After the Rebirth of the Red Chamber

The parents of both parties had intended it, but now that they saw the right pair of children, the next thing will be even smoother.

Within a few days, the two families placed a small Ding, and made an appointment for a Dading on May [-]th.

But I didn't want to, something happened.

It's just that birth, old age, sickness and death are caused by heavenly scriptures and cannot be changed by manpower. Although Xu is worried, there is nothing he can do.

Fortunately, the Li family is indeed reasonable, and as Jia Daihua said, they are trustworthy.

After the Xu family sent someone to explain the situation here, Mrs. Li brought Miss Li to visit the door in person.

Although they didn't say anything clearly, their words and deeds have shown that they are very optimistic about Jia Jing, and they will not regret this marriage.

Since Jia Jing didn't have any sisters, the task of receiving the prospective fiancee fell on him.

For this, he naturally wished for it.

He felt that both parties should get to know each other better before marriage, and if something is really inappropriate, there is still room for reunion before the final decision is made.

In his previous life, he believed too much in the fate of his parents, so he jumped into Wu's pit.

The two wives sat together and exchanged a few words, Xu pretended to be impatient and urged them both: "Go, you young people go play by yourself, don't be uncomfortable in front of us. Brother Jing, you Don't bully your sister!"

Jia Jing hurriedly said: "Don't dare, dare not."

Miss Li's face was a little red, but she was not too embarrassed to raise her head, she just pursed her lips and smiled embarrassedly.

Jia Jing bowed his hands to her and said rudely: "If my sister doesn't dislike it, how about walking around the garden with me?"

Miss Li responded with a blessing: "Then there will be Mr. Lao Jia."

"Sister please."

"Sir, please."

Neither of them had the kind of hypocritical and shy temperament, so after a bit of courteousness, Jia Jing led the charming guest sideways to the small garden of Ningguo Mansion.

Most of the plants planted in the small garden are ordinary flowers and plants, and the most precious ones are the few clumps of Song Mei.

It's just that this season is not the time when orchids should bloom, and the two of them can only see dark green and plump orchid grass.

Jia Jing said: "Our family is rough, no matter how expensive the flowers are, we can't appreciate them, and it takes a lot of effort to take care of them. It's really troublesome, so we simply plant all these easy-to-support ones. My sister laughed."

But Miss Li smiled and said: "To be honest, I don't like those delicate and weak flowers and grasses. If I have the skills to do it, I might as well embroider a few more purses."

Jia Jing immediately praised: "My sister is diligent and thrifty, and she has the beauty of women's virtues."

Miss Li blushed, looked up at him several times, pursed her lips and hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Jia Jing asked thoughtfully.

Miss Li's voice is rare and cowardly: "I... I still like to read some military books and travel notes on weekdays. Mother always said to me, that a woman without talent is virtue. I don't know... I don't know if Mr. Jia minds?"

Jia Jing was slightly taken aback, but he naturally didn't mind.

To be honest, the men in their Jia family are of the same line.

Let's talk about disrespect for his wife. The concubine's room in the back house has always been disposed of by the wife at will, and never asked much.

But if you want to talk about respect, you don't necessarily take it to heart.

What hobbies and taboos they have about their wives, they never take the time to understand, let alone say whether they mind or not.

It is also because of this that Jia Jing didn't understand until his death in his previous life, how did Jia Baoyu come out of their hometown so strange?

His wife in his previous life, Mrs. Wu, was a standard lady from a scholarly family, the kind who was taught to be stupid.

To put it mildly, his temperament is reserved and gentle, honest and pure filial piety.

But in fact she is cowardly and unable to take care of things. Jia Jing also spent a lot of time teaching her how to take care of the clan's wife.

However, it is often difficult to communicate with chickens and ducks.How can it be as straightforward as Miss Li's speech?

Jia Jing didn't know how he felt at this moment, as if a feather was brushing gently, or as if a thin needle was stabbing sharply.

This startled, just for a moment.

Seeing that Miss Li was looking at him anxiously, Jia Jing smiled: "Mrs. Li is naturally doing it for the sake of my sister. After all, in today's world, women are always treated harshly."

Miss Li was disappointed for a while, but Jia Jing changed the subject and said again: "It's just that our family doesn't have so many rules. My sister can read and write, so it's convenient to teach in the future...cough!"

Seeing that Miss Li's face was burning red, Jia Jing reacted belatedly, he said too much, and hurriedly apologized: "It was me, Meng Lang, and my sister will forgive me."

Miss Li spat at him, and said angrily: "You haven't written your horoscope yet, you are... so thick-skinned!"

Jia Jing smiled and said nothing.

In fact, the two of them knew each other well that they were both willing to try to live with each other for the rest of their lives.

It was also until this time that Jia Jing finally learned of Miss Li's name - Yuniang.

Since they didn't like flowers and plants very much, Jia Jing suggested that she should go to Mingzhi Garden, where she usually practiced riding and archery, on her behalf.

Li Yuniang agreed happily, and said that she could also ride a horse for a while.

Mingzhi Garden is the original Huifang Garden, the one with a large plum tree planted, and there is a Tianxiang Tower next to it.

Jia Jing knew that in her previous life, Jia Zhen had posted the Huifang Garden to Xifu, and by the way, paid for it to build a Grand View Garden for concubines to visit relatives.

Once again, how did he think this Huifang Garden was not pleasing to the eye, so he simply demolished it together with Tianxiang Tower, cut down all the plum trees, and turned it into a small school yard for him to practice riding and archery on weekdays.

Jia Daihua is a military general, and he never likes those elegant things.

