the roof and said, "I'm afraid I won't go down again today. If the young master is interested in traveling, why not go to the plum grove. The wintersweet should be in full bloom now."

"But it's such a cold day, how cold it must be to go out." Dongzang was also on the side. He was more afraid of the cold than Chun Geng, and he stomped his feet even when he stood.

Jia Huan didn't say anything, but went to Aunt Zhao's place to pay her respects. Aunt Zhao felt cold, so now she just stayed in the house and didn't go out, even the meals were delivered to the house.Jia Huan sat down in front of Aunt Zhao, and the maid who was serving at the side carefully put red dates and pear flower stuffing on the table. The little yellow that Aunt Zhao picked up casually was finally brought over by the old mother, and now it is called Lv Yi, Huang Li, Yu Zhi, Lan Xin, and Chang Qing who does laundry.

"Since the two of us left the door, we have stopped news from the mansion. It's not that your Aunt Zhou finally sent a letter. It's probably because the troupe of actors raised in the mansion was disbanded, and the older ones were sent out. , only a few young ones were left, and each master got one, but these officials were also very powerful, making the mansion much more lively, and said that the eldest daughter of the Xue family was going to enter the house after the New Year. It's the palace." Aunt Zhao sneered.

Aunt Zhou not only brought a message but also wrote a letter to Jia Huan, but it was all verbal. If she wanted to talk too much, it would only add some chores. The mandarin ducks are going to beg for it.It's just that Yuanyang Dao only serves the old lady in this life, and will never marry again.

Jia Huan vaguely remembered the mandarin duck's appearance, for a moment he just pursed his mouth and didn't speak, his eyes were a little wandering, and he thought of Tanchun who was still in the mansion, looked up at Aunt Zhao, and Aunt Zhao naturally thought of her own daughter, She only thinks that her daughter is a decent young lady who is raised under her wife, so how could she think that her wife would abuse her daughter so badly.It was okay to say that there was no comparison in the mansion at the beginning, but now that there is, it shows the truth.

The author has something to say: ...the second issue of the popular science of Dream of Red Mansions.

Cao Xueqin’s ancestor: According to related records, Cao’s family is Han nationality, and should be a scholar family. They were captured by Jin around 47 Wanli and became slaves. The transliteration of Baoyierha in Chinese means domestic slave, and this identity remains unchanged from generation to generation. Even if Cao Jiafei becomes prosperous later, the nature of coating cannot be changed.

So...coating is actually a derogatory term. Don’t feel that being a coat is very honorable.

Cao Xueqin’s family was able to reach its peak because of the generation of great-grandfather Cao Xi, who was promoted to the inner court because of his military exploits, and his wife, Sun, was the nanny of Emperor Kangxi. It is said that the Jia family has more to do with Cao Xueqin's life experience, but because the fictional setting is intertwined with the facts, even the author himself will occasionally be confused, such as Yuanchun's age... --]

Another popularization of Jiangning weaving is actually not very high level. In the early Qing Dynasty, weaving officials were set up in Jiangning, Suzhou, and Hangzhou to supply all kinds of clothing and fabrics needed by the court. Influenced by the Qing Dynasty's secret folding system, Cao Xi himself was also in charge of this. [Snitching or something... It's really a brutal skill]

So what, some girls say the text is not as exciting as some words...

What can I say,... TT forgive the author for not complaining about nonsense all his life... The text can't be nonsense! ! !Did you make it, did you make it, it’s actually not easy for such a lively author to write such a serious drama, did you make it...