The Laughing Usa of the Red Chamber

"Where are people? Where are people! These two hooves want to trample my ring into the mud...Master... woo... woo...my Huaner..."

Ji Yulin was lying quietly in the back room, listening to the woman cry every day, from the disgust at the beginning to the present, she felt a little warm.

Although he was asleep most of the time, he could hear the general idea from the woman's cursing.

Most likely, the body in which he came back was an unloved concubine, who had some disputes with his first brother, and had his head broken by the protector's servants, and because he was not taken seriously, there were delays in seeking medical treatment and delaying medicine.

To him, this is really nothing. Although his biological mother was born extraordinary, she was gentle and timid, his father was a romantic man, and even a concubine with a little face dared to be spoiled and arrogant, and he was bullied by several concubine brothers when he was young. It's commonplace, but fortunately, he is so brilliant and savvy that his grandfather valued him, so he got rid of the oppression of the backyard and embarked on a road to success.

It's okay to get used to the filth of the aristocratic family.

This woman who was called Aunt Zhao, although her words and deeds were vulgar, she had a rare love for her son, but unfortunately, her son died innocently.

He doesn't believe in any mistakes, it's just a child's dispute, could it be that an eight-year-old child can hurt a 12-year-old boy?One must know that when he was 12 years old, he had already been trained as a teacher of riding and archery, but it was just to eliminate dissidents, and the method was very poor.

Just as he was thinking about it, the sharp pain in his forehead hit him again. The pain made him break out in cold sweat. He smelled the bad smell from the poor painkiller cream. Ji Yulin couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.It is enough to deal with a bastard who is not valued.

He is no longer the honor of the prime minister, everything has to start from scratch.

It seems that we still need to make a good plan or two.

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Jia Huan, the second concubine of the Rongguo Mansion, lay there for more than half a year, and when he was able to go to the ground, he dragged his sick body to the master's houses to pay his respects.

Jia Huan suffered a lot from the word filial piety in his previous life. Now that he has lived again in this life, he doesn't want to lose his personal morality. Instead, he gradually began to think about middle-budget strategies such as adoption or death.

Without him, from the perspective of Yulin of the previous century, this woman is too short-sighted, she is not even very good at concealing, the eight-year-old concubine is not even allowed to go to school, and is detained in the courtyard every day to copy Buddhist scriptures for her, and even the family is blocked. She has never been out, but she has raised her son-in-law to look like a daughter. At the age of 12, she hasn't even finished reading the four books, let alone the six arts of a gentleman.

He used to suspect that this brother had a heart of rejection, he was so stupid!

According to the original plan, after he becomes an official, he might not be able to escape her coercion, and a mere suspension of service will trap him for a lifetime.For example, in the previous life, his father was instigated by several concubine mothers, pretending to be sick, and scolding him for being unfilial, which made him delay for ten years from his position as a fourth-rank official foreigner. The powerful son-in-law.

Adoption is the best strategy, but although Jia's family is not rich, he does not have any young sons, let alone a "lowly seed" who offended the whole family's phoenix eggs.

So there is only death to escape, if he escapes, then Wang can only rack his brains to find a way to die for him, this does not need him to bother, and he has worked in the household department for ten years, forging a copy of a poor student Household registration is easy, but Aunt Zhao is a problem.

In the short time we have been together these days, it is nonsense to say that an old man in his eighties can have any affection for a young woman in her early twenties, because of this responsibility, but she has lost her parents, if he "Death of illness", what would happen to a childless aunt in the hands of such a mistress?

But she is willing to be a concubine, probably because she wants to be rich and prosperous. Although he is confident that she will go to the top again in the future, can she endure a few years of poverty?

Although Jia Huan was troubled in his heart, he kept writing, turning over and over again a copy of the Lotus Sutra countless times.

Trapped in a back house, he doesn't even know what year it is now, three meals a day, and servants with a bit of face can scold him at will. To him, the combined cold treatment of two lifetimes can't compare to this short period of Jia's family. A year.

