The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 1 Kicked by a Donkey
In the third year of Qiansheng in the Jin Dynasty, Dongyue, Yongfang, the capital city, was a small courtyard in the back residence of Rong Guogong Jia's mansion.The weather is cold, and the wind has already swept away the leaves of the garden tree, leaving only the bare branches. A thin and thin young man is exercising under the garden tree, sweating profusely, doing push-ups, sit-ups, jumping up and down, running back and forth... He is so busy that he is out of breath.

The maids in charge of sweeping the courtyard looked strange, and gathered together to discuss in a low voice. One of the maids nodded her head and said, "It seems that Mr. Huan's place was really kicked by a donkey."

Another maid stuck out her tongue and said, "Master Huan, what are you doing? You won't think you're a yelling donkey if you lie down there, right?"

Although the three maids were not very old, they looked like twelve or thirteen years old, but they had already begun to understand human affairs. They all blushed when they said this, and when they saw the boy panting for breath and doing push-ups, they couldn't bear to watch.

The young man faintly heard the discussion of the three maids, and almost lost his temper. His hands softened, and he fell directly to the ground. Seeing this, the three maids covered their mouths and laughed.

The young man was covered with black lines. He got up and panted while dusting off his body. He thought to himself: "This body is really too weak. It seems that in addition to strengthening exercise, it needs to be nourished and nourished. I wonder if there is Liuwei Dihuang Pill in this world. This thing is so popular that the stock price is skyrocketing."

Luo Wenhao was originally a graduate student of a well-known domestic university, majoring in archaeology. He had just received his master's degree and planned to stay in the school to teach. Unexpectedly, this summer, when he was invited by a historical research institute to participate in the excavation of a large ancient tomb, the tomb suddenly collapsed, and everyone was buried alive in the ground. When Luo Wenhao regained consciousness, he found himself lying on an antique bed.

By the way, Luo Wenhao is also from a scholarly family. Several generations of his family are engaged in education. There are three university professors alone. His grandfather is a great translator, his grandmother is a master of calligraphy and painting, his aunt is an architect, and his uncle is a researcher at an aerospace power research institute.Living in such an environment, Luo Wenhao found it difficult not to be outstanding. He had been influenced by his ears and eyes since he was a child, and he naturally became a erudite scholar. As early as in elementary school, he had read the four famous classics by heart, especially "A Dream of Red Mansions", which can be said to be well known.

Jia Huan did not write much in the original work of "Dream of Red Mansions". He was completely a little transparent, and he was a little transparent that everyone hated.

Fortunately, no matter how miserable Jia Huan was, he could still be regarded as the half-master of Jia's mansion. He didn't have to worry about food or clothing. He had maids to take care of his daily life, servants to accompany him when he went in and out, and a monthly payment of two taels of silver.

Of course, Luo Caizi, who has grown up from a young age, will naturally not allow himself to continue to degenerate like Jia Huan, just as a certain classic line said: If a person has no dreams, what is the difference from a salted fish?
Moreover, the comfortable life of Jia's mansion obviously could not last long. According to the description in the second chapter of "A Dream of Red Mansions", "Nowadays (Jia's mansion) has a growing population and business affairs. There are many masters and servants. There are many rich and honorable people. There is no planner and planner. Its daily expenses cannot be frugal. Although the outer shelf is not down, the inner bag is full."

It can be seen that the current Jia Mansion is only superficially rich, but in fact it has begun to rot and decline. Its finances are beyond its means, and it only relies on tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall to maintain its dignity.

As we all know, the first eighty times of "Dream of Red Mansions" were written by Cao Xueqin, and the last forty times were written in Gao Estan. The ending of Gao Estan's continued ending obviously violated Cao Gong's original intention. The Jia family in his pen finally kept the lintel and continued the rich and rich. Without the nest, the building was destroyed, and it was really clean.

Jia Huan is only seven years old now. Calculating carefully, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old when the Jia Mansion collapsed. He was in his prime.

As the saying goes, the body is the capital of the revolution. With a strong physique, at least you can run quickly, right?At that time, it will be a big deal to turn grass into a bandit. Relying on skills and knowledge reserves from previous lives, it should not be difficult to become a king of the mountain.

Therefore, the first step Luo Wenhao made was to exercise his body, and put aside other things, first to make the capital of the revolution better and firmer, otherwise everything would be nothing.

By the way, the reason why Luo Wenhao was able to cross over to Jia Huan is probably thanks to the donkey's hoof!

