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On the 29th day of the lunar month, Jia Huan took a leisurely boat, went down the river, and went to the home of the chief of Dagongfang Mountain to send the New Year Festival with his long entourage.

The traditional etiquette of the Chinese is three festivals and two birthdays a year. Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Spring Festival, plus the teacher's birthday and the teacher's birthday.

On the long street in the western section, in front of the brick courtyard wall with a sense of history, Kurama is cold in front of the door. Jia Huan was very familiar with the old porter of Zhang's mansion, Qian Huai and Hu Xiaosi carried gifts and followed Jia Huan into Zhang's mansion.

The mountain chief met guests in the study, and the people who came and went were all famous scholars in Jinling City. Jia Huan was not interested in this kind of high-end game, and chatted with Zhang Chengjian in the side hall. The morning sun shines on the ground from outside the window bar.

Approaching the Spring Festival, Ji Ming took the maid and the long follower back to his hometown in Yangzhou for the holiday. Pang Ze went out and did not return.

Zhang Chengjian was in his forties, still chubby, wearing a blue-shirted scholar's suit, sitting in a nanmu chair, and asked with a smile: "Ziyu has been studying in the southern prison for several months, how does it feel?" ”

Jia Huan and Zhang Chengjian are familiar with each other, and said with a smile: "It's not as chic as Brother Bo Miao's life." The deepest feeling is that the prisoners have three sufferings. The way out is hard, the study is hard, and the poverty is hard. ”

The students of the Guozi Prison sat in prison to study, which was quite difficult for the slow-paced and leisurely life in ancient times. In recent years, the school's discipline has been relaxed, and most of the rules have become non-existent. If it was in the early years of the dynasty, it would be even more bitter.

Of course, the current inmates study hard, and compared with the learning intensity in Wendao Academy, it is still not as good. There is a reason why Wendao Academy won successive battles in the imperial examination. The edge of the sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. There are no shortcuts to learning!

The way out is self-explanatory. The employment prospects of inmates are very poor. There are not so many official positions for prisoners.

The third suffering is poverty. The vast majority of inmates are talented. And if Xiucai can't make a living, he will be very poor. Poor Xiucai, poor Xiucai, this is not called nonsense.

Jia Huan said it funny, Zhang Chengjian laughed, the fat on his fat face shook, and he turned to talk to Jia Huan about various interesting stories about Shilin.

After lunch, Zhang Anbo, the chief of the mountain, tested Jia Huan's homework in the study. Every time Jia Huan comes, this is an indispensable process. For the former scholars, they will never be afraid of exams, and Jia Huan answered very fluently.

Zhang Anbo was sixty-six years old at the time, almost ancient, wearing light gray civilian clothes, wearing a Tang scarf, smiling gently behind the desk, nodding frequently in the quiet time of the afternoon, very satisfied, "Not bad." Not bad. It's been a lot of work during this time. If there is no mistake like the text, the spring of the next year will be bigger, and it will be easy to get the middle. I heard Pang Shiyuan say that there are rumors slandering you in Jinling City, and I am worried that you will be distracted by this. ”

Jia Huan smiled, "Mountain Chief, that's just a trivial matter." ”

"You..." Zhang Anbo smiled dumbly, picking up the celadon teacup on the desk and drinking tea. This disciple of his, in his heart, is a very proud person. "During the Chinese New Year, take a good rest at home for a few days. Is your cousin okay? ”

Jia Huan replied, "It's okay." "Daiyu is now walking in the house for half an hour every day under the supervision of Aunt Pei, Zijuan, and Raider. The body is slightly stronger. No more colds in the winter. This is a good sign.

"Hmm."

Zhang Anbo did not tell Jia Huan. With Ziyu's heart, he is indeed a person who can be entrusted with future affairs. Entrusted by people, loyal to people. This is the style of the ancients in the Spring and Autumn Period. A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase. Scholars should do it!

Jia Huan smiled and took a sip of tea, "Mountain Chief, I have something to say to Mountain Chief." ”

"Oh?" Zhang Anbo's eyes were kind, and he looked at Jia Huan with a smile. Jia Huan's opinion, he has always attached great importance to it.

