Ruyi lies on the kang bed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Qingwen had already gotten up, just went outside to take a look at the eggs boiled on the small stove and came back, holding Jia Huan's teacup on the Xiaonanmu table with both hands to warm her hands, and said with a smile: "What can I do?" Third master, you have been punished heavily, she is in Jiafu, you can't reach the whip! The punishment is light, and Sister Mandarin Duck may be suspicious.

Tell me that the third master will punish her to make you a few pairs of shoes and some ties. Three or five months of involvement is a lesson. ”

Jia Huan smiled slightly, Qingwen had a good brain, and said, "Okay, I'll leave this matter to you." You write a letter to the mandarin duck and go back and ask Qian Huai to send it over. ”

Mandarin ducks are literate. Qingwen and Ruyi followed the third sister Tanchun and Baochai to study for more than half a year. I also recognize some words. As for whether the words don't reach the meaning, it takes a lot of practice. Practicing more is a good way to master words and sentences.

"Ah..."Qingwen discussed with a bitter face, "Third Master, can I not write?" Just let Qian Huai bring a message. ”

A few days ago, he asked Qian Huai to come to the academy to find the third master, but he missed it on the way, and on the 29th of the lunar month, he rushed to visit. It's kind of a clear way.

Ruyi, lying on her side on the kang, giggled. She knows more words than Sister Qingwen.

Jia Huan laughed. Smart people often have mixed minds and find it difficult to calm down. In terms of learning, simple wishful thinking is more learning.

After laughing with the maids for a while, Jia Huan had breakfast, packed up his books, and went to study in the empty academy. There are two pretty maids chattering at home, where can he calm down and read? He's aiming for this year's exam.

Qingwen sent Jia Huan out, and at the door, she watched his figure disappear into the snow, pursing her lips and smiling. didn't cry like the year before last, and the fate of her and the third master's master and servant was not over.

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Living outside the Jia Mansion is lighter than not being in the Jia Mansion. Water is cold in winter. Laundry, vegetables, meat, rice, cooking, dishwashing, sweeping, quilting, stove and other things need to be done by yourself.

The "firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea" in life makes the days real, brisk, and warm, full of laughter and extraordinarily embarrassing.

The maids in Jiafu are all detailed in the division of labor. Personal big girls like Qingwen and Ruyi learn how to take care of their masters, and they don't know anything about cooking on a fire, buying vegetables and cooking. Jia Huan will do these household chores, and the children from the countryside will basically do it. But he didn't have the energy to be a nanny to take care of himself, the daily life of the two little girls. His main job is reading.

On the evening of the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, when moving honeycomb coal, Jia Huan, Qingwen, and Ruyi were all black on their faces and hands. In the cold night, the three of them laughed under the eaves of the porch, leaning against the wall. Nothing funny, but just want to laugh.

After the tenth day of the first month, the servant woman whom Jia Huan entrusted to Xu Fang, the head of Beiqianfang, to help him find finally came. Aunt Li, who came to live in the workshop, is in her forties, and she is dressed cleanly. Jia Huan signed an employment contract with her, entrusting her to take care of the lives of the three of them. The housework (logistics) in the small courtyard is considered stable.

The days of reading go by quickly. In an instant, it is almost the fifteenth Lantern Festival of the first month. In the early morning, under the eaves of the corridor, the icicles hang upside down, and the ice crystals are clear.

Jia Huan was drinking in the town with Mr. Ye, who had returned to the academy, last night, chatting late about the restructuring of the academy, and when he was asleep in a daze in the morning, his face suddenly turned cold, and the coldness woke him up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Qingwen sitting beside him, quickly moving her hand away, smiling like a flower.

Jia Huan said helplessly: "Qingwen, you are naughty again." Let me sleep again. "He's going to get a little angry, but he's holding back his emotions and not letting it out.

Qingwenjiao smiled: "Third master, don't sleep, I have something to get back to you." Just now, an old housekeeper came to deliver some food, saying that it was a Lantern Festival gift from Miss Lin. I'm curious, in addition to Miss Lin in the house, where else is there a Miss Lin? ”

That's a clever point. In the book, Shi Xiangyun said when he was drinking: This duck head is not that girl. This Lin girl is not the sentimental, beautiful and arrogant Lin girl in Jiafu.

Jia Huan laughed and said, "A friend of mine." The food stall in town, you know, she's the owner of that food stall. I entrusted the academy's scholar restaurant to her to operate. A girl with a lot of strength and personality. I'll take you to get to know you later. ”

He admires Miss Lin very much. Of course, if you like it, forget it. Miss Lin's face... It's breathtaking. He's certainly not a member of the Appearance Society, but he's not strong enough to ignore.

Jia Huangang talked to Qingwen, asked her to return the gift, and continued to rest.

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When Dongzhuang Town, in the western suburbs of the capital, is permeated with a stable and peaceful Lantern Festival atmosphere, Jiafuli is also lively. Jia's mother had already instructed to prepare a wine banquet and a lantern riddle party on the night of the Lantern Festival. The whole family is looking forward to it.

However, at about two o'clock in the morning, the atmosphere in the Ningguo Mansion in Dongfu was slightly depressed. Rong's grandmother Qin sent her personal maid Ruizhu back to Ningguo Mansion yesterday to give gifts to her father-in-law, mother-in-law and the elders of Xifu to show a little affection. But since she called Jia Zhen to the inner study for questioning last night, no one has come out.

This morning, several mothers-in-law were instructed to go to Jia Zhen's inner study, quietly carry out the dead Ruizhu and bury it, and dispose of the tail of the hand. The servants of the Eastern Mansion were silent and silent. The atmosphere was dreary.

The sun is getting a little higher. In Jia Zhen's outer study, Jia Rong, dressed as a handsome boy, knelt on the ground and talked to Jia Zhen. He was scared, Rui Zhu died.

