Brother Rong thought, he also has a bottom line and principles.
Although that bottom line occasionally fluctuates!
Climbing to the second floor, Jia Rong went to the room where the old man and his brother lived. Everyone inside had already started eating, each holding spring pancakes with vegetables rolled inside.
Jia Zheng showed off his talents from time to time, asking several juniors about the origin of spring cakes and the customs of February 2, and talked about the meaning of rolling spring, biting spring, and eating spring. Finally, we talk about poetry and poetry.
"Brother Rong has to read more books when he comes back from the Yamen on weekdays. Don't leave this behind." Jia Zheng taught.
Brother Rong had a headache. He was not an elegant person. Being able to recite a few ancient poems was already considered a good memory. He responded dumbfounded, "I will pay more attention to it in the future."
He didn't know why these people kept talking about poems and songs! Just idle people, those who are officials can speak poems and songs, and those who are preparing for the imperial examination can speak poems and songs.
Can these poems and songs fill the stomachs of the people, or can they bring peace to the world?
It's not that Brother Rong wants to think this way, but it's because he feels uncomfortable after hearing such words too many times. Although I am lazy and not someone who cares about the country and the people, I can still do some practical things.
In the book that Jia Rong once read, it was written like this: In the eyes of some people, there seems to be no need to care about politics, future, or human ideals.
Before, Brother Rong thought that he was like that, but now he thinks that these masters and brothers in Xifu are like that. In other words, most intellectuals in the world are like Jia Zheng and Jia Baoyu, and they don't care about anything.
Therefore, this may be the reason why I have always respected King Zhongshun.
No matter what the purpose is, at least Thirteenth Master is seriously thinking about the people.
These guys are worse than a bastard like me.
Brother Rong shook his head slightly and suddenly looked at little Jialan at the end. What I once did was right or wrong. Will the person he cultivates be an idle official who only knows how to write eight-part essays and poems, or a good official who thinks about the people?
Suddenly he smiled bitterly, he really thought too much about how old Jialan was. When I have the opportunity in the future, I will instill in him some concepts of serving the people.
Although I can't do it myself, it doesn't stop me from spreading this idea.
After all, he is not his own son. If he does more good deeds when he grows up, he can be regarded as making more contributions to the world.
Jia Rong thought shamelessly, stared at Jia Lan and nodded, frightening the young Lan Geer to feel uncomfortable all over.
However, Jia Zheng thought that Brother Rong was asking Jia Lan for help, and said, "How old is Lan'er? Don't ask him to save you. You have to write a poem about the occasion today."
Baoyu cheered on the side and said: "It's the best, it's the best. When spring comes, there is no reason not to sing about spring."
Brother Rong frowned and glanced at Baoyu, "Boy, please don't push me."
Baoyu couldn't understand Jia Rong's eyes at all. He was still smiling, looking elegant and quietly waiting for Brother Rong to compose a poem.
Jia Rong sighed and went to Jia Zheng and said, "I really can't write poems about spring. But today, when I heard the Second Master talk about spring, I suddenly remembered something. After the new year, the free school in the clan was reopened. I don’t know what the situation is like in Yi Xue now. It’s just that I took this responsibility. When I returned home from outside the city, it was already late and I didn’t have time to ask about Yi Xue.”
When Jia Baoyu heard what Brother Rong said, he was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong. Why are you talking about Shangyixue again? Feeling anxious, he continued: "Yi Xue has gotten better recently. If you don't believe me, you can ask Lang Ge'er."
Like Li Wan since childhood, Lang Geer never talked too much about foreign affairs, adhering to the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, and picked himself up. He said: "Lan'er is focused on her studies and has never paid attention to external affairs. I don't know what the specific situation is."
Baoyu was really panicking now. Lan Geer picked himself, but it made Baoyu, his second uncle, miserable. If Jia Lan said this, wouldn't it make Jia Zheng think that he had caused another trouble in the free school?
It’s really no trouble!
Baoyu secretly trembled, just skipping class for a day. And because Xue Pan didn't want to stay there, he took Li Gui to school and occasionally played quarreling games with him in class.
It's just that you can't let Mr. Zheng know about these things. If this comes to Mr. Zheng's ears, how can you repay it?
Jia Zheng looked at the way Baoyu lowered his head and said nothing, and knew that there was something wrong with him, so he snorted. If he hadn't seen that he was in Dongfu, he would have been beaten with a stick right now.
Jia Rong said again: "I feel ashamed to say that the clan affairs have been entrusted to me, but now I don't have many inquiries from the world. If the Second Master has some free time, he can go to the Yixue and ask Mr. Li and Mr. Duan Lang. After a while, Ronger no longer has to worry so much."
When Baoyu heard this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Brother Rong.
At this moment, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. Let Mr. Zheng go inquire about the situation of Yi Xue. Then... I should not be beaten to death? I can't get through the day.
Mr. Zheng said at this moment: "It's not necessary for me to go there. Ronger just wants to set a time. Every few days, it costs a lot of money to have the two gentlemen and the owner of the hotel brought to the house to inquire about the situation." How many hours?"
Jia Rong saw that Baoyu was obviously relieved and couldn't help but snicker, but she was also speechless towards Jia Zheng. He obviously wanted Baoyu to make progress, but he, as a father, didn't want to give in at all. How could Baoyu make progress?
He said helplessly: "That's all we can do!"
After that, everyone finally stopped talking about poetry and songs, and Baoyu didn't dare to interrupt even half a sentence.
Brother Rong was also very happy, finally able to savor the taste of the spring pancake rolls.
