The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 37
In the blink of an eye, it will be the twelfth day of the first lunar month in the fourth year of Qiansheng, and Jia's mansion is still very lively, with large and small banquets every day, or watching operas and listening to music, this kind of life will not stop until after the Lantern Festival.

During this period of time, Jia Baoyu was really crazy. He either visited relatives and friends, went to temples to burn incense and worship Buddha, or watched operas and listened to music with his sisters and accompanied Jia’s mother.

Jia Huan was a concubine, and his biological mother, Aunt Zhao, was a servant of the family, so there was no such thing as going back to her natal family to visit relatives, and Mrs. Wang obviously would not bring Jia Huan, a concubine, when she went to her natal family to visit relatives.

However, Jia Huan was at ease, except that he went out of the city on the eighth day and drank the wedding wine with Tieniu and Hongling, and the rest of the time he stayed in the mansion, occasionally listening to opera, or immersing himself in painting.

On the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, Jia Huan went to Baomoxuan to sell five paintings again, but the price was broken, two taels of silver a piece, and five paintings were only sold for ten taels of silver. The shopkeeper Li still looked like you would like to sell it or not. I guess there were no big customers to book this time.

Jia Huan resolutely sold the painting, took ten taels of silver and left.As the saying goes, ten birds in the forest are worse than one bird in the hand, and the silver is in the bag and it is your own.Many new things are indeed very popular when they first appear, but imitation products that follow the trend will appear soon, and the sketching method is actually not difficult, as long as people with painting skills can quickly find out the way. At that time, the streets will be full of sketches, and the price will absolutely collapse. Now it is very good to have two taels of silver for a painting.

Sure enough, after Jia Huan finished selling the paintings, he went to a few Wenwan stores and found that there were actually a small number of sketches for sale, but the brushwork was much worse, not comparable to his own paintings. In a year or so, the quantity and quality of the sketches sold should increase, and it is not surprising that they will eventually become cabbage prices.

Closer to home, let’s say that on the twelfth day of the first lunar month, Jia Huan got up early to exercise as usual, and Ping’er had already asked his mother-in-law to boil hot water in advance. After Jia Huan finished exercising, he could take a bath immediately.

Ping'er has been serving Jia Huan these days, and already knows that this young master takes a bath by himself without the help of a maid, so she adjusted the water temperature and quietly retreated out.

After more than two months, the effect of exercise is obvious. At this time, Jia Huan is obviously much stronger, and his height has also increased. In addition, the food has been good recently, and his picky eating problem has been corrected. Therefore, he has obviously gained weight, his complexion is rosy, his eyes are clear and bright, and his yellowish hair has also turned black.

Qiao Pinger glanced at the handsome young man in the glasses, felt a little hot, and finally tied the forehead on Jia Huan, smiled and said: "Third Master, it's done!"

Jia Huan touched the wiper on his forehead and said, "Why don't you wear it? It's so uncomfortable."

Ping'er said: "It's made of silk, isn't it uncomfortable? If Second Master Bao is wearing that second dragon grabbing pearls and gold to wipe his forehead, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it even more, Third Master."

Jia Huan said: "I like gold and silver, but I only like to put them in the cash box instead of wearing them on my body. It's too cumbersome. It's better to be simple and comfortable."

Ping'er laughed a little and said: "The third master is a master after all, he can be more casual in his own room, but he still has to take care of his dignity when he goes out. As the saying goes, a man depends on his clothes, and a horse depends on a golden saddle. It's not good to be too shabby."

Jia Huan nodded: "It makes sense!"

Ping'er couldn't help chuckling out loud: "The good thing about the third master is that he can listen to what others say, if..." He stopped at this point, probably thinking of his former master.

Jia Huan thought to herself, she really deserves to be Qiao Ping'er, and her smile is even more pleasing to the eye. Such a beautiful and delicious maidservant is in front of her eyes but she can't eat it.

At this time, Ping'er leaned over and tied a sachet around Jia Huan's waist, and asked softly, "Is the third master still going to Dongfu to see a play today?"

East Mansion is Ningguo Mansion. Jia Zhen recently invited a theater troupe to sing big operas every day from the tenth day of the Lunar New Year until the Lantern Festival. So these days, everyone in Jia Mansion, as long as they are free, will go to Dong Mansion to watch plays for entertainment.

Jia Huan went to Dong Mansion yesterday to watch opera for a whole day, but today she didn't want to go, she shook her head and said, "No, I have to trouble Sister Ping'er to prepare a pen and ink for me, I want to write later."