Jia Huan talked about the evaluation of the "Academy Lecture Notes" by several Tang Xinran classmates the day before yesterday, and said: "What do you think of the large-scale implementation of the textbook "Academy Lecture Notes" in the Guozijian? ”

Zhang Anbo said strangely: "Ziyu, why do you have this idea?" ”

Jia Huan didn't lie either, he went straight to the core, and said: "Thousands of prison students have all accepted the academic philosophy of our academy, and after a few years, they will all be our fellow believers. The Yamachief's scholarship and remarks were also echoed. ”

The Four Books and the Five Classics have been interpreted in various ways over the millennia. The core schools are Lixue and Wangxue. In science, there are different schools of thought. The mountain chief is a great Confucian of science. If the teaching materials of the academy were used in the Guozijian Middle School, all the students would actually be disciples of the mountain chief.

Jia Huan knew that the mountain chief had no intention of pursuing a career, although he thought that the mountain chief could still make a big difference. Yamacho's health is still very healthy. But he wouldn't go against the mountain chief's mind to push for it.

Since the mountain chief has no intention of career, let's expand his influence!

Zhang Anbo lowered his head and muttered for a while, and said, "This matter is not easy!" Printing funds could not be solved. "Scholars, morality, meritorious service, and speech, these are the three immortals. This is to spread his doctrine, how can he refuse?

Jia Huan smiled, "If the mountain chief is interested, I will solve it." However, the manuscript of the "Lecture Notes of the Academy" still needs to be reviewed and approved by the mountain chief. He put the "Lecture Notes of the Academy" on the desk of the mountain chief.

Zhang Anbo shook his head with a smile, "You, you will find something for me to do." Speaking of the matter of printing, there was news in the newspaper recently that the Son of Heaven ordered King Wu to restore wood carving and printing. You can print books using this technique. In addition, doctors were recruited to compile "Huang Zhou Yinghua". As for the president, Grandmaster Fang hopes very much. ”

Jia Huan smiled and nodded.

The academic level and status of the mountain chief are qualified to serve as the president of "Huang Zhou Yinghua". But with the Son of Heaven's sense of the mountain chief, he will inevitably not appoint the mountain chief. However, his teacher, the grandmaster of the literary world, Fang Wang, is very hopeful of being selected.

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There are two difficulties in the publication of the "College Lecture Notes": first, the money for printing. Second, after it is printed, are all the prisoners of the country willing to ask for it?

The next day was Chinese New Year's Eve. Jia Huan put these things in the back of his mind and planned them after the Lantern Festival. Bags of rice and noodles, grain and oil, chicken, duck and fish, vegetables, fruits, and pastries were purchased as New Year's goods under the command of the housekeeper Yuan Bo.

In front of the courtyard of Jia Huan on He'an Street, brand-new couplets and lanterns were posted and hung. The twenty people in the house were beaming. Even Jia Huan rarely did not read, looking at the sky and waiting for the arrival of Chinese New Year's Eve.

The busiest and most lively is the kitchen, where a variety of exquisite dishes, fried snacks, snacks, meatballs, and dumplings are always served.

In the elegant living room, everyone gathered. Qingwen sat on the table with a small plate and ate the steamed crystal siu mai, with relish, bright eyes, and a smile. A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, dexterous and charming.

Qingwen wore a newly-made and beautiful dark red jacket with a cyan fang-pinching vest on her head. Jinling has a large population and developed industries. In the second half of the year, Jia Huan asked the tailor to add a few sets of clothes to each person.

Jia Huan looked funny, and saw that the handsome little girl Ruyi was a little greedy, so he pulled her, turned her head and asked, "Qingwen, can you still eat the main meal later?" ”

Qingwen glanced at Jia Huan and said with a grin: "Third master, I will serve you to eat and drink in a while." ”

Jia Huan smiled and shook his head.

In the past, Qingwen and Ruyi had dinner with him. However, with more Daiyu and others, the four of them opened a separate table on the side. Otherwise, according to the rules of Jiafu, the maids have to go hungry first and go back to eat leftovers.