Although he knew the difference between his concubine and his concubine, he had never seen such a blatant humiliation. Fortunately, he had already made up his mind to run away and didn't care much about it.

"A young man is humble at heart, but if the time flies, when the clouds rise in the morning, he will be a dragon's gate."

The boy in common clothes put down his pen, narrowed his eyes slightly, and muttered to himself.

The afternoon sun was warm, but it was so cold and dazzling in his eyes.

Hearing only the sound of the wind, Jia Huan raised his eyes and saw a few handsome and fierce calligraphy papers.

It was covered with a layer of rough yellow paper in a leisurely manner, and a few lines of immature and ugly ink were twisted out with trembling.

"Huan'er, it's time to eat! I know how to describe! Describe! Describe! Do you recognize it?" Aunt Zhao pushed open the door of the back room, making gestures to pinch Jia Huan's ear.

Jia Huan agreed, and Aunt Zhao took him by the arm and walked out while dusting him.

The paper Mrs. Wang gave was not good. It was brittle, rough, and fragile. Once it was broken, it would be covered in ashes.According to Aunt Zhao, even the straw paper used by the shameless girl in his brother's house is more expensive than it.

In his previous life, when he was the most downcast, he also used the best plain white Xuanna, sighed that things are impermanent, rubbed the ashes between his fingers, Jia Huan smiled and passed by.

Today is the Flower Festival, and everyone in the house is celebrating Miss Biao's birthday. Originally, Aunt Zhao's naughty personality meant she wanted to show her face, but Jia Huan said that she was not fully recovered from her illness, so she had to give it to her. blocked.

"It's busy in the big kitchen. Thanks to me saying hello to the second girl, we have a good meal today." Aunt Zhao said happily.

On the small table in the outer room is a rare and sumptuous four dishes and one soup, a dish of golden soup dumplings, a dish of red stewed venison shreds, a dish of fish-flavored fried rice cakes, a small dish of white jade sweet cakes and a large bowl of shredded wild rice and chicken. Tofu soup.

Jia Huan frowned indistinctly, although he ate a lot of porridge and cold rice this year, he never thought that there would be leftovers for the master in this mansion.

These items seem to be in order, but they are actually a dish reinstalled after dismantling the whole dish, such as the semicircular white jade sweet cake, which was unloaded from the corner of a jade-filled golden hall. There was even brown sauce on the side dishes.

It is an unwritten rule of the big family to reward the servants with the used banquet.

Aunt Zhao didn't realize it, she ran out of the yard and looked around as if stealing something, then went back to the room, closed the door tightly, and patted Jia Huan on the head who was still in a daze.

"It looks like you haven't been on the stage! Go, go, wash your hands first!"

Jia Huan washed his hands. The well water was cold in February, and his hands, which had been copying Buddhist scriptures all morning, turned red from the cold.

When Aunt Zhao saw it, she scolded him again: "Stupid and stupid! A sickness has made people sick, and she asked you to copy it to do her a good deed! Why are you working so hard?"

Jia Huan laughed and said, "Man can deceive the sky, not to mention I don't believe it."

Aunt Zhao saw that his eyes were clear, and he didn't know how much aura he had before, and her heart softened, so she muttered: "Why are you talking sourly, Auntie will stop talking and eat."

Although Jia Huan loved food, he lost his appetite when he saw the leftovers from the table, so he just sipped the whole soup dumpling in small mouthfuls.

When Aunt Zhao saw him, she hummed a few times and didn't speak, but she glanced left and right at him.

Jia Huan was helpless, but also knew what she was thinking, for an eight-year-old child, his body was indeed a bit thin, no matter what.

He took a few chopsticks of red stewed shredded venison and ate it with rice, and then took a bowl of tofu soup and drank it slowly.

The dishes were all reheated twice, and the taste was not good, but Aunt Zhao seemed to have taken advantage of something, eating quickly, but naturally skipped Jia Huandong's few dishes.

