Jia Huan sat on the chair next to Aunt Zhao. Aunt Zhao stretched out her hand and touched her son's forehead, and said suspiciously: "Brother Huan'er, you don't have hysteria, do you?" Heh, I'm leaving Jiafu? How many people can't sit in my aunt's seat? ”

Jia Huan said: "Mother, what does it feel like to be your aunt?" Mrs. wants to punish you, and just find an excuse to make your kneeling knees red and swollen. What's the point of living this insecure life? ”

He certainly could not accept this life of being punished at will.

Jia Huan's close words made Aunt Zhao's depressed mood better, and then thinking about Jia Huan coming in today to "rescue" her, she felt relieved. She was counting on this son in the future. Her son's closeness and sensibility naturally made her happy.

I was happy in my heart, but Aunt Zhao was still scolding in her mouth: "Phew, you uncreated seed!" I have maids and mothers-in-law to serve, and I live in this small courtyard, and I have a monthly salary of 2 taels of silver. You don't have to sprinkle and sweep, burn the fire and cook, I don't know how good my life is! Will you be in the house in the big - wife will not scold the small - wife? ”

Jia Huan was speechless for a while. It seems that Aunt Zhao is quite satisfied with her "gloomy" life.

I think it is also true, Aunt Zhao is the son of Jiafu, and she can become Jia Zheng's concubine and complete the transformation from the slave class to the master class, which is enough to become an inspirational model in the Jiafu maid world.

Xiao Que, who was rubbing Aunt Zhao's knees, lowered his head and interjected with a smile: "Third master, this small courtyard of my aunt and grandmother, I don't know that many people in the house are red-eyed." Several aunts and grandmothers in the big house, Aunt Zhou and Grandma are not there. ”

This sentence scratched Aunt Zhao's itch, took the tea bowl from Xiao Jixiang's hand, took a sip, and said triumphantly: "That's because I gave birth to Brother Huan'er and was favored in front of the master!" ”

"Huh." Jia Huan has a toothache. Although Aunt Zhao is "out of tune", this is not wrong. Young and beautiful, she does have an advantage over Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang is in her 40s, and she has no modern beauty care skills these days. Even if it is properly maintained, old age and decay are inevitable. He had just met Madame Wang today.

However, no matter how favored Aunt Zhao was in front of Jia Zheng, her situation in Jia Mansion did not improve much. It's not just a matter of who she is and how intellectually she is.

Madame Wang is not a person who can only recite Buddha.

After Xiao Que finished his work, he put down his trouser legs for Aunt Zhao and went out of the room to clean up. Aunt Zhao leaned comfortably on the chair and said strangely: "Brother Huan, after you have been sick, you seem to have opened your mind, and you are much more sensible." What are you talking about leaving Jiafu? I advise you to quench this heart. You can't even feed yourself when you go out. Can you tell the whole grains? ”

In the end, it turned into a mockery. This is the style and language characteristics of Aunt Zhao's speech.

Jia Huan didn't intend not to confide in his true thoughts, laughed dryly, and said: "Mother, I want to make a Zhuangzi by myself in a few years, make your own decisions about big and small things, don't have to kowtow to others, and pick up my mother to enjoy happiness when the time comes." ”

Aunt Zhao glanced at her 7-year-old son with disdain, and sneered: "Still happy? Brother Huan'er, you have followed your uncle in the city for the past two days to play ambition! Don't pick up good things, it's useless to beg me. I don't have the money to buy you a Zhuangzi. ”

Jia Huan smiled. It is reasonable that Aunt Zhao is reluctant to leave Jiafu. The whole of her life is here. Jia Huan is not reluctant. In the future, when Jiafu is in decline, he will come to pick up Aunt Zhao again!

Aunt Zhao said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Huan'er, what are you laughing at?" You uncreated. The family property in the house is more than a Zhuangzi. No ambition. Besides, is there a place in the world where you don't kowtow? The emperor has to kowtow to the emperor and the queen mother..."

Aunt Zhao chattered about her "ambition" for Jia Zheng's family property, kowtow experience, and Zhao Guoji's small report on her pride in learning Jia Huan's whereabouts.

Jia Huan just drank tea and listened. Aunt Zhao's "idea" is quite good, and it seems that she will find someone to curse Jia Baoyu and Wang Xifeng in the future. But fighting for family property seemed boring to him. With Mrs. Wang here, where does she have a chance?

As for Aunt Zhao's proudly introduced kowtow experience, he could only understand Aunt Zhao's class limitations. His goal is not to kowtow to anyone.

