Jia Huan's Counterattack in the Red Chamber

After some quarrels, the small courtyard returned to calm.As if nothing had happened, Mr. Huan continued the lazy reading just now.

Aunt Zhao rolled her eyes, regardless of his half-dead appearance, she just continued to do her work, and after a while, there was a chrysanthemum embroidered on a small sleeve that was not vulgar but also very beautiful.

After reading for a long time and eating a lot of melon seeds, a certain young master glanced outside with some bright eyes, stretched his waist, picked up the abacus and began to fight. At this moment, Aunt Zhao's eyes were caught by his eyes. Attracted, those eyes stared intently at the numbers on Jia Huan's abacus.

Ask her why she values ​​it so much?Naturally, the numbers on the abacus represented the amount of silver that Jia Huan wanted to keep with her.

That's right, for the sake of peace, Jia Huan would put a little money with Aunt Zhao every time, no more.

Aunt Zhao had used any method, hit and scolded, and it was impossible to take away a sum of money from Jia Huan, but no matter what she did or said, Jia Huan would not give him a dime. He can only give as much as the number calculated on the abacus.

After all these years, Aunt Zhao gave up.

Fortunately, as Jia Huan grew older, the number on the abacus would naturally increase kindly, otherwise Aunt Zhao would not be so resigned to giving up.After thinking about coming and going for a while, Jia Huan finally raised his eyes.

"20 taels, I'll give you a round number." Taking out two small bank notes from her bosom, Aunt Zhao smiled instantly.

At least 20 taels of silver in a month, what kind of business this kid is doing, it seems to be quite profitable, think back when his family was working in Jia's mansion, no matter how shameless and greedy they were, they never got so much in a month Yinzi, even if you become an aunt, it is impossible.

Think about her pitiful two taels of silver monthly bill, what is it enough for.

If it weren't for this brat's subsidy, she wouldn't have the money to buy this bright dress. Sure enough, Mrs. Wang is jealous of her beauty.After receiving the money, Aunt Zhao was in a particularly happy mood today, as if she had forgotten the quarrel just now.

Jia Huan shook his head, feeling a little helpless towards his aunt.

But in the final analysis, in this Jia's mansion, she is the only one who is sincere. Apart from herself, he is the one who loves him the most. Although this kind of sincerity is not very much, he does not expect to get that kind of undemanding maternal love.

Jia Huan sat down again, clutching the book in her hand and started to be in a daze. After Aunt Zhao finished embroidering the sleeves, she happily left with the bank note.

For some reason, I suddenly missed that idiot. Without his protection, that idiot didn't know what it would be like to be bullied by other Xiaogongs.

While distracted, Jia Baoyu rushed in from outside the house, his soft and tender face was full of joy, ran to Jia Huan's bedside, took his little hand, and showed his brightest smile.

Jia Huan lowered his eyes, and when he opened them again, his complexion had already changed, the laziness of an adult disappeared, replaced by the innocence of a child.

"Huan'er, guess what I'm happy about today?"

There was a hint of confusion on the cute little face of a certain young master, he stared at the past with his big black eyes, pouted his mouth and complained, "Second brother Bao, did you see the beautiful sister again?"

Jia Baoyu: -_-|||

"Well, you guessed half right. Today, an old ancestor told me that Sister Lin is going to Beijing. Have you heard of Sister Lin's excellence?"

Facing Jia Baoyu's shining eyes, a certain young master shook his head knowingly.

Jia Baoyu burst into a brilliant smile instantly, and the cracked arc at the corner of his mouth made Jia Huan deeply suspect that his mouth would be scrapped.

"You don't know how many times my ancestors talked about Sister Lin. In the past, my aunt wrote back and mentioned Sister Lin. She is a fairy-like character with a nice name and a good-looking person. Now that she encounters such a thing, she should Come to Beijing to take a look, let the ancestors and sisters take care of one or two, and relieve some pain, Uncle Lin is a big man, how does he know how to comfort her."

A young master: —_—!!! It’s muddy, her father is obedient to her, and those days are a million times better than those in Jia’s mansion.

Speaking of which, has the plot reached this place?Lin Daiyu is about to go to Beijing, and it will not be long before Xue Baochai goes to Beijing.

"Second Brother Bao is right. Didn't the ancestor say that Sister Lin would come, so just wait patiently, and then you will know what Sister Lin looks like."

"That's right. I heard it's only a few days, but I can't wait any longer."

Jia Huan frowned, "Second Brother Bao, why are you so anxious? There are so many maids in the house who are all good-looking, with a little dressing up, they are all beauties, and they are still grown-up beauties. Just say me Those girls in the room are pretty good? Also, sister Yingchun Tanchun is also very good-looking!"

After hearing this, Jia Baoyu gave him a hard look, "I have a feeling that sister Lin will definitely be the most beautiful I have ever seen."

Jia Huan: →_→Is this the so-called tacit understanding?It sounds so perverted, Jia Baoyu is so lustful, why are there so many people who love her to death, this is unscientific! ! !

A certain person's face was stinky, and it had to be said that he was envious and jealous of Jia Baoyu.

The phoenix egg of Jia's mansion has never been very good at looking at people's faces. He talked a lot in a certain young master's room excitedly.

In the end, Jia Huan calmed down, lowered his head and did not cater too much. After a while, Jia Baoyu's excitement was calmed down. After hurriedly giving Jia Huan his unique secret recipe, he left Pidianpidian.

