The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 7

Ping'er hesitated for a moment and said: "But then again, although Third Master Huan is as naughty and active as before, his speech, behavior and treatment of people are different, and he looks much more pleasing to the eye."

Wang Xifeng frowned on those willow-leaf hangings and said: "In this way, it's really strange that Huan Laosan has really grown up!"

Ping'er said thoughtfully: "It is said that surviving a catastrophe will bring good fortune. Third master Huan walked through the gate of hell, maybe he really got the hang of it."

Wang Xifeng sneered and said: "It's a pity that he was not born in the wife's womb, a bastard, let alone enlightened, it's useless to be enlightened."

Although Wang Xifeng's tone was teasing and disdainful, she still decided to keep an eye on Jia Huan more in the future so as not to threaten Baoyu's status.

In the following days, the weather became colder and colder, but Jia Huan still insisted on exercising every morning, regardless of the wind and rain, and changed to exercise indoors when it was windy and rainy outside. And as Jia Huan expected, since he was rewarded by Jia Mu and Mrs. Wang, his treatment in the mansion has improved significantly. Not only the daily meals are rich, but also a bowl of stewed chicken soup with ginseng.

If a normal person drank a bowl of ginseng chicken soup every day, he would definitely not be able to stand the nosebleeds. However, Jia Huan was weak after being injured. Drinking ginseng soup was just right, and the effect was very obvious. In just about half a month, Jia Huan’s complexion became ruddy. , and work harder, hoping to attract the attention of Third Master Huan.

Jia Huan didn't notice the subtle changes of the maids, but even if he did, he would laugh it off. Now he is only seven years old, he hasn't developed yet, even if he wants to, he can't do it.

The days passed day by day, and it was the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye. The family school in Jia's mansion had long been on vacation, and school would not resume until the end of the new year. Apart from exercising, Jia Huan was reading and writing every day.

It is said that Jia Huan was born in a scholarly family in his previous life, and his family was full of intellectuals. He attached great importance to education and cultivated his cultural literacy since he was a child. Although he dare not say that he is proficient in all the "six arts of a gentleman", he has a certain level in all aspects, especially calligraphy and painting.

Therefore, it is not difficult for Jia Huan to write brush characters. The only thing to pay attention to is the conversion between simplified and traditional characters. After more than half a month of training, Jia Huan has basically mastered the reading and writing of traditional characters. Even Hong Ling, who is not very literate, admires the beautiful calligraphy.

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, there was light snow, the weather was very cold, and the wind was like a knife. There was a charcoal stove burning in the house, and a pot of rice wine was warmed on the stove, which was specially provided by the kitchen.

At this moment, Hong Ling was sitting by the stove doing needlework, looking up from time to time to glance at Jia Huan, who was writing like a fly, with a rather shy and expectant expression on his face.

I saw Jia Huan sitting on a stool in a dainty manner. In front of him was a simple self-made sketching easel with rice paper on it. Jia Huan was holding a charcoal pencil cut from a charcoal stick and was immersed in painting. A woman in ancient costume had already appeared on the paper.

"Third Master, is the painting finished?" Hong Ling finally couldn't bear to ask.

"It will be ready soon." Jia Huan modified it for a while and finally put down the pen. While cleaning his hands, he said with a smile: "That's it!"

Hong Ling couldn't wait to come over to take a look, and immediately stayed on the spot, subconsciously wanting to reach out to touch it, but immediately retracted, shocked and said: "Third Master, this is what you drew... No, is this me?"

Jia Huan picked up a glass of rice wine and took a long sip, then asked with a smile, "What do you think?"

Hong Ling's face became hot, and she was a little embarrassed and said: "The servant girl is not so good-looking."

Jia Huan had indeed beautified Hong Ling's appearance, so the woman in the painting looked much better than real people, but Jia Huan's emotional intelligence naturally wouldn't admit it, and said solemnly: "I just painted according to Hong Ling's sister."

Hong Ling was overjoyed, and asked cautiously: "Can this portrait of the third master be given to the maidservant?"

Jia Huan waved his little hand and said, "Of course it's no problem, it was originally drawn for you."

"Thank you, Third Master." Hong Ling was extremely happy, but at the same time asked with some doubts: "When did Third Master learn to paint, and this maid doesn't even know."

Jia Huan said in a serious manner: "An old man with a white beard taught me in a dream. After going back and forth, I actually learned it."

Hong Ling was skeptical, but Mr. Huan had indeed changed since he was injured last time. Not only could he write surprisingly beautifully, but he could also paint. Could it be that he really met a fairy?
"Sister Hongling, do you think my painting skills, if I sell my paintings, will anyone buy them?" Jia Huan changed the topic with a smile.

Hong Ling was stunned for a moment: "Selling paintings? Third Master, are you... short of money?"

