The Red Mansions

Chapter 10 Lively
In the afternoon, after Mrs. Bu returned from the outside, Jia Yun also took the opportunity to go out to practice by the small river.

An hour later, Jia Yun stopped by to borrow five big steamers on the way home and took them home.

"Brother Yun, can you survive the early hours and late nights?" Mrs. Bu put down her needle and thread when she saw Jia Yun came back, and got up and asked concerned.

Jia Yun laughed and said, "Mother, it's nothing, it's just that I got up early, and I'm not too tired!"

Mrs. Bu sighed, "Oh, the children of poor people have already been in charge of the family. If your father is still there, no matter what, he will send you to school, so you don't have to work so hard like now."

After all, it's my own son who wakes up early in the morning to make buns and sells them. It would be a lie to say that he doesn't feel sorry for him.

Jia Yun shook her head, instead of following Bu's sigh, she took all the fifteen steamers to the well and washed them carefully.

As soon as it got dark in the evening, Mrs. Bu prepared a meal, and the mother and son had a full meal, and then went to rest early.

In the early hours of the morning, just like yesterday, Jia Yun pushed the finished steamed buns to Ningrong Street with a small cart, and started to sell them. The business was as good as ever.

The time was about the same as yesterday, when the sky was bright, all fifteen baskets of steamed buns were sold out, and 1000 and [-] Wen were credited to the account.

Ningrong Street is located in a bustling place with a lot of traffic. Jia Yun reckons that if she makes five more baskets, they will still be sold out, but it will take longer.

But he won't do more, he is already satisfied with an income of one tael a day.

More than ten days went by like this. Jia Yun sold steamed buns in the morning, took one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon to practice, and rested in the rest of the day.

No one came to trouble him, and even the colleagues on the street were kind when they met, which reassured Jia Yun who thought there would be disputes.

In Weixia in April, the weather is gradually getting hotter.

In the morning, Jia Yun came back from selling steamed buns on Ningrong Street. In the alley, she could see smoke and mist in her courtyard from a distance, and there was a lot of people talking.

"Won't it catch fire?" Jia Yun's heart skipped a beat, she dropped the cart and rushed over.

When he came to the door, he realized that he was wrong.

"Brother Yun is back!" Jia Qin greeted Jia Yun as soon as she saw her.

Jia Yun asked, "What's the matter? There are so many people gathered here."

"The watchman next door died, and everyone in the clan came over to help." Jia Qin whispered.

Jia Yun breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't on fire, everything else would be fine, so he quickly said:

"I thought it was on fire just now, so I dropped the cart and ran over. Let's not talk about it. I'll go back and get the cart back so that no one can push it away."

When Jia Yun went back and pushed the cart back, because there were so many people in the yard, he didn't dare to put the cart and steamer under the eaves, fearing that people with dirty hands and feet would walk away, so he had to push it into the house first.

A person in the courtyard died, and he also wanted to help.

Just about to go out, Mrs. Bu suddenly came in from the outside, pulled Jia Yun inside, and whispered:

"Brother Yun, the old ancestor just talked to me, saying that the old watchman has no children and no daughters, and the clan wants you to be a filial son. As long as you agree, he will give the three rooms of the old watchman to our family. You how do you feel?"

The ancestor that Bu's family talked about was the longest clan elder in the three houses. His name was Jia Dailing.

Jia Yun refused without even thinking about it. He shook his head and said, "Mom, I still have to study and take the imperial examination. To be a filial son to the end, I have to keep my filial piety. I am 16 years old now. If I wait another three years, the day lily will be cold." .”

It doesn't matter if you're just an ordinary person, and the meaning of keeping filial piety is fine.

But if you want to participate in the imperial examination, if you really want to do this, you have to be filial, otherwise you will be criticized in the future.

Jia Yun didn't want to give up a lot of time for three houses.

Although within three years, he may not be on the list if he takes part in the imperial examination, but after all, he has the opportunity to take part in the county examination every year.

Mrs. Bu frowned and said, "Brother Yun, even if you want to be filial, you can still study, but you can't take the imperial examination."

"Mother, I won't agree to this matter. We have been here for so many years, so why do we need to be someone else's filial son for the sake of three houses?" Jia Yun replied firmly.

Seeing her son's firm attitude, Mrs. Bu knew that persuasion was hopeless, so she nodded and said, "That's fine, since you don't like it, then I'll go back to what my ancestors said."