Jia Zhen was dressed in a brocade robe, her face was slightly tired, she sat behind the desk, looked at her son who was bowing his head in front of him, and said in an extremely dissatisfied tone: "I don't care what method you use, I must go to the Taoist temple to pick up your daughter-in-law home today." Today is the Lantern Festival. ”

Jia Rong knelt on the ground and pleaded bitterly: "Father, the Qin clan has made up its mind to practice and ask for a son, and refuses to come back, what can I do?" I have been there once a year ago, and I can't tell her, please let the father spare his son from this suffering! ”

How did he not know Jia Zhen's mind? But he was afraid that Jia Zhen was very afraid. Don't dare to disobey at all. I went once a year ago, and I left in shame for Qin Keqing.

Jia Zhen said angrily: "! If she really wants a son, she should stay in the mansion and go to the Taoist temple to give birth to a son? ”

Jia Rong still refused.

Jia Zhen walked out from behind the desk with a calm face, kicked Jia Rong over, spat hatefully, and said sternly: "Hurry up." Otherwise, watch your skin! ”

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Jia Rong forced Jia Zhen's two little servants to take a carriage to Qixia Temple at the foot of Xiangshan Mountain, 20 miles away from the capital, to see his wife Qin Keqing.

In the cold winter and early spring, the scenery in the Qixia view is extremely beautiful. Even in the land outside the square, it is the Lantern Festival, and there is a little festive atmosphere in the view.

Jia Rong sent someone to say a word and arranged for a female crown in charge of Guanli to meet Qin Keqing in a side room.

After a while, Qin Keqing walked in in with a graceful posture wearing an orange Taoist uniform, and the look between the corners of his eyes was a little depressed. She just gave a few sarcastic words to Zhang Daogu, the female crown in charge. She is the kind of person who is told a heavy word and has to be scared in her heart for three days.

The furnishings in the wing room are simple, with a few tables and chairs, and calligraphy and paintings.

There were no outsiders, and the huge pressure in Jia Rong's heart surged up, and she knelt on the ground with a puff, hugged Qin Keqing's legs and cried: "Keqing, you have pity on me, come home with me!" He's going to beat me to death. ”

Jia Rong is only a nineteen-year-old young man, and under the pressure of his father, he can no longer take care of other things. For example, wearing a green hat on the head. Ruizhu was tortured and killed, and his heart was close to collapse. Peace only.

Qin Keqing's face was extremely embarrassed, she would definitely have to give that person a hand when she went back, how could she go back? But the husband actually spoke like this. Weeping and said: "Brother Rong, you only ask me to pity you, who will pity me when the time comes?" If I give him that and spread it, what face will I have to live? ”

Jia Rong cried: "Keqing, Ruizhu is dead!" ”

"Ahh Qin Keqing screamed in fright, covered her mouth, and took half a step back, the huge shock made her legs weak, and she sat on the ground, looking at the face of her husband who was close at hand. Jia Rong nodded. There is no doubt about it.

A strong sadness surged into Qin Keqing's heart. Ruizhu, who followed her for many years, just like that, died. It was the man's hand! She only sent Ruizhu back to give gifts yesterday, originally thinking of doing her best, and she wanted to send Ruizhu to the ghost gate.

"Woo...."Qin Keqing was in unspeakable pain, and couldn't help crying, tears rolling down. Anger fills the heart.

Jia Rong pleaded: "Keqing, you go back with me." Otherwise, my father would have beaten me to death! Perhaps, it's just that you think too much. Stay for two days, and then come back to this temple. ”

Qin Keqing was angry in his heart and scolded: "Phew! Why do I think too much? He's going to break in while I'm in the shower. I almost just..., why do I think too much? You shameless man, do you give your wife to others like this to play? You go, you go, I don't want to see you again. ”

Qin Keqing and Jia Rong quarreled in the wing, burst into tears, and ran out. Her valet died. What about herself?

Jia Rong found nothing, and when she left Qixia Temple, she was terrified. He didn't know how to go back and face his angry father: Jia Zhen.

He was afraid.

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Jia Huan didn't know what happened in Qixiaguan and Jiafu, and studied hard in the academy every day. Follow He Jiaolang to learn the eight shares, learn the scriptures, sharpen the articles, and the days fly by. Tempus fugit.

One day at the end of January, there was a gentle breeze. In the evening, Yao Wei and Du Hong invited him to eat at the head office of Xianheng Commercial Bank. The origin of the word "Xianheng" comes from the Book of Changes. Kun Hexagram" of "Biography" "contains Hong vast, and the product is salty". The most famous is the Xianheng Hotel. Because of Mr. Lu Xun's "Kong Yiji", it is famous at home and abroad. Jia Huan directly used it as the name of the academy's trading house.

Xianheng Commercial Bank is responsible for Dongzhuang Town, performing tax, administrative, judicial, public security and other duties. In short, the Xianheng firm performed the duties of a town government that had a weak relationship with the Wanping county government.

Although students who are interested in learning in the college do not have temporary positions in the firm, they must be disciples from the college to enter the core level of the firm. The core disciples of the academy, such as Jia Huan, Gongsun Liang, Luo Xiangyang and others, had great influence in the firm. With Jia Huan's prestige, he can even decide the matter of the business house with one word.

The head office of Xianheng Commercial Bank is located at No. 10, the middle section of Zhengjie Street, Dongzhuang Town. The courtyards and private rooms are displayed one by one, and the layout is similar to that of an enlarged office.

In the private room on the east side, Du Hong toasted Jia Huan and said: "The head of the court, now that the work of the business bank is very stable, I want to open up new sources of money, and I want to ask the head of the house if he has any suggestions." (To be continued.) )