Jia Yujing of Red Mansion

Chapter 21 Wang Hun’s Family

Jia Qiong's first class began, Wang Jisi came to the class, and all the students stood up and saluted.

"Jia Qiong is new here today, but everyone must know his name.

The song "Mo Mei" is already well-known to every household, so I won't let him introduce himself.

Classmate Jia is good at writing poems, so let’s write a poem first today.

Just write about the scenery of early summer, no restrictions on genre or rhyme, who comes first? "

Everyone thought for a while, but it was Wang Yuyan who stood up first and said: "Sir, I have a lot of Ci, so I can use it as a starting point."

Wang Jisi smiled and said: "Yu Yan is the most talented girl in my Mingde Hall. The poems she writes must be extraordinary. Tell me quickly."

Wang Yuyan said: "Sir, you are so complimentary, I made a song called "Crying in the Night".

After the new rain, the sky is green and the butterflies are flying carelessly.

Take a leisurely stroll through the deep green courtyard, filled with small flowers. "

This little order was quite flavorful and full of leisurely mood. Wang Jisi praised her and asked her to sit down.

With such pearls in front of them, everyone else gave up because they couldn't think of better poems, and all looked at Jia Qiong.

Obviously everyone wants to see if this child prodigy, who is known as a master of poetry and chess, has real talent.

Wang Yi said behind him in a very low voice: "Brother Qiong, please recite a poem quickly, don't be outdone by my sister."

Jia Qiong rolled his eyes in his mind. The good poems in his mind should be reserved for important occasions.

How can you spend it in a place like this for no reason? It’s really not cost-effective to think about it.

But today is the first day of class. If he doesn't show his skills, he may really be looked down upon by his teachers and classmates.

He thought for a moment and stood up and said: "I also thought of a song, please sir and classmates.

The plums are yellow, the rain is clear again, the spring clothes are still light and the heat is still light.

The sky is far away and half of the eyebrows are green, and the clouds are leaking and the setting sun is clear at a glance. "

Jia Qiong's poem closely follows the theme of early summer, making people involuntarily think of the time when the plums turn yellow and the sky clears up just after the rain.

Looking at the distant mountain peaks, a touch of green leaks out, and the sun shines through the gaps in the clouds in the sky.

This is definitely a masterpiece about early summer scenery, and it naturally arouses everyone's admiration.

Wang Jisi laughed and said: "There is so much talent in Mingde Hall today that it makes me feel like I am drinking fine wine and I feel drunk.

Yu Yan, your position as the most talented woman is in jeopardy. "

Wang Yuyan blushed slightly and said, "Sir, you are joking, how can I compare with the famous Mr. Jia in Beijing?"

Jia Qiong cupped her hands and said, "Sister Yuyan, don't be humble. Jia Qiong also admires your talent."

After finishing the poem, Wang Jisi began to collect his homework.

A young man named Wang Lin sitting in the front row was the first to be called. He walked to the case presentation with a large piece of submission paper.

Wang Jisi took over the homework and checked it over, pointing out a few things that were not well written, and then asked him to memorize a section of "University" silently, and then asked him to paraphrase it.

Finally, Wang Jisi pointed out several of his mistakes, then picked up the ruler on the desk and hit Wang Lin's left hand three times.

After that, several people took turns to come forward and hand in their homework. Some people passed the test smoothly, and some were beaten.

This place is completely different from Jia Family School. Wang Jisi’s teaching is very strict.

The few girls attending the class were better off, their classes were easy, and he wasn't strict about teaching.

But these boys were a bit miserable. They had to complete the homework assigned by him every day. If they couldn't finish it, they would be served a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots.

Wang Yi was beaten more than a dozen times when he went up. He was obviously a poor student.

After checking everyone's homework, it was time for lunch and lunch break. Everyone went back to their respective yards to rest.

Wang Yi took Jia Qiong to eat in their third-bedroom courtyard, and Wang Yuyan naturally went with him.

Wang Yi said with a smile: "Sister, Brother Qiong.

Thanks to the poem you two wrote today, my husband was so happy that he didn’t use much energy to type on the board. "

Wang Yuyan gave him a sideways look and reprimanded: "If you could have been more careful, how could you have been beaten?

