The atmosphere of the Spring Festival is getting stronger and stronger. The sound of firecrackers is getting louder and bustle. Jinling City is getting more lively.

On the 29th day of the 12th lunar month, Jia Huan boarded a leisurely boat, went downstream, and took Changsui to the home of Dagongfang Mountain to see the New Year.

The traditional Chinese etiquette is three festivals and two birthdays a year. Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Spring Festival, plus the teacher’s birthday and the teacher’s wife’s birthday.

On the long street in the western section, in front of the brick and tiles with a sense of historical heavyness, there was no saddle and horse in front of the door. Jia Huan and the old servants of the Zhang Mansion were very familiar with Qian Huan and Hu Xiaosi, carrying gifts, followed Jia Huan into the Zhang Mansion.

The mountain leader met in the study, and the famous scholars from Jinling City came and went. Jia Huan was not interested in this high-end situation and chatted with Zhang Chengjian in the side hall. The morning sun shone on the ground from outside the window railing.

As the Spring Festival approaches, Ji Ming takes his maid and goes back to his hometown in Yangzhou Prefecture to celebrate the festival. Pang Ze goes out and has not returned.

Zhang Chengjian was in his forties and still looked chubby. He was wearing a blue shirt and a scholar outfit, sitting in a nanmu chair, and asked with a smile: "How do Ziyu feel when she was studying in the Southern Prison for several months?"

Jia Huan and Zhang Chengjian had a familiar relationship and said with a smile: "It's not as easy as Brother Bo Miao's life. The deepest feeling is that the students have three hardships. The way out is hard, the way out is hard, the way to study is hard, and the poor are hard."

The Imperial College Supervisors' students were in prison and studied. In ancient times, the slow-paced and leisurely life was quite difficult. In recent years, the school's discipline has been relaxed and most of the rules are useless. If it were in the early years of the country, it would be even more painful.

Of course, the current hardship of students studying is not as good as the learning intensity in Wendao Academy. Wendao Academy won consecutive victories in the imperial examinations for a reason. The sword is sharpened by itself, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. There is no shortcut to study!

I don’t say that the future is hard. The employment prospects of the supervisory students are very bad. There are not so many official positions for supervisory students.

The third suffering is poverty. Most of the students are scholars. If a scholar does not know how to make a living, he will be very poor. A poor scholar, a poor scholar, is not a random call.

Jia Huan said it was funny, Zhang Chengjian laughed, the fat flesh on his fat face trembled, and instead talked to Jia Huan about various interesting stories about Shilin.

After lunch, the mountain chief Zhang Anbo took Jia Huan's homework in the study room. Every time Jia Huan came, it was an indispensable process. For the former academic master, he would never be afraid of the exam, and Jia Huan answered very smoothly.

Zhang Anbo was 66 years old at the age of 70, wearing a light gray casual dress and a Tang scarf. He smiled gently behind the desk and nodded frequently during the quiet afternoon time. He was very satisfied, "No. Not bad. I worked hard during this period. If I don't make any mistakes like a literary appointment, I will be fine if I win the spring exam in the next year. I heard Pang Shiyuan say that there are rumors in Jinling City that slander you, and I am worried that you will be distracted by this."

Jia Huan laughed, "Captain, that's just a small matter."

"You..." Zhang Anbo laughed in silence and picked up the celadon tea cup on the desk to drink tea. His disciple was a very proud person in his heart. "A few days of rest at home during the Chinese New Year. Is your cousin's health okay?"

Jia Huan replied: "It's okay." Daiyu now walks in the house for half an hour under the supervision of Aunt Pei, Zijuan and Xiren every day. Her body is a little stronger. She doesn't catch a cold again in winter. This is a good phenomenon.

"Um."

Zhang Anbo did not remind Jia Huan. With Ziyu's nature, he was indeed a person who could entrust his funeral. He was entrusted by others and was loyal to others. This was the style of the ancients in the Spring and Autumn Period. A gentleman's word is as good as a horse. Scholars should practice it themselves!

