Red Mansion: I am Jia Lian

Chapter 90: Grasping the sense of proportion is the most difficult

The emperor's face looked bad. Zhang Ting'en could see it clearly from the sidelines, but he was not worried at all. After being in contact with him for so long, I already have enough understanding of what kind of temper this emperor is. how to say? Don't let this person hold a grudge against you. Once you are grudged, it will really last a lifetime. With this person's character, if he really wants to hold a grudge against someone, he won't have the patience to talk nonsense with you.

Judging from the current situation, Zhang Ting'en judged that Emperor Chenghui was not dissatisfied with Jia Lian, let alone held a grudge, but instead had a strong appreciation for Jia Lian. What Zhang Ting'en was worried about was nothing else, but that Jia Lian was still a little too young. Once the emperor took a fancy to him, he would have endless work and endless things to do in the future.

Today is an emperor who wants to do things. Among the civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty, there are very few officials who are willing to do something to change the status quo.

In the Zhou Dynasty, which was founded a hundred years ago, the cake that needs to be divided has long been divided. If you want to touch the cake that has been divided, the vested interests have many means to hinder you. I can't stop the emperor, and I can't stop the people below. What?

It is definitely not possible for these vested interests to let him do things. If he is allowed to cause harm to the people doing things, he will use one method after another.

Jia Lian has been thinking about a problem. It is okay to work for the emperor, but he cannot make himself a donkey of the production team. He must maintain a certain degree of autonomy and belong to the emperor's ship. Only in this way can he not become the second Zhang Ting'en. To fight for the emperor is to take a lot of risks. Emperor Chenghui is naturally fine if he is alive. What if he is gone?

The principle has been established, you can do things, but you will never be at the forefront.

Let's put it this way, Jia Lian is already prepared. In the future, when Emperor Chenghui is gone, he will still have to protect Zhang Tingen's descendants.

It is said that one dynasty is the emperor and one is the minister. Isn't this based on Jia Lian's background? The biggest advantage of being born in a noble family is that as long as you don't seek death, you will most likely perish together with a dynasty. Jia Lian didn't think so long-term, just a lifetime.

As expected, Emperor Chenghui was not angry. Instead, he stared at Jia Lian, whose expression remained unchanged, and pondered for a moment before saying, "What reward do you want to ask for?"

Please pay attention to the meaning behind the word "asking for reward". If it were someone else, if you don't do the work, there will be others rushing to do it. But having said that, just because Emperor Chenghui has offered a reward that will definitely be honored, it doesn't mean you can open your mouth.

Jia Lian gave a seemingly vague response: "The work hasn't been done yet. It's done. If you think the work is beautiful, I'll give you three melons and two dates. As long as you don't do it in vain."

Zhang Tingen heard this response from the side and thought: Steady, too steady. How did you do it at such a young age? Alas, judging by this, the living environment in Rongguo Mansion is a bit of a training exercise.

"Slippery!" Emperor Chenghui smiled, his appreciation for this guy growing in his heart.

The most difficult thing to grasp when dealing with leaders is the sense of propriety. Human sophistication has nothing to do with ability. It can only be developed after suffering many losses and being fooled. Of course, this also depends on talent. Some people can practice it once or twice, and some people can still do it after decades of practice.

The native Jia Lian's talent was good, while the modern Jia Lian's talent was average. The Jia Lian in front of him was a suture monster that was a combination of the two.

The communication between Jia Lian and Emperor Chenghui can be explained clearly in one sentence, "I will try my best to do a good job, and you can reward me if you think it is good." 】

A person's origin determines his starting point. Some people's starting point is terrifyingly high, such as Jia Lian.

With a background like Jia Lian's, you really have to do your job well. Failure to give a suitable reward was Emperor Chenghui's failure.

On the other hand, Jia Lian handed over the decision-making power to the emperor. This was not to embarrass the emperor, but to show that he knew how to advance and retreat.

This is how imperial power is. What I give to you is yours. If I don't give it to you, don't reach out randomly.

Seeing Emperor Chenghui's reaction, Jia Lian felt a trace of bitterness in his heart.

This is the era of imperial power! It's completely impossible to maintain your personality. Objectively speaking, there is a certain degree of dependence + cooperation between the imperial power and the nobles.

"Nothing else, you go back first. Once you get out of this door, you have an idea of ​​what you should say and do." Seeing that his mood had stabilized, Zhang Ting'en hurriedly came out to chase people away.

Jia Lian also knew that it was time to leave, so he quickly bowed and bowed: "Teacher, take care, I wish you good luck, I'll take my leave."

After doing this very skillfully, Jia Lian raised his legs and left. Emperor Chenghui didn't care that he left without asking for permission. After all, this was Zhang Ting'en's home court, and his consent was enough.

