Red Mansions Become Baochai

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Xue Ke went home one day and saw that his daughter had finally embroidered a flower of unknown species. He was happier than his son Xue Pan who had started learning the Analects.

He took Baochai's hand and looked, and saw that his daughter's white and tender fingers were covered with needle holes, and he felt very distressed.Knowing that Baochai is not used to using beeswax to protect her hands, she hurriedly found a jar of good horse oil to use for her daughter.

While the Xue family was enjoying family happiness, the Jia family was in a state of gloom.

In order to be on the safe side, Jia's family did not resort to any dangerous rescue measures.Jia Zhu's illness became more and more serious day by day, and most of the time she was lethargic.

Because Jiazhu couldn't even swallow, Mrs. Wang could only boil ginseng soup every day and have someone force-feed him, barely hanging on her life.

On this day, Jia Zhu suddenly woke up. Seeing her grandmother, mother, and wife all standing by her bed and weeping silently, she struggled to speak.

Seeing him slowing down, everyone in Jia's mansion knew in their hearts that this was a flashback, so they hurriedly called for Jia Zheng, Jia He, Jia Lian and others to come over.

Jia Zhu was already exhausted at this time, because she couldn't let go of her eldest wife, she held on to her heart, closed her eyes and rested for a while, and seemed to hear in her ears, Jia Zhen and his wife from Lianning Mansion They all came in too, Qiangzi opened his eyes and saw that almost all the family members were here.

Jia Zhu raised her hand vigorously, took Mrs. Jia's hand with one hand, and Mrs. Wang's hand with the other, panting: "The grandson is no longer useful, so tired that grandma, wife, and father have spent their whole lives in vain. , can't be as parents hoped, to show up and become famous through the imperial examination, to glorify the lintel of the ancestors—"

Mrs. Jia Muwang was watching him cry to death, hearing this was like removing the heart and liver.

Mother Jia scolded her son Jia Zheng and said, "It's not you who force Zhu'er to write and study every day. A good child won't suffer from burns. If Zhu'er has something good or bad, you can do what you want, right?"

Jia Zheng was already extremely sad in his heart, and he didn't dare to argue when his mother complained, but just looked down at his son silently.

Jia Zhu gasped for a while, then continued: "Shu Zhu'er can't be filial in front of the old lady."

Jia Zhu turned her head to look at Li Wan. Her swollen belly was filled with her own flesh and blood.In his sunken eye sockets, a gleam of light flashed in his hollow eyes, and he reached out his hand to his wife. Li Wan hurriedly stumbled to the bedside, holding her husband's hand and weeping.

Panting, Jia Zhu looked at his wife and said, "I missed you..."

Li Wan was heartbroken, sobbed and said to Jia Zhu: "Don't worry, I will give birth to our child smoothly and teach him to be an adult. You should take good care of your illness."

Jia Zhu nodded slightly when she heard this, then looked at her grandmother earnestly and said, "After I leave, I will ask the old lady to take care of their mother and child..."

Mother Jia burst into tears, and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Zhu'er, your daughter-in-law and children all have me. I will definitely not let them suffer any grievances."

Madam Wang burst into tears, unable to utter a word, looked at Jia Zhu, but nodded repeatedly.

That Jiazhu's wish was fulfilled, she closed her eyes with a long sigh, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, she tilted her head to the pillow, and let go.

It was still dark outside, and it was raining desolately.The cloud board on the second door of Rongguo Mansion's two gates repeatedly clapped the news, and Jia's mansion turned into a plain white amidst the earth-shattering cries of hundreds of people from all over the family.

White lanterns were hung outside the gates of Jia's mansion, and the plaques on the gates were covered with white cloths.Everyone put on white clothes.

Jia's mother has lived for decades, and she has seen a lot of life and death. What's more, Jia Zhu's illness has dragged on for the past few months. I can see better.

Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang are elderly couples, and now the white-haired man is giving away the black-haired man, the pain in his heart is beyond words.

Jia Zheng is a favored official.The eldest son, Jia Zhu, was most similar to him in temperament. He was fond of reading since he was a child. He had hoped that Jia Zhu would inherit his aspirations and take the imperial examination to enter an official career.Part of the reason for Jia Zhu's illness was that Jia Zheng did not allow him to rely on the shadow of his ancestors, he was too hard on homework, and his body was not well maintained.

Jia Zheng was filled with remorse and regret, thinking that after Jia Zhu left, he would be middle-aged and widowed, leaving only two sons.A Baoyu, although born to his wife, Mrs. Wang, has a stubborn temperament and hates reading, and has never been liked by him.Zhao's newborn Huan'er is still in her infancy, and she doesn't know whether the future will be good or bad.

Jia Zheng never showed his emotions very much, the more he thought about it today, the more desolate he felt, tears welled up in his eyes like he couldn't help it.

Mrs. Wang was even more grief-stricken. Jia Zhu was her own eldest son.Mrs. Wang is not favored by her husband, and her mother-in-law may not really like her. The eldest daughter goes to the palace to be a female secretary and can't see her face. Baoyu is still young. expect?

A room full of people, three times inside and three floors outside, surrounded Jia Zhu's bed and howled endlessly.Li Wan still couldn't accept the reality of her husband's death. Seeing someone approaching to change Jia Zhu's quilt, she passed out before she could stop her.Fearing that she would mourn too much and hurt the fetus in her womb, the family hurriedly asked the doctor to prescribe anti-abortion medicine, and asked her to take it and let her rest quietly.

