The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 126
Ping'er wiped Jia Huan's usual book case over and over again, and the bookshelf was also cleaned up spotlessly. Then he sat down and looked at the pen holder in a daze. Time obviously didn't sleep well.

"Today is the [-]th of July. If it wasn't for the Tartars who suddenly violated the border, today's court exam should have been released. I don't know what happened to the third master now. I haven't seen a letter for so many days!"

Ping'er was in a daze, when a slender hand suddenly stretched out and waved in front of her eyes.Ping'er was taken aback, and took a look, only to see Lin Daiyu looking at him narrowly, stood up quickly, a little embarrassed and said: "When did Miss Lin come?"

Lin Daiyu covered her mouth and said with a smile: "I thought there were flowers growing on the pen stand, but it's a stone growing."

Ping'er was stunned for a moment before he felt complacent. He was using the allusion of Wang Fushi to make fun of himself, and he couldn't help but said with heat on his face: "At this time, why is Miss Lin bothering to make fun of others?"

Lin Daiyu took Ping'er's hand and said softly: "Has there been any news from your third master yet?"

Ping'er nodded and said: "My aunt and grandma were still making trouble this morning, and they insisted on going to Tongzhou to find the third master. The third girl persuaded her for a long time before she persuaded them. These tartars don't come early or late, but they come at this time, really damn it .”

Lin Daiyu comforted: "Sister Ping'er, don't worry too much, Huan'er Jiren has his own destiny, and I believe he will return safely."

Ping'er was right when he thought about it, didn't he say that surviving a catastrophe must have future blessings?The third master was seriously injured by a donkey last year. After recovering from the injury, he looked like a different person. He was good at calligraphy and painting, full of talent, and even won the first case in the county and government examinations.

At this time, Xiao Que'er suddenly ran in screaming: "Sister Ping'er, Jin Shu is back."

Both Ping'er and Lin Daiyu were overjoyed, the former hurried out of the room, saw the young servant Jinshu in the yard, and asked hurriedly, "Where is the third master?"

Jin Shu replied: "The college examination has been postponed, and I don't know when it will resume. The third master had to wait in Tongzhou, so he asked the little one to go back to the house to report that he is safe, and by the way, let Miss Ping'er bring 100 taels of silver and a change of clothes. "

Ping'er almost cried with joy, nodded and said: "I'll pack it up, you can get it before you leave, by the way, have you returned to the old lady and the lady yet?"

Jin Shu nodded dully and said, "I'm back."

Xiao Que'er couldn't help asking: "I heard that the Tartars were burning, killing and looting everywhere in Tongzhou. Didn't you meet the Tartars when you came back?"

Jin Shu shook his head and said, "I didn't meet him when I came back, but I met him on Qixi Festival, and he almost died."

Ping'er and the others turned pale with fright, and hurriedly asked what was going on, Lin Daiyu in the room also turned pale, and quickly turned her ears to listen.

Jin Shu recounted what had happened to the Qixi Festival, and Ping'er and Xiao Que'er couldn't help but thumped their chests and said, "It's so dangerous!"

Lin Daiyu was also so frightened that her legs became weak, and she held the doorknob and recited Amitabha silently several times. Don't look at her making fun of Ping'er just now, in fact, she herself is very worried these days. The purpose of coming here is to inquire about Jia Huan. The message no.

Ping'er asked a few more questions about Jia Huan's recent situation, and then sent Jin Shu away. Then Lin Daiyu came out of the room, clapped her hands with a smile, and said, "Look, what I just said, isn't your third master?" Are you alright? You can get out of such a critical situation, isn't it auspicious people have their own talents!"

Ping'er was also beaming with joy at the moment, and said with a smile: "That is the auspicious words of Miss Lin."

"You should be relieved now, you don't have to look at things and think about people anymore, it's like losing your soul." Lin Daiyu smiled with her small mouth covered.

Ping'er blushed, Miss Lin's mouth was really unforgiving.

"I don't want to prevent you from packing your things. It's almost autumn now, and you don't know when the college exam will resume. It's serious to prepare some autumn clothes for your third master, so as not to let the weather suddenly turn cold." " After Lin Daiyu finished speaking, she walked out of the small courtyard, her slim figure like a weak willow Fufeng.

Xiao Que'er chuckled lightly and said, "Although Miss Lin has a strong mouth and is hard to get close to, she is really warm-hearted. No, she still cares about our third master."

Ping'er smiled, turned around briskly and went into the house to pack his clothes, then opened the cash box, took out 100 taels of silver and wrapped it up. 100 taels of silver was not a small sum, but as a servant, Ping'er was very measured, and rarely asked Jia Huan about money.

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Since Emperor Kangping, the Supreme Emperor, participated in the court meeting of the Wude Hall, the court carried out a series of personnel transfers. First, he appointed Teng, the prince of the Nine Frontiers, as the governor of Zhili, to control the northern Zhili and the guards of Jizhen, and to be fully responsible for The military action of the Tartars; followed by the reinstatement of the former generals of the Shenji Camp; finally, the cabinet and the officials of the six ministries also made certain adjustments.

As a result, the Shenji Battalion that Emperor Qian Sheng worked so hard to win some time ago has returned to before liberation, and even the team that has been carefully laid down for several years has been impacted to a certain extent. The grip on power is tighter.