When Jia Lian had gone far away, Zhang Ting'en made a gesture of greeting him with a big gift. Emperor Chenghui raised his hand in advance: "No need to pay tribute!"

Zhang Ting'en still bowed and said: "The etiquette cannot be abolished!"

Emperor Chenghui didn't care. He found a chair and sat down on his own. The emperor's character was like this. If you like someone, you really care about him. I think you are good everywhere, but if you make him hate you, he will really punish you to death.

"It is God's will that Jia Lian can be born in Rongguo Mansion. Jia Daishan has a smile on his face." Emperor Chenghui felt this. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was a weirdo. Rongguo Mansion is like a sieve, no information can be hidden. This kid was able to hide until he was thirteen years old by pretending to be stupid. When he couldn't hide anymore, he stood up and showed himself, and then the momentum became unstoppable.

Zhang Ting'en said the answer he had been thinking about for a long time: "Maybe it has something to do with the loss of his mother when he was young?"

"Yes, not entirely." Emperor Chenghui synthesized various information and had his own judgment, but he did not say it out loud. After all, everyone knows that burying nails in a courtier's house would be too embarrassing to mention.

Emperor Chenghui was thinking of Jia She, whose original intention of moving out of Ronxi Hall was probably to protect Jia Lian.

How to talk about this matter? The deeper the house and compound, the more filth and evil people gather there.

It's not particularly surprising that such an environment has brought up a weirdo.

Jia Lian in the courtyard was stopped by Zhang Wu. Jia Lian, who was proud of his talents in front of Zhang Ting'en, immediately put a flattering smile on his face: "Master, if you have something to do, just ask me. I will try my best to handle it well. If I can't handle it, I will do my best." , you won’t open the door next time.”

Mrs. Zhang Wu originally liked her husband as a student, but when she saw the behavior of a top nobleman in front of her, she couldn't help but feel bad, and she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

"It's not a big deal. My brother Wu Anzhong went to Beijing to prepare for next year's general examination. I don't have to worry about it because of your teacher's guidance on craftsmanship. Anzhong's arithmetic is not very good. I heard from your teacher that you are a genius in arithmetic. Looking back Anzhong has arrived, and I would like to ask you to help me improve my math performance."

After hearing this, Jia Lian did not agree immediately. Instead, he touched his chin and pretended to be old Chen and pondered for a while. Zhang Wu was very curious and then said: "It's a bit troublesome!"

Zhang Wu..., what's the trouble? What trouble could you have?

"When I meet him, should I call him brother or brother? Or should I respect him as senior? If I call him senior, how can I teach him?" Seeing this guy frowning as he thought hard about this matter, Zhang Wu couldn't help but said: " Poof!"

After finally calming down, Zhang Wu smiled and said, "I can't control this. You can discuss it later."

Jia Lian looked like "I have thought about this problem very seriously" and nodded: "Okay, we will talk about it then."

When the Zhang family and his wife were chatting after dinner, Zhang Wu mentioned this matter, and Zhang Ting'en also spit out a mouthful of tea on the floor.

When there are no outsiders, Zhang Wu can laugh happily. Zhang Ting'en laughed and scolded: "It's so strange to say that Jia Lian is like a child only in front of a good wife."

Mrs. Zhang Wu was quite surprised and said: "Really? Oh, I was still thinking at the time. This kid is so funny and has such a good temper. I see him having fun every time, and he is in a particularly good mood."

Zhang Tingen stopped smiling and pondered slightly, still saying the same thing: "Xu lost his mother when he was young, and felt the love of a good wife. Rong Guo Mansion looks bright and beautiful from the outside, but outsiders have no way of knowing what it is like inside. "

Mrs. Zhang Wu also stopped smiling and sighed slightly: "Isn't it like this when there are too many people in a family?"

There was a knife hidden in these words. When Zhang Tingen saw that Chi Yu was about to be harmed, he quickly changed the subject, "Don't worry about An Zhong's matter!"

"How can we rest assured? The Wu family is such a single seedling. Whether it can bring glory to its ancestors all depends on Anzhong. My mother in the family wrote that when Anzhong left, her soul came with her." When Zhang Wu mentioned her mother, , with a sad look on his face.

"My mother-in-law is old, otherwise she would have to be taken over, so you might as well fulfill your filial piety." Zhang Ting'en's mouth became sweet, and it was also covered with several layers of honey. After hearing this, Mrs. Zhang Wu felt very comforted. She shook her head and sighed: "It is also Anzhong's business to fulfill his filial piety. After passing the examination, it is up to him to decide whether to take his mother with him to take office."

Zhang Wu has a good grasp of the water thrown out by a married girl. Besides, don’t the Wu family want to lose face? He obviously has a son, but what is it like for his mother-in-law to live in his son-in-law's house?

Let's put it this way, according to the understanding of ancient people, how many modern young people treat the elderly are accused of being unfilial. Some so-called "father-haters" would have been imprisoned in the pig cage in ancient times.

