The Rose of the Red Chamber

Tanchun's nanny took the double monthly money from Rongguo Mansion and Aunt Zhao, and was extremely devoted to Tanchun.It was still a bit chilly in Kyoto in March, so as soon as he left Jiamu's room, he wrapped Tanchun in a small cloak from head to toe.

Baoyu was better, at least she showed a chubby face outside.And Tanchun really has nothing.

However, in Yuanchun's yard, Tanchun often came here to have a rest when he was still in Jiangling, so he knew how to get there even if he didn't look at the road.

Passing through the chaoshou verandah, it was the small courtyard, all the way into the main room of the main house, Tanchun's cloak was taken off.Later, because the temperature in the main room was not as warm as inside, the three siblings went to Dongnuange to talk and play.

Here in Yuanchun, the west side is where the inner room is.The warm pavilion and study on the east side are the daily home.

Yuanchun asked people to put Tanchun and Baoyu on the kang of the warm pavilion, and then asked them to take some things from her childhood and throw them on the kang. Then she picked up a book on the kang table and put it in the shape of reading a book. in a daze.

As for what Yuanchun was thinking at the moment, Tanchun didn't know.

Looking at the ancient toys, Tanchun was not curious. She was more familiar with these things than Yuan Chun, the owner.I realized that some things that were not here were taken away by some nanny.

Alas, don't tell me, I don't think so, so she also watched Jia Yuanchun's birth.

In the past, she watched Yuan Chun being born and growing up, but now Yuan Chun watched her being born and growing up day by day.

This fate really cannot be described in words.

When Tanchun was playing with these toys that she could only look at but not touch, Baoyu, who had a sense of sex at a young age, was not willing to play with these toys.

He didn't stand up either, but quickly crawled to Yuan Chun's side, "Big Sister."

Yuan Chun came back to his senses, and smiled softly at his younger brother, "Why doesn't Baoyu play with the third sister?"

Baoyu pointed to the book in Yuanchun's hand, and said childishly, "Book, big sister."

Yuan Chun patted Baoyu's head, then glanced at Baoqin, "Go get the Three Character Classic from the study."

Baoqin went to the inner room with a smile, and came out for a while, holding a thin booklet as he walked.

"Big brother took the time to write this down a while ago, big sister read it to Baoyu, okay?"

Yuan Chun read to Baoyu, not once or twice, so Baoyu nodded quite accustomed to it.Not only nodded, but after nodding, he turned around and called his handsome sister to listen together.

He really likes to listen to his elder sister reading, and every time he listens to it, he falls asleep very well.

......

Yuanchun is better for Tanchun than Yingchun.First, although they have different mothers, they have the same father.Secondly, Tanchun's status is low enough.

Treating her well can satisfy Yuan Chun's sense of superiority that he can't even describe.

On the other side, when Mother Jia and Mrs. Wang saw that the three sisters had gone out, they sent the servants in the room to continue talking.After talking about Jia Min, they talked about Jia Zhu's marriage.

Jia Zhu's marriage was settled at the beginning of this year.

As in the original book, the girl is Li Wan from the Guozijian Festival Restaurant.

Although the wedding is scheduled for next June, there are actually quite a few things that need to be done now.

Jia Zhu is the first child of the Jia family to get married in this generation, and also the eldest son of Mrs. Wang, so he cares so much that he needs no words.

Jia's mother also valued this eldest grandson who studied hard.

The eldest son Xijue has no real power, and the second son has been rooted in the Ministry of Industry for decades.Rongguo Mansion is like this, and Ningguo Mansion is not much better, and even if you can't write two characters of Jia in one stroke, closeness and distance are all in people's hearts.

If it weren't for the coexistence of risks and opportunities, she would not have approved of Jia Rong's engagement to Qin Keqing, who was a few years older than him.However, what others have is not as good as their own. If the Rongguo Mansion has its own pillars, it will naturally be more confident.

If Rongguo Mansion said anyone could stand out and shine on the lintel, it would only be Jia Zhu.Jia Lian in the big house loves to play and doesn't like to study.Baoyu in the second room is still a child, and there will be no hope for at least fifteen or sixteen years.

Although it is a great fortune to be born with jade, but it has to be bigger, isn't it?

Therefore, considering the current situation in Rongguo Mansion, Jia's mother paid more and more attention to Jia Zhu, and so did his marriage.

And Mother Jia's emphasis is usually on high-end and high-end products, for example:

"The jade around me is a good one, so let's be a roommate for Pearl."

Jia's mother valued it, but she really valued it. As soon as she came up, she gave Jia Zhu a hundred catties of pork belly.

"Daughter-in-law thanked the old lady on behalf of Zhu'er." Mrs. Wang frowned when she heard this, and nodded her thanks with lowered eyebrows.She also began to think about which girl beside her was more loyal.

So, before Li Wan got married, there were two more people in Jia Zhu's house.Two months before they got married, the two elder girls who Jia Zhu served personally were also raised as roommates.

Once Li Wan got married, she didn't need her to do it, Jia Zhu's room was enough to play mahjong.

It's hard to be a woman these days, you've fought your mother-in-law, your concubine, your concubine, your daughter-in-law.But these are also one of the pleasures of living in the inner house. Whoever makes Li Wan have two generations of mothers-in-law as soon as he comes up.

Mother Jia waited until Mrs. Wang got up to thank her, and then let her sit down as a matter of course, and said, "Pearl is your son and my grandson, and it is only right for me to love him. The palace can take care of it." ?”

