Because we met for the first time, we would not talk in detail.

There were elders here, so after introducing each other, they roughly talked about the situation in the Imperial College, and Song Hua, Zhao Ning and others left together.

After Jia Cong and Jia Baoyu delivered the guests on behalf of Jia Zheng, they agreed with Song Hua to visit the Shangshu Mansion at the end of the month, and the two turned back to the outside study room.

It can be seen that Jia Baoyu is already tired of it.

On the way back, Jia Cong advised: "Baoyu, because he met for the first time, the master was there, so Zihou, Yuhua and the others would follow the etiquette in abide by etiquette.

I think this will not happen next time I meet.

You should not be impatient, otherwise the master will be angry later."

Jia Baoyu hurriedly touched his face and said carefully: "So obvious?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "It's normal for you to see Zihou's cousin, who was not seeing Zihou, almost couldn't sit still and twisted around. I think he is also a person who pursues freedom and comfort at home..."

Upon hearing this, Jia Baoyu smiled embarrassedly: "I am not greedy for enjoyment, but I am really impatient with those cumbersome and rigid etiquette."

Jia Cong said: "It's just the rules on the scene. After you get familiar with the Imperial College, look, the one named Wu Fan can make a fuss."

Jia Baoyu said with a funny look: "I also found that those eyes were always looking around unhonest. His brother also saw that he couldn't sit still, and he was like a monkey butt, so he had to say goodbye quickly."

Jia Cong thought about it and said, "Baoyu, actually, I also think that the communication between many people and many people is not correct when urging you to be a slaughterer."

Although Jia Baoyu was self-centered, he was not a fool and looked at Jia Cong suspiciously.

In his eyes, there was no difference between Jia Cong and the traitors and the like.

Jia Cong seemed to have no idea about Jia Baoyu's eyes and continued: "I think there is no need to be too utilitarian when interacting with others.

Moreover, there are only a few people in this world who are officials and slaughtering.

I prefer to be with a hundred kinds of people and know a hundred things.

Whether you are a slaughter for officials or a storyteller, as long as you are someone you can get along with, you can get along with.

In this way, we will not look at the sky in a well and think that the world is only in front of us.

You can also observe all kinds of things in the world and will not become a arrogant person who is ridiculous.

If you go to the Imperial College to study, you might as well have this mentality, instead of fame, wealth, and wealth, so that you will not be disgusted and resist from the bottom of your heart.”

After hearing this, Jia Baoyu realized Jia Cong's kindness and said gratefully: "Thank you for your kindness, I understand..."

Jia Cong patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "You are my brother, and the master and wife are very kind to me, why bother to say thank you?"

Jia Baoyu was still waiting to say something, but saw Jia Zheng standing there watching under the study corridor outside in front of him.

So he hurriedly walked forward with Jia Cong.

Jia Zheng's face was not as severe as before, but he was a little relieved.

However, he did not speak, but the customer listing beside him, Pinren smiled and said, "The two brothers in Shi are close, I wonder what interesting things are you talking about?"

Jia Baoyu was much more restrained in front of Jia Zheng. Jia Cong said: "Baoyu and I are talking about the affairs of the Imperial College. The Imperial College has the tutoring and tribute prisons in all provinces in the world. They all say that one country and the other is supporting the other. I think people in all provinces in the world are different.

In addition to studying, we should also make more friends who are worthy of contact and learn to know the world."

As soon as these words were spoken, five or six cleaners were very kind to say, like money was not available...

However, no one knows his son, but Jia Zheng sneered and said, "Cong'er is extraordinary to have such insights. But if this little beast could listen to others' advice, the previous beating would be in vain!"

Seeing that Baoyu was immediately turned into a frost-beating eggplant, she stood there with her head down, and Jia Cong didn't know what to say.

Jia Baoyu developed such a cowardly temperament. In addition to the spoiled mother and Mrs. Wang, Jia Zheng was actually not without responsibility for treating him too harshly.

Sometimes appropriate encouragement is more beneficial to growth.

But these words are not the turn of Jia Cong to say...

On the other hand, Cheng Rixing, Zhan Guang, Shan Pinren, Bu Guxiu and other Qingke guests laughed and said, "Why do you have to do this again? Today, Brother Shi will be famous in three or two years, and it is no longer the same as before."

Jia Zheng was unwilling to teach Jia Baoyu a lesson before he went to the Imperial College, so he ignored him, but said to Jia Cong: "Cong'er will write another pair of characters, and those characters were all taken by Song Chan and the others.

I haven't looked at it carefully yesterday, and I need to think about it carefully today, hahahaha."

Jia Cong replied: "Yes."

