The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 33

When Jia Mu heard the words, she laughed and said, "It can be seen that Baoyu still has some aura in this regard."

Mrs. Wang also showed a slight smile. She knew her husband Jia Zheng's temperament and was always strict with his children. Since he said that Baoyu's poems were "acceptable", they must be very good.

Then Jia Zheng commented on the poems of Jia Yingchun, Jia Xichun, Jia Lan and others. They were all mediocre, and he couldn't help being a little disappointed.

At this time, Jia Zheng picked up Lin Daiyu's poems again, and his eyes lighted up, not reading the poems, just the handwriting alone is quite impressive, it can be seen that brother-in-law Lin Ruhai is really worthy of being a talented scholar who has reached the top of the list, and he teaches well.

"Peaches are not fragrant, plums and apricots are not red, and the east wind is already laughing in the cold. The soul flies to Yuling and spring is hard to distinguish, and the clouds are separated from the Luofu dream.

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Wang and Wang Xifeng's smiles were a little stiff, but the latter reacted quickly, and immediately smiled and said: "No, when Sister Lin first came, I was astonished. I thought that there is such a beautiful person in this world. It's not like the granddaughter of the ancestors, but more like the granddaughter of the first line. I didn't expect that Sister Lin's poems are so good. She is still a talented girl."

Mother Jia smiled and said: "Your aunt (Jia Min) is a talented woman, and Uncle Lin is even a great talent. Can Yu'er be talented?"

"Oh, it's hereditary, no wonder!" Wang Xifeng said with a smile, "Then tonight's prize will belong to Sister Lin, and it can be regarded as an honor to our daughter's parents."

Mother Jia was also troubled, after all her palms and backs were fleshy, and Jia Zheng had clearly stated that Lin Daiyu's poems were better than Jia Baoyu's, so even if she wanted to be partial, she couldn't give Baoyu the prize.

Jia Baoyu didn't care, he was equally happy when the lottery was given to Sister Lin, so he smiled and said, "Sister Lin's poem is really good, better than mine, so I should give her the lottery."

Just as Jia Zheng was about to announce the winner of tonight's poetry, he found a piece of rice paper in front of him, the writing on it was ordinary, so he glanced at it casually, but immediately froze, and read it carefully.

Seeing this, Jia's mother and others subconsciously fell silent. Jia Baoyu's eyes flashed with astonishment. He knew that Jia Huan had written the last poem. Could it be that Huan'er really wrote a good poem?
Lin Daiyu glanced at the handsome young man sitting quietly in the distance, and couldn't help feeling a little bit of anticipation, but she didn't believe that Jia Huan's poems could be better than her own.

At this time, Jia Zheng had finished reading Jia Huan's poems carefully, and he seemed to be in a conflicted mood. Sitting there hesitating, Jia She was moved in his heart when he saw this, and said with a smile: "Brother Zheng seems to have a hard time choosing, let me take a look."

Jia Zheng had no choice but to hand Jia Huan's poem draft to Jia She. After receiving it, the latter cleared his throat in a leisurely manner, and read aloud: "Qiong Zi is only in Yaotai, who will plant it everywhere in the mortal world? The snow is full of the mountains, and the high men lie down, and the beauties come under the moonlight forest. The cold is surrounded by sparse shadows and Xiao Xiaozhu, and the spring covers the residual fragrance and desert moss. Since I went to Helang, there is no good singing, and the east wind is sad and lonely."

"Good poem, good poem, I think this one is the best one tonight, what do you think, Brother Zheng?" Jia She stroked his beard and shook his head authentically.

Jia She is cruel and lecherous, but the ink in his stomach is pitifully small. He knows how to appreciate a fart, but he has always been unhappy that his mother favors Jia Zheng. He is obviously the eldest son of the Rongguo Mansion and has inherited the lord of his ancestors, but his mother let Jia Zheng live in the middle road and be the head of the Rongguo Mansion. So at this time, he seized the opportunity and started to work.Since Jia's mother, Mrs. Wang and Wang Xifeng wanted to give Jia Baoyu the lottery, and they didn't want to see Jia Huan, a concubine, he wanted to help Jia Huan, so that he could deal with Mrs. Wang and others.

In fact, Jia Zheng also thought that Jia Huan's poem was the best. The reason why he hesitated was not because of entanglement, but because he was surprised that Jia Huan, who was only seven years old, could write such a mellow and delicate poem about plum blossoms.

Hehe, Jia Huan’s poem chanting plums was indeed copied, but it came from “Nine Poems of Plum Plums” by Gao Qi, a poet of the Ming Dynasty. In this world of red chambers, there is no Ming Dynasty at all, and there is probably no such character as Gao Qi. How could Jia Zheng think of it?
Wang Mian at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and Gao Qi in the Ming Dynasty were both masters of chanting plums, and Gao Qi's poem is a famous poem about plums.

So after listening to Jia Amnesty's recitation, both Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu felt ashamed and looked at Jia Huan at the same time. The former had complex eyes, while the latter had strange expressions.

