The moonlight falls in the kiosk. Inside and outside the pavilion, there are guests participating in the cultural meeting. Most of them are scholars' attire: Tang scarves, long shirts, or square flat scarves, straight scarves, or, heads, loose robes.

Jia Huan stood by the pillar in the small pavilion, beside Sect Master Fang, looking at the middle-aged man who saluted him, "Hangzhou scholar Yuan Mei has seen Jia Tanhua!" ”

There was a slight embarrassment in my heart.

Yuan Mei's poems, he is familiar with them. Hearing the name of the original author by chance, it's still quite psychologically stressful. However, it is clear that this Yuan is not the other Yuan Mei. Yuan Mei in the original time and space, 24 years old in high school, was awarded the official Hanlin Shu Jishi.

But those who have passed the imperial examination will not call themselves "scholars".

Of course he knew about it. A few days ago, Weiwei laughed at him with a famous poem in Jiangnan: In the end, the minister is responsible for the former alliance, and the glory is more important than the beauty. Lin Xian appreciated the taste of love, and there was no rebirth in the world from now on. Wei Wei specifically said this, which can be seen in her heart. However, he came to Jiangnan in the end. As the saying goes: the past is not admonished, and the one who knows the future can be traced.

The poet is the son.

The poem is ironic. Obviously mocking him. If he remembers this in his heart, he won't think about this person's officialdom future. Taunting is risky, so be cautious when you speak.

Jia Huan nodded slightly coldly, "Friend Yuan is polite." I didn't write poems to others to ridicule, and it spread all over Jiangnan, and he still looked like "I'm glad to meet you". He really can't do this kind of "generous" thing.

Yuan Mei is in her thirties, with a long face and a long beard under her chin, which is very beautiful. The expression was slightly embarrassed. His poems were written for a while, and his fame increased greatly. But now it's sad. Because, Jia Huan suddenly went south from the capital and fulfilled the covenant. He's been beaten in the face!

Jia Huan has been in Jinling for more than two months, and has contact with Jiangnan Shilin and officialdom. There are welcomes everywhere in the world, and this is by no means bragging. The reason why he came south was spread all over Jiangnan Shilin. And with Jia Huan's current status in Shilin and the literary world, Yuan Mei has been ridiculed a lot these days.

Sect Master Fang twisted his beard and said with a smile: "Ziyu, Zicai is going to Beijing to take the exam next year, you can take care of one or two." ”

Fang Wang had stayed in the capital and was very clear about the doorway before the exam. There are many channels for scholars to become famous. But the fastest channel is undoubtedly to find Jia Huan. The person who holds the bull's ear of public opinion in Beijing is not the editor-in-chief of Pravda, but Jia Ziyu.

Sect Master Fang opened his mouth, and Jia Huan said, "Since what Mr. Dangyi said. "Mr. Fang has helped him a lot. This matter, even though he was a little unhappy with Yuan Mei's mocking poem in his heart, he still agreed.

Yuan Mei took out a collection of essays in a timely manner and said: "This is a manuscript of poetry in the next calendar year, please Jia Tanhua axe." "It's like an apology. Scholars, there are few people who can make poetry other than the teacher correct.

Jia Huan's expression softened slightly, took it away, and said, "I'll go back and take a look." ”

Yuan Mei breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The literati were in a hurry, and it was common for them to write poems to ridicule the powerful. He was in the fifteenth year of Yongzhi, came to Jinling, on the Qinhuai River, learned about Lin Jia and Jia Huan, and was angry at that time and wrote this poem. However, I never wanted to cause him big trouble.

Things are settled. Fang Wang laughed, he also valued Yuan Mei very much. If a person wants to be able to make a career, it is not about talent, but about being a person. Affection is an article. Said: "Today's moon stars are scarce. Five years ago, when did Ziyu's bright moon come out, and there was no Mid-Autumn Festival moon appreciation in the world. I'm going to leave another masterpiece today. ”

Mr. Zhongsan on the side said with a smile: "Wangxi, let all the living beings chant poetry first, lest Ziyu's good poems come out, and everyone will lose their poetry." ”

These words look at praising Jia Huan, but in fact, it is "squeezing" Jia Huan, and a good work must be produced. The crowd in the kiosk laughed.