Gossip casually, it's getting late. The two maids, Xiao Jixiang and Ruyi, came in wearing blue and blue cloaks and said that "The History of the National Dynasty" had been delivered to Li Kun's residence, and they had also received Li Kun's reward. The two of them read the good of Grandma Zhu in their mouths.

"I see." After Jia Huan came back with Aunt Zhao, he asked Xiao Jixiang to go to Ruyi to explain the matter of returning the book.

Between heaven and earth, the snow is getting heavier and heavier. The corridors, courtyards, and walkways outside the window have become white.

Jia Huan and Ruyi stayed at Aunt Zhao's place for dinner. Xiao Que asked for dinner from the kitchen and a few side dishes. Five people gathered around a table to eat. I didn't talk about any superiority and inferiority.

The kitchens in Jiafu are divided into chefs, small chefs, and public chefs. Aunt Zhao eats the worst grade of the chef. The food was a bit lukewarm. Xiao Jixiang poured hot tea on the table. Jia Huan simply mixed boiling water to eat.

The cold wind called, and the lights in the inner room jumped, warm and pleasant.

After the meal, Jia Huan looked at Aunt Zhao, Ruyi, Xiao Que, and Xiao Jixiang and smiled and wiped the dominoes. Time passed slowly.

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The light snow fell overnight and stopped the next day. The weather was cold, and Jia Huan didn't let Zhao Guoji take him around the capital to understand the customs. Talking to Ruyi at home for two days in a row, flipping through books.

However, when Aunt Zhao came to see Jia Huan in her spare time, she asked Jia Huan to go out to play, not to be bored at home.

When it snowed the day before yesterday, Jia Huan and Aunt Zhao had a slightly closer relationship. Aunt Zhao has accepted the fact that her son is like a little adult after he recovers from his illness, and her discipline over him has relaxed a lot. Jia Huan's time is now at his disposal.

On the afternoon of the twenty-fifth day of the lunar month, the sky was fine. The New Year's festival has just passed. Accompanied by Zhao Guoji, Jia Huan walked out of the corner gate of Jiafu, followed Rongguofu South Street, and went to the bustling streets of Sishifang.

The Jingshi of the Zhou Dynasty was not divided into eastern and western cities like Chang'an in the Han Dynasty; It is also not like the Sui and Tang dynasties, where the city was divided into east, west, north and south, with different wealth and wealth; On the contrary, it is somewhat similar to the Bianliang of the Northern Song Dynasty. Residential and commercial areas are naturally integrated. Among them, the four thoroughfares leading to the palace are the most prosperous for business.

Zhao Guoji is a man in his thirties, with a small hat in green clothes, and he looks like a dish. For the people.

After Jia Huan talked to him, he didn't get any useful information, so he no longer deliberately talked to him. It's just that he silently watched the merchants, pedestrians, patrolmen, and coolies coming and going on the street, and watched everywhere in restaurants, shops, rice shops, cloth shops, teahouses, pharmacies, bookstores, guild halls, yamen, and green buildings.

Jia Huan remembered that he wrote a sentence in the Dream of Red Mansions: The four seas are peaceful, and the alien races are defeated one after another. Judging from the Jingshi of the Great Zhou Dynasty: prosperity is prosperity and dense population. Commercial activities are frequent, mainly concentrated in service industries such as "clothing, food, housing and transportation", and handicrafts are rare.

But the city is no slouch either. As winter approached, people in thin clothes and ragged clothes were also seen on the streets, some were merchants, some were coolies, some were vegetable farmers, and some were unemployed poor.

Even in modern times, there is no shortage of beggars in first-tier cities. The distribution of social wealth is a major issue in any era. The rich and the poor will not be equal. Jia Huan could not judge the national strength and social situation of the Zhou Dynasty from a city.

After shopping until four o'clock in the afternoon, Jia Huan and Zhao Guoji returned to Jiafu. The few little guys waiting outside the second gate didn't move at all, as if they didn't see Jia Huan and Zhao Guoji, chatting lazily on the side.

Zhao Guoji handed the small burden in his hand to Jia Huan, "Brother Huan, if it's okay, I'll go back first." ”

According to the rules, he wants to call Jia Huan "Third Master". But the name was changed back these days when I was shopping. Jia Huan will also give him more than a dozen copper coins as a "tour guide fee" every once in a while.

"Hmm. Thank you, uncle, for spending the afternoon with me. Jia Huan took the burden, said kindly, and then stepped into the door of the hanging flower.

Zhao Guoji watched Jia Huan disappear between the courtyard and the garden. There was a hint of concern on Muna's face.

