The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 12
Tanchun added, "Since Aunt Zhong is ill, if there is no capable person around to help, Brother Cong will probably not be able to leave. It should be excusable for him to come to pay his respects to the old lady later!"

This was a beautiful statement. It not only relieved Mrs. Wang, but also gave the old lady a step down. It was better than saying that Jia Cong didn't take the old lady seriously.

Mrs. Wang shed tears, and the old lady smiled and said, "I was confused! I made your wife suffer!"

Mrs. Wang didn't dare to express her grievances. She quickly wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "My wife can't bear what the old lady said!"

Jia Mu pulled up Baoyu and said, "I wrongly blamed your mother, and you didn't remind me!"

Baoyu hurriedly said, "I am biased against my mother and said that Brother Cong is not going to go? It's all wrong. If my mother doesn't admit it, who will I push it to? I have to admit this mistake, but the old lady won't believe it!"

"That makes sense. If you don't go and kneel down to your mother, just say, madam, please don't feel wronged. The old lady is getting old. Let's look at the precious jade!"

Jia Baoyu was about to do it, but Mrs. Wang stopped her, "You silly boy, for the sake of a child, do you still have to accompany me on behalf of the old lady?"

Baoyu didn't kneel down. The old lady looked at Xifeng and said, "Don't you remind me that my wife can't control this matter. You, the brother and sister-in-law, can still control it. Go and see his mother and son. If the house is If there's anything missing inside, I'll make it up."

Wang Xifeng complained in her heart, but she had no choice but to accept the matter. She also understood what the old lady meant. It was impossible to make up for what was missing. His intention was just to let her go and see why Jia Cong didn't come to the old lady. Greetings.

She heard Jia Lian murmur last night, saying that Brother Cong didn't know where this fortune came from, or which nobleman fell in love with this. Even so, trying to sharpen someone in the backyard was like a dull knife. Cutting one's flesh makes one suffer unspeakably, but one cannot complain of suffering.

In her heart, she actually wanted to be on Jia Cong's side, no one else. Although Jia Cong slapped Rong Guofu in the face this time, the slap actually landed on the head of the house.Mrs. Xing is her mother-in-law, and she often makes her angry.

Since Jia Cong had no intention of going to Rongqing Hall to find Boring, he would naturally not remember this incident.

Early in the morning, the three people in the house, regardless of master or servant, gathered around the Kang table and ate the breakfast that Huaping brought from the kitchen. They took care of Mr. Zhong and drank the medicine before he went out.

He didn't put on the flamboyant black fox fur cloak. He only put on the sheepskin jacket that Zhong asked Huaping to modify for him. The clothes were still very thin, but they were still much better than yesterday. In addition, After practicing Wu Qin Xi, his body's energy and blood were strong and he didn't feel much chill.

Behind him was Old He Tou, the husband of his nanny, Grandma He. Both of them were honest and useless people. They were born in the same family and were not favored by Jia She and his wife.

Because Jia Cong had been fed by Grandma He for a few days when he was a child, he simply gave the two of them to Jia Cong. Although together they received one tael of silver from the Jia family a month, their daily work was just doing odd jobs, and there was no What kind of effort can Jia Cong do here?

Today, when Jia Cong went out, Lao He was helping to feed the horses. Unknown to me, Wang Shanbao came over in a hurry, scolded Lao He, and urged him to chase Jia Cong.

The original person had almost never left Ningrong Street. The farthest place he traveled was home school. He had no idea about Shenjing and had no sense of direction when he went out. It was cheap to have Lao Hetou follow him.

Knowing that Jia Cong was going to visit the bookstore, Old He took him out of Ningrong Street, turned onto Cross Street and headed west, passing through Dongsan Tianshui Lane, across from Taimiao Street, also commonly known as Bookstore Street. .

