Daguanyuan Food Research Bureau

The medicine cannot be stopped.

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Jia Zhu was floating in the Rongguo Mansion without a clue, and there were familiar flowery and wooden pavilions everywhere, but the viewing angle was different from before, as if she was staying out of it.

It was the first time I had such an experience, but it was not very pleasant.

He is probably dead?Jia Zhu was thinking uncertainly and wanted to pinch herself, but only felt a gust of night wind blowing.

Sighing softly, he descended slowly. The ground still had a sense of substance when he stepped on it, but the dead leaves under his feet were still curled up, and the grass he stepped on did not make any sound or collapse.

Jia Zhu stepped forward and stopped when he passed Mrs. Wang's courtyard. The main room was pitch black, but the windows of the small Buddhist hall were still lit.

Jia Zhu staggered in, held the door of the Buddhist hall, and saw her mother at a glance. She was kneeling on the futon, her hair was scrupulously tied up, and she was dressed in very plain clothes. The Buddhist hall was deserted, but no charcoal fire was lit.

He only saw the back, but his heart seemed to be grasped suddenly, and he called "Mother" in a difficult voice, but Mrs. Wang remained motionless.

Jia Zhu thought of Li Wan's book that he had found randomly at that time.

If you are not married, follow your father, if you marry, follow your husband, and if your husband dies, follow your son.

Mother is already old, and Jia Huan is still not her own. What will she do when she gets old?Not only can't be filial, but also let her white-haired people send black-haired people...

There was silence in the Buddhist hall, Jia Zhu slid down the door frame little by little, tears pouring down like rain, but those tears just splashed a little light, then disappeared in the air, leaving nothing behind.

He half-kneeled and half-crawled to Mrs. Wang's side, and knelt with her until the clock rang twelve times before Mrs. Wang got up, and was escorted back to the back room by the servant girl.

Jia Zhu was still kneeling there, staring blankly at Mrs. Wang walking, while the maid on one side was holding a candle, and the three of them slowly disappeared into the darkness.

I only rest at this time, and I have to take care of the housekeeper tomorrow morning. I don't know if I will rest well.Jia Zhu thought, stood up little by little, knelt like this for a while, he finally recovered and accepted the fact that he had become a wandering spirit.

Jia Zhu smiled wryly, "It's okay, before leaving, I visited all the family members, and I don't think much about it anymore.

Having made up her mind, Jia Zhu walked alone towards Jia's mother's yard, passed through the closed corner door without any hindrance, and bypassed the dozing old woman. Jia Zhu saw Yuan Chun who was already asleep.

The pillow towel was wet, presumably she had cried.

Jia Zhu felt ashamed in her heart.Thinking of what Baoyu said back then, he probably understood that his uncle Wang Ziteng had plans.

Because of his health, he didn't go any further when he became a scholar. Naturally, he couldn't help him in the officialdom.

Jia Zhu looked at the faint blue eyes in Yuan Chun's eyes, and stretched out her hand, trying to tuck her in the quilt, but realizing that she couldn't touch anything now, she froze in mid-air.

He turned around and went out, looked at Mother Jia again, kowtowed respectfully by the bed, because he didn't know where his father was resting today, he didn't dare to wander around, so he drifted straight to the gate.

At the main entrance, several doors were playing cards, his eyes skipped over the unfamiliar faces, and he smiled lightly when he saw their lively faces either laughing or frustrated.

In the past, he was disgusted, and felt that these servants trampled on the highs and the lows, with a pair of eyes of snobbery and wealth.

Now that I think about it, they also have wives, children and sisters behind them. With a good master, they can get errands and rewards, and their status in the mansion is completely different.

Unlike Jia Ying's parachute, Jia Zhu has experienced it very deeply. Before and after Mrs. Wang took care of him, he had a much better life. The monthly case is still the same.

Jia Zhu left the excitement behind, and now, without having to worry about the rules, she walked straight out through the beast head gate in the middle.

The surroundings were silent, Jia Zhu stood at the gate of Rongguo Mansion, looking at Ningrong Street wistfully, the street was swept clean, the bluestone slabs glowed dark blue in the moonlight, only the eaves of the gate were hanging beside the street The big red lanterns flickered in the howling cold wind.

Standing in the middle of the empty street, Jia Zhu felt as if she was going to leave in the wind.He raised his head inadvertently, and the five big characters "Chi Zao Rongguo Mansion" slammed into his eyes, and the pen was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into his eyes, causing Jia Zhu to be shocked. The next moment, he felt something. Pulling himself, he flew all the way, crossed the high wall of Rongguo Mansion, and arrived at Ningguo Mansion.

Behind Jia Zhu is a black oil fence, standing in front of the five gates, with a plaque hanging above his head, with the words "Jia's Ancestral Hall" written on it.

The strength of the wrist holding him is still there, and one pulls him into the main hall, passing through the heavy brocade curtains and colorful screens, the portrait scrolls of the second ancestor Ning Rong are hanging side by side in the center, and there are seven steps from the bottom. tablets.

Only the Son of Heaven can offer sacrifices to the ancestors who counted nine generations up from their ancestors. Their Duke’s Mansion only counted five generations up from Jia Yuan and Jia Yan, and Jia Zhu was counted as the ninth generation. Even so, he still looked breathless. a feeling of.