He felt as if Jia Huan had changed into a different person, not like a 7-year-old child at all, but like an adult with a mature mind. It can be seen from Jia Huan's selling things and talking to people on the street these days. He couldn't understand why Jia Huan did this, but he looked at Jia Huan like someone who asked about it.

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Jia Huan's baggage was filled with some snacks, rouge gouache and a few knives of bamboo paper bought on the street, which were used to practice calligraphy.

Back at the residence, Xiao Jixiang and Ruyi were waiting. Eye-popping sat side by side on a stool outside the suite. The two wore stone blue and water pink maid vests. Two little girls who are like green onions.

Jia Huan smiled and took out the rock sugar gourd, honey money bayberry, and rouge gouache from the burden one by one, "Oh, auspicious wishes, what you two want." ”

Auspicious Ruyi is a joke. Xiao Jixiang's age is only six years old, for example, Yi is still two years younger. Aunt Zhao gave the two of them such a festive name.

Ruyi and Xiao Jixiang, two little girls, licked the rock sugar gourd happily, and said in unison with a smile: "Thank you, Third Master!" ”

Jia Huan shook her head with a smile, the little girl was greedy. I went into the back room and put the bamboo paper on the desk. Outside the curtain came the excited cheers of the little girls. He didn't mind shopping and helping to buy some trivial things.

The purchase of rouge gouache in Jiafu has long been filled with private pockets, and the products distributed are all inferior products. The ladies and maids all asked someone to buy outside. Jia Huan helps Xiao Jixiang and Ruyi to purchase, no handling fee, and the quality is consistent with the price. Ruyi will ask him to buy pocket money these days. Even brought Xiao Jixiang, Xiao Que, Aunt Zhao, and a few little maids in his own house to him.

On the desk, it is written "Three lotus lotus floating pools, rafts can have grasshoppers!" The bamboo paper was put away, and Jia Huan sat down and wrote casually.

These days, he's completely comfortable switching between traditional and simplified. The use of traditional Chinese characters is becoming more and more proficient.

At this time, the door curtain was raised, and Ruyi struggled to carry a large wooden bucket of water, and said with a smile: "Third master, you can prepare to take a bath." "Jia Huan takes a hot shower every time he comes back from shopping. She would prepare the hot water from the kitchen in batches.

Jia Huan put down the brush and carried the barrel with Ruyi, "I'll come!" "He does push-ups every day, and he has a lot of strength in his arms.

Ruyi pouted unhappily and said, "This is a matter for the servant." ”

Jia Huan smiled and said no more. Let the little girl carry water every day, but he can't help it. But he also knows that if he goes to the kitchen to fetch hot water by himself, Ruyi will probably be trained. It's really inconvenient to not have a coal stove.

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The New Year is approaching. On the 28th, Jiafu worshiped his ancestors at the ancestral shrine of the Jia family in Ningguo Mansion. The Zhou Dynasty founded the country and crowned the founding honors of the four kings and eight dukes. Jiafu's ancestral brothers Jia Yan and Jia Yuan were Feng Rong and Ning Erguogong. The second generation of Rongguo Gong Jia Daishan.

The titles of descendants are now as follows: patriarch Jia Zhen, general Weilie of the third grade; Jia Yu First Class General.

Ningguo Mansion and Rongguo Mansion are still the sunset. According to Jia's mother's own words: "We are a medium-sized family..."This is the position of Jiafu in the Zhou Dynasty.

Jia Huan followed Jia Zheng, Jia Baoyu, and Jia Lan to participate in ancestor worship. Jia Huan, as a small transparent and without any sense of existence, knelt at the end of the smoky ancestral shrine, and was a solid audience for a while. Instead, he took a picture of all the men in the near branch of Jiafu.

The ancestors of the male Ding are: Jia Zhen, Jia Rong, Jia Qiang, Jia Fun, Jia Amnesty, Jia Lian, Jia Cong, Jia Zheng, Jia Baoyu, Jia Huan, Jia Lan, etc.

The sacrifice is over. On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, Jia's mother had a banquet in Rongguo Mansion. In the flower hall in the second gate of Jiafu, people come and go, most of them are women, maids, and servants. The room was filled with the smell of silk and satin. Several beauties wear gold and silver, flowers and jade.

Under Wang Xifeng's deployment, the servants were in order, silent, and served tea wholeheartedly.

Jia Zheng, Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Xing, Li Kun, Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, Jia Yingchun, Jia Tanchun, Jia Xichun and others were all present. Everyone gathered around Jia Mu who was sitting in the middle and laughed. Jia Baoyu is even more in Jia's mother's arms.

Jia Lan and Jia Huan sat next to each other, and asked nervously and quietly, "Third uncle, you are going to compose a poem later, are you ready?" ”