PS: Randomly complaining, do the [father haters] hate the father? I hate that she wasn't born into a wealthy family, right? Parents who raise such a person would be better off raising a dog. Dogs all know that when they wag their tails at their owners, they must be worthy of the dog food. This kind of man is worse than a dog!

The affairs of the Zhang family are not Jia Lian's concern. Naturally, he has to rest first when he returns home. Rest is for better work.

The weather is getting hotter, and Guixiang is becoming more and more unrestrained. Well, this can't be blamed on Guixiang, the main reason is that she is a little anxious.

The masters in the Rongguo Mansion are all very popular. Jia She, the master of Dongkuoyuan, has to replace one or two maids every three to five months. If he is lucky, he can give birth to a boy and a half girl. , for example, Yang gave birth to Jia Cong. Those who are unlucky will always be a maid. When they get older, they will be given a servant, and the children they have are called family children.

This is the age of dependence in life. If a maid wants to be a master, she has to work hard. No matter whether there are good results or not, you have to have the opportunity to give. In any era, opportunity is the most difficult first step for ordinary people, regardless of men or women.

Looking at Guixiang, who always wanted to do something, Jia Lian's anger gradually increased. Although this maid is full of arousal, she is more uneasy because she has not done anything practical.

When there is no one else in the study room, there is only one button left on the cinnamon collar. Jia Lian can measure the scale with just a touch of his hand. Jia Lian is not a serious person. Doesn't he want to add fuel to his own fire?

Guixiang, who was holding the iced sour plum soup, came closer, spring water flowing in her eye sockets, and her words were hooked: "Second Master, do you want a slave to feed you?" Jia Lian decided to teach this presumptuous maid a lesson, which was also an explanation for her: "Come here with your ears!"

After whispering, Guixiang's face was as red as the clouds, her body was weak and she leaned on her shoulders coquettishly: "My maid can't do it!"

"You have to practice more if you don't know how to do it. Otherwise, if you just set fires and don't put them out, you'll get pimples on your face." Jia Lian plausibly seized the moral high ground.

Guixiang wanted to say that this was not what she wanted, but it was not something she could decide. Fortunately, this is also an improvement, isn’t it?

Half an hour later, Guixiang came out of the study with tears in her eyes and a flushed face, attracting side glances from the other servants.

Was this taken care of by the second master? Should we spread this gossip?

Guixiang, who spent a stick of incense gargling his mouth, called several servants to him after he was done, and said with a stern face: "Second Master is preparing for the provincial examination. It is a critical time. If someone chews his tongue in this yard, it will cause trouble." Come to influence the second master’s preparation for the exam. There is a shortage of fertilizer under many trees in the Dongkua courtyard. I think there are plenty of servants in this courtyard.”

The servants saw that Guixiang was confident in speaking, and her waist was harder than before, so they all put away any small thoughts.

The lives of servants are worthless in Rongguo Mansion!

A few servants died, and they went to Shuntian Mansion to report a sudden death, without causing any splash.

Jia Lian, who rarely entered the state of a sage, soon began to have a flood of thoughts and started writing.

Three days later, Li Heng sent an article titled "Overview of the Current Situation of Europa" to Emperor Chenghui.

Jia Lian tried to write it as simply as possible, so he started with the rise of the Ottoman Empire and the interruption of the Silk Road. In order to find a sea passage to India, obtain spices, and silk, tea, and porcelain from the great Eastern Empire mentioned by Marco Polo, the names of Spain, Portugal, the Netherlands, and England, these small European countries that made a difference in the Age of Discovery, were listed one by one. Come out and attach a simple hand-drawn sketch.

It took Emperor Chenghui an hour to read this nearly 10,000-word article, which was written entirely in vernacular. After reading it, he had a rough understanding of the continent of Europa and even the entire world. When he looked at the pen name at the end of the signature, it was still [Nonsense in Dreams] 】.

Looking up at Li Heng, the rebellious son, the excitement caused by the article gradually subsided, and Emperor Chenghui felt very complicated.

The two are obviously similar in age, so why is the gap bigger than that between a human and a dog?

Emperor Chenghui felt the hurt caused by the comparison and decided to go to Yuanchun's place to spend the night early tonight, hum!

"Hurry up and publish it. Change your pen name to [Nonsense]."

Seeing Li Heng exit with excitement on his face, Emperor Chenghui felt a little more comfortable. Speaking of this newspaper, it was really a good thing and it was so easy to use. There was such a huge commotion when the post was revealed last time, but it was all carried away by an article in this newspaper.

[Little slickhead, I'm looking forward to the surprise you bring next time]. Thinking of this, Emperor Chenghui got up from get off work and his pace rarely accelerated. Although it was still early, some of his emotions urgently needed to be vented.

(End of this chapter)