Ten days later.

Lin Ruhai's small study room, Shi'an Hall.

After the ugly hour, Jia Qiang finished memorizing the book and took the copybooks of "Yan Qinli Stele" and "Duobao Pagoda Stele" to practice calligraphy.

This was his daily homework. Before he came to this world, how could he, an engineering dog, have the time to write calligraphy?

Even though he has the memory of his predecessor, he was a playboy, and his handwriting cannot even be said to be fake.

In this era, words are like people's faces, they cannot be different at all.

If you don't have good calligraphy when you take the imperial examination, you won't even be expected to be a scholar.

Therefore, Jia Qiang must set aside an hour every day to write large characters diligently.

The large tallow wax illuminated the area around the desk. It turned out that the days before electricity were not difficult as long as you were familiar with them.

Jia Qiang concentrated on writing every stroke. Writing calligraphy requires talent, but writing does not.

If you want to write neatly and pleasingly, you just need to work hard and practice hard.

Jia Qiang didn't know if she had calligraphy talent, and she never thought about becoming a calligrapher, so she just immersed herself in studying and practicing hard.

In the quiet night, the sound of the pen brushing against the paper can be heard.

Occasionally, a mosquito flies in outside the fine screen window, but is driven away by the insect-repellent fragrance. It falls on the edge of the pond, where a goldfish jumps out of the water, swallows it, and creates a circle of water splashes.

In gardens in the south of the Yangtze River, wherever there is a pond, there must be a school of fish. In addition to being used for viewing, there is also a greater use, which is to eat mosquito and ant eggs.

Without fish, the pond would become a source of mosquitoes and no one could live in...

But Jia Qiang was unaware of all this.

He wrote every stroke and every stroke with concentration.

When a large piece of paper was full, he stopped writing, looked at it for a while, put it aside, and was about to write another article. However, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He looked up, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he stood up and said: "Girl

Father-in-law? Why are you here..."

Lin Ruhai was wearing a Confucian shirt and stood beside the sandalwood table with a kind expression. Beside him, there was a young woman who looked no more than twenty-five years old, supporting her.

This woman wears a dark-colored moiré-patterned soft smoke skirt, with a light apricot-colored water-patterned jade hairpin in her head. She has the typical gentle and quiet beauty of Jiangnan women, her eyes are like water, and she nods slightly with Jia Qiang.

Lin Ruhai pointed at her, and suddenly she frowned with a headache and said: "Aunt Lin, call her aunt...but you are too far away from her, so there is no need to force the honorific and calculate seniority, just call her aunt Mei."

That’s it.”

If Jia Min were still alive, Jia Qiang would of course pay homage to her aunt.

But the relationship between Lin Ruhai's concubine and Jia Qiang is too distant, and she can't be called great-aunt.

So just say "auntie" as a stranger.

"Auntie" is of course an honorific title, just like "Mrs."

At least, much taller than the maid...

Jia Qiangyi Lin Ruhai said after a half salute, she advised: "My aunt, it's already late at night, my aunt is not well yet, so it's better to rest more."

Lin Ruhai nodded and smiled when he heard the words, pointed to the paper on the large slip of paper, and said: "Kai Dao, your aunt said that you have some talent and organization in writing. Just because of your concentration, you even pushed the door open and walked in."

You won’t even notice the sound coming close to you, and if things go on like this, you will definitely achieve something.”

Jia Qiang hurriedly smiled humbly and said: "My great-uncle is too praised. I have only been practicing calligraphy seriously for two or three months. I wasted too much time in the past. Now I just make up for it with a little more."

Lin Ruhai shook his head and said: "Writing is just like solving essays, and it also requires talent. Whether you can write well and solve good problems depends not only on hard work, but also on whether you can get started with true rhyme. Your aunt said that you have such a talent

Talent, it seems to me now, is indeed good. What do you think?"

The last thing I said was to the woman next to me.

Hearing this, Aunt Mei picked up the paper full of large characters written by Jia Qiang on the large case. After looking at it for a while, she nodded and said: "You can see that there is worry in the words, but there is no sign of depression at all. The writing is gradually getting better and better."

Sharp, sharp and long-lasting. Yes, judging a person by his words shows his staunchness."

The sound is like the sound of mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

"oh?"

Lin Ruhai smiled and said: "I have been writing for decades, but your evaluation is the same as Brother Qiang who has been writing seriously for several months?"

Aunt Mei smiled lightly and said: "I am a talented person, but my only talent is calligraphy."

Lin Ruhai said to Jia Qiang, who looked puzzled: "Your Aunt Mei grew up in her great-uncle's house, and her great-uncle was Mr. Fu Weng, a world-famous calligrapher. When Mr. Fu Weng was alive, your Aunt Mei was her uncle."

The girl who washed pens developed a good eye. Unfortunately, after Mr. Fu Weng passed away, only one of the grandchildren of the Mei family went to study calligraphy, and they were not very successful. The rest went to work on how to sell salt..."

Xu Shi saw that after Jia Qiang heard the word "selling salt", her expression suddenly changed, and even her eyes when she looked at Lin Ruhai became subtle.

Who was Lin Ruhai? Although these changes were subtle, how could he escape his careful observation?

He lightly leaned on the bamboo stick and said with a smile: "You are indeed as sharp as your aunt said. Mr. Fu Weng and I have been friends for many years, but we have never had any interest in each other. Before he died, he entrusted your Aunt Mei to me.