Jia Huan thought, of course it is missing, and it is very, very short!
Although Jia Huan now has two taels of silver every month, none of them are in his hands. Aunt Zhao keeps them, and at most they give him a hundred taels of money for pocket money.Of course, Jia Huan didn't care about this. When he was a child, his parents took care of his New Year's money. He was used to it, and he didn't pay attention to the mere two taels of silver a month. Even if it was all given to him, it would be nothing.

The current situation of Jia's mansion is glamorous on the outside, but in fact it is already beyond its means, and its ruin is a matter of time, so Jia Huan is already preparing for the way out. The first step of the plan is to exercise well, and the second step is to make money.

As the saying goes, a penny is hard for a hero. Whether it is modern or ancient times, having money is not everything, but having no money is absolutely impossible. Even if you end up running far away, you must have enough money to defend yourself, right?Therefore, the second step of Jia Huan's plan is to make money, and the money must be independent of Jia's mansion to ensure safety. Otherwise, if the house is ransacked in the future, it will end up working for the emperor's treasury for nothing.

Although Jia Huan was a top student in his previous life, his family background was rich and he never had to worry about money. He didn’t know how to do business, let alone the way of earning money as a white wolf. After thinking about it, he felt that in this feudal world, the only thing he could do well was calligraphy and painting. Moreover, Jia Huan was quite confident about his calligraphy and painting skills, but he didn’t know much about the market.

At this time, the sound of footsteps stepping on the snow suddenly came in from outside, and a woman said: "The third girl is here."

Jia Huan was stunned for a moment. Before he could put away the easel, the door curtain had already been raised. Jia Tanchun and his maidservant came in amidst the cold wind and snow.

Hong Ling hurriedly went up to meet her, and while helping Jia Tanchun take off her cloak, she said, "It's so cold outside, it's windy and snowy, why is the third girl here at this time? Come over here to warm up with the stove, carefully catch a cold."

Jia Tanchun rubbed his hands that were red from the cold, went to sit by the stove, Jia Huan poured a glass of rice wine and handed it over with a smile, "Third sister is really a refined guest. She came here in the wind and snow. It's exactly: It's snowing late, can you have a drink?"

Jia Tanchun took the warm wine and drank it down, then he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled and said: "It's freezing cold, after drinking a cup of hot wine, my limbs and bones feel comfortable. As for me, I'm just fake elegance. Brother Huan warms the wine around the stove, and red sleeves add fragrance, that's true elegance."

Jia Huan smiled, and poured another glass of rice wine for the waiter, the latter quickly took it to thank him, and said with a smile: "The servant girl has been honored by the girl, and also drank the elegant wine of the third master."

It is said that since Jia Huan stopped Aunt Zhao from insulting the servant and said those words last time, the relationship between Jia Huan and Jia Tanchun began to thaw.

At this time, Jia Tanchun noticed the easel beside the stove, looked at it curiously, couldn't help being surprised, and blurted out: "You painted this painting, Huaner?"

At this time, "people's stolen goods were obtained at the same time", Jia Huan naturally thought that he couldn't afford to be blamed, so he just nodded and said: "It's very boring to be idle, just scribbling casually, you will laugh at me, Third Sister."

The servant also looked over curiously, and then said in surprise: "Isn't this Hongling? It's so beautifully drawn."

Jia Tanchun couldn't hide the shock on his face. Although she was not good at Danqing, she also saw that this painting was not simple, and it would never be done without a certain amount of heat, so she said a little out of composure: "Huan'er, when did you learn to paint? I didn't even know, and this technique is too strange. It's really unheard of, never seen before."

The drawing method of sketch was later introduced to China from Western countries, so Jia Tanchun naturally has never seen it before.

"Usually I draw blindly by myself, and gradually I draw like this." Jia Huan nonchalantly said with a calm expression, with Jia Tanchun's intelligence, the rhetoric he used to deal with Hongling would not be able to fool her.

Jia Tanchun was skeptical, surprised and a little guilty, because her relationship with Aunt Zhao and Jia Huan had always been cold, and she rarely interacted with Jia Huan, so she didn't know much about Jia Huan's studies.

"Brother Huan, I'm sorry, but my elder sister was negligent, and I didn't know you had such abilities." Jia Tanchun said with shame.

Jia Huan smiled and said: "Third Sister, you are serious. My aunt and I were wrong before."

Looking at the tall and handsome younger brother in front of him, Jia Tanchun felt both emotional and guilty, and asked softly, "Can Brother Huan help me draw a painting like this?"

Jia Huan said with a smile: "No problem, but I can't do it today. I have run out of materials, and I don't have all the paints. When I get ready, I will draw a colored portrait for my third sister."

"Thank you Brother Huan!" Jia Tanchun was overjoyed. In the past, when Jia Huan came to her, he either asked for money or food, and if he didn't, he would make trouble for no reason. Now Jia Huan has changed so much that she dare not admit it.

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