Looking at the young girl's bright face, she actually looks like she has just entered junior high school in terms of age.
Jia Heng was silent for a moment and asked: "How much silver do you have per month in Jia's house?"
A look of surprise appeared on Qingwen's bright and beautiful face, and she said, "Uncle Heng, do you want to give me monthly payment?"
Jia Heng picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "You are a little girl, and you still need money to cut out some clothes and buy a new pair of shoes."
"Uncle Heng, do you care about this too?" Qingwen concentrated her attention, her original unhappy expression dissipated a bit, but her words still contained a bit of fierceness.
"Family affairs, national affairs, world affairs, which one does not need to be concerned about?" Jia Heng chuckled and put down the tea cup. Although he is a young man, his demeanor of taking things lightly is silently revealed in every move.
This kind of strong and gentle demeanor cannot be penetrated at all without the military experience in the previous life and the reading of ancient Taoist books. When it is sharp, it can strike like a thunder blow, and when it is gentle, it can be like spring breeze and rain.
Qingwen pursed her lips and her almond-shaped eyes flashed. What she said... was a bit hard to accept, but she could also feel the care in the plain words of the boy opposite her. She originally wanted to choke out a few words, but for some reason she gave up. After a while, he said softly: "I just arrived at the old lady's house, and the monthly salary is only half a drop of money. If Uncle Heng gives me a monthly salary, it will be as before."
As for the monthly salary, the original version of "A Dream of Red Mansions" also records that Jia's mother has the highest monthly salary, twenty taels of silver per month, and the aunt's is twenty taels. This is roughly the case for the young master, and Mrs. Wang's maid, Jin Chai, a first-class maid, only has one. Two silver coins.
This also proves that the thirty taels of silver for a volume of manuscripts sold by Jia Heng was exploited by booksellers, but it was not a cheap sale. Well, it was enough to give Jia's mother a month and a half.
"Uncle Heng, as soon as I arrived at the house, I sent someone to buy a maid. If others knew about it, they would just think that I was a frivolous person who was using the master's money." Qingwen raised her melon seeds with a slightly flirtatious look. Face, Xingyan looked at the face of the young man opposite, and suddenly said.
At this time, the little girl's voice was clear and cadenced. If her attitude wasn't so friendly, she would actually be a bit mean.
Jia Heng thought to himself, Qingwen, you are quite self-aware.
I just thought about it this way. It would be unwise to argue with such a junior high school girl. He picked up the tea cup and said: "It's not all because of you. You heard it just now. After a while, I want to get married, and there is no one in the family to do some menial work, and it’s not very good.”
Qingwen raised her eyes and glanced at the young man opposite her, and was silent for a moment.
"Aunt Cai has just told you that what you usually do is serve tea and water, and I wait on Qian'er. There are no big rules. Aunt Cai is also a kind person. You will know it later."
After Jia Heng finished speaking, he put down the tea cup and said, "Okay, you can pack it up too."
With that said, he stood up, lifted the curtain, and entered the inner wing.
Qingwen's eyes were in trance, staring at the white teacup with blue patterns placed on the small table. She tasted the words that still lingered in her ears, but she couldn't express her feelings for a while.
Why did the disappointment and resentment that I was sent here seem to fade away?
Jia Heng returned to the study, picked up the paper, and continued writing the second chapter of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms that he had written the day before. Judging from the money he had just spent, he really needed to spend money to maintain a relatively decent life. Pay attention to copying books.
"With the quality of this book, it is conceivable that once it is published, not to mention the price of Chang'an paper, it will quickly become famous in Kyoto. The word fame and fortune has always been with me. Not only writing other manuscripts, it will be much easier to negotiate the price. If you associate with scholars, you can also be looked upon with high regard.”
This is the real reason why he would choose Hanmozhai even though he would rather suffer some losses. This kind of calculation is unworthy of a gentleman and is not worthy of outsiders.
Kuang's bookstore is very famous in Shenjing. It is said that many Hanyuan poets often buy books from Haozhong. Before he entered the imperial examination and became an official, he wrote vernacular books. If he wrote some thick words and colorful poems, it would be self-destructive. But The novels and paintings about the innovation of the tripod and the rise and fall of the war show a thorough understanding of history.