Mrs. Wang might as well have Mu Jia changed the subject so quickly, and then quickly thought about it and replied, "It's almost done."

"Has everyone in our family been sent in?"

"Yes, ten people were sent in this small election. The small election is held once a year, and some more people can be sent in at that time."

Mother Jia sighed, "That's good, we must be cautious about this matter." Ever since Yuanchun was six years old, the family decided to let her enter the palace, and Mother Jia and Mrs. Wang began to make preparations.

First, they selected the most loyal girl in the family to go to the palace to fight the pre-war, and then invited the nuns who came out of the palace to teach Yuanchun's words and deeds.

Six or seven years have passed this year, and the people they sent into the palace have almost gained a firm foothold.

Thinking that the draft would be two years away, Mother Jia squinted her eyes.

Yuan Chun is only twelve years old this year, and he will only be fourteen or five years old when the draft starts two years later.It's just right to be sent to the Tai's womb at this age.

The Zhen family became the number one family in the south of the Yangtze River by relying on a nanny and a noble concubine. How could their Jia family not?

"Those servants who have children sent to the palace, you have to be careful. Pick some good ones, give them some management positions, and give them some benefits, so that their hearts will be more towards the palace."

After hearing this, Mrs. Wang raised her eyebrows and agreed. "The daughter-in-law knows. The daughter-in-laws of the whole family are left alone." After a pause, Mrs. Wang said softly, "There are some...testimonies."

testimony?What kind of testimony is the confession written by Mrs. Wang.For example, stealing the owner's property, selling the owner's property privately, poisoning the owner's life and so on.

And the children of those families are seldom literate, and they don't know what they did when they stamped their fingerprints.

With the deed of sale and these testimonies, Mrs. Wang is sure that the people sent into the palace and the hostages currently held in the palace will not dare to betray easily.

Mother Jia nodded, and she didn't mention this matter any more.

......

Tanchun wanted to get close to Baoyu and Yuanchun.As an adult, it's not that hard.

So in Jiamu's yard, she and Baoyu were the closest, almost inseparable.Yuanchun, who loves Baoyu very much, also feels a little sincere towards her when he sees her.

Mrs. Wang's housekeeper, seeing that her own daughter and baby Pidao are both interested in this concubine who she usually doesn't pay attention to, she gave a bit of color.

Under the influence of others, Tanchun's treatment in Jiamu's yard is pretty good.At least no one would bully Aunt Zhao even if she didn't have to take care of the nanny.

Of course, they are still inferior to the Yuanchun siblings, but they have a substantial status compared to Yingchun.

But in this way, there are also disadvantages.For some reason, Mrs. Wang is even more isolated from Tanchun and Aunt Zhao's mother and daughter than when she was in her yard before.

Ever since Tanchun moved to Mother Jia's yard, she and Aunt Zhao have never seen each other even more.Aunt Zhao misses women very much, and often wanders in Jiamu's yard.

From the top to the bottom of the Jia family, there is a black heart of stepping on the high and flattering the low. If Aunt Zhao wants to go in, it is even more difficult.

In the end, I asked everyone Lai for help, and Aunt Zhao saw Tanchun in the garden of Rongguo Mansion one afternoon, who was led out by the nanny to enjoy the flowers.

"My son, Auntie misses you so much." Aunt Zhao saw that there were only Nanny and Tanchun, and couldn't help but hugged Tanchun into her arms.

She hadn't held the baby once since it was born.

As soon as Pu was born, she was carried to the main room. At that time, she couldn't even look at Ben when she was confinement.Later, when the weather got warmer, the second wife said that she was not well-behaved, so she stayed in the house to do needlework.

She was doing needlework in the wing room, but her heart could not calm down at all.She knew that after the Dragon Boat Festival, the nanny would take the child to stay in the yard for a while every day.

But she couldn't get out.

Finally she was able to go out, but it was getting cold.

She could only stand at the window and listen to the movement when the child was awake.

More than a year, really more than a year.

For 380 nine days, she lived like a year.

"Oh, Auntie, don't cry, I'll go over there and pick flowers for the third girl." The nurse couldn't bear to see Auntie Zhao like this, so she left with an excuse to let the two of them get closer.

Aunt Zhao thanked the nanny a thousand times, and watched the nanny turn around with the two of them behind her back, and then carefully looked at the daughter in her arms.

When she was young, brother Xingyuan taught her to read and write.So she is literate and has read two books.When I was in Aunt Min's yard back then, I also heard the foster mother talk about how to behave as a big woman.

At midnight, she dreamed that she hoped that this pregnancy would be a boy.

Because ordinary big women will not adopt them in order to lower the status of concubines.

But then I thought about the fact that my daughter is also very good, so how can the oppressed concubine have a good life, not to mention far away, but how can there be a concubine who survived in the old lady's life.

After much deliberation, at least her daughter can be raised safely in this big family.

"Mother, be good, don't cry." Looking at Aunt Zhao crying into tears, Tanchun couldn't tell what it was like.

Tanchun gently wiped Aunt Zhao's tears with her little hands, but this subconscious action made Aunt Zhao cry harder and sadder.

"My son, you are killing my mother." No mother can bear such a scene, and Aunt Zhao is only 17 years old this year.

"Mother, don't cry, here you are." Tanchun let Aunt Zhao cry in her arms, waited for a long time and saw that she stopped crying, and quickly handed over the handkerchief in her hand.

It was something she had prepared for a long time.