This place is opposite the back door of the brothel on a street to the west. It is usually a favorite place for literati. Although the road is not easy to walk in the snow, it is also crowded with cars and horses, and there is a lot of people, and people with business burdens are passing through. Full of fireworks.

At a glance, Jia Cong saw that there were rows of bookstores of various sizes, and most of the people gathered at the door were people in rich clothes.

He had no idea about the price types of books in this era. After visiting a few bookstores, he had a rough idea of ​​the prices, and decided to choose the largest and most popular bookstore.

In the best position of this street, there are two large bookstores on the left and right, one Jixian Hall and the other Yuqing Hall.

The two bookstores face each other, and their decorations are almost the same, just like McDonald's and KFC in later generations; they are also busy with people coming and going.Jia Congxin walked into Jixian Hall.

The bookshelves are filled with books, but when you look around, you can see that most of them are reprinted versions of ancient books, and they are very expensive.

In addition to the Four Books and Five Classics of poems, songs, and poems, there are also Shiwen, Dibao, and some reference books similar to "Eight Parts Collection".

When the waiter saw that Jia Cong's clothes were really unremarkable, his eyes were glued to Jia Cong. Seeing that Jia Cong was about to open a book, he hurriedly stepped forward and held the book in both hands, saying that he wanted to help Jia Cong open it, but he didn't. He moved and asked, "Which side does this gentleman want to see? I can help you read it!"

Jia Cong was stunned for a moment, not knowing why, but Lao Hetou, who had more knowledge of the world than Jia Cong, couldn't help but said, "Are you afraid that my father broke it and can't afford to pay for it?"

"How can you do that? This book is not cheap. The cheapest one starts with only two taels of silver. If it is really damaged, it is not a matter of compensation. It is not a problem if you don't compensate. You have offended the customer for nothing!"

Unexpectedly, after so many choices, I chose a restaurant like this.If you go out now, you will be looked down upon even more.

Jia Cong laughed angrily, "How do you know I can't afford to pay for a collection of poems? I'll put the two taels of silver here first, and you can show me. If it gets damaged, I'll just pay the original price."

For the sake of the two taels of silver, the waiter looked at Jia Cong's body suspiciously. Although he was worried, he had to hand the poem book to Jia Cong.

Separated by a screen, several people were holding a brazier and guarding the tea stove, drinking tea and reading poems.

One of them sang slowly, "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow in the distance, because there is a faint fragrance! The words are simple and natural, but the artistic conception is far-reaching, rare and rare!"

"I heard that the noble man paid the price of a fox fur coat. Anyway, I have read through all the poetry collections from the past to the present. I have also asked my uncle, but he has never seen this poem. If the third master Jia borrows it, then Who did you borrow it from?”

"No matter who you are or what dynasty you are, this kind of poetry will always be passed down. I wonder if this time the Huahui Bureau will send an invitation to the Third Young Master Jia?"

"This...can't be said!"

To be able to participate in the Huahui Bureau, you not only need talent, but also identity and background. The most important thing is to be able to catch the eye of that person.

The sound came faintly, mixed with the movement of the shopkeeper running back and forth bringing tea and water.

With the endorsement of these two taels of silver, Jia Cong was able to browse through the books in the bookstore under the close supervision of the waiter, and fully understand the intellectual structure of this era.

He flipped through a new edition of "Classics and Meanings Model" and read the splendid articles of recent scholars in the two subjects. He watched how the talented people solved the topic, how to take the topic, and how to invest in it. He saw the title "Shun" written by Enke in the first year of Taiqi. "I also ordered Yu", he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Since this collection of poems costs twenty taels of silver each, I wonder at what price the poems in this collection are being collected?"

There are basically twelve poems in a collection, and each poem has a different signature, so they are clearly collected.

The waiter looked at Jia Cong as if he were a fool and was speechless for a long time.

Did this child also hear that the young master of the Rongguo Palace made two poems and became famous, and he came here without knowing the heights and heights, and wanted to imitate him?
　The first!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)