The cold wind is calling, and the sky is gloomy in winter. The locust branches outside the courtyard "quack" and sway.

"Ahem!"

The boy sleeping on a delicately carved soft wooden bed was covered with a thick brocade quilt of aqua blue, and coughed lightly in his sleep. He rolled over. In the dim afternoon light of the room, a thin and pale juvenile face was revealed.

The maid who stayed by the bed was wearing a red silk jacket, about seven or eight years old. The appearance is delicate, and the body and body are slightly thin. Dozing off in a daze, his little head is little by little, like a chicken pecking rice.

"Ahem!" Hearing the movement, the maid woke up slowly, hurriedly leaned over to check the young man's situation, stroked his chest, and greeted with concern: "Third master, where are you uncomfortable?" ”

The third master? He had just woken up and had a "buzz" in his head. What is this called? Suddenly, countless fragments of memories flooded in, squeezing his current thoughts like a spring.

"Ahem..., no... It's okay. He spat out two words out of breath, and looked blankly at the dark red wooden beam above his head.

The handsome little maid helped the young man tuck the corners of the quilt, pressed it tightly, sat back on the red lacquered stool next to the bed, and dozed off on the edge of the bed. The boy has been sick for the past few days, and she has not rested well.

He closed his eyes in silence, what the hell was going on?

The Buddha said: One thought is three thousand, and the flowers bloom in an instant. When he recovered his consciousness, he was already in the world of Red Mansions in the Red Mansion, and he had become the third master of Jia Huan, the concubine of Jiafu.

He was originally a 21st century science man, born in the countryside, and after graduating from university, he worked as a middle-level man in a company. In his spare time, he loves to read books on literature and history. The classic work Dream of Red Mansions has been read six or seven times. But he didn't expect that one day, he would come to the world of Red Mansions.

According to the convention of online text crossing, the top priority of crossing is: practicing magic skills, and quickly enmity and revenge; Accept the younger brother and soak the sister paper; For development, I am king. Open the golden finger again: climb the peak of science and technology, and the world will be full of red flags.

However, according to the memory in his mind, 7-year-old Jia Huan has been suffering from wind chill and cold since the beginning of winter, and has been bedridden for seven days. Moreover, he doesn't seem to have a gold finger for the belt. He can only think about this kind of online convention in his head.

The most urgent task is to recuperate. Otherwise, once the fever is inflammatory, it is a problem whether you can survive in this era without antibiotics.

Look at yourself again: the soul passes through this time and space, and it is estimated that there is no way to go back. His knowledge of science and engineering is mainly computer software programming. In the world of Red Mansions without computers, this is called empty dragon slaying skills, but unfortunately there are no dragons in the world.

Physical chemistry only has the basic knowledge of middle and high school books, and most of it is returned to the teacher. Guns and guns will not be made into glass, cement and steel. Looking at the description of the original work, Tang poems and Song lyrics have been written. Fortunately, there is also the big killer of Nalan sexuality. However, in the prosperous era of the imperial examination, what is the use of him as a copyist except for mixing up his fame?

Baguwen, he won't!

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Jia Huan sorted out his memories in his mind, or maybe his sick body was too weak and fell asleep in a daze. By the time I woke up, it was already evening.

After eating, I washed my feet and face.

Jia Huan lay flat on the bed and continued to think about his "heart".

After sleeping enough, the shock and panic of the first arrival in the world of Red Mansions calmed down slightly. Although it was not worn on Jia Baoyu, it was acceptable to wear it on Jia Huan. It's better than crossing the Chengjia Mansion to have a child! Otherwise, it will take a lot of effort to get rid of the status of a slave.

Although Jia Huan, as the concubine of Jiafu, is not treated by the head of Jiafu, he is at least the master class in Jiafu, he does not have to work, serve people, and have maids to serve, study, and get monthly money. If Jiafu doesn't fall, this kind of rice worm with a house, a servant and a salary is actually not bad.

