Honglou: I really didn't want to rebel

What's the matter, you still want to downgrade yourself?

"Don't be happy about those things that don't have a shadow, first look at the things that have a shadow. If you want these, you have to make a copy for Dongfu."

Everyone stared at Jia Mu dumbfounded.

o This is a gift from Brother Cong, you must like it.But Brother Cong said, if you want to

Is this serious expression serious?

You are still holding Jia Cong's letter to Baoyu!

Everyone has an idea in mind,

Old lady, is it really okay for you to bully honest people like this?

Jia Zheng was taken aback for a moment.

What do you want me to copy?

Turning to Mother Jia and looking down,

"Huh? This inscription looks familiar! Yongmin's handwriting? Yongmin? It looks like No. 60 Eight Generations of Yan Shenggong. Who is so bold to take such a number? Keting? Chunzhai? Nanxi?"

Jia Zheng flipped through the books faster and faster,

Finally, with eyes full of radiance, he lay down on a box of books and muttered,

"Could it really be the autographed notes of Yan Shenggong in the past? How could it be?! Didn't they all be burned? The surviving wives of Yan Shenggong's mansion have a deep understanding of Confucian culture. If these books are really written by Yan Shenggong in the past dynasties, That is the foundation of eternal life!"

Seeing Jia Zheng getting more and more crazy,

Holding a book as if seeing a miracle.

?0 asking for flowers...

Jia Mu calmly waved her hand at the mandarin duck,

Then many girls saw Yuanyang take out a porcelain vase from her bosom,

He poured out a quick-acting heart-relief pill and fed it to Jia Zheng...

Jia Zheng's face flushed with excitement,

After a while, he reacted and said:

"Mother, these are really for the son?! Are they all?!"

Looking at this nearly 50-year-old person as a child,

Mother Jia nodded helplessly and said:

"But you have to make a copy and give it to Dongfu. After all, this is the jade that Brother Cong sacrificed his life for?"

Baoyu suddenly trembled,

Such a foundation, of course, cannot be monopolized by the West Mansion.Who do you want to copy?precious

They looked at Jiamu in horror,

My heart said, didn't I fold it just now?Why did it turn back again?

Many girls are also wondering,

Then I heard Jia Zheng say seriously:

"What qualifications does he have to copy the saint's handwriting? Of course, the son can copy it himself! You can only copy it when you are calm after burning incense and bathing!"

"This evil person has no virtue of self-cultivation, secondly, no will of Confucius, and thirdly, no desire to study. Not to mention copying, even touching is defiled by the saint's handwriting!"

Mother Jia nodded her head helplessly and said:

"Since that's the case, then you have time to copy slowly. Brother Cong is not in a hurry. Brother Cong said that these books can only be read slowly."

Jia Zheng nodded in agreement and said:

"What my mother said is that these books should be copied slowly, and the heart of pilgrimage is to experience the saint's scriptures and commentaries while copying. Come! Cover the box and send it to my room. No one is allowed to touch the saint's handwriting! "

Watching several healthy women leave with boxes,

Jia Zheng said hastily:

"Mother, I'm going back now. God has mercy on my son for such a miracle! God bless the Jia family!"

Mother Jia nodded and waved her hands:

"Go! You must copy carefully, and don't let foreign objects affect your mood."

"Yes, what the mother taught is that the son will go back and change his clothes, bathe and burn incense."

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Jia Zheng saluted, then hurriedly turned and left.

Until now,

He didn't find anything wrong,

That is how quiet the entire Rongqing Hall is!

Mother Jia returned to the high couch, sighed deeply and said:

"Baoyu doesn't want to learn, so don't learn! With these books, people who come to borrow books in the future will give Baoyu a three-point respect, and the favor will gradually accumulate."

"However, not everyone can borrow it. Except for old relatives and in-laws, don't think about others. If anyone can see it, this is not the foundation."

Everyone around nodded their heads.

But what I think about is the second master's temperament,

The one who was manipulated by the old lady was deadly!

After a series of fights and fights, even Baoyu couldn't care about it.

When Baoyu was happy,

His maid, She Yue, entered Rongqing Hall, and said bitterly:

"Second master, the master said, let you study for an hour every evening so that you can touch it, but you still have to learn the sage's words."

Baoyu's smile suddenly froze,

Turning her head mechanically to look at Mother Jia,

I hope Mother Jia can think of a way to save herself.

When the master is copying the book, he will explain it to you, and let you copy it while listening.Although the saint himself does not

Jia Zheng went to the Yamen and arrived home around six o'clock,

But Baoyu had to go to Meng Pozhai to study at eight o'clock every morning.

I am studying for two hours at night now,

That is to study twelve hours a day!

For Jia Zheng,

Listening to the sage's words is naturally something that everyone in the world can't dream of.

But for Baoyu,

Not to mention listening to the sages,

Even being with Jia Zheng for two hours is a terrible thing!

Mother Jia has nothing to do now.

It is estimated that Jia Zheng also suddenly reacted just now.

He could only hold Baoyu's hand and say:

"Hey, go. Now that your old man has said that, you can only listen. If he wants to control you, he should teach you the sage's words. I really can't stop me as an old woman."

"How about this, when he is not at home during the day, you can take an extra hour of rest at noon, and take a good nap to nourish your spirit. Otherwise, your body can't take it anymore, and if you find out later, I'll talk to him again!"

Baoyu wept with a mournful face,

He took Xiren and Musk Moon and went out step by step.

And this moment,

Another thought arose in Daiyu and Baochai's mind.

The second master has this temper,

It turned out to be the deadliest one to be manipulated by the third brother!

Whether this book is for Baoyu or the second master,

The end result will be like this.

In order to keep Baoyu trapped at home,

You can't drill into the team of sisters.

Thinking of Daiyu and Baochai looking at each other dumbfounded,

This third brother is still so narrow-minded!

Based on their understanding of Baoyu,

If he was expected to be able to read through these books, he would spend most of his life throwing them into them.

Wang Xifeng on the side also secretly smiled,

Xin said that Baoyu is so busy now that he has no time to take care of her.

Will this good aunt get worse and worse?

But don't die,

Go back and talk to the doctor,

Change the formula a little bit.

She is still waiting to build a family temple in the future!

Thinking of this, she carefully opened her box,

There is a phoenix engraved on the box that looks like a bird,

One look and you can tell it was engraved by Jia Cong, it's so ugly!

The box opens a little,

Wang Xifeng just took a glance and closed it.

I took a quick look around, but luckily no one noticed.

Cursed secretly in my heart:

"What does this bison want to do? Isn't he afraid of being discovered?! Where did he get such close-fitting things!"

And Jia Cong, who was being thought about by Wang Xifeng,

At this time, he was in the largest restaurant in Yangzhou City. In front of him were the head of the Wang family and the Governor of Yangzhou. Behind them were a dozen officials and a dozen salt merchants.

Jia Cong said with a smile:

"You two, the wind is a bit noisy tonight!"

Chapter 460 Jia Cong

In fact, it is not just a place in the south of the Yangtze River,

The whole big job can be called a luxury businessman,

That's how many people's lives are in their hands,

Generations of people painstakingly calculated to climb up little by little.

This is true of salt merchants, as well as other wealthy merchants.

Jia Cong himself has no opinion on these wealthy merchants.

Killing these people is not clean,

: Benbo has to wrong you! (Flowers plus more)