That's all. Otherwise, how can I still accept bribes from the Mei family?"

Jia Qiang felt ashamed in her heart. In her previous life, she had seen too many dark and constantly reversing things on the Internet. She had seen them for more than ten years, so whenever something happened, she always liked to think about the dark side. He bowed to admit his mistake and said: "Uncle-in-law,

It's just my imagination."

Lin Ruhai waved his hand and said: "I've heard a little about you, and I don't blame you. But from now on, remember to cultivate the aura of a gentleman, and you might as well be more open and upright... Okay, I won't mention these words anymore, the night is already late.

, everyone in your room has been sleeping outside for a long time, and you can't stand it anymore. Your Aunt Mei and I are here tonight, firstly, to see if you are really practicing your calligraphy, and secondly, to see if you are really good at calligraphy.

As your aunt praised, you have a talent for calligraphy. Thirdly, I have a private matter and I would like to trouble you to take a walk."

Hearing this, Jia Qiang hurriedly said: "If my uncle and aunt has something to do, just ask me, how dare you call me 'laotie'?"

Lin Ruhai smiled and said: "Your Aunt Mei's great-uncle is celebrating her seventieth birthday in the Plum Garden the day after tomorrow, so she sent an invitation. Because of my poor health, your Aunt Mei put the invitation away without telling anyone.

.Now that my health is better, she doesn’t have to stay at home. But it seems a little thin if she goes alone. The Mei family has never asked me to do anything in these years. Now that the salt affairs have been handed over, I will leave Yangzhou soon.

We might as well come and go. I can't move, and your Aunt Lin hasn't seen the foreign guests yet... I wanted your Uncle Lian to come, but he can't compare to you. In the ten days since I came to Yangzhou, I have been unable to do anything.

I won’t be able to come back to live for most of the time. So, I just want you to take a trip for me, how about it?”

Jia Qiang smiled bitterly and said: "My great-uncle, these things are obligatory. Not to mention running errands once, even running errands ten times is a trivial matter. It's just my seniority... not everyone is like my great-uncle.

The etiquette and law are all in the heart, do what you want without violating the rules, and don't use your seniority to dominate others. With my seniority, how should I behave when I enter the plum garden?"

Lin Ruhai laughed when he heard this and said: "That's right... In this case, you can go as a member of my wife's clan and as my registered disciple. Your Aunt Mei will make it clear to the Mei family that although I praise your talent,

But my health is not good and I cannot teach well, so I only remember one name."

The so-called named disciple is just a false name.

But Jia Qiang was shocked when she heard this!

When he asked Tietou to rush south to rescue Lin Ruhai, he didn't think about getting anything in return. On the contrary, he wanted to repay Daiyu for saving her life and donating ginseng!

But obviously, Lin Ruhai didn't touch this section lightly. After silently observing him for ten days, he gave his thanks tonight.

With the lintel and ancestral shadow of the fourth generation of the Lin family, his status as a courtier, and the fact that he had been in the south of the Yangtze River for more than ten years for the emperor, and lost his only son and then his wife, he almost didn't even survive it with his own life.

With great merit and hard work, with such an identity, accepting Jia Qiang as a named disciple, this weight is so important!

It was enough to block future attacks from Shilin Qingliu and even Emperor Longan!!

Considering Lin Ruhai's face, even Emperor Long'an couldn't kill him...

The magnitude of this kindness made Jia Qiang, who always had a heart full of ice and stone, extremely moved, her eyes were red, and she bowed down with choked sobs.

Seeing Jia Qiang kowtowing on the ground and refusing to even raise her voice several times, Lin Ruhai said helplessly: "You child, do you want me to help you personally?"

Jia Qiang calmed down and stood up.

Aunt Mei looked at Jia Qiang's delicate and handsome face and sighed with regret:

It's a pity that there is a gap in seniority, otherwise it would be a perfect match for such a young man to be the uncle of the Lin family.

Jia Qiang does not have her parents, so the Lin family is in short supply of men.

Pity……

Although Lin Ruhai felt a little regretful in her heart, it was just regret.

He helped Jia Qiang for three reasons.

First, Daiyu told Jia Qiang everything about helping her. His life was saved by Jia Qiang, so he must repay her.

Secondly, Daiyu was kind-hearted and did not tell the story that she had rescued Jia Qiang and his party in Jinmen.

Perhaps in her mind, her helping others is just a casual thing, but in her heart she is grateful for the help others have given her.

Thirdly, Jia Qiang has no ambition to pursue an official career.

After all, Lin Ruhai has been an official for a long time, how could he not know the dangers of officialdom?

Especially after hearing about Jia Qiang's encounter with the Holy Master in Zuixian Tower, he knew that it was the time in Beijing when the stormy waves and turbulent waters hit the rocks.

Even if the Supreme Emperor Long Yu dies, as long as Jing Chu's old ministers are still in power in the court, the danger in the court will only become higher day by day, and even he may not be able to protect himself...

Therefore, it is not necessarily a bad thing that Jia Qiang does not enter the official career. On the contrary, it can lead to a peaceful life.

Looking at his attitude towards Daiyu these days, although he quarrels from time to time, in general, Jia Qiang still takes good care of this aunt.
To be continued...