The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 47 Old Friends in Liaodong
Hou Da bowed his hands to Jia She and congratulated him, "It's not like I'm being rude here. It's obvious that 'a young phoenix is ​​as clear as an old phoenix'!"

Does this mean that Jia Cong, a seven-year-old child, is stronger than Jia She, a father who is over [-] years old?

Jia She was not angry in his heart, but he twirled his beard and said with a smile, "How dare a dog falsely follow such good advice? If you say so, it will be a blessing for all generations!"

Zheng Haoshi had to go back again and begged Jia Cong, "Brother, the eldest master said that I have the final say in my studies. Brother, come back with me quickly. Mr. Hou is waiting in a hurry." ”

Jia Cong stood up slowly. Zheng Haoshi shouted to his two boys to come in and pack their things. He grabbed Jia Cong and ran home. Fortunately, it was only a mile away and he arrived in an instant.

In Jia She's outer study, no one on the staff was there. Jia She carefully sat with a middle-aged man wearing a straight jacket and a bun on his head to drink tea. When he saw Jia Cong coming in, he stood up nervously and said, " You bastard, why are you here so late, why do you want me to wait?"

"Hey, Mr. Jia, why are you doing this? I didn't hand over the post in advance, but it's rude of me!"

"This..., if you haven't come over yet, please meet Mr. Hou, the general manager of Dongshan Garden!" Jia She said.

Jia Cong saluted the man, but before he could bend down, Houda mentioned him and said, "Are you the disciple of Brother Xia Jinxia? I heard about it and asked Master Dao for a job specifically just to meet him. Your side!"

"Junior doesn't know, I'm late, please forgive me!"

"It's okay!" Hou Da took Jia Cong and sat down, "I met your master on the way here. I said you were a good disciple, but you didn't ask me to see. What's going on in hiding? If you don't mind, Don't call me sir, call me uncle, your master and I are not the same person."

Jia She felt very sad. Just now, while waiting, Hou Da was very arrogant. He and Hou Da exchanged a few words of greetings, but Hou Da ignored them. Now, he was so affectionate towards Jia Cong.

"Uncle Hou, my nephew has met Uncle Hou!" Jia Cong followed suit, which made Hou Da very happy. He recalled, "Back then, I fought against the Tatars with your master Xia Jin in Liaodong. At that time, he and I We made a bet to see who could kill more Tatars. He chopped off one more head than me. When it comes to brothers, he is the brother and I am the brother!"

What heroic years these are!
Jia Cong heard a hint of melancholy in his words, "Uncle Hou is here. I heard that he is sending an invitation to his nephew?"

"Exactly, Master Dao saw your poem and liked it very much. He wanted to see you in person."

Houda waved, and a little eunuch waiting in the room came over, holding a brocade box in his hand. Houda took it and opened it. Inside was a post with gold and dragon paintings. The golden light was dazzling and magnificent. He opened it. , handed it to Jia Cong.

"This is the invitation from the Dongshan Flower Club this time. It was written by Master Tao himself. It's very hard to find outside!" Hou Da said to Yourong, "After so many years, this is the first time I've seen someone in front of you. At such an age, one can receive posts.”

Jia Cong took it over and saw the characters running like a dragon inside. He couldn't help but admire it in his heart. His name was written on it and the signature was "Dongshan Taoist".

Jia Cong originally thought that he was going to the Dongshan Flower Club with the people from the Zhongshun Palace. Unexpectedly, he would get a post. The meaning of this is very different from going there based on someone else's post.

"Master Dao's love makes Jia Cong ashamed; on the flower fair day, Jia Cong will definitely go there early to express his gratitude to Master Dao!" "Okay, on the flower fair day, I want to see my nephew's style!" Hou Da said with his own eyes Seeing Master Dao's appreciation for Jia Cong's poems, he also lamented that at such a young age, he had such talent. Even if the emperor did not issue an order, Master Dao would still leave a post to Jia Cong, inviting Jia Cong to meet him.

"This is the first time Uncle Hou is here. Why don't you sit down for a while and have wine and food before leaving?" Jia Cong kept it.

Jia She, who was left out in the cold, also hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay. Houda thought for a while and nodded, "I still have two posts to send, but I am not in a hurry. This is also the first time for my nephew to participate in the Flower Fair. Let’s talk about some matters while drinking.”

When Jia She heard this, he was overjoyed and ordered people to go to the kitchen to prepare a fine banquet. At the same time, he ordered people to go next door to inform Jia's mother and invite Jia Zheng to come and accompany the guests. The other party followed people like Dongshan Taoist, and they must talk about poetry and poetry at the table. , I don’t know shit, and if I am embarrassed, I can’t neglect the distinguished guest.

In Jia Zheng's study, Jia Yucun was listening to Jia Zheng describe what happened to the family in the past few days with a desolate heart, "Brother Cong is not sensible. If such a big thing happened, who would have thought that Jixian Hall would be affected by it?" He suffered a disaster, and behind him was an official from the Ministry of Rites, but a memorial from the Yushitai sued the Duke of Rongguo. What a disaster!"

Jia Yucun had already scolded Jia Cong in his heart. He thought that this matter was a dirty deal. He was at a loss when he heard Jia Zheng said, "But don't be anxious, nephew. I have already said hello to the officials." , the nephew’s name has been filled in, and we will make other plans when the Ministry of Personnel makes a list of vacancies.”

Jia Yucun was immediately overjoyed. He stood up and bowed deeply to Jia Zheng, "I'm counting on Shibo!"

Just as he was about to say more, Jia Zheng's boy came in, "The eldest master over there sent someone to send a message, saying that the master steward from Dongshan Garden has sent an invitation to Third Master Cong. He wants to stay for a meal. Please invite him to come over." Keep me company!"

Jia Zheng stood up with joy on his face and asked, "Did you come here in person to deliver the invitation to Cong'er? Is the post for the Dongshan Flower Club?"

"Yes!"

Jia Zheng said "good" three times, rolled up his sleeves and walked out the door. After taking two steps, he felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw Jia Yucun hurriedly apologizing, "Originally, I wanted to keep my nephew's meal, but I just I’m afraid I can’t do it now, but if my nephew comes another day, let’s have two drinks together!”

"Shibo's family is so happy that he has come from heaven. Please go and go. My nephew is no better than anyone else. Shibo doesn't have to worry about it."

Jia Yucun actually didn’t know what the Huahui Bureau was about. Although he was a scholar, he came from a poor background. When he lived in Hulu Temple, if it hadn’t been for the 50 taels of silver from Zhen Shiyin, the eunuch from the next town, how could he have gone to Beijing to take the exam? ?
In the Rongqing Hall, Daiyu, Sanchun and Baoyu were talking around the old lady. When the mother-in-law sent by Jia She mentioned the meal, Jia Mu laughed happily and asked, "Say Would you like to invite the second master to accompany us?"

"Yes! The eldest master asked the kitchen to prepare good banquets!"

"Deserve it, deserve it!"

It happened that Jia Zheng ordered someone to call Baoyu and ask him to go with him to meet the guests.

Baoyu was unhappy in every possible way. He twisted his hips and refused to go. Jia Mu advised him, "Good dear, go quickly. I am here, and I don't dare to do anything to you. You little man, brother Cong, Who knows how to entertain guests and hold up the scene? You are brothers, so go and help him."

(End of this chapter)