Xu's loves his son, and he can do whatever he wants.

On the contrary, Shi from Xifu muttered a few words, but no one listened to her.

Since it is a school field, even if it is small, it has all internal organs.

Horse racing tracks, archery targets, weapon racks, stone locks...everything that should be there is everything.

Li Yuniang really deserves to be a girl from a military officer's family. Although she doesn't particularly like to wield knives and guns, she is very good at archery.

The two had an impromptu contest, and Jia Jing deliberately let her go, but the two fought evenly.

The meeting between the two families was very successful. Before leaving, Mrs. Li saw her daughter's smile from the bottom of her heart, and couldn't help but feel a little more satisfied with Jia Jing.

After the marriage was settled, apart from urging his subordinates to infiltrate the West Mansion, Jia Jing practiced martial arts riding and archery hard in Mingzhi Garden.

In the Nanshan Hunting Field business, Jia Jing felt repentant, and realized that what he thought in the past, "learn from ten thousand enemies" is unrealistic.

Since he is a military officer, he still needs solid martial arts skills to be serious.

As for the East Palace, it happened that the old lady in the West Mansion was seriously ill, so Jia Jing took the opportunity to ask for leave, and went to see him every day, comforting Jia She, and at the same time guiding him subtly with words.

The old lady is valued by the sage, and His Royal Highness is naturally willing to sell this favor, and specially sent someone to give him some medicinal materials, and asked him to take good care of the old lady.

No matter how meticulously Rongguo Mansion took care of it, Mrs. Sun was old after all, and if there was no such accident, it would not be easy for a few years.

Five days later, at night, Jia Jing practiced a few sets of boxing. After taking a bath, he was sitting under the lamp reading military books when he suddenly heard the sound of clouds and boards.

He was clever, and suddenly got up: "Zhang Gui, come and change your clothes quickly."

At this time of year, and being so close, one doesn't need to guess that it's the old lady from the West Mansion who is dying.

When Jia Jing changed into plain clothes and came to the main courtyard, Mrs. Xu was already waiting for him.

As for Jia Daihua, as soon as he heard the sound of the cloud board, he led the people over.

Seeing him, Mrs. Xu sighed: "This old lady's crime can be regarded as a punishment. Let's go, let's go there quickly."

At this moment, the entire Rongguo Mansion is busy, holding white silk and satin to cover up the brightly colored plaques, pillars and so on.

Those colored porcelain and ornaments that could be put away had been put away a few days earlier.

The main hall was being converted into a mourning hall, Jia Jing was left in the main hall, and Mrs. Xu went to the old lady's bedroom to help watch a few servants wipe the old lady's body and put on her shroud.

Not long after, the old lady was fully dressed and carried into the prepared mourning hall.

Because the weather was getting hotter and hotter, many ice cubes were placed around the mourning hall, and there was an iceberg on the left and right next to the old lady's body.

Mrs. Xu and Mrs. Shi came over with the body, Mrs. Shi was still worrying about Bing.

"Because I didn't expect this to happen in advance, I didn't store so much ice last winter."

Mrs. Xu sighed, patted her hand and comforted her, "Who can predict this kind of thing? Brother and sister, don't worry, I'll ask the people in my house to open the ice storage, and let the old lady use it first. "

Shi said gratefully: "Thank you so much, sister-in-law!"

She was really in a hurry right now, so she wasn't polite to Mrs. Xu.

However, Shi Shi has always been proud of being the daughter of the Hou Mansion, and has never liked to take advantage of others. He has already started thinking in his heart, and will return this favor elsewhere in the future.

"Thank you, we are all family."

Mrs. Xu scolded her, and said, "It's just that, just in case, the brothers and sisters should think of a way to get some ice from other places so that they don't have enough time."

"That's the reason." Shi nodded, "My natal sister-in-law is coming tomorrow, so I'll ask her if she can give me some more."

Xu said: "It's good for brothers and sisters to know in their hearts."

Speaking of ice, Jia Jing suddenly remembered that the saltpeter he used to burn alchemy and refine mercury in his previous life could actually make ice.

But at the moment, the two families are in a mess, and this idea just passed through his mind for a while, and then he left it behind.

The mourning hall has been settled here, so Jia Daishan, a filial son, will naturally keep his mother's spirit.

Logically speaking, this first night, Jia Daihua also had to stay here.

But he was ten years older than Jia Daishan, and his health was really bad, so Jia Jing pleaded guilty to Jia Daishan and asked him to allow him to guard the spirit for his father.

He is so filial, Jia Daishan naturally will not refuse, so they come together to persuade Jia Daihua.

Jia Daihua also knew his own body well, and he wanted to take care of his son in court for a few more years.

Therefore, he did not try to be brave.

Mrs. Xu stayed, firstly to chat with Shishi, and secondly to help her arrange the guests who will come to the funeral for these few days in advance.

Most of the old lady's natal family died in the war, and only one younger sister, Xiaosun, married into the Zhen family in Jiangnan, so arrangements had to be made to report the funeral.

The direct descendants of the two families picked and picked, and only Jia Jing was considered an adult.

In order to show respect, he was sent to take a few clansmen to the south of the Yangtze River by boat early the next morning to report the funeral to the Zhen family.

The author has something to say: Because the description of funerals in Dream of Red Mansions is not very detailed, the process of funerals in this chapter is put up after the author has slightly changed our local funeral process.

On our side, the vigil at night is from the generation of the old man’s daughter-in-law, but because of the background of the story, it has been changed to a man’s vigil here.

By the way, does anyone look familiar?