As for why Jia Huan was kicked by the donkey, I was a bit speechless. It turned out that this kid was naughty and cheap, and he pulled the guy who was yelling donkey.

Luo Wenhao, no...it should be called Jia Huan now. Jia Huan ignored the arguments of the three rough maids, and continued exercising after a short rest, his clothes were soaked with sweat.

At this time, a big maid wearing a red silk padded jacket came out of the house. She was plain-looking, but tall and tall, with dark eyes and bright eyes. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, her figure had already grown. Her curves were obviously not comparable to those rough girls, and her dress was much more decent. It was Hong Ling, the big maid who usually served Jia Huan's daily life.

Jia Huan is just a concubine, so the treatment is naturally inferior to that of his half-brother Jia Baoyu, who is loved by thousands of people. The quality of the maids in the house is very average, even the eldest maid Hongling's appearance is also very ordinary, compared with the charming and charming maids in Baoyu's room, it is more than one level behind.

There is no way, who made Jia Baoyu a legitimate son, handsome, and born with jade, born with auspiciousness, the whole family regarded him as a treasure, especially Jia Mu, the spiritual leader of the back house of Jia's mansion, this old ancestor loved Jia Baoyu to such an extent that he was afraid of losing it in his hand and melting in his mouth, so Jia Baoyu's treatment in the mansion was super, and other sisters and brothers could not compare.

Let's say that Hongling came out with a bad look on her face, and scolded: "Shameless little hoofs, have you finished your work? You are talking nonsense here, and you have arranged a master. Later, I will report to Second Mistress Lian, and carefully peel off your skins."

The three rough envoy girls were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they all begged for forgiveness. Hong Ling's expression softened a little, and said coldly: "I'll let you off this time, and next time I'll hear you maggots chewing, and your mouths are torn apart."

"Good sister, we were the ones who lost consciousness just now, and we won't dare again in the future." The three rough maids held Hong Ling's hand flatteringly and laughed along with them.

Hong Ling glared at the three of them, then shook off her hands and said, "Don't be a good boy to me, hurry up and get some hot water and come back to bathe the third master, it's serious."

The three maids quickly agreed, and the two went to the kitchen to fetch hot water, while the remaining one continued to clean the courtyard.

After dispatching the three rough envoys, Hong Ling looked at Jia Huan under the garden tree in the distance, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and he walked over.

Jia Huan just finished a set of jacking jumps, and when he saw the big maid walking over, he stopped and smiled and said, "Good morning, sister Hongling."

Hong Ling hurriedly said: "The third master is going to kill the slaves, how can the master greet the slaves."

Jia Huan smiled disapprovingly, and a strange flash of light flashed in Hong Ling's eyes, thinking, since the injury of Third Master Huan, his temperament has changed drastically, as if he had changed himself, it's really strange!

"Early in the morning, what's the trouble with the third master?" Hong Ling took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her head, complaining in a low voice: "The third master's injury is just right, and he's sweating all over in this cold weather. If the wind and cold make everyone feel uneasy, go into the house quickly."

Jia Huan was a little embarrassed. Although he was seven years old now, he had a soul in his twenties. He also had a girlfriend in his previous life. He had already tasted the relationship between men and women. Hong Ling was well developed, and Xiao Jia Huan's height just reached her chest.

Hong Ling was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said: "Third Master has become more and more famous now."

Jia Huan said with a smile: "No, it's just that now that I'm older, I can do a lot of things by myself, sister Hongling can save some trouble, wouldn't it be great?"

Hong Ling couldn't help laughing and said: "The third master is only seven years old this year, how old can he be?"

Jia Huan said solemnly: "Seven years old is not too young, Gan Luo is still prime minister at 12 years old."

"Who is Gan Luo?" After all, Hong Ling is only a third-class maid with limited knowledge.

"Gan Luo is a native of Qin during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods. He was very intelligent since he was a child. He was sent to Zhao as an envoy at the age of 12 and made great contributions. He was named Shangqing by the King of Qin." Jia Huan replied casually.

Hong Ling's eyes brightened and said: "The third master was injured once, not only his temper has improved, but his knowledge seems to have improved."

Jia Huan's heart skipped a beat, he laughed and said, "Really? I used to be not bad at learning, Hong Ling sister, you just didn't notice it, let's go, let's go back to the house, today is enough."

After speaking, he wiped his sweat and walked into the house.

　Let everyone wait for a long time, the new book sets sail, please collect it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)