Brother Rong thought, he also has a bottom line and principles.

Although that bottom line occasionally fluctuates!

Climbing up to the second floor, Jia Rong went to the room where the old man and his brothers lived. Everyone inside had already started eating, and each of them was holding spring pancakes with vegetables and rolled them inside.

Jia Zheng showed off his talents from time to time, asking several juniors about the origin of spring cakes and the customs of February 2, and talked about the meaning of rolling spring, biting spring, and eating spring. Finally, he talked about poems and songs.

"Brother Rong, when he comes back from the Yamen on weekdays, he should read more books. Don't leave this behind." Jia Zheng taught.

Brother Rong had a headache. He was not an elegant person. Being able to recite a few ancient poems was already a good memory. He responded dumbfounded, "I will pay more attention to it in the future."

He didn't know why these people always kept talking about poems, songs and poems! They were just idlers. Those who were officials talked about poems, poems and poems, and those who were preparing for the imperial examination talked about poems, poems and poems.

Can these poems and songs fill the stomachs of the people, or can they bring peace to the world?

It's not that Brother Rong wants to think like this, but it's because he feels uncomfortable after hearing such words too many times. Although he is lazy and not a person who cares about the country and the people, he can still do some practical things.

In the book that Jia Rong once read, it was written like this: In the eyes of some people, there seems to be no need to care about politics, the future, or human ideals.

Before, Brother Rong thought that he was like that, but now he thinks that these elder brothers in Xifu are like that. In other words, most of the intellectuals in the world are like Jia Zheng and Jia Baoyu, and they don't care about anything.

Therefore, this may be the reason why I have always respected King Zhongshun.

No matter what the purpose is, at least Thirteenth Master is seriously thinking about and considering the people.

These guys are worse than a bastard like me.

Brother Rong shook his head slightly and suddenly looked at little Jialan at the end. What he had done was right or wrong. Will the person he cultivated be an idle official who only knows how to write eight-legged essays and poems, or a person who works for the people?

A good official who thinks about the people?

Suddenly he smiled bitterly. He really thought too much about how old Jialan was. When he had the opportunity in the future, he would instill in him some ideas of serving the people.

Although I can't do it myself, it doesn't stop me from spreading this idea.

After all, he is not his own son. If he grows up and does more good deeds, he can be considered as making more contributions to the world.

Jia Rong thought shamelessly, stared at Jia Lan and nodded, frightening the young Lan Geer to feel uncomfortable all over.

However, Jia Zheng thought that Brother Rong was asking Jia Lan for help, and said: "How old Lan'er is, you should not ask him to save you. Today, you have to write a poem about the occasion."

Baoyu was cheering on the side, saying: "It's the best, it's the best. When spring comes, there's no reason not to sing about spring."

Brother Rong frowned and glanced at Baoyu, "Boy, please don't push me."

Baoyu couldn't understand Jia Rong's eyes at all. He was still smiling, looking elegant and quietly waiting for Brother Rong to compose a poem.

Jia Rong sighed and went to Jia Zheng and said, "I really can't write poems about spring. But today, when I heard the Second Master talking about spring, I suddenly remembered something. After the new year, the free school in the clan was reopened.

I don’t know what the situation is like in Yixue now. It’s just that I took this responsibility. When I returned home from outside the city, it was already late and I didn’t have time to ask about Yixue.”

Jia Baoyu was stunned when he heard what Brother Rong said. He felt something was wrong. Why did he talk about Shang Yixue again? He felt anxious and said: "Yixue has gotten better recently. If you don't believe me, you can ask Brother Lan."

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Lan Ge'er, like Li Wan since childhood, has never talked much about foreign affairs. Adhering to the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, he picked himself up and said: "Lan'er is devoted to her studies and has never cared about foreign affairs. I don’t know what the specific situation is.”

Baoyu was really panicking now. Brother Lan had picked him off, but Baoyu, his second uncle, was in trouble. If Jia Lan said this, wouldn't it make Jia Zheng think that he had caused another trouble in the free school?

It’s really no trouble!

Baoyu secretly trembled, but he just skipped class for one day. Because Xue Pan didn't want to stay there, he took Li Gui to school and occasionally played bickering games with him in class.

It's just that you can't let Mr. Zheng know about these things. If this comes to Mr. Zheng's ears, how can you repay it?

When Jia Zheng saw Baoyu lowering his head and saying nothing, he knew that there was something wrong with him and snorted. If he hadn't seen that he was in Dongfu, he would have beaten him with a stick right now.

Jia Rong added: "It's a shame to say that the clan affairs have been entrusted to me, but now I don't have many inquiries from the world. If the Second Master has some free time, he can go to the Yixue and ask Mr. Li and Mr. Duan Lang.

After a while, Ronger no longer has to worry so much."

When Baoyu heard this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Brother Rong.

At this moment, my legs were trembling uncontrollably. I asked Mr. Zheng to inquire about the situation of the volunteer school. Then... I would have to be beaten to death? I can't live my life.

Mr. Zheng said at this moment: "There is no need for me to go there. Ronger just needs to set a time. Every few days, it will cost a lot of money to have the two gentlemen and the owner of the hotel brought to the house to inquire about the situation.

How many hours."

Jia Rong saw that Baoyu was obviously relieved and couldn't help but snicker, but she was also speechless towards Jia Zheng. He clearly wanted Baoyu to make progress, but he, as an old man, didn't want to give in at all. How could Baoyu do this?

Make progress.

He said helplessly: "That's all it can do!"

After that, everyone finally stopped talking about poetry and songs, and Baoyu didn't dare to interrupt even half a sentence.

