Jia Zheng returned to Jiafu from the Yamen of the Ministry of Industry at noon. Jia Huan immediately went to Jia Zheng's outer study to see him and told him about going out of the house to study.

Jia Zheng looked at Jia Huan and said in a deep voice: "It's good to hear that the Academy is good. The mountain chief Zhang Anbo was born in the two lists of Jinshi and ruled the Spring and Autumn Period. A famous Confucian in the capital. I've heard that, too. It's just that you're a little younger after all. ”

Jia Zheng doesn't like this concubine who loves to toss things. But when Lin Juren was leaving, he said to him: The Jia family will be in high school in the future, and Jia Huan will start up! He hesitated.

Jia Huan stepped forward and saluted, emphasizing his wishes, "The child is determined to study, and his father is asked to fulfill it." ”

Jia Zheng sighed and waved his hand: "That's it." There you go. ”

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Jia Huan got the political boss and came to Mrs. Wang's East Courtyard. Caiyun, the eldest girl who stayed behind, told Jia Huan: Mrs. Wang went to Jia's mother to wait.

Jia Huan thought about it, said a word to Caiyun, and went back to his residence. In the morning, Qin Keqing had just reminded him that he would only be able to get out of Jia's Mansion after telling Mother Jia and Mrs. Wang. He knew it in his heart.

And Jia Mu's level was easy to pass. Although Jia's mother said that she hated him, as the head of Jiafu, she could not dislike that there were many scholars in Jiafu. As long as it is someone who "contributes" to Jiafu, she will welcome it.

However, Mrs. Wang's thoughts, Jia Huan was a little uncertain. Mrs. Wang's selfishness is very heavy. But I don't think that the fame of a showman will not be regarded as a threat to Jia Baoyu, right?

At about half past two in the afternoon, the winter sun fell on the locust tree in the courtyard. Jia Huan was copying Yan Zhenqing's Duobao Pagoda tablet on the table in the hall. Ruyi accompanies him and occasionally gossips. Master and servant get along.

At this time, Caiyun sent a little maid to pass the word: Mrs. is back. Jia Huan put down the brush, washed his hands, and passed through the corridor and courtyard of Aunt Zhao's courtyard to the side gate of the East Cross Courtyard. I thought about how to talk to Mrs. Wang.

He hoped to be able to leave Jiafu to study at Wendao Academy. First, the county test will be held in February next year, and he is short of time. Next year, the Xinhai Year will not be in the middle school, and the year after tomorrow Renzi will not have a child test, which is a township test year.

Second, he wanted to leave Jiafu, even if only temporarily. This narrow world shackles his hands and feet, imprisons his freedom.

In the main room of the east corridor of the east courtyard, Mrs. Wang is leaning on the soft couch to take a nap. The two big girls beside her, Jin Chu'er and Yu Chu'er, were beating their legs and waiting.

Jia Huan knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and said loudly: "Say hello to my mother." ”

Mrs. Wang waited for Jia Huan to finish knocking her head before she slowly opened her eyes and asked lazily, "Brother Huan, what's the matter with you?" ”

The tone was a little impatient, with a hint of mockery.

Jia Huan didn't seem to feel it, and said calmly: "Mother, because Mr. Lin resigned and returned to his hometown the day before yesterday, my schoolwork was interrupted. That's why I wanted to go out of the house to study at Wendao Academy. ”

Mrs. Wang sat up and looked at Jia Huan lightly. The big-faced maid Jin Chu'er brought tea to Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang took a sip and said in an unquestionable tone: "There are still two months to go before the Chinese New Year." In the spring of next year, let the school teacher teach you and Brother Lan to read. ”

Jia Huan was stunned for a few seconds. Mrs. Wang didn't plan to let him out of the house. That's a bit unreasonable, right? Even if he wins the show, what threat can he pose to Jia Baoyu? Xiucai is not worth mentioning in front of Wang Ziteng.

Jia Huan saluted first, and then stated: "Mother, I will take the county exam in February next year, and the study time is a bit tight until the beginning of spring." ”

Mrs. Wang leaned slightly sideways and put the tea bowl in her hand into the tray, and said disapprerovingly: "If you can't pass the county test this year, you will take the test again next year." ”

"There will be no children's test next year."