Jia Huan smiled and drank a sip of tea, "Master, I have something to tell the Master."

"Oh?" Zhang Anbo looked kind and smiled at Jia Huan. He always attached great importance to Jia Huan's opinions.

Jia Huan talked about the evaluation of several classmates from Tang Xinran the day before yesterday and said, "How is the Shanzhu thinking about the large-scale implementation of the textbook "Academic Lecture Notes" in the Imperial College?"

Zhang Anbo said strangely: "Ziyu, why do you think?"

Jia Huan didn't say anything false, but pointed to the core, saying: "Thousands of supervisors accepted the academic philosophy of our academy. After a few years, they were all our fellow students. The academic master of the mountain was also echoed."

The Four Books and Five Classics have been interpreted in various different ways over the past thousands of years. The most core schools are Neo-Confucianism and Wangxue. There are different schools in Neo-Confucianism. Shanzhu is a great scholar of Neo-Confucianism. If the academy textbooks are used in the Imperial College, all the students are actually disciples of the chief.

Jia Huan knew that the mountain leader had no intention of career. Although he thought that the mountain leader could still make great achievements. The mountain leader was still healthy. However, he would not go against the mountain leader's intentions to promote this matter.

Since the mountain leader is unintentional to the career, then expand his influence!

Zhang Anbo lowered his head and pondered for a while, and said, "This matter is not difficult! The funds for printing cannot be solved." A scholar who establishes morality, makes meritorious and makes words is the three immortals. This is the spread of his doctrine, how can he refuse?

Jia Huan laughed, "If the mountain leader is interested, I will solve it. However, the manuscript of the "Academy Lecture Notes" must be reviewed by the mountain leader." He put the brought "Academy Lecture Notes" on the mountain leader's desk.

Zhang Anbo smiled and shook his head, "You, you will find something for me. Speaking of the printing, there was news in the newspaper recently that the emperor ordered the King of Wu to restore wood carving printing. You can use this technology to print books. In addition, you can recruit doctors to compile "Huang Zhou Yinghua". Master Fang hopes for the president."

Jia Huan nodded with a smile.

The chief of the mountain has a academic level and status in the world. It is sufficient to be the president of "Emperor Zhou Yinghua". But with the emperor's sense of the chief of the mountain, he will definitely not be appointed by the chief of the mountain. However, his master Fang Wang, the master of the literary world, has great hope of being selected.

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There are two difficulties in publishing the "Academic Lecture Notes". First, the money for printing the book. Second, after printing, will the Imperial College Supervisors be willing to ask for it?

The next day was New Year's Eve. Jia Huan put these things behind his mind and planned them after the Lantern Festival. Bags of rice, flour, grain, oil, chicken, duck, fish, vegetables, fruits, and pastries were purchased as New Year's goods by the housekeeper Yuan Bo.

In front of Jia Huan's yard on He'an Street, brand new couplets and lanterns were posted and hung. Twenty people in the mansion were filled with joy. Even Jia Huan was rarely not studying, and he was waiting for the arrival of New Year's Eve as the sky was falling.

The busiest and lively thing is the kitchen, with all kinds of exquisite dishes, fried snacks, meatballs, and dumplings available at all times.

In the elegant living room, everyone gathered. Qingwen sat on the side of the table with a small plate and ate the steamed crystal sauce, with relish, bright eyes and smiles. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl is agile and charming.

Qingwen wore a newly made exquisite dark red jacket and covered her with a green tooth-pinching vest. Jinling has a large population and has a great reputation. In the second half of the year, Jia Huan asked the tailor to add a few sets of clothes to everyone.

Jia Huan was funny, and saw that the pretty little girl Ruyi was a little greedy, so he pulled her and turned around and asked, "Qingwen, can you still eat the main meal later?"

Qingwen glanced at Jia Huan and laughed, "Third Master, I will serve you to have a drink later."

Jia Huan smiled and shook his head.