However, anyone who has read Dream of Red Mansions knows that the final outcome of Jiafu is "a piece of white and the land is really clean." "Gao He and others continued to write about the Dream of Red Mansions after forty times, which is really unreliable. I am afraid that the ending of the people in Jiafu is much more tragic than that described by Gao E!

In ancient feudal society, raiding the family was basically ruined, and killing the head and exile were all idle. If Jia Huan didn't want to be affected by Jiafu's "pig teammates", he would have to think about this problem now.

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In the year of Jiyou, the winter of the 7th year of Yongzhi of the Great Zhou Dynasty, November 21. After the winter solstice, it is not a little cold. Jia Huan, who had been sick for half a month, finally walked out of his room with a little residual cough and stood at the door.

The bright and bustling sunlight fell from the high green tile eaves, and Jia Huan subconsciously squinted slightly. What catches the eye is the rows of courtyards and gardens: ancient trees, curved corridors and pavilions, rich and natural, beautifully extending in front of you.

This Rongguo Mansion is comparable to the Gongwang Mansion that he visited in the north-capital. The Guogong Mansion and the Prince's Mansion are much worse in terms of etiquette specifications. The Great Zhou Dynasty inherited from the Ming Dynasty, prosperous culture and education, enjoyed the country for more than 100 years, went through five dynasties, and is now the sixth emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, with the year name Yongzhi. In such a feudal monarchical centralized society, the specifications of the state government are customized.

"Third master, it's windy. Put on a cloak! Behind him, there was the voice of the little maid Ruyi's concern.

Jia Huan turned around and saw an eight-year-old handsome girl coming over with a cyan silk dress in her hand.

Looking at this clothes that were very different from modern ones, Jia Huan said with a headache: "Ruyi, how to wear this cloak?" ”

"Third master, I'll help you wear it..."The little girl pursed her lips and smiled happily, accustomed to Jia Huan's entanglement. The three masters have been like this these days. Ruyi was as tall as Jia Huan, and put the cloak on Jia Huan's body comfortingly.

The "standard configuration" of the young master and young lady of Jiafu: in addition to the nursing mother since childhood, there are four other grandmothers, in addition to the two maids who are in charge of the hairpin and the hairpin, there are five or six little maids who sweep the house and go to and from the envoys.

Jia Huan is a concubine and has a low status. In addition, Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang don't like him. The treatment is lower than the standard: the nursing mother Mama Zhang, the responsibility of teaching belongs to the biological mother Aunt Zhao, and the personal maid is only Ruyi, and there are three little maids who sweep the house and serve in the house.

Jia Huan didn't care much about these things. He has hands and feet, and he doesn't need to be waited on. After Ruyi's teaching in the past few days, he has learned to put on Zhou Chao's clothes and gowns one by one. It's just that today this cloak is a novelty.

After getting dressed, Jia Huan wrapped the cloak, looked at Jia Huan expectantly, and said, "Third Master, let me help you wear your clothes in the future, right?" You can also save a little. ”

Jia Huan is a little big. As a maid's duty, Ruyi's request is not excessive. However, as a modern person, it is still difficult for him to adapt to the use of child labor to help him get dressed, and said kindly: "Let's talk about it!" ”

Ruyi flattened his mouth. The third master is becoming more and more amiable these days, different from the child's temper in the past, but she found that she was at risk of losing her job. This made her a little anxious.

"Let's go." Jia Huan is naturally too lazy to pay attention to the little girl's emotions, and he is still in the process of getting acquainted with this world.

Jia Huan's next trip today is to say hello to Jia's mother, Mrs. Wang, and Jia Zheng.

It is equivalent to re-entering the sight of everyone in Rongguofu, indicating that he can participate in the daily life of Rongguofu when he is cured.

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Half a month later, Laba season. The air in Jiafu seems to be filled with the sweet smell of wolfberry, red dates, peanuts, walnuts, and longan.

