The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 32

It is said that it has been one and a half months since the day Lin Daiyu entered the mansion. Although her first impression of Jia Baoyu was not very good, she could not stand up to the latter's soft-heartedness. In addition, Jia Baoyu was indeed handsome, sweet-mouthed, and very considerate, so after going back and forth, the relationship between the two became familiar. They often played together, like childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts.

Jia Baoyu is naturally very excited now that he has the opportunity to show his talent in front of Lin Daiyu, but he is also a little worried.

At this time, Madam Xing laughed and said: "The Eldest Master, Second Master, and Uncle Zhen have all given their lottery, shouldn't the old lady also show something?"

Jia Zhen immediately booed: "That's not true, the old lady is the biggest rich man here, she can just grab a handful of her own money, but it can't be less than 50 taels of silver."

Jia Mu laughed and scolded: "You monkeys are only counting the old woman's own money, that's all, I will pay ten taels of silver, just enough to make up 100 taels!"

"No, no, no, ten taels of silver is too petty." Everyone booed.

Jia Mu had no choice but to say: "Then I will give you another good thing."

Wang Xifeng grinned and said: "What good thing? Tell me first to see if it's worth it. If it's not worth it, you'll have to make up for it. Anyway, it can't be less than Uncle Zhen's 50 taels of silver."

Jia Mu gave Wang Xifeng a look, and said with a smile: "If it's not enough, Feng girl, you can make it up for me, and you should honor me as an old lady."

Wang Xifeng groaned and said, "It's broken, my mouth... isn't it self-inflicted? Fortunately, any good things hidden in the attic of the ancestors are worth hundreds of taels of silver. I don't think I need to make up for them."

Everyone was amused by Wang Xifeng's gag again, and the atmosphere became even more exciting.Jia Zheng smiled and said, "What are you planning to study, Mother?"

Jia Mu said, "You are the examiner, so you will decide the test questions."

Of course Jia Zheng understood that everyone was setting up a stage to sing for Baoyu, just to make the old lady happy. If he was serious about the scriptures, the little beast might not be able to answer them.

As soon as this remark came out, Jia Baoyu was so excited that he almost jumped up. Poetry is his best skill, and he is the winner tonight.

Jia Huan glanced at Jia Baoyu who was beaming with joy, and then glanced at Jia Cong, Jia Lan, Jia Zhu and others who were frowning beside him in deep thought. Then he poured a glass of wine and drank silently.

Since ancient times, there have been too many poems about plum blossoms, all of which are badly written and vulgar, and almost all the exquisite sentences have been used up by the predecessors. Therefore, it is really difficult to write good poems about plum blossoms.

Since Jia Zheng said that girls can also participate, both Lin Daiyu and Jia Tanchun were eager to try.Needless to say, Lin Daiyu is proud of the world and full of talent. Jia Tanchun is also a talented woman. She initiated the first knot poetry club in the original "A Dream of Red Mansions". Although her poems have not won the first prize in previous poetry clubs, they are also very good.

As for Jia Yingchun and Jia Xichun, they are much different. Jia Yingchun, who is known as Er Mutou, is very mediocre and cowardly, not as strong as Jia Tanchun, while Jia Xichun has a bit of expertise in painting, but not good at poetry.

Closer to home, let’s say that after Jia Zheng came up with a problem, someone immediately brought up a few desks and prepared pens, inks, papers and inkstones. All the participants conceived intensively, while the others waited quietly. From time to time, gorgeous fireworks would soar into the sky, embellishing the sky on New Year’s Eve, with a strong sense of the New Year lingering.

At this time, Jia Tanchun was the first to stand up, obviously already had a draft, she walked lightly, walked to a desk and began to transcribe, then Jia Baoyu also walked to the table, little Jia Lan was the third, while Jia Cong and Jia Zhu were still thinking hard, but Jia Lian, Jia Rong and Jia Qiang were calmer. Well, the others are just supporting green leaves, so they don't bother to fight. Of course, even if they want to fight, they don't have any skills. If they sing some pornographic ditties, they are very good at it.

Jia Huan took a sip of tea and subconsciously looked towards the women's seats, but happened to meet a pair of bright eyes that were like water, and it turned out to be Lin Daiyu. Due to the cold weather, she put on a gorilla felt cloak to cover her figure like a weak willow Fufeng.

Lin Daiyu's first impression of Jia Huan was good. It was thanks to the latter's suggestion that day that she avoided making a fool of herself, so she gave Jia Huan a valuable Duan inkstone as a gift to express her gratitude.