Jia Yun said, "Do you want me to tell my ancestors?"

Bu's character is cowardly and kind, with soft ears, unless Jia Yun is asked to do evil things, she will abide by the principles, other things are muddleheaded, and she can't grasp the appropriateness.

"Don't worry, mother knows what to say about such a simple matter." Mrs. Bu smiled and replied.

When the two went out, Mrs. Bu went to talk to Jia Dailing, while Jia Yun asked who was the head funeral director. Naturally, if she wanted to help, she had to give her name first, so that they could be dispatched in a unified manner.

The chief manager is Jia Yun's clan uncle, named Jia Lang, in his 30s, tall and thick, and quite prestigious in the clan.

After Jia Yun signed up, Jia Lang asked him to borrow tables and benches with a dozen or so clansmen.

Jia Yun naturally obeyed the arrangement, and hurriedly went out.

"I heard that the old man died suddenly while drinking?" On the way, someone started talking and chatting.

"That's not right. When I brought it back, I still smelled of alcohol."

"Hey, let's say something ugly. It's better to die sooner. He has no children. When he grows up, if he gets sick and stays in bed, he will be offended."

"Who said it wasn't? After all, Lao Geng has been lonely all his life, and he didn't even die. He can only blame himself."

"How do you say that?" A young man asked.

"You don't know, when he was younger, he also married a wife, but he liked to drink, and beat his wife when he was drunk. His wife was also a strong-tempered one. She couldn't stand the crime and jumped into the river and drowned."

"Oh, it's a pity, we can't get a daughter-in-law we want, and he doesn't know how to cherish it after he gets married. He should be extinct!"

Jia Yun: "..."

Everyone knows which household has tables and benches, so they just come to the door and ask, and they will move out if they borrow it.

Jia Yun is young, and her seniority is also small, and she can't get along with these older seniors, so she has to worry about making jokes, for fear of breaking a taboo, so she can only occasionally go along with her and smile.

Therefore, as soon as he borrowed the table and bench, he moved away immediately to avoid feeling uncomfortable.

Carrying a table back to the courtyard, Jia Yun saw that Jia Qin was also hunched over carrying a table back from the outside.

The two put the table away, got together and chatted.

"Are there a lot of people coming? I think there are quite a few people who have been sent out to borrow tables and benches!" Jia Yun wondered.

Jia Qin shook his head, glanced left and right, and replied: "I don't know, I was also wondering about this matter. It is said that the old watchman rarely interacted with his clansmen when he was alive, and there won't be too many people coming after he died. Look at him!"

As he said that, he glanced at Jia Yun and asked curiously, "I heard that you have been selling steamed stuffed buns these days. How is your business?"

Jia Yun smiled and replied: "That's it, earning hard money. You know that life is hard these days, and I can only do this kind of drudgery from morning to night, barely enough to make ends meet."

Jia Qin: "I really admire you. If I can support myself, I can't do it anymore. If it weren't for my mother to take care of me, I would have gone begging on the street long ago."

"Humble, aren't you? Brother Qin, you are a person who does great things..."

Before Jia Yun finished speaking, a head was stretched out between the two of them, and she asked, "What big event are you going to do, let me tell you about it?"

Jia Yun turned her head to look and found that it was Jia Baoyu's round face, she couldn't help laughing and said, "I'm talking about Brother Qin, he is a person who does big things, unlike me, he can only get up early and work hard at night, haha, selling buns for nothing. eat."

While talking, he looked behind Jia Baoyu and found that Jia Rong, Jia Qiang, Jia Huan, Jia Cong, Jia Rui, and Jia Lan also followed.

Then, he asked Jia Baoyu: "Second Master Bao, what's going on today, why are you here so neatly?"

"They're all here to watch the fun, and they'll be back soon," Jia Baoyu replied.

Jia Yun pulled a few benches over, asked them to sit down, and said with a smile: "What's so interesting about being dead, aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night?"

Jia Rong interjected with a smile: "There's nothing to be afraid of when a watchman dies. Our Ning Rong Second House is also a family of generals, and it can shock lonely souls and wild ghosts."

Well, the more you say it, the more outrageous it becomes.

These guys seem to be here to watch the fun, and they talk nonsense when they sit together, probably because they have read too many scripts.

(End of this chapter)