The Ring of the Red Chamber and the Nine Heavens

Before Jia Huan could turn his head in time, he heard: "Nie Zhan!"

There is only one person who can yell at himself in this house—father Jia Zheng.

It's just that, standing here, I didn't provoke him or provoke him, why Mao would provoke such an angry scolding, Jia Huan was really puzzled.

However, in view of the fact that Jia Baoyu, who is well-loved by everyone in Jia's mansion, is often honored to be greeted by his father as a "bad boy", Jia Huan is relieved: Maybe this is just his unique way of greeting?It may be equivalent to "Have you eaten?", which is commonly used by ordinary people, but the target is only limited to him, Jia Baoyu and two unlucky sons.

Jia Huan turned around, bowed respectfully, and said, "Master, my son is here to greet you."

Jia Zheng snorted, and said angrily, "Why are you looking in the mirror? You are not a woman, so looking at the mirror to feel sorry for yourself and scratching your head, is it a manly act?"

Uh... so it's for such a fart thing?Then you don't like people looking in the mirror, why are you standing up a mirror here?Isn't this framed? Woohoo. (Jia Zheng calmly said: I don’t want to take pictures, but someone wants to take pictures. Jia Huan: Is it Lao Wang who wants to take pictures? You are old and pale, what kind of mirror do you take pictures? The more you take pictures, the more sad you are~~ It’s better to move to my mother to take pictures)

Jia Huan said: "Master misunderstood my son. The son looks in the mirror not because he looks good, but because he has to go to school tomorrow. Because the son has been ill for a long time, he is afraid that his face will not look good, so that he will frighten the master. After all, the master is old. Furthermore, it is also the courtesy that students should have to dress up and go to school, but there is no big mirror in the son's room that can reflect the whole body like the master's room, so the son is taking the liberty. The son must remember the master in the future teachings, never look in the mirror indiscriminately.”

Jia Zheng frowned and pondered for a while, and felt that although Jia Huan's words sounded good, there were always some thorns in what he said.Jia Zhengfu straightened his face again, showing the majesty of a father, and said: "You will start going to school tomorrow? Don't tell me, you know the importance of schoolwork, which is good. But, there is one sentence I I want to tell you: If you want to learn, you must study hard, don’t be like Baoyu, who specializes in rich diction and prose! In that case, not only will you not be able to read well, but your temperament will be changed, and you will inevitably become a womanizer in the future. Disciple, useless killer! Remember, remember!"

He was happy to hear Baoyu being scolded, so Jia Huan's dissatisfaction with Jia Zheng's idea disappeared, replaced by deep respect: Dad, heroes see the same thing.By the way, since you are the second person besides me who knows the true face of Jia Baoyu's embroidered pillow with a bag of grass, do you want to shake a hand?

Jia Huan bid farewell to Jia Zheng, went back to the house, saw Aunt Zhao still sewing under the oil lamp, and said with concern: "Mother, it's so late, why don't you rest?"

Aunt Zhao bit off the end of the thread with her teeth, showed Jia Huan what she had sewed, and said, "Aren't you going to school tomorrow? I think the boys who followed you in the past were all careless My little monkey boy, I thought you would have to worry about it, so I thought of sewing a bag for you to hold books, so that you could pack some books, paper, pens, inkstones and so on, so as not to wake up in the morning Grabbing, and forgetting this or that place, I want to come back to get it or ask others to borrow it.”

Jia Huan saw that the book pocket was equivalent to a simple schoolbag. The inner layer contained books, and the outer layer contained stationery. There was a thick layer of linoleum between the inner layer and the outer layer. Maybe Aunt Zhao was afraid The pen and ink were spilled, and the ink leaked through to stain the books. The specially made compartment is a good design.On the two sides, two straps are tied with thick dark cloth strips, which are the shoulder straps of the schoolbag. The straps are thick, probably because the straps are too thin and easy to break, and secondly, the thin straps will be strangled. Jia Huan's shoulder.

Although the shape of the schoolbag is really not flattering, Jia Huan still grinned happily and said: "Thank you mother, this pocket for holding books is really useful, and thanks to my mother for having such a clever idea, I made it before I went to school." Come out. Speaking of Baoyu, there are so many people serving him, and I have never seen anyone do this for him."

Aunt Zhao was very heartwarming and happy to hear her son's words. The corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily, and she said, "Why does Baoyu need this? There are so many people serving him anyway. If you forget the books, pens and inks, just ask someone to come back to the house to get them." .”

Jia Huan smiled and said, "Yes, we won't compare with him. We packed everything without leaking before going to school."

Aunt Zhao sighed contentedly, and said, "It's just that it took too much effort to make this bag. I made more than half of the shoes I promised to make for you to wear to school, but I didn't make it out. Wait two more God, it must be more beautiful and warm than Baoyu's shoes."