For more than a month, Lin Daiyu and Jia Tanchun lived together, but through getting along with the latter, she got to know Jia Huan to a certain extent. Unexpectedly, this cousin Huan, who had a calm temperament and a faint bookish air, was so stubborn before, but after being injured once, he became like a different person. Breathtaking.

Lin Daiyu was thinking about it. Jia Tanchun and Jia Baoyu over there had finished writing their poems and handed them to Jia Zheng. At this time, Jia Yingchun and Jia Xichun also stood up, obviously thinking about it.

Lin Daiyu was not in a hurry, and quietly knocked on the melon seeds. In fact, with her quick thinking, she already had a draft, but she was so lonely that she didn't bother to take the lead. When she saw Jia Huan over there also drinking tea leisurely, she couldn't help but wonder, could it be that this person has a plan?
Although Lin Daiyu is relatively petty, she has an exquisite mind, so she naturally understands that Jia Baoyu is the main character in tonight's play, so she doesn't intend to steal the limelight, and just writes a mediocre poem chanting plums, but seeing Jia Huan like this, she suddenly changes her mind.

At this time, Jia Yingchun, Jia Xichun, Jia Lian and others also finished writing one after another, leaving only Lin Daiyu and Jia Huan.

And although Jia Huan's recent performance is a bit abnormal, given his past image, even if he can't make it in the end, everyone will not be surprised, and they won't care, but Lin Daiyu hasn't done it yet, which surprises everyone.

Fortunately, at this time Lin Daiyu finally moved to the desk, and at the same time, Jia Huan stood up slowly and walked to another desk. The two of them seemed to have made an appointment. Seeing this, Jia Baoyu was a little bit savored, and thought: "Huan'er is quite capable of pretending, but it depends on what kind of crooked poems you write."

Wang Xifeng stared at Jia Huan, feeling inexplicably uneasy in her heart, now she couldn't understand Jia Huan more and more, among other things, Wang Lusheng, the porter foreman, was quite clever in tidying up the porter, is this a coincidence?Or is there really such a brilliant mind and wrist?This kid is only seven years old!

Thinking of this, Wang Xifeng couldn't help but think about the health check that day when Xiaonian, Xiao Que'er poured tea and wet her boots, and when she went home to change her shoes, she happened to encounter her husband having an affair with Bao Er's wife.

In an instant, Wang Xifeng couldn't help feeling chills down his back, it's impossible!This is absolutely impossible! !
Wang Xifeng quickly denied this idea, even if she was killed, she would not believe that Jia Huan had such a skill, after all, it was too evil!

Indeed, if Jia Huan hadn't read "A Dream of Red Mansions" and knew the story of Jia Lian and Bao's second wife in advance, no matter how clever he was, he would not have been able to set up this situation.

At this time, Jia Huan and Lin Daiyu finally finished writing the poems one after another, and handed over the poems to Jia Zheng, who then began to comment.

The first song was written by Jia Tanchun, and I only heard Jia Zheng read: "The embroidery needle pierces the paper to paste the window, and the fragrance of the plum blossom is penetrated."The ants also know that spring is good, so they dragged the flowers up to the east wall.

Jia Zheng stroked his beard and smiled, "It's not bad, but the intention is not good."

Jia Tanchun's poem looks like it was written by a boudoir woman, and it is vivid and interesting. However, when a poet writes a poem, he must not only look at the words and sentences, but also look at the scene and conception.

However, it is quite good for the eight-year-old Jia Tanchun to have such a level. I believe that with the increase of age and experience, his pattern will be opened.

At this time, Jia Zheng picked up the poem written by Jia Baoyu again, and recited loudly: "The branches are bright and the flowers are sparse, and the children are luxurious in spring makeup. There is no snow on the winding threshold of the idle hall, and the sunset is on the flowing water and empty mountains. Youmeng is cold with the red sleeve flute, and the fragrance of immortals is in the crimson river. The predecessor must be a Yaotai species, and there is no doubt about the color difference."

When Jia Huan heard it, he had to sigh that Jia Baoyu was quite talented in this area. This poem about plums was better than Jia Tanchun's in terms of words and sentences, as well as in conception.

"How is Baoyu's poem written?" Mother Jia couldn't help asking when she saw that Jia Zheng hadn't commented on it for a long time.

Jia Zheng glanced at Jia Baoyu, Fengshen's handsome son, coughed lightly and said, "It's still good, it's better than Sanyatou's song."

(End of this chapter)