In the middle of October of the lunar calendar, the capital has entered winter. The sky was overcast, and it seemed like a snow was brewing.

In the Xu Ji Restaurant in the western suburbs of Beijing, two middle-aged scribes drank at the window on the second floor, and whispered about the good words that have been circulating in the capital recently: Huanxi Sha - want to ask Jiang Mei how much she loses.

In this era when there was no media industry, poetry was disseminated mainly through two mouths: literati and famous prostitutes. The Teaching Workshop Department is a government-run green building, and it is needless to say that famous prostitutes are in the meantime.

In the evening, the business of the restaurants in the suburbs is deserted, and there are few tables of customers on the second floor. The two had a great conversation. It's just that the scribe on the right has a slightly strange face after hearing the author's name.

"The household corruption case is closed. Qiu Shilang told the old man to return to his hometown. Bachelor of the chapter to the low chess high one. Brother Zi, why did you ask me to drink today? ”

"Brother Wentai, I received a letter from home, my mother is seriously ill, I want to return to my hometown to operate, and I will no longer be obsessed with business..."

"Alas...!" The scribe of the table word Wentai let out a long sigh, and his tone was lonely, "The white head is famous." The old mountain pine and bamboo are old, blocking the return journey! If you want to put your heart into Yaoqin, there are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings? ”

The voices of the two scribes gradually lowered.

Outside the window, at some point, there was a light snowfall.

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In late October, the weather gets colder and the light snow melts.

On the 30th, in the afternoon, Jia Huan wrote a word, sent away the maid Cuimo who was exploring spring, picked up the sharpened charcoal strip as a pencil, let Qingwen be a model, and painted sketches for leisure.

It's just that his skills are amateurs in the end, and he doesn't paint very similarly. Qingwen giggled and took Ruyi to make fun of him.

After negotiating with Jia Lian on October 12, he has been studying in the mansion since he returned from the outside of the mansion. The Legend of the Condor Heroes in his hand naturally has no chance to sell. However, with the 100 taels of silver given by Jia Lian, he had no financial pressure in a short period of time.

The next morning, Jia Huan met with Qian Huai at the second gate and went to the small courtyard of the study. On the 18th, Jia Lian arranged for Zhao Guoji to go to the honeycomb coal workshop outside Dongcheng to be the manager.

How Jia Lian discussed it with Wang Xifeng, Jia Huan doesn't know. With an annual income of 8,000 taels of silver, he knows how to keep it secret and separate it from the public property of Jiafu!

The big family in feudal society practiced the system of cohabitation and common wealth. The income of the men shall go to the public school to support the family. But who would be stupid enough to hand over a man's private income to the public school?

In addition, even if they are "living together and sharing wealth", they still retain their personal assets. For example, in Jiafuzhong, Wang Xifeng's dowry, this is her personal asset. Domination is hers. Her husband, Jia Lian, couldn't move.

In the same way, Jia Lian can also own his private property. This is reflected in the Red Mansion, he asked Wang Xifeng to help persuade Mandarin Duck to take Jia's mother's private money out and use it, and gave Wang Xifeng and Ping'er 200 taels of silver.

The specific operation method can be understood by looking at how the state-owned assets of state-owned enterprises are lost.

According to the records of the Song and Ming dynasties, among the big families, it is normal and open for each house to own private property and shops.

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As soon as he arrived at the door of the small courtyard of the study, Jia Lan's elder came up with the laurel tree to say goodbye, "Say hello to the third master." ”

Jia Huan smiled, "Guishu, do you have something?" ”

Guishu smiled and said, "Third Master, Young Master Lan is sick and has a fever today, and he has to take a few days of sick leave." I would like to ask the third master to help inform Mr. Lin. ”

"I see." Jia Huanying came down, went into the study, sat down, and prepared his homework.

Mr. Lin is self-exalted, square and serious, and a wealthy family like Guishu is illiterate, so he can't get into his eyes, and he doesn't even bother to say a word. This is his pride as a man.

Today is a little abnormal, at about ten o'clock in the morning, Lin Gaohe (Lin Juren) is late. Jia Huan and Jia Cong, who were reading a book by themselves, saluted Lin Gaohe. Jia Huan talked about Jia Lan's fever and asking for leave.

Lin Gaohe waved his hand and sighed, "There is no need to ask for leave, today is the last lesson." I have already resigned to the Dong Weng Pavilion and will leave your house in the afternoon. ”

"Huh?" Jia Huan was stunned for a few seconds, and it took him a few seconds to recover, and he stood up in surprise and asked, "Why did Mr. suddenly want to quit?" But what are the difficulties with money? ”

For a teacher like Lin Juren, the market in the capital is forty taels a year. Jiafu is packed with food and shelter. There are three festivals a year. But if Lin Juren has friends, it is really not enough. Jingguan is not enough.

Jia Cong blinked and sat in his position blankly. He didn't have much feelings about Lin Juren's resignation.

Lin Gaohe looked at his disciple, his serious gaze softened, and explained: "Ten days ago, I received a letter from my hometown, and Jiaci was seriously ill. Those who are sons of men are the most jealous of their children's desire to raise, and their relatives are not there. Besides, after all these years of being a teacher, it's time to return to his hometown to rectify his family business. ”

A person who lifts people in the capital is not inconspicuous, but he is a first-class figure of the squire and wealthy family in the local area. There is only the saying of poor talents, and there is no such thing as exhaustive people. Because the lifter is exempt from taxation and forced labor on the land under his name.