The civil servants are like mourning and filial piety, while the old noble group with vested interests is complacent. It must be an old man. He is extraordinary when he makes a move. In terms of playing tricks, he is still a little tender today.

And since the original squad leader of the Shenji Battalion was reinstated, the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion who had been passive and fighting immediately became like wolves and tigers. , the spears and cannons were fired at once, causing Chaohua to be dizzy, terrified, and scurrying away. The pride of running around and looting for the past few days was gone, and finally escaped from Gubeikou with the remnants of the soldiers. Life is not guaranteed.

The three major battalions of the Beijing Army are worthy of being the strongest field army in the Jin Dynasty. Once they are mobilized, it is not a boast. Lin Danhan's [-] cavalry is not enough to look at. The pain of Jin Tiequan.

Obviously, Lin Danhan misjudged the situation this time, thinking that taking advantage of the infighting between the old and new emperors in the Jin Dynasty, and the fact that Nurhachi raised troops in Liaodong, he would have an opportunity to take down Dajin in one fell swoop. The capital city of Jin has restored the glory of its ancestors. Unexpectedly, the Jin Dynasty is now in its prime, with a strong army. As long as an internal compromise is reached and the hands are spared to unify the outside world, foreign enemies will have no chance at all.

After several fierce battles, Lin Danhan's [-] cavalry were killed and injured. If the fight continues, they may even lose their underwear. In the end, they had no choice but to withdraw from Gubeikou. All the way, a complete victory!

In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed, summer has passed and autumn has come, and after entering August, although it is still very hot at noon, it is already cool in the morning and evening.

Although the Tartars have been driven away, Tongzhou is full of desolation after the war. The wounds caused by the war are still bleeding, and the pain of losing their loved ones is still continuing. Countless displaced people gather outside Tongzhou City to wait for relief from the imperial court. , black cats and catastrophes stretched into patches, really gloomy and gloomy.

Although this battle did not hurt Da Jin, it also hurt a little bit of vitality. The key is that it seriously damaged the national prestige of Da Jin. The situation is very worrying. The Great Jin Dynasty, which was in its heyday for more than 80 years since its founding, suffered this setback, and the fortunes of the country seem to be showing signs of turning around.

Autumn is cool and crisp, Jia Huan is strolling in the streets of Tongzhou City, you can still see scholars wearing straight gowns everywhere, but it is different from the past, the scholars in the past like to hold a folding fan and talk eloquently, but now it is popular to have a saber, and almost everyone has one , The wind of martial arts seems to have blown all over the north and south of the river overnight, and the frontier poetry has also risen thereupon.

"Good morning, Chief Jia!"

"Good morning, Chief Jia!"

All the scholars I met on the street stopped and bowed to say hello. They didn't neglect Jia Huan because of his young age. On the contrary, their respect was beyond words.

It turned out that although the Pine Garden Qixi Festival was not held, Jia Huan was not chaotic at the time, closed the gate of the village in time, and killed a Tartar with his hands, but the story spread among the literati circles. Therefore, Jia Huan's reputation is now It became more and more popular in the literati circle, and some people even wrote poems to praise this matter.

At this time, a scholar stopped Jia Huan's way, clasped his fists in salute and said: "In Xia Lu Xiangsheng, I prepared a table of thin wine in Nanyan Tower, and invited three or five friends to discuss poetry and fu. I only wrote frontier poems. I have heard about Jia's case for a long time. The talent in this poem is unparalleled, and it is a role model for scholars of our generation, and I invite Jia An to appreciate it!"

Jia Huan politely clasped his fists in return, and declined the other party's invitation. He had received many such invitations in recent days, but he rejected them all. Now it is not a strong man in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but a group of weak scholars who have never been on the battlefield. Poetry on the frontier is either moaning without illness or imitating others. He really lacks interest. If he has that time, he might as well do something more meaningful, such as giving porridge to the victims of disasters.

Some time ago, Jia Huan asked Jin Shu to go back to the house to report his safety, and took 100 taels of silver by the way, and he exchanged these silvers for rice grains. He built a porridge shed outside the south gate, and gave porridge relief every morning and evening. refugees.

Jia Huan is not trying to gain fame, let alone the madness of the Virgin Mary, it is just a good thing within his ability, and he is still willing to do it. This is probably the so-called: if you are poor, you will benefit yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world.

Jia Huan once heard a saying that you must do good deeds that you may or may not do, and resolutely refrain from doing bad deeds that may or may not be done. He always thinks it makes sense and regards it as a standard.

In addition, Jia Huan declined the invitation of this classmate Lu, and went straight out of the south of Tongzhou City. There are many porridge sheds here, all of which are used to give porridge to refugees. It can be seen that besides Jia Huan, there are many people who are willing to repair this dilapidated place. Rotten world.

When Jia Huan came to his porridge shed, Tiehu and Shitou were busy serving porridge, and Liu Xianglian was also helping. At this time, there were many refugees queuing up to receive the porridge, and the three of them were a bit overwhelmed.

Jia Huan walked over quickly, took the porridge ladle, and cooked the porridge with ease.

(End of this chapter)