Word spreads. In the clear moonlight, the atmosphere of the Wenhui was pushed to a high tide.

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"Pity the moon tonight, where are you going? Is there another world, just see it over there, the light and shadow in the east? It's outside the sky, sweaty, but the long wind sends the Mid-Autumn Festival? Who is the rootless system of the flying mirror? Who will stay if you don't marry? …”

During the trip from Jinling to Suzhou, Lin Qianwei's moving singing voice sang all the way. sang "Magnolia Slow-Poor Moon" made by Jia Huan in the back garden of Fangfu that day. After the Japanese meeting, it spread to Jiangnan.

Jia Huan enjoyed this beautiful singing, and took a comfortable and leisurely boat ride from the canal into the Susong area. Looking at the ancient Yangtze River, sighing from the dawn. The water flows Wu Guoyuan, and the flowers enter the savages' homes. The group arrived in Suzhou on the fifth day of August.

In the dock in the evening, the boats are like shuttles. Jia Huan and his entourage of more than a dozen people, hired a carriage, and entered the city of Suzhou in the sunset.

In the swaying carriage, the shouting and shouting in the market. kept breaking into the ears of Jia Huan and Lin Qianwei in the car. The street must be a bustling, stretched picture of life. Lin Qianwei was dressed in a cyan long dress, snuggled in Jia Huan's arms, her red lips opened lightly, and in that aria tone, with the infinite tiredness and laziness of a beauty, she sighed: "Suzhou has arrived..."

Wuzhong has a good scenery, August is like March. The water viburnum leaves are still fragrant, and the wood lotus has not stopped. That night, Jia Huan and Lin Qianwei lived in the city.

In the eyes of businessmen, Suzhou was the industrial and commercial center of the country at this time. The economy is developed and all industries are thriving. With a population of more than two million, this city is full of life. Suzhou's citizen class has been formed for many years.

An obvious feature is that Suzhou citizens like to litigate. This is the inevitable product of economic development to a certain extent. Take a look at the Song Dynasty in our country, or look at the United States today. Similar.

In Jia Huan's eyes, Suzhou is Daiyu's hometown and Weiwei's hometown. Daiyu's ancestral home is Suzhou. But the Lin family has no relatives in Suzhou, all of them are distant branches, and for Sister Lin, the time she has lived in Yangzhou is much greater than that in Suzhou. Then at the age of six, he went to Beijing and entered Jiafu. Start her life under the fence.

At the same time, Suzhou is also the nest of the Donglin Party. Just like the plot in fantasy, the story of him single-handedly picking up the nest of the Donglin Party will naturally not happen. He brought Vivi to worship her parents. Weiwei was born in a family of eunuchs in Suzhou, and she was copied for her crimes, and she entered the Teaching Workshop Division. By the way, he also had to worship Lin Ruhai and his wife.

At the same time, in Jia Huan's eyes, in the initial stage of the budding capitalism of the Zhou Dynasty, the place that is most likely to spark the first industrial revolution is Suzhou.

As we all know, the first industrial revolution first occurred in Britain, which was determined to be a "-stirring stick". The logo is the invention of the steam engine, the application. Machines replace manual labor.

The earliest origin of the first industrial revolution occurred in the textile industry. The landmark event was the invention of the loom. The industrial revolution occurred in the field of light industry and in the textile industry, where the handicraft industry is the most developed, and has its profound historical inevitability.

In the same way, if the industrial revolution is to occur in the Great Zhou, it must start from the silk fabric, cotton cloth, and this industry. Suzhou, on the other hand, has the best and largest number of textile industry workers and workshops in the country.

It's a pity that this place is controlled by the Donglin Party! The Donglin Party is all mouth cannon party and keyboard warriors. Empty talk misleads the country, but hard work prospers the country.