Qingwen's words are flattering. It means that she will skip the main meal and serve him and drink on the side. That's good intentions. He couldn't go on talking about her. That's why she has a very sharp mouth!

Daiyu, Aunt Pei, Zijuan, and Raiders in the house all laughed, and Yan Yuan was different. Daiyu smiled with a delicate beauty, while Aunt Pei smiled lightly, with a little intellectual and familiar feminine style. The attacker is to bow his head and smile, sixteen or seventeen years old, slender and slender, supple and white.

Laughing, the night gradually shrouded. The servants began to serve the food. The banquet outside also began.

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On Chinese New Year's Eve, firecrackers burst into the city of Jinling, and fireworks bloomed in the sky.

When Jia Huan was having dinner with his cousin and maids at home, there was a gossip in the Jiaofang Division on the south bank of the Qinhuai River: It is said that one night at the end of the month, Song Ruoyu, a famous prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River, went to He'an Street to beg Jia Huan unsuccessfully and was ready to retire. The positions of the four famous prostitutes in Jiangnan were vacant.

When many famous prostitutes paid attention to this matter, they also noticed one thing, Mr. Jia Qingsong's address was leaked.

Jia Huan didn't know about this, so he had a glass of wine with Aunt Pei and changed to chicken soup. Daiyu is young and frail, so she doesn't drink.

After eating the Chinese New Year's Eve banquet, several people sat in the living room chatting and observing the New Year. The hall was brightly lit. The charcoal fire burned and the surroundings were warm like spring. The firecrackers exploded in the burning charcoal basin, and the "horn" sounded.

Lin Daiyu was wearing a diamond-white gown, holding a small braid bun, with bangs, curved willow eyebrows, elegant and delicate appearance, beautiful and moving, sitting on a chair with a book, and waiting for Zijuan and Raider.

Looking at Jia Huan, who was laughing casually with Qingwen and Ruyi, Aunt Pei listened, Zijuan interjected occasionally, and then listened to the exclamations and laughter coming from time to time outside the window, and the strong flavor of the New Year surged from the bottom of her heart. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had been like this.

Not in Jiafu, but when I was with my parents in Yangzhou. But at that time she was young, and she often fell asleep.

Thinking about it, I can't help but feel sad from my heart.

Jia Huanzheng was talking to Ruyi about taking her to see the lamp market in a few days, and suddenly saw Daiyu frowning, and her delicate little face was covered with gloom. I shook my head in my heart. Sure enough, it's Sister Lin who loves to cry! I wonder what sad past she remembers?

Jia Huan brought up a question, "Sister Lin, walking around every day is very good for your body. I think you've already experienced it. You should also pay attention to your diet in the future. Eat three meals a day on time. Pay attention to what you can eat, what you can't eat, and what you don't eat. I'll go to Tai Hospital another day and ask Dr. Wu to make a list. ”

Traditional Chinese medicine has unique features in health preservation.

Lin Daiyu said softly: "Hmm." ”

Jia Huan smiled. Don't look at Daiyu's promise to be very well-behaved. But having lived with Daiyu for so long, he knew that she was a little resistant in her heart. Indeed, a person who even eats something has to die, and it is indeed a lot less fun.

In fact, with Daiyu's personality, he can get along with Daiyu now and is not petty. The main reason is that he is not often at home, and his main focus is on reading. If you are as busy as Baoyu every day to please Sister Lin. Eighty percent of the probability, I will quarrel with her a few times.

Secondly, he is an adult in the end, he is very transparent in everything and will not offend Daiyu. Daiyu won't lose her temper at him for no reason.

In the end, his relationship with Daiyu is closer than in Jiafu, but he is not familiar enough to laugh and talk as if he were good friends. Keep a certain distance. This is also one of the reasons.

After a few jokes, the sorrow in Daiyu's heart was diluted. The night passed, time flew by, and the footsteps of the new year came.

The twelfth year of Yongzhi has arrived. (To be continued.) )