...

Five days later, the 27th day of the first lunar month.

The hustle and bustle caused by the huge changes on the day of Jia Mu's birthday have returned to peace as time goes by.

The Jia family also returned to its past peace and enjoyment, wealth and luxury.

Two days ago, Jia Mu suddenly invited her back to the host and invited her husband and wife to watch the play "Three Lady's Children" together. After the couple who were "bed ill in bed" returned to their former vitality.

The two brothers Jia She and Jia Zheng became model brothers who were as humble and polite as they used to be.

Mrs. Xing also began to set provincial rules every day in Rongqing Hall.

As soon as you enter the Marquis Gate, it is as deep as the sea, and the windings inside are so complicated...

Fortunately, Jia Cong doesn't have to pay tribute to the big house every day, and he is not qualified to pay tribute to Rongqing Hall every day, so he avoids most of the troubles.

Every day I just read and write to recover from my injuries.

Mozhuyuan, in the study room of Zhengtang.

There are laughter from time to time.

For these days, the study room of Mozhuyuan has always been like this every day.

Because in the past few days, Tanchun, who is obsessed with writing, always asked Jia Cong to help her correct her previous pen tip step by step.

A habit of several years can change in just a few days.

With Jia Cong, it is faster than by forcing change by yourself.

But this kind of teaching method is like the way for everyone to learn to write when they are three or four years old.

Even Yingchun Xichun heard about the excitement and came to watch it for a while, and she felt very "blame".

That's fine, the most interesting thing is today...

Jia Cong looked at the young woman wearing indigo blue flowers and dark patterns in front of her, wearing a dark flower-shaped dressing with white and dark flower-shaped satin-faced jacket, without makeup, dignified and elegant, even her pair of embroidered shoes were snow-green.

Ping'er, who was wearing lotus-colored clothes, followed by a four-year-old boy.

The little boy was holding a small five-color gift bag in his hand and looked at Jia Cong seriously.

In addition to Ping'er, Jia Cong naturally recognized these two people.

It was the widow and orphan left by Brother Xianzhu, Li Wan and Jia Lan.

It's just that I've never said anything before...

Seeing them standing in front of him, Li Wan was still smiling, Jia Cong felt a little in his heart. He first glanced at Ping'er, and then smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, you are..."

Li Wan looked at Jia Cong, who was only half a young man, and smiled awkwardly. She actually didn't know whether it was reliable or not. She just saw Jia Cong teaching Tanchun step by step. She knew that Tanchun's handwriting was very good, so she said: "Brother Cong, my sister-in-law came here with shame today, because she had something to ask for... "

“Hey…”

Jia Cong hurriedly waved his hand and said, "The eldest sister-in-law is like a mother. My sister-in-law said this to me. If you have any questions, just give me the right word "you can't ask for it."

Ping'er smiled and said, "Grandma heard it? I said he is the most polite person, but you took me to be a lobbyist."

Li Wan shook her head and said, "I am a fearful person. I have never been good to Brother Cong in the past. Now that I am asking for help, I am naturally not frivolous.

Ping'er is a thoughtful person, but she does better than my sister-in-law. She can only ask you to come forward and give you a gift."

Ping'er smiled and said, "This is nothing more..." and then said to Jia Cong: "Grandma, I heard that you have written very well. The masters who are officials and priests outside love them to their core.

Now Lan Ge'er is at the age of practicing calligraphy, so he wants him to take your third uncle as his teacher and practice calligraphy.

If you practice your calligraphy well, it will be very beneficial to study and become an official in the future."

Before Jia Cong could speak, Lin Daiyu next to him couldn't help but smile and said, "You really misunderstood..."

“How to say it?”

Li Wan asked hurriedly.

Lin Daiyu said: "You don't know that there are rules for practicing calligraphy.

How can you start with running script when you get started? Wouldn’t you start to learn to run away without even learning to walk?

The word "San Ge" in Cong looks strange at first, but in fact it is very accomplished.

Lian Sanya has been practicing calligraphy like this for many years, but now he still needs Brother Cong to teach me step by step.

Lan Ge'er just started learning calligraphy, and he had to start with regular script.

Let’s first copy Yan Lu Gong’s “Duobao Pagoda Stele” for three or four years. Now I learn the word “San Ge Cong” is harmful and useless.”

"ah?"

Li Wan and Ping'er were stunned and knew they were making a joke.

Especially Li Wan, her father was originally a priest at the Imperial College, and she had also read books and learned calligraphy.

It’s just that I don’t read as much as Daiyu and Xiangyun, but I have only read some of the “Biography of the Strong Women” and “Female Rings”.
To be continued...