Jia Zheng's words made his colleagues look a bit stunned.
It is said that no one knows his son better than his father. How could Jia Zheng, a father, not know his son's talents?
Now even Father Zheng doesn't know that his concubine has such a poetic talent. Could it be that the rumors are false?
But soon, they thought of the poem "partridge sky and sweet-scented osmanthus".
Although the concubine has great ambitions, he dare not speak out in a dark room.
One of the colleagues couldn't help but patted Jia Zheng on the shoulder and asked: "Master Jia, how much do you know about this bastard of yours? Has he read the Four Books and Five Classics? Does he write poetry on weekdays?"
Jia Zheng blurted out: "This criminal only knows how to have fun on weekdays, but after a year of enlightenment, he learned a few words, and from then on he spent all day playing and no longer studied..."
"As for the Four Books and Five Classics, how could he possibly read them all? This evil obstacle..."
Speaking of this, Jia Zheng couldn't help but feel a little confused.
He knew very little about Jia Huan.
All I know is that after one year of enlightenment, Mrs. Wang excluded him from school on the grounds that he was too young.
From then on, Jia Huan was like a wild horse that had escaped from stiffness and had no one to control it.
As for where he had read the Four Books and Five Classics, Jia Zheng never asked.
Jia Zheng's expectations were all placed on Baoyu. How much attention is paid to Jia Huan?
Therefore, when it comes to this, I can't go on.
Seeing this scene, Jia Zheng's colleagues exchanged glances with each other and understood.
This Jia Cunzhou was afraid that he would let his bastard run his course and pay little attention to him.
But not just Jia Cunzhou, even they would not pay too much attention to the concubine.
At this time, Jia Zheng couldn't help but ask: "Everyone, I wonder what poem Quanzi wrote? That you praised it so much?"
Not long after, four poems by Jia San appeared on Jia Zheng's case, including the one about White Dog's Body Swelling.
After Jia Zheng read it, he couldn't help but marvel at three of them.
For people like them, the imperial examination is just the icing on the cake - it refers to the ordinary imperial examination. If they can reach the height of high school champion, it is a different matter.
It would be more honorable to have a scholar in the family than to write a few poems that have been handed down from generation to generation.
Such poems handed down from ancient times can make the entire Jia family profit.
Even descendants thousands of years later will remember the Jia family because of these three poems.
Xie Lingyun said: Green grass grows in ponds, which was highly praised by Li Bai.
He once wrote a poem to praise: Green grass pond, Xie Jiachun, five words new for eternity.
When people of later generations praise Jia Huan, they will probably also talk about Jia Huan of the Jia family.
Not to mention future generations, even now, it brings Jia Zheng a lot of glory and joy.
Look at some of his colleagues who ignored him in the past.
And now, how many people are surrounding him to congratulate him.
Today can be said to be the most enjoyable day since he took up the post at the Ministry of Industry.
Of course, he still had some regrets in his heart.
Why wasn't Baoyu the one who wrote such poems? If it were Baoyu, it would be even more perfect.
Also, this traitor obviously has such talent, why did he never know about it?
Throughout the day, Jia Zheng was receiving all kinds of compliments, and some colleagues even asked him to attend a rally on his day off.
This has never happened before.
This greatly satisfied Jia Zheng's self-esteem.
After getting off duty, Jia Zheng got into the carriage happily and headed back home.
After returning to Mengpo Zhai in his study, Jia Zheng sent someone to call Jia Huan.
On the way to Mengpo Zhai, Jia Huan was still guessing why Jia Zheng called him.
Little did he know that in just over a day, his three poems would become popular throughout Kyoto.
In his understanding, these three poems were just a game between sisters. How could outsiders know?
Not long after, Jia Huan came to Mengpo Zhai.
Zhan Ziliang, Cheng Riching, Zhan Guang, and Shan Pinren were at the door of the study. Jia Huan stepped forward to pay homage to the Qing guests.
Zhan Guang said: "I haven't seen you for a few days. My brother seems to have changed. He is becoming more and more provocative."
Shan Pinren said with a smile: "My elder brother Baoyu was born with a jade in his mouth, so he is a god-like figure. Unexpectedly, my younger brother Huan Ge'er is no less generous. It's true that we are brothers in trouble. Master Zheng will have someone after him!"
Cheng Riching said: "Brother Huan, Mr. Zheng is in a good mood now. Go and see him quickly."
Jia Huan cupped his hands and walked into the study.
"The child has seen his father."
Seeing Jia Huan, Jia Zheng shouted sharply: "Evil beast! Do you know your mistake?"
Is there something seriously wrong with this brain? I have been studying at home all day today and haven't gone out much. What mistake did I make?
Jia Huan asked in confusion: "I don't know what mistake my child has made. Please tell me from your father."
Jia Huan's reaction made Jia Zheng stunned.
In the past, whether it was Baoyu or Jia Huan, whenever he shouted, they would be frightened like a cat and mouse.
Why is this evil obstacle not afraid now?
Jia Zheng said angrily: "You are such an evil deed. If you don't study hard and spend all your time writing a few poems, isn't that not doing your job properly?"
Jia Huan said in astonishment: "Father, my son is studying every day. Yesterday, second brother Bao took me to their poetry club. I wrote three limericks casually, which I have never written again."
Hearing this, Jia Zheng couldn't help but blush.
It turns out that this scoundrel wrote poems because Baoyu, the scoundrel, held him back.
If Baoyu hadn't pulled him away, wouldn't there be no such masterpieces?
If Jia Huan is not doing his job properly, then Baoyu is like mud that cannot hold up the wall.
Jia Zheng called Jia Huan here, but his intention was not to reprimand him.
However, the relationship between father and son in this era is mostly like this.
Even if his son has made some achievements, his father will not praise him, but will scold him a few times, just to prevent them from becoming complacent.
When Jia Zheng heard that Jia Huan still dared to be stubborn, he couldn't help scolding: "You still dare to be stubborn? Then let me ask you, you said you study every day, where are you reading now?"
Jia Huan replied: "Back to my father, I have finished reading the Four Books and am currently reciting the Book of Documents."
Jia Huan's answer made Jia Zheng unbelievable.
The first reaction was that this scoundrel was lying.
Baoyu has been studying for several years and has not even finished a college degree.
This scoundrel has only been studying for a few days and has even memorized the four books?
Jia Zheng said with a straight face: "Since you said you have read the four books, I will give you a test. If you haven't memorized it, how dare you lie to me? Watch your skin carefully!"
Jia Huan had full confidence in his memory, and he said calmly: "Please take the exam."
Jia Zheng asked: "Chen Zhen asked: The day before yesterday in Qi, the king gave me a hundred gold coins, but he didn't accept it; in Song Dynasty, he gave me seventy yi coins and he accepted it; in Xue, I gave him fifty yi coins and he accepted it. The day before yesterday, I didn't accept it. , then what you feel today is wrong; if what you feel today is right, then what you felt the day before was not wrong. Master, you must live here. What is below?"
