Towards evening, the sun set, and the golden light sprinkled among the flowers and trees on both sides of the road, and the walls and houses of Jiafu reflected a long shadow.

Aunt Zhao took the little maid Xiao Jixiang and followed Jia Huan back to his residence.

"Ah, my aunt is here." Ruyi hurriedly put down the needlework in his hand and got up to pour tea.

Aunt Zhao smiled and walked to Jia Huan's house. Qingwen greeted Aunt Zhao, leaned into Jia Huan's ear and said, "Third master, the jade dew has been given to the third girl." The third girl said thank you for your concern. "Talking about the matter of the third girl, you have to avoid Aunt Zhao. Otherwise, she will curse again.

"Hmm." Jia Huan smiled and nodded, passing the matter in his heart. It's just a kind response to Tanchun's concern. He didn't have the idea of having a relationship with Tanchun.

Qingwen grinned, she has a good relationship with Jia Huan now, and took Xiao Jixiang to the small kitchen to get dinner.

In the bedroom, Aunt Zhao on the stool sitting on the stool was lazily stepping on her feet, drinking tea, smiling at Jia Huan, who walked in later, and said with a smug smile: "Brother Huan, my wife praised you for your ability today." ”

Jia Huan was speechless for a while. Xindao: I said, eldest sister, can you tell the difference between good and bad?

He knew that in fact, Aunt Zhao didn't hate Mrs. Wang in her heart. In her eyes, it is natural for the eldest wife to punish and scold the younger wife. The person she hates the most is Wang Xifeng, who always deducts her monthly money!

Ruyi smiled and echoed: "Third master, this is a lottery." ”

Jia Huan shook his head helplessly, threw his schoolbag on the chair, and said, "What kind of color is this?" ”

Ruyi smiled and handed Jia Huan a bowl of tea, "The lip gloss is also a color head!" ”

Jia Huan sighed and said, "Ruyi, people live for themselves, not for others to see." Don't always care about what others say. ”

Regarding the matter of "independent personality", he and Qingwen have a common language. Qingwen once ridiculed the attacker: Western flower idea Habar. Please the master!

Ruyi nodded as if he understood or not, and secretly kept these words that nourished his soul like a trickle in his heart. This is the truth of being a person and doing things.

Aunt Zhao was accustomed to Jia Huan's mouth popping out a few philosophical words from time to time, but she still sneered: "Bah, Brother Huan, it's useless for you to talk less." People live with a face, and trees live with a skin. According to you, you don't care what the old lady thinks of you? ”

Aunt Zhao is a marginal person in Mrs. Wang's house, and here in Jia Huan, she tries to be the protagonist of the topic.

Jia Huan smiled, although he once climbed to a middle-level position in a large company and acted decisively, he was actually very easy-going in private.

Therefore, Jia Huan was talking and listening to Aunt Zhao, thinking about his troubles: the punishment from Mrs. Wang.

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Mrs. Wang said that asking Jia Huan to copy the Tao Te Ching did not refer to the Tao Te Ching alone, but to ask Jia Huan to copy the Tao Te Ching and the Nanhua Sutra. That is, the two books "Laozi" and "Zhuangzi".

Lao Tzu has a total of 5,000 words. The beginning is a well-known sentence: Tao is Tao, very Tao. The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. It takes a few days to transcribe a copy of Lao Tzu without effort.

However, the book of Zhuangzi is divided into 33 chapters, including the inner chapter, the outer chapter, and the miscellaneous chapter, with a total of 65,000 words. If you only copy the seven articles of Zhuangzi in the inner chapter, it is better to say that it is only about 17,000 words.

However, Jia Huan didn't know exactly what Mrs. Wang's fluttering words meant. You can only prepare for the worst. The next afternoon, after school, he went to Mrs. Wang's main room to copy books.

The scriptures that Mrs. Wang wanted to copy were made of high-grade Hui ink, which was produced on rice paper from Jing County. Jia Huan held a Zihao pen, sat at the desk, and copied the "Tao Te Ching" in block letters.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in Mrs. Wang's room are all a set of high-end goods produced in Huizhou. I don't know how many times better than Jia Huan's usual use, a luxury item that belongs to the cultural category. Of course, Mrs. Wang was illiterate, and the four treasures of the study room were prepared for Jia Zheng. And Jia Zheng and others don't pick up a pen to write. The person who uses it the most is actually Jia Huan.

The pen and ink glowed with the fragrance of the book, Jia Huan calmed down, silently reciting the Tao Te Ching, word by word on the paper.

Caixia was wearing a green and yellow skirt, watching and waiting, the white and delicate girl, and praised in a low voice: "Third master, your handwriting is so beautiful." ”

Mrs. Wang's main room is very spacious. Jia Huan sat here, listening to them speak a little vaguely. Caixia whispered and didn't let Mrs. Wang hear them.

Jia Huan smiled, the little girl was about a little ignorant of the feelings of men and women, and began to get close to him. Seeing that the light was a little dim, he put down his pen and said, "Caixia, you can help me bring two lamps." ”

His calligraphy skills have improved rapidly, and it is difficult to write every day. Of course, it didn't reach the level of a calligrapher. Limited to the good-looking level.

"Hmm." Caixia smiled knowingly and went to help Jia Huan hold the lamp.

While he was talking, Jia Baoyu came in from outside the door with the appearance of a splendid son, very handsome, followed by a few maids such as Meiren, "Mother." ”

"My son, where did you come from? Still drinking? Mrs. Wang happily hugged Baoyu in her arms, rubbed his face, and asked with a smile.

