The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 65 White-haired Hao head for fame (third update, please subscribe)
Faced with Jia Dairu's questioning, Jia Huan's scalp was a little numb. The old man couldn't bear the students' high ambitions. Yesterday he just "rushed to read" "The Analects of Confucius", and the old man gave himself a black face. Fortunately, he had a solid foundation and excellent quality, so he recited all the content he asked to memorize.

His grandma, Jia Jie looks very upright, but he didn't expect to be so hurt behind his back. He probably took advantage of his lunch time to take the window class and secretly handed it over to Jia Dairu!

"It was written by the students." Jia Huan said bravely, the matter has come to this point, and he can only admit it.

However, to Jia Huan's surprise, Jia Dairu didn't lose his temper. Instead, he stroked his beard and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he raised his head and asked, "Who did you learn the craft from? I remember that I didn't teach you before."

Jia Huan said cautiously: "No one taught me, I learned it by myself. There are books about crafting in the master's study room. Yesterday the master gave Brother Jia Jie and the others a question, and the students tried to write one when their hands were itchy."

Jia Dairu looked at Jia Huan strangely, and asked, "Is this your first time writing an article?"

Jia Huan nodded, Jia Dairu grinned like a toothache, didn't know what he was thinking, and said calmly after a while: "Today's topic is: People don't know but not stunned. You go back and write an article immediately, and hand it in before school. If you don't finish writing, you are not allowed to leave. If you dare to sneak, the punishment will be doubled tomorrow."

Jia Huan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes!"

"Go!" Jia Dairu returned the window class notebook to Jia Huan, waving his hands like chasing flies.

Jia Huan took his notebook and quickly slipped away. Time was running out, so he had to hurry up. After school, he would have to teach Tie Niu and the others to make ice cream.

Besides, after Jia Huan left, Jia Dairu took a sip from his teacup, and said to himself happily: "Wizard, you can write the first article like this. The key is self-study. If you teach it carefully, you may pass the college examination and get the title of scholar!"

Thinking of this, Jia Dairu felt a little overwhelmed. He himself had never passed the college exam in his entire life. Now that he is nearly [-] years old, his hair and beard are gray, his brain power has deteriorated severely, and his body can't bear the exam. It seems that he can't realize his dream in this life. If he can cultivate a scholar, it can be regarded as a consolation, and he can make up for this lifelong regret a little bit!

Due to physical reasons, Jia Dairu has stopped participating in the college examinations in recent years and has completely given up struggling. He only concentrates on cultivating students. However, the Jia clan studies are full of people with limited qualifications, and most of them have no intention of learning. Therefore, in the past ten years, Jia Dairu has not only failed to cultivate a scholar, but he has not even had a child student. This makes him quite frustrated and loses face.

As the so-called parenting and lack of teaching, father and son's fault, lax teaching, laziness of teachers, can't cultivate talents, people will only think that the master's level is too poor, and can't teach good students. It is also for this reason that Jia Dairu got the nickname "Fake Great Confucianism" or "Jia Dayu" after him.

Jia Dairu used to think that Jia Baoyu was very spiritual, and thought that hope was coming, but he didn’t know that this person was also uninterested in learning. He only knew how to hang out with his sisters in the back house all day long. Hopes are not high.

As a result, after reading Jia Huan's first article today, Jia Dairu suddenly found a treasure, and his quiet heart became hot again. Of course, just to be on the safe side, Jia Dairu decided to write another topic to study Jia Huan, lest this kid copied an article from somewhere to deceive people.

When Jia Huan returned to the classroom, he immediately started to conceive. After last night's hard training and Lin Daiyu's guidance, he is no longer a novice, so he quickly wrote a pen to solve the problem: If you don't feel stunned because you don't know, you will never change your words.

Then the title: I don't know, there is no one who is not stunned, but it is not.Those who enjoy talking about right and wrong, Ho Ke achieves this.

When Jia Lan saw Jia Huan coming back from his master, he immediately immersed himself in his writing, thinking that Uncle Huan had been punished by his master for copying the book, so he poked his head curiously and found that Jia Huan was actually writing an article, so he stuck out his tongue!

Jia Baoyu over there couldn't help taking a sneak peek, and then his eyes showed surprise, and then turned from surprise to disdain, thinking: "Huan Lao San is indeed an official fan, and he learned other people's writing articles without learning all the four books and five classics. He is eager for success and quick success, and he is really ashamed to be with him. I have to stay away from him in the future, so as not to be tainted by this filth. Well, let sister Lin stay away from him."

Of course, Jia Huan didn't know that Jia Baoyu was slandering him at the moment, but even if he knew, he would just sneer at it. You have a big face and are willing to be a waste for the rest of your life. That's your business.
When a person concentrates on doing one thing, time often passes very quickly, and I don’t know how long it has passed. When Jia Huan finished writing the last word and stopped writing, he found that almost all the people in the classroom had disappeared, leaving only Jia Lan, Jia Jie and a few others. As for the big face treasure, it had long since disappeared.