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In the early morning of the next day, Jia Huan accompanied Lin Qianwei to worship her parents outside Suzhou. The tomb is five miles east of the city. On a hill. Weiwei built a mound of clothes. The whereabouts of his parents' bodies are impossible to verify.

Walking from the mountain road, he took a shovel to fill the soil, weed, and pressed the paper money with stones. Paper money was burned, incense was offered, offerings were placed, and firecrackers were firecracked.

Kneeling in front of the tombstone, Lin Qianwei burst into tears and cried in a low voice: "Father, mother, my daughter has already left the land of bitterness, and her life has been decided, and she will go to the capital." I won't be able to come to see you two elders often in the future. Woo..."

Jia Huan also knelt and sacrificed. The dead are greater. At this time, Weiwei, who was holding the crying pear blossom and bringing the rain. Gently patted her pink back. He said softly, "Weiwei, don't cry." "This is his first woman in this life.

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In the afternoon, Jia Huan took Lin Qianwei to sweep the grave of Lin Ruhai and his wife. In the spring, Sister Lin talked about returning to her hometown to worship her parents. Since Jia Huan has arrived in Jiangnan, he will naturally come here. Or, if the situation between the DPRK and China is not tense next year, he will take Daiyu back to Suzhou again.

Although Daiyu has no close descendants in Suzhou, in the Lin family, Jia Huan entrusted its patriarch to take care of the graves of Lin Ruhai and his wife.

At this time, it is not far from the half of July. The grave is still new. Jia Huan burned incense, burned paper, and kowtowed. I felt a little guilty in my heart. He promised Uncle Lin to take care of Sister Lin for the rest of her life. Today, he is "on guard and stealing from himself."

After Jia Huan finished worshipping, he nodded to the patriarch of the Lin clan who was stopped by Qian Huai and the others in the distance, he didn't plan to meet them. Take the maid, the retinue, and Vivi into the city.

In the evening, August is the golden autumn. Wuzhong has good scenery, and the scenery has no morning and twilight. The dawn is full of smoke, and the autumn sound is the August tree. Jia Huan and Lin Qianwei took ownership of the small courtyard she bought a few years ago. After eating light and delicious Wuzhong dishes, the two hugged each other and talked in the bedroom. The night faded away.

Lin Qianwei changed into a lake-green skirt, her black and white beautiful eyes fell on Jia Huan's face, and said, "Xianggong, when will we return to Beijing?" ”

She knew that Jia Huan was tied to the net worth of the family, and it was impossible for her to stay alone in Jiangnan for a long time.

Jia Huan sipped his tea and said with a smile: "I just received a letter from Beijing." There is nothing to do in Beijing. Preparations are now underway for the autumn season. It's just that I can't go back and cheer on my classmates. Weiwei, we can wait for a while and then come back, and I'll take you to Jiangnan for a while. ”

Over the years, she has suffered.

"Really?"

Jia Huan smiled and looked at Lin Meiren who was leaning in the crook of his arm: a pretty goose egg face, starry eyes, a straight nose, and delicate facial features. A bright and incomprehensible face. The neck is elegant, and the skin is like jade. The plump breasts raise the lake-green skirt high.

Jia Huan smiled slightly, "That's fake." Let's play in Suzhou for a few days first: Panlong Temple, Taihu Lake. Remember the scene when we first met? On the surface of Lake Taihu. Then go to Hangzhou..."

Lin Qianwei smiled, lying on her back, looking at Jia Huan, as if the peerless jade was quietly shining. Glamorous. Listening to Jia Huan talk about the itinerary that she was looking forward to. She thought, it seems that her whole life has passed like this, and she doesn't have to regret it. Because, she used to live a very real and fulfilling life.

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Zhejiang Cheng announced that the political department is usually located in Hangzhou. On this morning, Yu Wenrui, the left counselor of Zhejiang, chatted with Shi Fu, the general judge of Huzhou Mansion (Zheng Liupin), who came to visit him in the provincial capital, in the restaurant by the West Lake.