Seeing how many mistakes you made in your homework today, I have to tell my mother and let her discipline you. "

Wang Yi's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly begged for mercy from the girl who had the aura of an eldest sister, "Sister, just spare me this time. I promise I won't make any mistakes tomorrow." "Don't even think about it, I won't teach you a long lesson. You'll be back to your old ways in less than two days."

"I really can't do it anymore, I swear!"

The three of them walked all the way to a hall, where Wang Hun and a dignified and elegant middle-aged woman were already waiting here.

Wang Hun smiled when he saw the three people coming in and said, "Jia Qiong, come see your aunt."

Wang Hun asked Jia Qiong to meet his wife, which was a sign of family harmony. He wanted to treat Jia Qiong like a nephew.

Jia Qiong did not hesitate and immediately came forward to kowtow and salute: "My nephew has met my uncle and aunt."

Mrs. Wang helped Jia Qiong up with a happy face, stared at him for a long time, and praised: "I always hear your uncle praising you, saying that not only are you outstanding in literary talent, but you are also a talented person.

When I saw him today, he turned out to be a handsome young man. From now on, you must not be restrained when you are here with me, just treat him as if you were at your own home. "

Jia Qiong said: "When my nephew saw his aunt, he felt very gentle and approachable, and felt very close to her.

It was like meeting a relative, and I didn’t feel restrained at all. "

When Mrs. Wang heard this, she immediately beamed with joy, pulled him to sit beside her and said, "Good boy, my aunt is also happy to see you.

You must be hungry after studying for a long time. Come sit down and eat.

Try these dishes to see if they suit your taste. If you don't like them, tell me and I'll make them according to your taste next time. "

Jia Qiong didn't hesitate, picked up the chopsticks and tasted a few dishes.

Most of the dishes on the table are light, with only an anchovy dish and a beef brisket dish having a slightly stronger taste.

His mind moved and he said with a smile: "Auntie, these dishes are very delicious, especially this roasted anchovy dish is very delicious."

After hearing this, Mrs. Wang said happily: "I personally cooked this fish. If you like it, please eat more."

Seeing Jia Qiong take down Mrs. Wang in just a few words, Wang Yuyan and Wang Yi couldn't help but look at each other.

In their family, Wang Hun has always played the role of a loving father, doting on the two single seedlings of their siblings.

Mrs. Wang, on the other hand, is a very strict mother, and she disciplines her siblings very strictly.

Wang Yuyan had been well-behaved and sensible since she was a child, but Wang Yi, who liked to be naughty and mischievous, was often punished by his mother.

He felt a little afraid of his mother from the bottom of his heart. In Wang Yi's impression, his mother had never been so kind to him.

Seeing Jia Qiong take care of his mother so easily, I feel envious and jealous in my heart.

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard his mother asking about today's class.

Wang Yi was afraid that his sister would complain, so he said first: "Today, my husband asked everyone to write poems about early summer scenery, and my sister and Brother Qiong each composed one.

The teacher seemed to be happy for something, saying that there was so much talent in Mingde Hall today that he was as drunk as drinking fine wine. "

Wang Hun asked with great interest: "What poem did you two write that made Mr. so happy?"

Wang Yuyan said shyly: "My daughter wrote a poem, which is far inferior to Mr. Jia's poem."

"My sister's poems are also very good, I remember them all.

After the new rain, the sky is green and the butterflies are flying carelessly.

Take a leisurely stroll through the deep green courtyard, filled with small flowers. "

This was a plan he asked from Jia Qiong on the way here just now.

Jia Qiong secretly told him several times to make him remember it, just to make him please Wang Yuyan, and maybe she would be able to spare him this time if she was happy.

This move worked as expected. Wang Yuyan was so happy that her brother actually remembered her poem that she did not report it.

"My daughter's poems are just average, but Mr. Jia's poems are really good.

The plums are yellow, the rain is clear again, the spring clothes are still light and the heat is still light.

The sky is far away and half of the eyebrows are green, and the clouds are leaking and the setting sun is clear at a glance.

My daughter didn't know how long it would take her to think of such a masterpiece before she could come up with one.

Mr. Jia can do it in an instant. Such talent is really enviable. "

After hearing this, Wang Hun said happily: "As expected, they are all good poems.

Although it is not as high-minded as "Mo Mei", it is undoubtedly a masterpiece. Hearing this poem is like drinking fine wine. "

(End of this chapter)