"Brother Lang, are you still going home?" Jia Huan asked.

"I'll go with Uncle Huan." Jia Lan said in admiration, "Master asked Uncle Huan to write?"

Jia Huan smiled and said, "I'm afraid I won't leave so quickly, Brother Lan, you'd better go home quickly, so your mother won't worry."

Hearing this, Jia Lan had to pack up her books and leave first, while Jia Huan picked up the article she had written, passed by Jia Jie's seat, and went to the next door to find Jia Dairu.

Jia Jie hesitated to speak, and watched Jia Huan leave the classroom with complicated eyes!
When Jia Huan stepped into Jia Dairu's lounge, the room was obviously darker due to the sunlight. The gray-haired old man was sitting behind the desk in a daze, looking very overwhelmed. At this moment, Jia Huan felt a little sympathetic to the old man.

The white-haired head is fame, the reality is so cruel!

Isn't this Jia Dairu a microcosm of thousands of Luosunshan students?From a high-spirited youth who started to step into the examination room, with the snap of his fingers for decades, he dedicated his whole life to the cause of the imperial examination, but finally he was smashed into the sand, and when he returned, he was already an old man, which is sad, ridiculous and respectable!

"Master, the students have finished writing!" Jia Huan shouted while standing in front of the desk, Jia Dairu suddenly came back to his senses, reached out to take the window lesson book that Jia Huan handed over, and looked through it impatiently.

After a while, Jia Dairu was a little disappointed again. Jia Huan's article was quite satisfactory, but it was not as good as the previous one.

In fact, this is also a matter of course. The article written by Jia Huan last night was pointed out by Lin Daiyu, and it was revised four or five times. Today's article was completed in a hurry, but it was only slightly revised and polished, so it is normal that it is not as good as the previous one.

Jia Dairu didn't say whether the article was good or bad, he closed the notebook and asked, "Brother Huan, what have you learned by yourself now?"

Jia Huan's heart moved, and he said truthfully: "I have roughly read "The Analects of Confucius", and I have read "Mencius", "University" and "The Doctrine of the Mean" a little bit."

Jia Dairu frowned and pondered for a moment, then said calmly: "From now on, you will leave school for half an hour every night."

Jia Huan was overjoyed, it seemed that Lao Jia was going to make a small fuss for himself, so he nodded quickly and said, "Yes!"

Seeing this, Jia Dairu nodded secretly. He had also heard about Jia Huan's recent deeds in the Rongguo Mansion, and now it seems that this son is indeed very different from before the injury.

Jia Dairu opened Jia Huan's window class again and asked, "I'm fifteen and aspiring to learn, how long have you been writing this article?"

"I wrote it all night and revised it four or five times." Jia Huan said truthfully.

Jia Dairu suddenly said: "So that's the case, it's no wonder. People don't know but are not stunned. Although this article is barely smooth, it is not as long as the previous one."

Jia Huan was sweating secretly, and said respectfully: "I also ask the master to give advice."

Jia Dairu stroked his beard and nodded, with a teachable expression, and then cheered up to explain and analyze to Jia Huan. Jia Huan couldn't help but be convinced after listening.

Jia Dairu is also very happy at the moment, because although Jia Huan is very good, his advantage lies in his high comprehension.
In this way, Jia Dairu rekindled hope, stroked his beard as if he had found a treasure, and said: "It's getting late, you should go back to your home first, and take time to rewrite this article tonight. You don't need to pursue gorgeous rhetoric, just be smooth, but the problem must be accurate."

"Students understand." Jia Huan nodded.

"Well, let's go!" Jia Dairu returned the window lesson notebook to Jia Huan, and waved him away.

Jia Huan returned to the classroom and found that Jia Yu hadn't left yet, so he went straight past him. There was no evidence for the whistleblower, so he couldn't argue with Jia Yu.

"Brother Huan, wait a moment." Seeing Jia Huan packing up his books and preparing to leave, Jia Jie finally couldn't help but say.

Without raising her head, Jia Huan tidied up her books and said, "What's the matter?"

Jia Yu was a little embarrassed and said: "I'm sorry, I didn't tell the master on purpose, but I just looked at your window class out of curiosity, and the master happened to come in and saw it."

Jia Huan frowned and said, "In the future, don't touch my things casually. If you don't ask, you will be a thief!"

Jia Yu apologized again in embarrassment, and asked a little curiously: "Master, do you want Brother Huan to try his hands next month?"

Jia Huan shook his head and said, "Master didn't say that!"

Jia Jie looked relaxed, and said with a smile: "Actually, your article is well written. After another year of hard work, you should be qualified to take the county examination next year."

"Accept your good words!" Jia Huan threw down the four words calmly, turned and walked out of the classroom.

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