Jia Lu through the Red Chamber

Jia Lu, a fake kid, also loves to play with Jia Lu and Jia Qiang, because their little thoughts can always bring some small news.Of course, it’s fine with Han Qi, although he can say some things, but he is more of a tosser, and Jia Lu can’t bear it anymore, as long as Han Qi touches her, she will cry, and everyone will know that Jia Lu Lu "don't wait to see" Qi Geer.

There have been a lot of things going on in the mansion recently, people coming and going, non-stop, Rong Qiang's two brothers don't have much interest in studying, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is the day of reunion, so Jia Jing decided to let the clan school take a ten-day vacation. The two who were free joined Jia Lu's side, so they were in the mansion.The following scenarios are often seen:

"Little aunt, I heard that brother Qiang is doing very well in ethnology. Dad said that I will be able to finish after a few more years of practice. Brother Baoyu has not yet entered school at the age of four. People in the clan say he is delicate!" Baoyu said. At the age of four, everyone in ethnology entered school at the age of four.People who are different from ordinary people are always rejected by ordinary people, which is understandable.Nodding as if there was something serious, Jia Rong looked at it and kissed her hard.

"Little aunt, I went to the West Mansion today to pay my respects. I saw Brother Lan. My lord said he was older than you, but I think Brother Lan is thinner and weaker than you." Jia Qiang picked up her lotus-root-like arm and bit it. a mouthful.Jia Lan was born, so Jia Zhu died?Waving his arms, looking at the sticky saliva on his skin, he frowned in disgust, and cried "ahh".

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In the process of playing and being played, heck, in the process of continuing to understand the situation, the full moon day will soon come. Although it is Jia Lu's full moon, the child's body is fragile, and he is afraid of being shocked by the wind when he is taken out. So although Jia Lu is the protagonist, she has been staying in the house, listening to the maid about the banquet outside with her mother.

In the evening, a woman with a kind face and a slightly plump figure came down to the delivery room surrounded by maids and daughters-in-law with fatigue in her eyebrows. She ordered the maids to wait outside, and entered the room by herself. greeted.

"Sister Zheng, you are here, sitting here, these days are thanks to you, Cui Ge, make a cup of tea quickly, let your wife go to get tired. I am not in good health, and I just caught up with this first-born sister , my daughter-in-law is too young to be overwhelmed, if you hadn't been working on turnover adjustments, I don't know what you would have been busy with? I'll treat you to a meal tomorrow, thank you very much."

Mrs. Wang, Jia Zheng's daughter-in-law, shook her head indifferently, followed Han's hand and sat on the stool beside the bed, took the tea from Cui Ge, thought about the tea, took a sip, Fang said,

"What did my sister-in-law say? It's an honor for my siblings to help my sister-in-law. What about your girl, bring me to see. I've been working for her for so many days. Let me take a closer look."

Mrs. Han beckoned the servant girl to bring Jia Lu in, and Mrs. Wang hugged her tenderly. She was very familiar with her. Thinking of the little Baoyu and the young Lan Geer, it was clear.

Jia Lu eats well and sleeps well these days, and the wrinkled skin she had when she was just born has also loosened up. She is white and tender, like a bun. Her eyes are not like her mother's narrow and long Danfeng eyes. Staring at people, the big eyes like black grapes made people love it all the time. The focused eyes reminded her of her eldest son who died young.

Seeing Mrs. Wang's sadness, Mrs. Han thought of her eldest son Jia Zhu when she turned her eyes.

"Good girl, what are you doing? My girl is just full moon, so you can't cry."

Mrs. Wang laughed:

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I just thought of my Pearl, who was so cute back then."

After hearing this, Mrs. Han became a little unhappy. Comparing someone who died young to her girl, is she cursing her daughter?

"Don't think too much about it. Although Zhu'er has gone, there is still Lan'er. Fortunately, the niece and daughter-in-law have left Zhu'er's blood, and there will be some shades for her in the future."

Mrs. Wang really didn't want to hear about Li Wan's Nakefu, and she didn't even like her grandson Jia Lan very much.But although she doesn't like to talk much, she still has the ability to read people's eyes, and she knows that it's almost over.

"Fortunately, I still have a big girl and Baoyu."

Speaking of Jia Yuanchun, Mrs. Han couldn't help being puzzled. It turned out that Yuanchun was born the earliest, and now he is fifteen or sixteen years old, but he has never heard of seeing him, so he asked:

"My eldest daughter, but I want to see her. In a family like ours, although the girls are married late, they always have to look at each other early. Why are you silent?"

Mrs. Wang sighed,

"Just as I was about to say, our family's situation is no better than yours. Rong'er and Qiang'er are both older, and I'm afraid they are going to play. In our house, Lian'er is the first one who doesn't like to study, and Baoyu and Lan'er are young and big. The master is not on errands, and our master is not someone who can make money, for the sake of the mansion's century-old plan, the old lady and the master plan to send them to Yuanchun Palace."

Han was startled,

"What's the matter, although the successors of the family are weak, but at least the old men are still there, and they can last for another 20 years. By then, Baoyu and Lan'er will definitely be able to make their mark. Why should the eldest sister go somewhere? "

"This is something that can't be helped. Although the old men can support it, but in the future, when the brothers grow up, the old man's benevolence will be dispersed, and he will not be able to help. Why not take advantage of the old man's absence for two years, when the old man's benevolence is deep, and the eldest sister enters the house." I have to go to the palace and earn some money so that I can be a backer for my buddies in the future."

Mrs. Han is not stupid, Madam Wang said this, how can she not understand?The Wang family first mentioned Jia Zhu to make people feel sympathetic to her experience, pity that Rong Mansion has no successors, and then mentioned Yuan Chun, doesn't it mean that they want the clan to support them?

Really, to put it nicely, it's all for the young buddies in the mansion. This Rongguo mansion is not for the big family. After all, it's not for the prosperity and wealth of their second house. It's really not enough.

Originally, the master said that this Mrs. Wang was not as kind as she appeared, but she still didn't believe it. Now it seems that she was able to send her beloved girl there. It breaks my heart to think that her girl will be sent there.

"I'm sorry for your motherly love. I'm afraid it's not an easy decision. I understand what you mean. I will tell the master when he comes back." Anyway, it's not her daughter, so let her go!

Mrs. Wang said again,

"When I was entertaining just now, I heard that brother Yun of sister-in-law Yun's house in the back corridor lost his father. I feel sorry for his small family. There is no man in the family. I wonder if it is in our house? It's time to help out."

Hearing this, Mrs. Han laughed angrily. If she had said this before, Mrs. Han would have regarded her as a pity for the old and the poor, but at this moment, she was really happy. Well, he actually wanted to meddle in clan affairs!

"It doesn't need to bother Madam, our mansion has already provided a share, and the master in front is also discussing, and the clan will also set aside a special share for those widowed and lonely clan members."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the tea bowl and closed his eyes without drinking.

Mrs. Wang also knew that she was seeing off the guests, so she quietly got up and told the maid beside her:

"Look at your wife. I'll go first."

But I kept cursing in my heart: I don't know how to be ashamed, and I don't know what kind of temper I have.