Brother Rong was also very happy, finally able to taste the taste of the spring pancake rolls.

At this time, it was completely dark outside, and a group of maids came in carrying candlesticks, and placed many candlesticks around the room. For a moment, the whole world became brighter.

Jia Rong also saw these maids carrying candlesticks and lanterns hanging all over the Tianxiang Tower. Not only that, looking out from the Tianxiang Tower, the entire Ningguo Mansion was also brightly lit.

Are candles and lanterns free of charge? What a waste!

Brother Rong is very distressed!

He glanced at the open flames around him cautiously, not to burn the Tianxiang Building. It was made of wood everywhere, and a fire would not only burn the building, but also turn him into a charred corpse.

It doesn't pay to be burned to death by a fire!

"Extinguish all the candles and keep the lanterns in the room." The cautious Jia Rong approached the women in charge and asked them to put out all the uncontrolled open fires in Tianxiang Tower. As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand in danger.

The wall is about to catch fire, and both Ning and Rong's houses will be wiped out in one fell swoop.

He was still not at ease, so he asked his maid and mother-in-law to go to the mansion to send a message, asking Lai Sheng and his wife to extinguish all the extra candles in the mansion. It would not work if Ning Guo's mansion was burned down. It was all money, so there could be no luck.

psychology.

"Brother Rong, what's going on? Why did you let them stop when you lit candles to repel insects and ants?" Jia Zheng asked.

Bad habits are all bad habits.

Brother Rong chuckled and replied: "Ningguo Mansion doesn't like this."

Xue Pan laughed at him, "Are you reluctant to part with the candle?"

I couldn’t bear to part with the candles. In this era, candles are extremely expensive and every candle costs money. Jia Rong didn’t deny it either, nodding and saying, “Uncle Pan still understands me best.”

The people at the table laughed and didn't say anything. It was just a ceremony, and we would light fireworks later, as long as we got the idea.

A few people drank a few more cups, and the spring cakes and rolls were paired with wine. Although it was strange, it was also somewhat interesting.

After a while, it seemed that the time had come, and there was only a "swish" sound, and a spark broke through the darkness, and exploded with a bang in the night.

Not only their Ningguo Mansion, but the entire sky above the inner city of Shenjing was illuminated by fireworks at this time.

The sound of swishing and banging is endless!

It seems that these fireworks are competing to illuminate the dark night and bring light to the people of Shenjing.

The female relatives in the next room could no longer bear it any longer and left the table one after another, walking up to the railing and looking up at the sky.

"So beautiful!"

"Yes, it's so beautiful!" Brother Rong didn't know whose words he answered, and sighed softly. He quietly watched the fireworks that went up with a swish, lit up the night sky with a bang, and then disappeared into the world.

One by one, it made him feel complicated.

I feel a little homesick!

The fireworks over Shenjing City lasted for a full quarter of an hour. This quarter of an hour was definitely the most difficult quarter of an hour for each camp in Shenjing.

Fortunately, nothing happened tonight, and many unknown people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After the fireworks have dissipated, tonight's banquet has come to an end.

One by one, there was excitement on their faces. Among them, there were a few people who looked lonely, such as Jia Rong who was inexplicably homesick, Jia Baoyu who didn't know why, and Xue Baochai who was elusive.

Brother Rong escorted the guests one by one to the sedan chair and left. He then watched Mrs. You leading the female members of the Ning family back, and then he found his little wife and returned to the courtyard.

My wife drank some wine today. Although she is not drunk, she is still a little confused.

Xiangling and Queer helped Grandma Rong lie down, while Brother Rong went to wash his body a little. After all, he was exhausted in the afternoon and was sweating all over, and his body was sticky. He couldn't feel well without taking a bath.

comfortable.

After a hot bath, even my worries are much less.

When Uncle Rong entered the room, Grandma Rong was already fast asleep.

She was still thinking of using this opportunity to make some excuses tonight, but it seemed like she was wasting her time. Jia Rong shook her head, and after Xiang Ling Que'er helped change her coat and left the inner room, she lifted up the quilt and got in.

Habitually, she hugged Qin Keqing gently, and when she was about to fall asleep, she noticed that this little girl's eyelashes moved.

But my little wife is not asleep yet!

She's pretending to be asleep!

He must be afraid that he would ask her what she was talking about with Sister Feng. Brother Rong smiled softly and sighed deliberately: "I don't know what kind of blessings I gained in my previous life to marry someone who is not only as beautiful as a fairy but also considerate and pleasant."

daughter in law."

Seeing Qin Keqing's eyes blink slightly, Jia Rong was even more sure that Ke'er's daughter-in-law was not asleep. Then she said: "It wasn't until I met you that I finally discovered that there is love in this world, but it doesn't appear often. Once

If you show up, you can no longer bear to live up to it.”

Qin Keqing moved even more fiercely under her closed eyes!

Brother Rong found Keqing's hand, held it between his hands, gently brought it to his mouth and kissed it. He said, "I want to hold this hand and walk through tomorrow, through this life, and through every lifetime."

"Hmph." Qin Keqing had never heard such disgusting words before. One sentence was soft-hearted and the other was heart-warming. How could he hold it back now? He smiled and snorted to Uncle Rong. "Uncle will coax Ke'er.

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"My wife is coaxing the uncle! I thought she was asleep, so I said these heart-wrenching words. Who would have thought..." Brother Rong said aggrievedly, "I can't save my face!"

Qin Keqing smiled mysteriously and asked: "Really?"
Chapter completed!