Jia Huan sat on the stool by the window of the room, watched the sunset pass over the treetops of the towering ancient trees in the courtyard, closed the "History of the National Dynasty" in his hand, and sighed softly.

In the past half a month, he and most of the people in Jiafu have already met, and they have a rough initial impression:

Jia Mu who is high up; the hypocritical Jia Zheng; Mrs. Wang, who recites Buddha; the lustful Jia Yu; Mrs. Xing, who spoke weightlessly; Wang Xifeng, who is proud of the spring breeze and has great power; the son-like Jia Lian; Jia Baoyu, the eight-year-old demon king of Jiafu; the beautiful and arrogant six-year-old Lori Lin Daiyu; Shaohua happens to be widowed Li Kun; Welcoming spring, exploring spring, cherishing spring with their own characteristics...

Jia Huan and the life circles of the above-mentioned people do not have much intersection.

The circle he lives in every day is: the friends who study in the study are Jia Lan and Jia Cong. After school, I came into contact with the little girl Ruyi, the nursing mother Mama Zhang, the biological mother Aunt Zhao, the uncle Zhao Guoji, and the little maids who played together.

After coming to this world for so many days, Jia Huan still has too many things to understand. For example: history.

According to the history book "History of the National Dynasty", which is said to be the official version of the Zhou Dynasty, history has been rewritten beyond recognition.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, Liukou Li Zicheng captured Jingshi, and Ming Sizong Chongzhen committed suicide in Beijing. Immediately, the Guanning Iron Cavalry surrendered, the Manchu Eight Banners entered the customs, defeated Li Zicheng, and went all the way south, creating tragedies such as Yangzhou Ten Days and Jiading Three Massacres. The Southern Ming Dynasty, which was expected by the world, was beaten by the Qing army and lost its armor and was powerless to return to the sky.

Zhou Taizu Ning Ji was the county commander of the Ming Dynasty, and raised troops from Jiangxi to seize Jiangxi-Zhou, Xiannan-Chang.... In the following twenty-four years, Zhou Taizu exerted great might, successively unified the south of the Yangtze River, and then chased the death to the north, drove the Qing soldiers out of the Guannei, destroyed the Houjin, and destroyed its writing and temple.

Zhou Taizu pacified the world and moved the capital from Jinling to Beijing. One should be the system, the territory is like the Ming Dynasty. However, because the Great Zhou and Later Jin fought for more than 20 years, the customs of the north and south were the same as those of the Qing Dynasty. Such as the master and the slave.

Zhou Taizu also reformed some of the shortcomings of the Ming Dynasty system, abolished the cabinet system, and set up a southern study and a military aircraft department to take charge of administration and military. The six ministries serve as administrative agencies. This brought the centralization of monarchical power to its peak.

Since the founding of the country, the Great Zhou has enjoyed the country for 153 years. It has gone through five dynasties, including Taizu, Taizong, Shizu, and Sejong. Today's Yongzhi Emperor's father, Emperor Taishang, has not died, and the temple number has not been decided.

Jia Huan estimated it himself, and it is about now in 1796. Of course, if this world had a Western era. The original history should be in the last years of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty, and various problems have arisen in the rule of the Qing Dynasty.

It is now the seventh year of the Yongzhi reign of the Zhou Dynasty. The social situation of the Zhou Dynasty was strong and prosperous, or was it the afterglow of the dynasty and the decay and decline? He is not good at judging.

His initial plan was: wait four or five years, when he is a little older and can pretend to be an adult, he will change his identity and leave Jiafu and fly away. At that time, it is up to you to travel around the country or overseas.

The most direct way to deal with "pig teammates" is naturally to kick them away and go it alone.

As for the "high" things such as saving Jiafu and saving the twelve hairpins of Jinling, he was not interested. As a sane adult, he has no consciousness to take the initiative to dedicate himself to the Jia family, nor does he have the hobby of saving beautiful women.