Holding the freshly baked secret recipe and rouge, his complexion finally improved a lot.

Speaking of which, anyone who has seen the Red Chamber knows that Jia Baoyu is good at making rouge.

Jia Huan, who is new to the city, has little capital. Such a plug-in does not need to be used in vain. After coming and going, Jia Baoyu has a younger brother who shares the results, and the enthusiasm for creation is greatly increased. Jia Huan used these rouge to greatly improve his own funds. The problem has indeed achieved a win-win result.

In this world, the best money to earn is women and children's money. Jia Huan's small rouge shop can make such a big profit. I have to say that Jia Baoyu is actually quite useful.

He got up, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and walked out of Jia's mansion with Fang Zi, maybe he wanted to open another rouge shop.

A rare day of rest was spent quietly in Jia Huan's busy career. On the second day, Jia Huan had to go to class in peace. He did not have the privilege of Jia Baoyu, and naturally he was not as arrogant as Jia Baoyu.

After getting up early to greet the old lady at Rongqing Hall, he went to Rongxi Hall to greet Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang, and then walked out of Jia's mansion alone without bringing any servants, and headed towards home school.

At this moment, Jia Baoyu was still lying on the bed dreaming.

When he arrived at his family school, Jia Huan took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone as always, and began to grind the ink without being attended by anyone.This school is not much different from the setting in the original book. There are not many people who like to read, and a lot of them just goof around.

Since Xue Pan hadn't gone to Beijing yet, the Jia family's family education was considered normal, and there was no messy relationship, and even if there was, it wasn't to the point where everyone knew about it.

Jia Huan was still grinding ink, when a pretty good-looking boy came over, "Hey, are you so serious? I write and practice calligraphy every day, why haven't I seen you recite one more word!"

This young man is Jin Rong who has a good relationship with Jia Huan in the original book. Although he is considered a master in his home school, most of them are because of the help of Ningguo Mansion.Facing Jia Huan, the grandson of a genuine Rongguo mansion concubine, he didn't have much confidence.

Jia Huan rubbed his ink indifferently, and didn't plan to talk to him. Speaking of this word, it was also a great pain in Jia Huan's heart.In my previous life, when I had no money, I was forced to learn multiple languages ​​by myself, and even read good characters.

But now it seems that it is a bit redundant.

It would be fine to say that it was a waste of effort in the previous life, but it took decades to practice pen calligraphy, and now, it has become a dog crawling hard, this heart...

The child's hands are not strong enough to hold the pen, so it is understandable that the handwriting is not good-looking, and a certain young master has never written more strokes in traditional Chinese characters, so although this young master knows it, he still The writing is not much different from that of a dog crawling, and it is very good if it is not messed up.

In this school, there are many people who write like dogs crawling. Among them, our hero Jia Baoyu is included. Jia Baoyu, who is a few years old, also does not have the ability to write well!

So, a certain young master is relieved, but he can practice secretly or something, what would he say? ╮(╯_╰)╭

Seeing that he didn't answer, Jin Rong smiled, knowing that he had once again stepped on the boy's vitals, "Why don't you teach me how? You put so much effort into it, it's useless at all."

Jin Rong was very proud to show his big characters, although they were not eye-catching, they were at least a thousand times better than Jia Huan's.

Jia Huan: →_→Boy, just wait for me.

Jia Huan pursed his lips in displeasure, unwilling to lift his eyelids, dipped some pen and ink, and quietly began to practice calligraphy.Holding his large characters, Jin Rong became more and more happy.

You're pretending to be an adult, I've seen your sullen temper, why don't you hit me when you're not happy?Brother can be generous and give you a bite.

It was almost time, Jin Rong returned to his seat in a good mood, raised his eyes to Jia Baoyu's seat, curled his lips.

***

The sixth old man is a bit old, but his knowledge is still passable, and he also speaks such articles so eloquently and hypnotically.

After listening to the lecture for a while, a young master should almost feel sleepy, so he never thought about listening to lectures, and he did it by himself every time he came to homeschool.Although the sixth old man was not very happy, he didn't bother him too much.

Today, Jia Baoyu was late again, and he hadn't let the boy come to say hello. The sixth old man, who regarded himself as a husband, had a stinky face, as if he dared not speak out.

As long as Jia Baoyu and Jia Huan are together, the difference in treatment is very obvious. For example, every time the old man has to ask Jia Baoyu if he understands. Grandson follows.

Huan Sanye followed far behind, doing spot checks with those who didn't have much money to study at home.

If Jia Baoyu was late and asked for leave, the old man would make trouble, but not too much, but if Jia Huan was late and left early, the consequences would be unimaginable. The sixth old man would definitely sue Jia Zheng and ask Jia Zheng to punish him.

For Jia Zheng, who has always been known as a scholar, although he still loves him, he is not relentless when it is time to strike.

At this moment, facing Jia Baoyu's late arrival, Jia Huan had become accustomed to it, and took care of himself on the white rice paper, taking the trouble to write down his name stroke by stroke.

A certain ring of paper about the size of A4 can only clearly write four characters, and if you write any more characters, it will become lumpy, which makes a certain young man very angry.If I had known earlier, I would also learn calligraphy.

A young master is still writing big characters, and the six old masters have finally finished their homework today, but at this moment, Jia Baoyu is long overdue.

Jin Rong glanced at the old man's extremely ugly face, curled his lips, and saw a good show