The strength that was pulling him had disappeared, but Jia Zhu felt a chill behind him.His knees softened and he knelt down.There was no sound in the ancestral hall, only the faint light of the ever-burning lamp flickered.

There was no sound for a long time, Jia Zhu raised his head bravely, and looked at the cold tablets, with only cold words, but it was not difficult for him to know how his ancestors built up their family fortune step by step, and worked hard to reduce their ranks step by step. Elevate and shade future generations.

Jia Zhu just knelt there, but felt heavy on her shoulders.

He can say that he is not the son of the eldest son, and he can even say without any pressure that since he does not inherit the title, why should he work hard for the family.

However, as long as Jia Zhu goes out, he will always wear the name of Rong Guogong's descendants on his body, and he is born to enjoy resources and advantages different from his ancestors.

Most of the family's sons in the mansion were soldiers in Duke Rong's army. Because their hometown was destroyed by chaos, they simply sold themselves to follow their old master, who was made an official and became a noble. Because of the teachings of this generation, they worked hard in the mansion.

——"I think of when I was 14 years old, I was a scholar in school, but I didn't understand anything. I was just forced to study by my father. Later, when I grew up and understood something, I often felt breathless when I saw the mansion. Now I have A sense of relief."

Jia Zhu remembered what she had said to Mu Shi back then.He lived a difficult life, and it wasn't until the old man asked his father for an official position before his death that they lived together better.

At that time, he hated those servants who watched people cook.

Later, when he got older, he saw that those in the family school who didn't know how to make progress and only wanted to have fun were from the uncle's generation.Compared with this, no matter how much he persisted, he seemed as out of place as his father.

Now looking at the genealogy of tablets in the ancestral hall, he slowly felt relieved.

Thinking about it, he smiled wryly. At this moment, he figured it out, but he was going to die. It was just adding some regrets. What's the use?

Jia Zhu straightened her back, bowed straight down, and kowtowed.

"My ancestors, my ancestors, bless my family for a safe life."

Walking back slowly, when Jia Zhu passed the study in the front yard, she saw the lights inside and stopped again.

Father was here, didn't he sleep yet?

He was afraid of the study room in his heart. When he was a child, he couldn't recite books, and his father always reprimanded him.

Thinking of the memorial tablet of the old man Jia Daishan he saw just now, he vaguely understood something.

The old man wrote a book before he died, and the emperor sympathized with it, so he gave his father the official title of chief.

Jia Zhu knew that Jia Zheng originally wanted to be born in the imperial examinations. If he got an official position, he would naturally not be able to take the imperial examinations. Therefore, his father had regrets.

Come to think of it, he still cared about his lack of fame, so he was even stricter in his homework.

When meeting in officialdom, always ask each of them what year they were born as Jinshi, and each formed a department in the same year, and they always have to support one or two.

He had heard the people in his clan say bitterly that his father was a prudish man who couldn't read, and he relied entirely on the old man's shadow, and when he got an errand, he still acted like a good boy and said he had pursuits.It's a good way to save face, I have to take care of everything and wear it all day long.

Father, in the officialdom, is it like being in the clan, because he is out of place and lonely?

Jia Zhu was sore, she didn't leave the door, but went straight through the wall, and she saw Jia Zheng writing something at his desk, while he was busy with the errands in the department.

These days he was mostly in a coma, and his grandmother, mother and younger sister often saw him, but his father had a job after all, and this was the first time he saw his father in five days.

He has lost a lot of weight, he already has a few strands of white hair, his face is tired, the pen in his hand is tightly clenched, and a tear suddenly flows from the corner of his eye.

Jia Zhu's heart was shocked, and he looked over intently, only to realize that his father had written his obituary.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to catch the tears, but saw the tears pass through his palm and drip on the word "my son".

Jia Zhu couldn't bear to look any longer, turned her head away, soared into the air, flew back to her room, and stood beside Li Wan's bed.

His wife was already sound asleep, and he reached out and stroked her frowning brow, trying to calm the worry on that face.

Finally, he turned to his unborn child.

His son, he named Jia Lan, must be a gentleman like an orchid in the future.

Jia Zhu couldn't help but wonder, when his father looked at him, did he also feel that he had to support the responsibility of a family.

When I was young, I said, "When I grow up, I will buy a big garden, and only our family will live together, so that my parents can live in whichever yard they want."

When Yuan Chun was just born, he said, "I have to take care of my younger sister and never let anyone bully her for the rest of my life."

When marrying a wife, he promised that he would die with his wife.When he had Lan'er, he happily said that he would take care of him when he grows up.

He also wanted to see his little sister who was not in the mansion again, and he had promised to take her and Lan'er to the temple fair at the beginning.

It's just that he's about to miss the appointment.

"You are such a young girl, what do you want these for?"

Jia Ying inspected the goods again, and after seeing the one she really wanted from the pile of papers, she signaled to Nanny Li, who took out a piece of broken silver from her sleeve and handed it to I missed the roast duck vendor.

"I'll use it to deceive people." She laughed.

I can't tell that this person is really good at cheating.

Jia Ying looked at the recipe in his hand that seemed to be cut out from an ancient book, and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

She found a Taoist temple to write an article for the scholar who wrote the letter for the pilgrims, cut out the words in the recipe and spelled them together, and made a lot of distracting items. It took a lot of effort to get Mu Shi's long follower to find the peddler , make this paper old.

Now, as long as you give this to anyone in the house casually, the eldest brother will be saved.