Once the promotion is made, the common people in the countryside and even the small and medium-sized landlords will "donate" the land and hang it in the name of the person to avoid the onerous taxation and servitude of the state. They can receive a lot of rent every year.

This is only economic interests, and there are also various political privileges, such as not kneeling when seeing officials, and so on. Therefore, there is also the saying of "gold lifting people and silver jinshi".

Jia Huan sighed worriedly, Mr. Lin's mother was seriously ill, how could he keep him? He saluted and said, "The student wishes Mr. all the best when he returns to his hometown!" ”

When Lin Gaohe left, his studies had to be interrupted. He had only just finished studying Mencius. After the completion of the four books, you must choose the scriptures, and then you must learn the eight-strand literary skills.

As soon as Lin Gaohe leaves, his scientific expedition in February next year will definitely be hopeless.

Lin Gaohe nodded and said softly, "You don't have to worry. Ye Hongyun, the lecturer of Wendao Academy, and I are close friends. You take this letter of recommendation to the academy. The mountain chief and lecturer of Wendao Academy are all Confucian scholars with outstanding knowledge and noble conduct. Don't worry about your studies. ”

Jia Huan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and took the letter of recommendation, "Mr. Xie." ”

Lin Gaohe said: "You are talented, go to the academy, don't be complacent because your talent is higher than that of your classmates." You should study hard, strive to enter the exam early to gain fame, and relieve your current predicament.

Scholars pay attention to: morality, meritorious service, and speech. These are the three immortals. As a teacher, I hope you can work towards this goal. ”

Jia Huan solemnly saluted Lin Gaohe, "Remember, students! ”

Virtue, meritorious service, and speech are the "three immortals" advocated by Confucianism, which were proposed by Sun Bao, the uncle of Lu Guo in the Spring and Autumn Period. Human life is limited and will eventually die, but what remains immortal in the world is three things: virtue, meritorious service, and speech.

Napoleon, the great bourgeois revolutionary and military strategist, once said that when he died, he would not occupy more than a quarter of a page in the history books, but his Napoleonic Code would live forever. And that's exactly what happened. That's what you say!

Jia Huan didn't have such noble sentiments, but when he made up his mind, he was still a little touched!

Mr. Lin is a Confucian. True Confucianism. is different from Jia Zheng's false Taoism, not the rotten Confucianism in Jia Baoyu's mouth. Confucianism, for heaven and earth, for the people, for the saints, for the eternal peace!

But the world is impermanent, and there are times when manpower is poor. If you are good, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be good alone.

Lin Gaohe smiled with satisfaction, "Let's go to class." Read the prodigy poem with me. ”

"Yes, sir!"

"The Son of Heaven is heroic, and the article teaches Ercao.

Everything is inferior, but reading is high. ”

"Zhu Zigui of the Manchu Dynasty is full of scholars."

"Diligence in learning, thousands of books.

Three winters are enough today, who laughs and has an empty stomach. ”

"The dynasty is Tian Shelang, and the twilight is in the Tianzi Hall.

There will be no seeds, and men should be self-reliant.

Learning is the treasure of the body, and Confucianism is the treasure of the table.

If you look at it as a prime minister, you must use a scholar.

Mo Daoru is wrong, and the poems and books do not live up to others. ”

The sound of reading loudly sounded in the school hall over and over again. Lin Juren read a sentence, Jia Huan and Jia Cong read a sentence.

Lin Juren is going to return to his hometown and does not plan to enter the examination room again. Decades ago, he was also under the supervision of his teacher, reciting prodigy poems, motivating himself, and thinking about his gold list title. Decades of dreams have been broken, and now they can only be pinned on their disciples.

In Lin Juren's heart, emotions are flying! There is a feeling of tears spilling over the placket.

Jia Huan read the prodigy poem aloud, the feelings in his heart were stirring, and he remembered the senior year of high school. The poor students of that year were admitted to key universities. He has been studying hard for more than ten years, and he was once famous all over the world.

He does not seek to be among the court, nor does he seek to be famous in the world. What he wants is to be able to live like in modern society, not to be used as a slave, to control his own destiny, and to be respected.

Jia Huan did not consider himself a Confucian disciple. The ideology of modern society is that of a law-biased and a soldier.

Fame is a stepping stone, and fame is a talisman. He needs fame to break the restrictions imposed on him by the decaying and depraved Jia family.

He does not have the sentiment of "helping the world" like a Confucian. Natural selection, survival of the fittest. As the Internationale goes: There is never a savior.

Everyone's life is earned by themselves! Choose your own way of living.

He was not a disciple of Confucianism, but he admired Confucianism.

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The last lesson ends with the recitation of the "prodigy poem". Jia Huan and Jia Cong sent Lin Gaohe to the residence to get his luggage, and then sent it to the outer study, where Jia Zheng and a group of Qing guests came to see them off.

Jia Huan followed the Qingke to the corner gate, his eyes were slightly red, and his nose was sour. Jia Zheng didn't come to deliver it. When Lin Juren and the crowd finished their simple greetings, they were about to leave on foot with only a salute on their backs.

Jia Huan saluted and said loudly: "Mr. Have a good trip!" "Lin Juren taught him the knowledge of the four books as a good teacher.

Although Lin Juren left him a mailing address: Yongan County, Yanping Prefecture, Fujian Chengxuan Political Envoy of the Great Zhou. However, under such traffic conditions in ancient times, I really don't know if there will be a day of goodbye in this life! There is a time to listen to the teachings again!

Lin Juren turned around, smiled, walked into the car, and disappeared at the end of the street outside Jiafu. It was noon in winter, the first day of November in the eighth year of Yongzhi.