A hint of annoyance flashed in Mrs. Wang's eyes, "I won't take the exam next year if I don't take the exam next year." ”

A burst of anger surged up in Jia Huan's heart. The year after? What do you mean? Do you want to lock me up in Jiafu for another two years? Immediately, Jia Huan suppressed the emotions in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Back to his mother, my son wants to go down to the field as soon as possible to try his skills." ”

Filial piety comes first. He was just no more than Mrs. Wang. Even if he has emotions in his heart now, he has to suppress it!

Mrs. Wang lowered her eyes and said lightly: "You are only eight or nine years old this year, what does it matter if you are two years late?" Your eldest brother Xianzhu is 14 years old. You're still early. You go down first. ”

Jia Zhu, who died early, is the eldest son of Mrs. Wang, who is very good, and he was selected for Xiucai at the age of 14. She didn't think Jia Huan could compare to her eldest son.

Jia Huan immediately understood Mrs. Wang's thoughts: no matter whether he can pass the exam or not, he must be pressured for a few years first. It's so domineering and arrogant! Other words are just excuses. It's really... Mother's Hippie's!

Jia Huan did not leave, but raised his head and looked at Mrs. Wang levelly. He was not willing to retreat like this. If he takes a step back now, it is tantamount to losing his previous efforts. The legacy is endless.

Take a step back, and he will continue to lose his personal freedom, forced to interrupt his plans, and imprisoned in this narrow world, like a prison!

There's no going back!

Mrs. Wang tilted her chin slightly, looking down at Jia Huan, her eyes flashing with contempt, contempt, and toughness.

Jia Huan and Madame Wang's gazes met in the air. I swallowed it back when I got to my mouth. He already understood from Madame Wang's expression that it was impossible for him to get permission to leave the palace from Madame Wang.

The silent dialogue is as follows:

"Don't even think about it, just stay in the mansion honestly. I'll see how you turn it out of the palm of my hand. ”

"You'll regret it!"

"You try!"

Jia Huan resolutely saluted Mrs. Wang, turned around and left. Sneering in my heart: a living person can suffocate urine. If you don't let me go out of the house, won't I go out of the house? I see so many side doors in Jiafu, how many can you seal? Running away from home to study, do you dare to say that I am unfilial? Do you scold or praise the reader?

Mrs. Wang looked at Jia Huan's small body when she went out, a sneer flashed at the corner of her mouth, and she ordered Jin Chu'er a few words.

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In the afternoon of the same day, Jia Huan left Jiafu through the side gate on the east side of Jiafu with a large package and luggage, but Zhou Rui, who was Mrs. Wang's companion at the intersection of Rongguofu North Street outside Jiafu, was stopped by seven or eight thick servants.

All the doors of Jiafu are through South Street and North Street. The street entrance is equivalent to a traffic artery. Out of these two streets, you can get to the avenue of Sishifang.

Several healthy servants surrounded Jia Huan and trapped him in the middle. Zhou Rui stomped his feet, tidied up his hat, and walked over with a smile. He was Mrs. Wang's companion and served as the steward outside Jia's mansion. About forty or fifty years old.

"Third master, please go back! If you want to study, your wife will naturally arrange it. Don't make it difficult for us minions. As soon as Zhou Rui opened his mouth, someone forcibly snatched Jia Huan's luggage and packages.

It's rough.

Jia Huan is only 8 years old, even if he has the strength to handle after exercising, but he is the opponent of these adult men. The package was easily snatched away. Twice on the body. A deep feeling of humiliation came over me.

Jia Huan pursed his lips vigorously, and his right hand clenched into a fist angrily. But, he, did not do anything.

Zhou Rui hugged his arms and sneered: "Okay, let's go, third master." It's noisy, and everyone's faces don't look good. ”

Jia Huan looked at Zhou Rui, with cold stars shining in his eyes, and said his anger, despair, and depression word by word: "You... Yes... After... Regret... Target! I... Protect... Proof. ”