In the past, Qingwen and Ruyi had dinner with him. However, with Daiyu and others, Qingwen and Zijuan, the four of them were left alone. Otherwise, according to the rules of the Jia family, the maids would have to be hungry first and go back to eat leftovers.

Qingwen's words were pleasing. It means that she would not eat a regular meal later and served him and drink. This was a kind intention. He could not continue talking about her. So she said that she was very straightforward!

Daiyu, Aunt Pei, Zijuan, and Xiren in the room all smiled, and their beauty was different. Daiyu smiled with a delicate beauty, while Aunt Pei chuckled with a little intellectual and mature womanly style. Xiren lowered her head and smiled, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, with a slender figure, soft and white.

As they were talking and laughing, the night gradually enveloped. The servants began to serve the dishes. The banquet outside also began.

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On New Year's Eve, firecrackers sounded in Jinling City and fireworks bloomed in the sky.

While Jia Huan was having dinner with her cousins ​​and maids at home, there was a story circulating in the Jiaofangsi on the south bank of the Qinhuai River. One night at the end of the twelfth lunar month, Song Ruoyu, a famous prostitute in Jiangnan, went to He'an Street to ask Jia Huan for retirement but failed. The locations of the four famous prostitutes in Jiangnan were empty.

When many famous prostitutes paid attention to this matter, they also noticed that Mr. Jia Qingsong's address was leaked.

Jia Huan didn't know about this, so he ate a glass of wine with Aunt Pei and changed to chicken soup. Daiyu was young and weak, so she didn't drink alcohol.

After the New Year's Eve banquet, several people sat in the living room and chatted to watch the New Year. The hall was brightly lit and the charcoal fire burned the surroundings as warm as spring. Firecrackers exploded in the burning charcoal basin, making a sound.

Lin Daiyu was wearing a diamond-white long gown, holding a bun with a braid, with bangs, curved eyebrows, simple and exquisite appearance, beautiful and charming. She sat on a chair with a book, Zijuan and Xiren were waiting aside.

Looking at Jia Huan, Ruyi chatting and laughing casually, Aunt Pei listened, Zijuan interrupted occasionally, and then listened to the exclamations and laughter from the window, and the rich New Year atmosphere surged from the bottom of her heart. She couldn't remember how long it took for her to stay up to the New Year like this?

There was no such thing in the Jia Mansion, but she was with her parents when she was in Yangzhou. But she was young and fell asleep often.

Thinking of it, I couldn't help but feel sad.

Jia Huanzheng told Ruyi that he took her to the lantern market in a few days. Suddenly, he saw Daiyu frowning and her delicate little face was covered with sorrow. He shook his head in his heart. It turned out that it was the crying girl Lin! I wonder what sad past she remembered?

Jia Huan mentioned a topic, "My sister Lin, walking around every day is very good for your health. I think you have already realized it. You should also pay attention to your diet in the future. Eat three meals a day on time. Pay attention to whatever you can eat, what you can't eat, and what you are afraid of. I will go to the Imperial Hospital another day to ask Dr. Wu to make a list."

Traditional Chinese medicine has unique features in health preservation.

Lin Daiyu said in a soft voice: "Yes."

Jia Huan smiled. Although Daiyu agreed to be very well-behaved, but living with Daiyu for so long, he knew that she was a little resistant. Indeed, even if she could die if she had eaten, she would have lost a lot of fun.

In fact, with Daiyu's personality, he can get along well with Daiyu now and has not been tempted. The main reason is that he does not often stay at home and mainly focuses on studying. If he is busy pleasing Lin Daimei like Baoyu every day, there is an 80% chance that he will have to argue with her.

Secondly, he is an adult, and he is very clear about his behavior and will not offend Daiyu. Daiyu will not attack him for no reason.

In the end, his relationship with Daiyu was closer than that in the Jia family, but he was not familiar enough to chat and joke like a good friend. He kept a certain distance. This is one of the reasons.

After a few jokes, Daiyu's sorrow was diluted. The night was flowing, time flew, and the footsteps of the New Year came.

The twelfth year of Yongzhi has arrived. (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!