Jia Huan hurriedly lowered her head and saw that Aunt Zhao's hands were covered with a layer of white cloth, with a few strands of red still showing through the cloth, so she knew how much effort she had put into making this simple schoolbag, and she probably had a lot of needle holes in her hands , said anxiously: "What are you doing? Just ask a maid to do it. Why do you do this clumsy work by yourself, and your hands are broken!"

Aunt Zhao rolled her eyes at Jia Huan, and said: "If I don't do it, who will do it? The maids in our house who know how to needle and thread are all in other people's houses, and the maids in this house can only sweep the floor and fetch water. And, eat and sleep!"

Jia Huan stopped talking, and lowered his head to think for a while, when he raised his head, his childish face was covered with an adult-like fortitude, and said: "Mother, your hard-working son will be remembered in my heart, Let's wait and see in the future, my son will definitely make you live a better life, better than everyone in this mansion."

Aunt Zhao reprimanded lightly and said: "Little bastard only talks big!" But she was very satisfied in her heart.

The next day, Aunt Zhao got up early and sorted out the things Jia Huan was going to take to the school. Thinking that it was cold in the school, it was no better than at home, so she went to the closet to find a big woolen coat and packed it with a big bag. There was a small hand stove stuffed in it. Seeing that everything was in order and everything was going well, she went to call the little maid to bring breakfast in the big kitchen. Then she called Jia Huan and ordered two The little maid brought hot water and rolled up her sleeves to help Jia Huan wash her face.

Jia Huan hastily declined and said, "Don't, don't, mother, I'll do it myself."

Aunt Zhao said indignantly: "Why are you being so polite! There is no big maid like Xiren in this room, so I had to do it myself. Things in this mansion look good on the surface, but it is really unfair!"

After listening to Aunt Zhao's words, Jia Huan realized that the rules in Jia's mansion are that the concubine and the concubine, and the concubine and the concubine, are treated the same on the surface. Therefore, both he and Jia Baoyu are paid two taels of silver a month. Money, and another eight taels of silver per month are used to buy stationery such as pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and the number of maids is the same.

However, in actual operation, Jia Baoyu is far more than that kind of treatment, but because of the secret operation of Mrs. Jia's mother and wife, Aunt Zhao, who is so aggressive, doesn't even have a chance to complain.Because Jia Baoyu and Jia Huan are both young masters, they are not eligible to enjoy second-class and above maids, and each has four small maids who serve closely and four maids who are rough.The division is dead and the person is alive, but there are four big maids in Baoyu's house, among them Xiren is the first-class maid, and Qingwen is the second-class maid. Yes, Sheyue Qiuwen is a second-class maid who was appointed by Mrs. Wang to serve Baoyu.According to the rules, there is no violation of the rules, even the monthly money of these four maids were locked up in the old lady's house and sent to Baoyu, but what did Aunt Zhao say?

After all, Aunt Zhao had no choice but to blame herself as a disgraceful mother, and she was still in need of a maid, so how could she have the ability to help Jia Huan?He simply became Jia Huan's maidservant and served him personally, anyway, he had been a maidservant before, so he was very familiar with these things of serving others.

Jia Huan thought about it after hearing this, but he was just a six-year-old boy who was not familiar with the situation, so he couldn't do anything if he wanted to, so he could only suppress his anger and plan for the future.

Aunt Zhao had breakfast with her son again, and then took him to the door of the room, and repeatedly told Jia Huan: "When you are cold, put your clothes on your knees, and I wrapped three pieces of carbon for your little boy." Son, you have to remember to ask him to fill it, otherwise, he will deliberately pretend to forget, take the charcoal home and use it for himself, I wasted my heart and don't say it, you will hurt your mother to death if it freezes?"

Jia Huan just nodded Weiwei, and when he went out, he suppressed the sour feeling in his heart.In Jia Huan's previous life, Sheng Anqing's mother died when he was 11 years old. After his father remarried, he was sent to live with the eldest aunt who was a middle school teacher. He pretended to have a free tutor, so he devoted himself to the new family. In life, apart from the monthly living expenses and pocket money, the word father gradually became a symbol in Sheng Anqing's heart.However, who would care about the pain deep in the heart of an 11-year-old boy who has just learned about human affairs?

Now, in this magical world of books, he has regained the warmth of family affection. Although this mother is vulgar, has a bad temper, and is not smart, everyone looks down on her here, and even pushes her away. Everyone couldn't help but want to step on her. Anyway, she was already low in the soil, and it was useless not to step on it. However, Jia Huan knew that she was the one who loved him the most here. Although her strength was weak, she did her best. He put all his strength to protect the young him, and he will always remember this true love in his heart: Mother, one day, I will make you stand upright and upright, and make everyone here bow their heads to you!