Ping'er was very happy when she heard the words, she went to grind ink after serving Jia Huan's breakfast, and she also heard a little about the things in the East Mansion, so naturally she didn't want Jia Huan to mix with Jia Rong and Jia Qiang, so as not to spoil the good boys.

Let’s say Jia Huan sat behind the desk after breakfast, picked up a pen and wrote the three words “Eternal Life Palace” on a piece of cut manuscript paper.

"The Palace of Eternal Life" is a legendary drama created by the dramatist Hong Sheng of the Qing Dynasty. It is one of the four major classical dramas in my country.

Jia Huan’s grandparents in his previous life were all theater fans, so he was often forced to “open business” and watch operas with his elders. At first, he was very annoyed by the babbling singing, which was very boring, but later he gradually became aware of it. Later, he bought scripts to study and enjoyed them.

During these days, Jia’s mansion invites opera troupes every day, and Jia Huan suddenly realizes that everyone in Jia’s mansion, whether they are masters or slaves, are all keen on watching operas, just like the people in the later generations are flocking to movies.

Now that drama is so popular, a good script must be worth a lot of money. It just so happens that Jia Huan still remembers a few famous Ming and Qing operas, so he brought them here and edited them.
"The Palace of Eternal Life" was written by Hong Sheng from the Qing Dynasty, and there are no taboos in it. The main character is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. You can arrange it however you like. You don't have to worry about the literary prison. !
"The Palace of Eternal Life" is divided into two volumes, with a total of fifty volumes. Jia Huan has a photographic memory, and he has studied it in the past, so he still remembers eight or nine points at this time. After an hour, he finally transcribed the first volume, pressed it with a paperweight to dry, and stood up to exercise his muscles.

At this moment, Ping'er came in with a bowl of brown sugar ginger jujube soup, and said softly: "Third Master gets up early every day to exercise, and the cold air enters the body carefully, drink a bowl of brown sugar ginger jujube soup to drive away the cold, so as not to cause illness due to the accumulation of cold air in the body."

Jia Huan took it with a thank you, and suddenly saw that Ping'er's hands holding the bowl were as bright as frost and snow.

This time, Qiao Ping'er's kindness was well reflected again, but at this time Jia Huan couldn't help thinking that if the pair of shrimp beard bracelets were worn on Ping'er's bright wrists, they would definitely look good.

Seeing Jia Huan staring at his hand in a daze, Ping'er couldn't help but feel a little hot on his face, and hurriedly withdrew his hand back. Jia Huan was sweating secretly, and gulped down the ginger soup.

"I'm not used to it!" Ping'er shook his head.

Jia Huan was stunned for a moment, and Ping'er laughed and said, "It's just too leisurely, and the third master is too polite, the servant girl is really not used to it."

Jia Huan couldn't help laughing dumbfoundedly. He was about to speak when he heard the voice of the woman outside: "Miss San and Miss Lin are here."

Jia Huan and Heping'er rushed out to welcome them out, and they saw Jia Tanchun and Lin Daiyu entering the yard, Shishu and Zijuan were holding their girls by the arm, the ground was slippery because of the snow that had just fallen.

"Sister San and Sister Lin are here!" Jia Huan happily greeted her under the eaves.

Jia Tanchun smiled and said to Lin Daiyu: "Look, I said that Brother Huan must be staying at home and not going out."

Lin Daiyu chuckled and said, "Sure enough, sister Mo Ruo...cough cough!"

Today, Lin Daiyu is wearing a white fox and crane cloak with a red feather gauze, a blue-gold glittering green double-ringed sash, a snow cap on her head, and gold-digged cloud-red fragrant sheepskin boots.

"It's cold outside, let's talk inside." Jia Huan said hastily, this sister Lin is too weak to bear the wind.

When everyone entered the room, they felt warmer. Zijuan took off Lin Daiyu's helmet and snow cap and hung them on the wall. Ping'er brought ginger syrup to keep Jia Tanchun and Lin Daiyu out of the cold.

Lin Daiyu took a couple of sips and stopped drinking, probably because it didn't suit her taste, but Jia Tanchun finished her drink and asked, "Dong Mansion invited a theater troupe, why don't Brother Huan join in the fun?"

Jia Huan smiled: "I went there yesterday, but I'm a bit tired today, so I didn't go."

Lin Daiyu shook her head and said indifferently: "Come and go are just a few old-fashioned plays, it's so boring, don't watch it!"

(End of this chapter)