Yu Wenrui was friendly with Jiafu in Beijing. The imperial history was sent to the Zhejiang Political Department after his term of office. smiled and said, "Dehui, you have to stay in the provincial capital for a few more days." Jia Ziyu will come to Hangzhou with her beautiful concubine in the near future. The letter has been delivered. ”

In the fraud case, Jia Huan escaped, and Zhao Xingchen, the son of the Marquis of Ruyang, was deprived of his fame. Shi Fu was selected to participate in the palace examination. Awarded the county order of Jiangnan. In the past three years, he has been promoted to the general judgment of Huzhou Government.

Shi Fu was slightly stunned, and then said happily: "Ziyu is coming to Hangzhou, which is great." ”

Yu Wenrui nodded and said, "Well, Dehui, you are the same year as him, do you know what his preferences are in terms of food?" ”

His future is tied to Jiafu. Jia Huan, the ruler of Jiafu, wants to come to Hangzhou to play, and he has to do his best.

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The golden autumn laurel is fragrant. As the political father sat firmly in the position of the political envoy, the Jia Mansion was full of laughter and laughter.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, in the study of the political father in front of Jiafu, Jia Zheng shook the letter in his hand, and the letterhead was: Unfilial man Jia Huan.... He said unhappily to Jia Lian and Jia Rong who came in: "Brother Huan'er is just nonsense!" He stayed in Jiangnan for a woman for several months and did not return. The world knows it. It's simply humiliating. ”

Jia Lian lowered his head, amused in his heart. He knew why the old man was angry. Recently, the newspaper published the poems of the Huan brothers in Jiangnan. There is a poem that writes about girlfriends and writes too strongly. Orthodox readers can't get used to it.

The poem says: The red dress of the period of wanting to talk about the romance, the West Lake is deep in the cinnamon branches. In addition to the thrush at that time, the style Xu knew a beautiful woman. In the Jingzhong Teaching Workshop, it has been singing for a long time.

As for marrying a famous prostitute as a concubine, this kind of thing. Su Shishi, the concubine of the Huan brothers, had already entered the door. At that time, he was known as: the first prostitute in the world. It's insulting or something, it's just nonsense. Who cares about the ring brothers?

Jia Lian persuaded: "Master, Brother Huan is well-known in the world, and his every move has attracted a lot of attention. It was originally a trivial matter, but it became a good story of a talented and beautiful woman. I'll tell Liu Guoshan to let the newspaper at home blow in this direction. ”

Jia Rong smiled and said, "Master, things have been fine in the house recently. Uncle Huan will come back a few days late, so it doesn't matter. ”

Several Qingke also followed to persuade the political father. Jia Zheng thought about it, lectured a few words, and then stopped. He really can't do the business of his third son. As long as in terms of public opinion, Jia Fu is not passive.

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Jia Huan wrote letters to Jia Zheng, Jia Lian, Baochai, Daiyu, Tanchun and others. The news that he would not return to Beijing until October quickly spread inside and outside Jiafu.

The autumn wind blows the autumn chrysanthemums in the Grand View Garden. Yellow, white, all kinds of flowers compete with each other. Jia's mother's eldest maid, the mandarin duck, walked along the artificial river, wearing a pale cyan cardigan, a slender bee waist, and a tall figure.

The wind blows and sorrows.

"Hee-hee-hee..."The laughter of the maids in the garden continued, laughing in this bright autumn day. The mandarin duck was about to go around. It happened that Ping'er and Raider were talking in the corridor and called her over together, "Sister Mandarin Duck, come here." ”

The mandarin duck walked over, sat down in the water pavilion, and said with a smile: "Oh, the new aunt has come to the garden." Ping'er was going to twist her. These are the words of Ping'er three years ago. The mandarin duck smiled and hid.

The attacker stretched out his hand to stop the two, and a smile appeared on his beautiful face, and he said funny: "This is the current world." All right. You two stop making a fuss and talk well. ”