At this time, Baoyu Yingchun and Tanchun are still young, although they don't necessarily understand what happened, everyone in the family is so sad, they changed their filial piety clothes, and cried with adults beside them.

Jia Lian and Sister Feng were extremely busy. They also had to arrange the mourning hall, distribute the filial curtains, and send people to report the funeral to relatives and friends.

Sister Feng had not been married to Jia's family for a few months, and Jia Zhu was gone, and she couldn't help but feel sad.Come over to help Jia Mu, wipe tears with a handkerchief, and persuade softly.

Sister Feng secretly calculated in her heart that her aunt and uncle should be so sad, it should be unreasonable.Li Wan was pregnant with a child, so it was not convenient for him to be a director.I was worrying about not being able to preside over a few important events to convince everyone, but now Jia Zhu's funeral is a good opportunity.

Sister Feng was thinking about how to find a way to get Mother Jia to agree to handle the funeral.

Mrs. Wang struggled and said to Jia Mu with tears in her eyes: "Old lady, now God has no eyes to let Zhu'er go early. I gave birth to him and took care of me all my life. Although he left me today , no matter how difficult it is for me, I will do everything from beginning to end and personally send him away."

When Jia Mu heard this, she couldn't bear it, so she had to ask: "Politic daughter-in-law, can you possibly support it?"

Mrs. Wang insisted: "I'm fine, please let the old lady take care of his funeral for Zhu'er's sake."

Jia's mother had no choice but to agree to her, and ordered Mrs. Xing to watch the inner courtyard, with Jia Lian and Sister Feng helping her.

Jia Zhu died when he was less than twenty years old, which was regarded by the world at that time as a premature death.The elders in the family are still alive, and there are many taboos, so Jia Zheng is unwilling to be extravagant.

Although Shoucai and other useful things have been prepared early.In order to remember that the funeral would be more beautiful, Mrs. Wang took out the dowry privately and added a lot of things. Sister Feng and her husband also tried their best to arrange it, and everyone in the house was so busy that they didn't touch the ground.

Although Jia Zhu's funeral was not as grand and extravagant as when Qin Keqing of the Ningfu later died, in the eyes of outsiders, it was considered a decent and dignified funeral.

Mrs. Wang sent Jia Zhu away, and immediately fell seriously ill.After recovering from the illness, my spirit is not as good as before.Because from the funeral, I can see that my niece Wang Xifeng is quite shrewd and capable in doing things, and she also has a clever mouth and can speak eloquently, which is very popular with Jia's mother.Then he told Jia Mu to hand over the inner courtyard to Sister Feng.I hid behind my back, grasped and zoomed in, except for important matters, Sister Feng was in charge of all trivial matters.

From then on, Grandma Liu spoke of the second young lady of the Wang family who was really quick and would treat others with respect.Completely turned into Mrs. Wang, who on the surface eats vegetarian food and recites Buddha, seeks spiritual comfort, but is actually cold-hearted.

Jia Zhu's early death made Mrs. Wang even more frightened.If something happened to Baoyu, Jia's crown belt and furniture would be cheap for Aunt Zhao's concubine. She doted on her youngest son Baoyu and overprotected her, fearing that Baoyu would be seduced by a frivolous maid.

It was nearly three months when the news of Jia Zhu's death reached Xue's family.Mrs. Xue couldn't help crying a few times, and then she sent things to Mrs. Wang and wrote letters of comfort. Later, she heard that Jia Zhu's wife Li Wan had given birth to a son named Jia Lan.

Xue Ke also sighed to himself. Two years ago when he went to Chang'an, he had met Jia Zhu. Although his body was not very strong, he looked like a gentle and gentle Confucian student.

A few days ago, he had met the two doctors, Yang Ye, who had returned to Jinling. At that time, he was a little annoyed by the rude behavior of the Jia family. Now that everyone has gone, he doesn't bother to worry about these things.

After hearing what the doctor said, Xue Ke knew that Jia Zhu was weak, and there were also reasons why he studied too hard and his body was too weak.

Because I thought of Jia Zhu and myself.Over the past few days, Xue Pan has indeed changed his past mistakes and made a lot of progress, but it is extremely difficult to take the imperial examination career.

The style of writing in the south of the Yangtze River is the most prosperous. Hundreds of thousands of people are recruited from childhood, and only a few hundred people are eligible to participate in the examination.

If Enke is not offered, it will be a grand competition held every three years. Thousands of people from all over the world will gather in the capital to participate in the examination. In the end, only more than 100 people can be admitted to Jinshi.The ratio is [-] to [-], and in some years it is even [-] to [-], almost like thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge.

Xue Ke has also heard of many well-known talented scholars and scholars who are recognized in various places, but they have repeatedly failed in the imperial examination.Judging by Xue Pan's talent, it's okay to be a scholar.If a person asks a famous teacher to give advice, there may still be hope after studying hard for a few years.Jinshi is tantamount to winning the toad palace, maybe we should consider letting his son Xue Pan go another way?

Baochai felt even more sad when she heard about Jia Zhu's death. Although she didn't expect to wave her hand in Jinling, it would rain in Chang'anjing.But isn't time travel the so-called butterfly effect?If nothing can be changed, everyone is still like pawns, following Duke Cao’s road map to decline step by step, what else is there for her to come to this inexplicable world of red chambers?