Although Jia's mother's level is limited, she also thinks that Jia Huan's writing is good, but she has never believed that Jia She is not pretty, so she asked Jia Zheng to confirm, and asked: "I don't know which one is good or which one is not. Master, which one do you think is better?"

Although Jia Zheng is pedantic, he is also a straightforward person, otherwise he would not have been in the officialdom for decades and still be a fifth-rank member of the Ministry of Industry, so he said truthfully: "My lord, Brother Huan...is really better."

As soon as this remark came out, everything fell silent, Wang Xifeng even covered her cheeks like a toothache, her guts were green with regret, she wanted to praise Jia Baoyu to please Jia's mother, but in the end she made a wedding dress for Huan Laosan.

Mrs. Wang felt inexplicably depressed, she could only drink tea with her head down to cover up her inner displeasure and irritability, this concubine Jia Huan made her feel more and more uneasy.

As the head of the family, Jia's mother has a larger structure. Although she prefers Jia Baoyu, who was born with jade, Jia Huan is her grandson after all, and as the head of the family, he must keep his promises in full view, fair and just, so she nodded and said: "In this case, tonight's jackpot belongs to Brother Huan. Come here, Brother Huan!"

Jia Huan hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "Old ancestor!"

Looking at the tall and handsome grandson in front of her with a calm and elegant demeanor, Jia's mother was both relieved and had a headache. In fact, she also knew very well that the more excellent Jia Huan was, the more unfavorable it would be for Baoyu, and the more uneasy Mrs. Wang would be. However, it was a good thing for the whole family. The prosperity of a family cannot be separated from talents.

So Jia Mu weighed it for a while, and then asked with a smile, "I said before that, besides the ten taels of silver prize, there will be another reward. Brother Huan, what do you want?"

As soon as these words came out, even Jia Zheng and Jia Amnesty held their breath, and Mrs. Wang and Wang Xifeng looked even more unnatural.

Looking around, Jia Huan felt a little bit of pressure, and said cautiously: "Ancestor, Huan'er's body was very weak before, and it has become weaker since the last time he was injured. Now he exercises every morning and sweats a lot, so he is used to taking a hot bath after exercising. However, the kitchen does not provide hot water in the morning, so Huan'er wants to set up a stove in the yard for boiling water. Please allow me!"

Jia Zheng heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words. He was worried that Jia Huan, a scoundrel, would speak up loudly, so he was ready to scold him loudly. Fortunately, this scoundrel was still sensible, and his demands were not excessive.

Wang Xifeng and Mrs. Wang looked at Xiao Jia Huan who bowed her head obediently, feeling inexplicably complicated.

Mother Jia was a little surprised. She didn't expect Jia Huan to bring up such a trivial matter. She was pitiful and said with a smile, "It's easy. Baoyu built one. Now that it's cold, it's also convenient to heat up meals. Feng girl, turn around and find someone to build a stove for Brother Huan's nursery. Well, the girls are all the same."

Sanchun was overjoyed when he heard the words, but he didn't expect that because of Jia Huan's words, everyone would get an extra benefit for no reason, so he quickly said happily: "Thank you, old ancestor!"

Jia Mu chuckled and said, "I suddenly woke up to something, Feng girl, Hong Ling, who is now serving Brother Huan, seems to be leaving the house in the next year, right?"

Wang Xifeng hurriedly said: "Yes, Hongling is grown up now, her old lady said a few days ago that she would redeem her, and even arranged a marriage."

"There is no need for redemption. I know the girl Hongling. She is still very good. She bought her for two taels of silver back then. Now she has served the master for seven or eight years. There is no credit but hard work. How can I ask for money from my mother? Sell her body and give her back. Tell her that I will take someone later in the year and seal ten taels of silver. It will be her wedding gift." Jiamu said.

Wang Xifeng smiled and said: "Okay, actually even if the old ancestor didn't order me, I wouldn't ask for money from others. Although our family is not well-off, we don't count on those few taels of silver to live on. It's better to have a good reputation."

Jia Mu nodded and said, "That's the reason!"

Jia Huan quickly thanked Hong Ling.

Jia Mu pondered, "After Hong Ling goes out, I have to arrange for a clever girl to take her place."

Mrs. Wang hurriedly said: "Temporarily assign a second-class girl in my room for Brother Huan to use, it doesn't need to bother you."

Jia Huan's heart skipped a beat. To be honest, he didn't want a maid in Mrs. Wang's house, because it was very likely to be a god of earmarks. He didn't want his every move in the future to be under Mrs. Wang's surveillance, so he said, "Thank you for your mother's kindness, but Huan'er is grown up now, and can take care of herself. There is no need to send people in the house, and the people around my mother are easy to use. It may be inconvenient for my mother to be transferred away."

Jia Mu laughed and said, "You are filial, but it's not proper for a young man like us to have no servants around him. How about it, transfer the people in my room and wait for me to think about it before deciding."

Jia Huan had no choice but to thank him when he heard the words.

Jia Mu waved her hand and said, "It's late at night, let's all go away, that's all for tonight."

As soon as this remark came out, Jia Zhen, Jia Lian and others immediately slipped away excitedly as if they were receiving an amnesty. Obviously there was still the second half of the game, and they went to have fun.

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