With a sudden change in his mind, Jia Huan only put on an innocent look, raised his head and asked, "Auntie, do the girls around the old lady eat this every day?"

Aunt Zhao said disdainfully: "What are those little hooves? When I was working there, even a coughing old lady thought about it."

Jia Huan wondered: "Then why did my aunt come to my wife's place?"

Aunt Zhao tapped his forehead with her chopsticks and scolded with a smile: "Who is this aunt for? One generation has been a slave for generations to come. If it weren't for Auntie, you bastard is now a thing like Mingyan!"

Jia Huan was stunned. One generation is a slave and the next generation is a slave. This is the old rule of the previous dynasty, which was abolished as early as the Ning Dynasty.

"Auntie, what year is this year?"

Aunt Zhao said inexplicably: "The 24th year of Kaiyuan."

Kaiyuan...Kaiyuan, it was Kaiyuan!

After the Spring and Autumn Period, Zhao unified the seven kingdoms, and after a great chaos, there were Xian, Jin, Ning, and Yu.Did he, Ji Yulin, go from the Great Imperial Dynasty to the Kaiyuan period in the early Jin Dynasty?

At the beginning of the Jin Dynasty and Kaiyuan, the seven kings competed for the heir.

Different from the great emperor who even usurped the throne grandly and implicitly begged three times and made four concessions, the emperor Gaozu of the Jin Dynasty ordered all kings to seize the heir, each according to his own ability, and the disaster was not as good as the emperor's grandson.

So this is the most exciting era except for the troubled times.

The battle of the seven kings forged a generation of sage Emperor Jinwu, the third son of Gaozu, who was named King Yongning back then.

Seeing Jia Huan's dull expression, Aunt Zhao was startled, she put down her rice bowl and touched his forehead, "Don't you have another headache? If you say this damn Mingyan is poisonous enough, it's so ruthless...My Huan'er , Auntie will clean him up for you sooner or later!"

Jia Huan came back to his senses after being distracted by her, and only smiled and said: "It's just a servant, don't worry about it, Auntie."

In fact, Jia Huan also had a young man who was bought from outside. He looked seventeen or eighteen years old, he was honest and hardworking, and he was tall and tall. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that his brother had a fever and asked for leave that day, Mingyan would not have been able to see it. After hurting him, Mrs. Wang couldn't understand that he only regarded Jia Huan as his master, so she used this as an excuse to sell him off.

Jia Huan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the boy's name, and he hurriedly asked, "Brother Chen, are you alright?"

Aunt Zhao sneered, "I hope you will starve to death! Auntie finally redeemed him, and that vile and shameless waiter dared to raise the price with your uncle, so he was beaten up, heck, that little girl on Yanqing's head The red birthmark is as big as a bowl! Ordinary people would be scared to see him, and dare to open 50 taels? Bah! Don’t think that the old lady doesn’t know that the price is originally charged for handymen!”

The bowl-sized red birthmark, Chen Yanqing, in the 24th year of Kaiyuan, when kneaded together is equal to... Hua Yaohou.

He felt that his face was going to be numb. Yanqing, Chen Yanqing, who joined the army at the age of 23, beheaded the second prince of Beiyi, and Hua Yaohou, who finally wiped out the Yi tribe, was sold to the male style hall by Mrs. Wang like this?

I can't complain that he has read a lot of books and has never heard of the "four princes and eight princes" mentioned by Aunt Zhao.

"I know I miss you, Big Brother Chen! My aunt has already asked your uncle to sell him the contract of prostitution, and that kid has sent a letter saying that he is going to join the army!"

As Aunt Zhao said, she couldn't help but sigh, "What a good child, he was dragged down by his paralyzed brother."

Paralyzed...brother...the first military adviser of the Jin Dynasty, Chen Yanyu, Marquis of Shenji.

Jia Huan felt that the old man's heart couldn't bear it.

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