For the glory and wealth of a group of strangers, how much "nanny heart" does he have? He is willing to choose a path that will take it easy.

Although he carries Jia Huan's identity and memory, he does not carry Jia Huan's feelings. Even if he bears Jia Huan's feelings, there are only a few people such as Aunt Zhao who really want to be saved when Jiafu is in decline. Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, Jia Tanchun and others are not close to Jia Huan.

Change your identity as a civilian, what should you do after leaving Jiafu?

With the knowledge of his traverser, is he still in this world? Anyway, he was also a scholar back then. In any society, as long as you are familiar with its social rules, as long as you are willing to work hard and know how to control yourself, it is not difficult to mix with a medium standard of living.

Jia Huan was thinking about these things when there were a few answers at the door.

"Hello Mama!"

"Little girl, is the third master here?"

"In!"

A moment later, a weather-covered woman rolled up the curtain and walked in angrily. She is Jia Huan's nurse Mama Zhang, in her forties, wearing a blue cloth shirt, with a thick skeleton and a wrinkled face like tree bark.

Mama Zhang cried to Jia Huan: "Third master, those prostitutes in the kitchen are not like women, I went to ask for a bowl of laba porridge and said no." When Bao Erye's maid Qianxue came to ask for it, she immediately served the food box. I'm really shameless. Woo..."

Looking at the middle-aged woman howling in front of him, Jia Huan let out a faint "oh" and put the thick "History of the National Dynasty" in his hand on the low table. What is this, instigating him to fight with Jia Baoyu's house? It's boring. He was the one who was going to leave Jiafu.

The door curtain was raised, and the little girl Ruyi walked in from outside the door, and when she saw Mama Zhang there, she stopped talking, and stood by the closet with a slight pout.

Jia Huan's Ruyi who has taken care of him for a few days must have more affection than the wrinkled aunt Mama Zhang, and who likes unfamiliar people to cry in front of him, so he wants to break her apart, "Mama Zhang, my mother has prepared laba porridge today, you go and drink a bowl." ”

"Huh?" When Mama Zhang heard this, her face lit up, she stopped crying, and said goodbye and left, "Third master, then I'll go over and talk to my aunt and grandmother first." ”

"This greedy old thing." After Mama Zhang went out, Ruyi flattened her mouth and muttered, and her voice was just right for Jia Huan to hear.

Jia Huan walked to the table speechlessly, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea, ignoring these "house fights" and asked, "Ruyi, what is the matter?" ”

Ruyi said sullenly: "Third master, I just met Su Yun beside Grandma Zhu on the road. I asked her, and the old lady sent someone to deliver Laba porridge to Grandma Zhu. But no one here cares. ”

Jia Huan didn't feel anything, "Isn't it Laba porridge?" ”

"Third master, the difference is big. The old lady's laba porridge tastes good. Ruyi counted with his fingers, "There are Yutian japonica rice, Yutian rouge honey rice, white glutinous rice, and osmanthus dew, which are much more boiled than in the kitchen of the house." After saying that, he swallowed his saliva.

Sounds pretty good. Jia Huan smiled. Of course, he also yearns for food. He watched the two "A Bite of China" several times. However, as the concubine of his Jiafu, it is impossible to eat such a precious "Laba porridge" now.

Of course, as long as there is a recipe for making such laba porridge, he can naturally make it himself in the future.

Ruyi was very resentful and uncomfortable, feeling that the food was not eaten, and was despised for it. and Jia Huan talked a lot about the gap between him and Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, Sanchun, and Li Kun (Jia Lan) in terms of "treatment". Such as: monthly money, rewards, food, etc.

Jia Huan listened kindly. Before getting acquainted with the situation, he was willing to be quiet like an ant.

After dinner, Jia Huan did 100 push-ups and 50 sit-ups on the ground as always. He insisted on exercising during this time. I sweated, took a shower, flipped through the enlightenment books on the shelves, and went to bed.

The north wind howls softly in the lonely night.