While Jia Heng was thinking about it, he heard something moving in the courtyard, but it was the voice of Aunt Cai's husband, Li Dazhu.
"Brother Heng, are you in the house?"
It was agreed yesterday that we would go to the Qin family to hire someone today.
Jia Heng responded, put the engagement letter away, hid it in his sleeve, and then left the wing. Then he said to Qingwen, who was handing her clothes, "Qingwen, when Aunt Cai comes back, tell me that I will go to Qin's house." went."
Aunt Cai wants to buy a maid from Renyaozi. According to Aunt Cai's cautious temperament, she probably won't be able to do it without a day's work. After all, choosing a maid requires careful selection.
"Hey." Qingwen responded softly. After thinking for a while, she looked at the young man who had walked to the hanging flower wall and said, "Uncle, are you coming back for lunch?"
Jia Heng waved his hand and said, "No, if you are hungry, there is rice, flour, fish and meat in the kitchen. You can make some yourself..."
Suddenly, the young man's back paused, turned around slowly, raised his eyes to look at Qingwen, frowned, and said hesitantly: "You can do it, right?"
Can Qingwen cook?
You think so, right?
After all, Feng Liu is clever and dexterous, but maybe that refers to her needlework.
When Qingwen saw the young man looking at him with a frown, she responded, "Don't worry, uncle, I can cook."
Jia Heng nodded, glanced at Qingwen, and left the gatehouse without saying anything else.
Watching that figure disappear, Qing Wen's jade face was startled, and it took a long time to look back. A round of autumn sun shined through the eaves of the corridor, and the sunlight was sparse and bright, falling on the girl's slender face with willow leaves and smoky eyebrows. , the thin lips painted with rose rouge slightly pursed.
She has lived so long that she has never met such a man. Is this what people often call a gentle man?
Although she has never seen Baoyu in the house, she has heard privately that the second master Bao also cherishes girls in the house. However, she heard that the second master Bao often eats the rouge from girls' mouths. This uncle Heng, on the other hand, Like a father and a brother...
If Jia Heng knew that Qingwen missed him so much, he would definitely be dumbfounded. He only regarded Qingwen as a junior high school girl. Why did he suddenly become like a father and a brother?
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Qinzhai·Backyard
In the boudoir, Qin Keqing was dressed in a light red skirt, with a crested hairpin tied into a fairy bun with green silk ribbons, a golden wavy pin on her temples, and a silver necklace hanging down, which made her look somewhat graceful and gorgeous.
This beauty with the beauty of Bao Dai does not have the traditional willow-leaf eyebrows or melon-seed face, but has a face like a small moon, a beautiful nose and a sandalwood mouth. She is as bright and moving as a peony stamen, and her temperament is beautiful and fragrant. At this moment, she is sitting quietly beside a small table. , holding a petite and cute orange cat in his arms.
The cat was still young, with a furry head and two bright eyes that were moving around and looking around curiously. It was a kitten that Mother Wu in the Qin Mansion was looking for because she was worried that Qin Keqing would be bored.
"Girl, just now I asked about something about Uncle Heng." Baozhu stepped forward and said.
Qin Keqing stroked the orange cat's soft fur with her slender hands. Hearing this, she raised her face, which was whiter than snow and rosy, raised her dark eyebrows, and asked, "What's the matter?"
In the past few days, as more and more information was gathered about Jia Heng, Qin Keqing became more and more depressed, and her heart sank to the bottom.
Her ideal husband doesn't expect to be a general or a prime minister, or to serve as an official, but he also can't be a brave and ruthless man who flatters the superior and suppresses the inferior... a green-skinned scoundrel.
In the past two days, I was about to talk to my father to see if I could cancel the marriage.
Baozhu said softly: "Uncle Heng beat Uncle Zhen from the East Mansion of the Jia family yesterday at Cuihong Mansion. I heard this from a nun who delivered food in the East Mansion. It seems that it was because of the young lady..."
"Ah?" Qin Keqing's expression paused, her mouth opened slightly, and she couldn't help but lose her voice.
"Meow~" As soon as the orange cat felt the comfortable caressing movements on her body, she opened her mouth and called.