At this time, it was completely dark outside, and a group of maids came in carrying candlesticks, and placed many candles throughout the room. Just for a moment, I felt that the whole world became brighter.
Jia Rong also saw these maids carrying candlesticks and lanterns hanging all over Tianxiang Tower. Not only that, looking out from Tianxiang Tower, the entire Ningguo Mansion is also brightly lit.
Are candles and lanterns free of charge? What a waste!
Brother Rong is very distressed!
Then he looked at the open flames around him warily, not to set Tianxiang Tower on fire. Everything here is made of wood. If you light a fire, it will not only burn down the building, but also turn you into a charred corpse.
It doesn't pay to be burned to death by a fire!
"Extinguish all the candles and keep the lanterns in the room." The cautious Jia Rong approached the women in charge and asked them to put out all the uncontrolled open fires in Tianxiang Tower. As the saying goes, a gentleman never builds a dangerous wall. If it catches fire, the Ning and Rong mansions will be wiped out in one fell swoop.
He was still not at ease, so he asked his maid and mother-in-law to send a message to the house, asking Lai Sheng and his wife to put out all the extra candles in the house. Even if Ningguo Mansion is burned down, it's all money, so there can't be any luck.
"Brother Rong, why are you doing this? Why did you let them stop when you lit candles to repel insects and ants?" Jia Zheng asked.
Bad habits are all bad habits.
Brother Rong chuckled and replied, "Ningguo Mansion doesn't like this."
Xue Pan laughed at him, "Are you reluctant to part with the candle?"
I can’t bear to part with candles. Candles are extremely expensive in this day and age. Each candle is worth money. Jia Rong didn't deny it, nodded and said: "Uncle Pan still understands me best."
The people at the table laughed and said nothing. It's just a ceremony, and we'll light up the fireworks later, as long as the idea is fulfilled.
A few people drank a few more cups, and the spring cake rolls were paired with wine. Although it was strange, it was also interesting.
After a while, it seemed that the time had come, and there was only a swish sound and a spark broke through the darkness, exploding in the dark night with a bang.
Not only their Ningguo Mansion, but the entire sky above the inner city of Shenjing was illuminated by fireworks at this time.
The sound of swishing and banging is endless!
It seems that these fireworks are competing to illuminate the dark night and bring light to the people of Shenjing.
The female relatives in the next room could no longer bear it any longer and left the table one after another, walking up to the railing and looking up at the sky.
"What a beauty!"
"Yes, it's so beautiful!" Brother Rong sighed softly, not knowing whose words he was answering. Quietly watching the fireworks go up with a swish, ignite the night sky with a bang, and then disappear into the world.
One by one, he felt complicated.
I feel a little homesick!
The fireworks over Shenjing City lasted for a full quarter of an hour. This quarter of an hour was definitely the most difficult quarter of an hour for each camp in Shenjing.
Fortunately, nothing happened tonight, and many unknown people breathed a sigh of relief.
After the fireworks dissipated, tonight's banquet came to an end.
One by one, there was excitement on their faces. Among them, there were a few people who looked lonely. For example, Jia Rong is inexplicably homesick, Jia Baoyu is unknown, and Xue Baochai is elusive.
Brother Rong saw the guests off one by one on the sedan chair and left. He then watched Mrs. You leading the female family members of the Ning family back, and then he found his little wife and returned to the courtyard.
My wife drank some wine today. Although she was not drunk, she was a little confused.
Xiangling and Queer helped Grandma Rong lie down, while Brother Rong went to wash himself a little. After all, I was exhausted in the afternoon and was sweating all over. My body was sticky and I felt uncomfortable without taking a shower.
After a hot bath, even my worries are much less.
When Uncle Rong entered the room, Grandma Rong was already fast asleep.
I was still thinking of using this opportunity to make some excuses tonight, but it seemed like I was in vain. Jia Rong shook her head, and after Xiangling Que'er helped change her coat and left the inner room, she lifted up the quilt and got in.
Habitually, she hugged Qin Keqing gently and was about to fall asleep when she noticed that the little girl's eyelashes moved.
But my little wife is not asleep yet!
She's pretending to be asleep!
She must be afraid that she would ask her what she talked about with Sister Feng. Brother Rong smiled softly and sighed deliberately: "I don't know what kind of blessings I achieved in my previous life, but I unexpectedly married a good wife who is not only as beautiful as a fairy, but also considerate and pleasant."
Seeing Qin Keqing's eyes blinking slightly, Jia Rong was even more sure that Ke'er's daughter-in-law was not asleep. Then he added: "It wasn't until I met you that I finally discovered that there is love in this world, but it doesn't appear often. Once it appears, I can't bear to live up to it."
Under Qin Keqing's closed eyes, she moved even more violently!
Brother Rong found Keqing's hand, held it between his hands, gently brought it to his mouth and kissed it. Said: "I want to hold this hand and walk through tomorrow, through this life, through life after life."
"Humph." Qin Keqing had never heard such disgusting words before. One sentence was soft-hearted, the other was heart-warming, but the third sentence was hard to bear. He snorted Uncle Rong with a smile on his face. "The uncle will coax Ke'er."
"My wife is coaxing the uncle! I thought she was asleep, so I said these heart-wrenching words. Who would have thought..." Brother Rong said aggrievedly, "I can't save my face!"
Qin Keqing smiled mysteriously and asked, "Really?"
Uncle Rong felt that he was being held, and when he saw Ke'er's slightly meaningful expression, he immediately became excited.
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