Baoyu lay on Mrs. Wang's lap, her big round face was flushed, and she raised her head and took the Xiangxue Runjin Dan that Mrs. Wang stuffed into his mouth: "I drank some wine with my ancestor at Brother Zhen in Dongfu." Mother, Aunt Xue is coming after the Dragon Boat Festival? I heard that my aunt has a sister who is two years older than me. ”

Everyone in the room laughed, and some people joked that Baoyu likes to play with her sisters and sisters.

Caixia whispered in Jia Huan's ear: "A few days ago, Second Master Tianbao asked for the rouge on Jin Chu'er's mouth to eat. ”

Jia Huan smiled slightly, not paying much attention to these slightly fragrant gossip. He is past the age of puberty. Adolescent boys and girls are quite interested in topics like early love. Just like when he was in junior high school, if anyone got along with someone, it would immediately spread throughout the class.

Because of Baoyu's arrival, the main room of the East Cross Courtyard was full of laughter. It can be seen that Baoyu is also like a fish in water in such an environment.

Seeing Baoyu coming over, Jia Huan got up and saluted Baoyu, doing superficial work, "Second brother is good!" This is the first time he and Baoyu have met in more than a month after falling jade at the end of February.

Jia Baoyu nodded lightly, didn't come over to talk to Jia Huan, didn't ask Jia Huan what he was doing here, turned his head to talk to Mrs. Wang, Aunt Zhou, Zhou Rui's family, Jin Chu'er and others.

He hated to see this third brother a little. It's not just about the economy. He couldn't say why.

Jia Huan didn't care about Baoyu's snubbing of him, in fact, he didn't like this white little boy with a round face very much now. Baoyu may not have any scheming, but she is not a good stubble. Except for the girls, everyone else made him unhappy, and he lost his temper and beat people. And then there were a bunch of people who helped him "clean up the aftermath".

Of course, it would not be enough to say how much Jia Huan hated Baoyu. His hatred is not so cheap. Of course, don't expect Jia Huan to remember this kind of thing.

Cold and indifferent, this is his attitude towards Baoyu.

Jia Huan sat down and continued to copy the book hard.

The fragrance of ink, smell too much, and get used to it. After a long time, the most real feeling is actually wrist pain. As for the beautiful little girl next to me. That's temporary. It is impossible for Caixia to talk to him all the time while he is copying books. I'm going to leave after a while.

In addition, there is no room for mistakes in copying books. If you make a mistake, you have to rewrite a word. It's a chore.

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April 18 is Jia Huan's day off. He wanted to go to Mrs. Wang's East Cross Courtyard to copy books, and sent someone to inform Zhao Guoji, Qian Huai, and Hu Xiaosi. The matter of going to Xijiangyue Teahouse was changed to April 24.

Hu Xiaosi was still looking forward to going to the teahouse to have a snack, listen to books, and get some knowledge, and complained to Qian Huai, who came to his house to find him: "Scared, it's going to be postponed again, he doesn't plan to take me there, right?" ”

Qian Huai sneered and said, "Hu Xiaosi, you also think too highly of yourself, right?" The third master is going to take me to the teahouse to listen to books. It's just that I saw that you and Lao Hu were doing well, so I said that I would carry you. You're good enough to complain. ”

The old beard was concocting five small stoves ordered by Jia Huan in the house, and when he heard Qian Huai say this, he glared at his son, "What are you talking about!" ”

Hu Xiaosi scratched his head, "Won't I just say that?" Don't tell the third master. ”

"Of course." Qian Huai laughed and taught Hu Xiaosi a victorious lesson: "You know a fart." The third master copying books is a chore, and he can't help himself. After finishing the work for the second wife, you can come out to play. ”

I couldn't help but "mourn" for the third master of Huan in my heart. Xiucai, who copied books at the gate of the Great Xiangguo Temple in the capital, was willing to write a Buddhist scripture for 1 tael of silver. The third master is suffering, and there is no reward.

It's just that, of course he won't say these words to Hu Xiaosi, a bastard.

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Jia Huan hurried and hurried, and finally finished copying the Taoist scripture that Mrs. Wang asked for 24 days ago.

It was about Mrs. Wang who was bored when she saw Jia Huan for a few days in a row, as long as Jia Huan copied the inner part of "Zhuangzi" with 7 articles and more than 10,000 words.

This morning, Jia Huan changed into a scholar's robe, and Qingwen helped him tie his hair. With a few dimes of silver in his purse, he took his own rewritten "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and went out.

At the corner gate, accompanied by Zhao Guoji, Qian Huai, and Hu Xiaosi, they went out of Sio'o's Square and went to the Xijiangyue Teahouse on Zhengyangmen Street in Zhongcheng District.

At the end of April, the temperature in the capital is pleasant. The streets are densely populated, full of traffic, and prosperous business.

The Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of the fifth month of May is approaching, and many shops have begun to promote the Dragon Boat Festival. Jia Huan and his entourage walked with great interest while watching, and walked until Zhengyangmen Street.

Xijiangyue Tea House is at the end of Zhengyangmen Street, it is a spacious pavilion with two floors high, with a medium grade, and each person who enters the door charges 20 Wen for tea. Every day, a storyteller tells a story on the stage in the middle of the teahouse. Xijiangyue Teahouse is also famous for this.

Entering the door, Jia Huan and the four of them paid and sat down at a tea table on the first floor far from the stage under the leadership of their buddies. I asked for a pot of tea and a few snacks.

Hu Xiaosi buried his head in eating cakes and drinking tea. Qian Huai glanced at Hu Xiaosi, who was like a starving ghost, with disdain, picked up the spring rolls and ate them slowly.

Jia Huan smiled, Qian Huai was very clever and a little crooked in the Mama Zhang incident. Siping Biluochun, he looked at a book collector in his forties who came out. Storytelling is about to begin.