In the middle of the 10th month of the lunar calendar, the capital was already winter. The sky was gloomy and it seemed that a snow was brewing.

In Xuji Restaurant in the western suburbs of the capital, two middle-aged scholars drank together at the window on the second floor, whispering to the good words circulating in the capital recently: Huanxisha - I want to ask how thin Jiang Mei is.

In this era without media, the spread of poetry mainly involves two mouths: literati and famous prostitutes. Jiaofangsi is an official brothel, and there is no need to say that famous prostitutes are there.

In the evening, the restaurant business in the suburbs was deserted, and there were not many guests on the second floor. The two had a great time talking. However, the scribe on the right looked a little strange when he heard the author's name.

"The Ministry of Revenue Corruption is settled. Mr. Qiu retired and returned home. Mr. Zhang went to the low chess and advanced. Brother Zixiu, you asked me to drink today, what's wrong?"

"Brother Wentai, I received a letter from my family. My mother is seriously ill. I want to return to my hometown to manage it and no longer be obsessed with doing business..."

"Oh..." The scholar who wrote a letter from the table sighed long, with a lonely tone, "Old heads are for fame and fortune. The old pine and bamboo in the old mountain are old, and they are blocking the return journey! I want to give my thoughts to Yaoqin, but I have few soulmates, who can listen to the broken strings?"

The voices of the two scribes gradually lowered.

Outside the window, there was a light snow.

…

In late October, the weather gradually became colder and the snow melted.

On the 30th, in the afternoon, Jia Huan wrote a picture of the words, sent Tanchun's maid Cuimo away, picked up the peeled charcoal strips as pencils, let Qingwen be a model, and painted sketches as leisure.

But his skills are amateur, and his paintings are not very similar. Qingwen giggled and used Ruyi to make fun of him.

After the negotiations with Jia Lian on October 12th, he had been studying in the mansion after returning from outside the mansion. The Legend of the Condor Heroes in his hand naturally had no chance to sell it. However, with the 100 taels of silver given by Jia Lian, he did not have any financial pressure in a short period of time.

The next morning, Jia Huan met with Qian Huai at the second gate and went to the study courtyard. On the 18th, Jia Lian arranged for Zhao Guoji to go to the honeycomb coal workshop outside Dongcheng as the manager.

Jia Huan didn’t know how Jia Lian discussed with Wang Xifeng. He thought that he knew how to keep the business of 8,000 taels of silver a year and separated from the public property of the Jia family!

The feudal society implemented a system of cohabitation and wealth. All men's income must be given to the public, which is used to support the family. But who would be so stupid that a man's private income would be given to the public?

In addition, even if it is "living together and sharing wealth", it still retains personal assets. For example, Wang Xifeng's dowry in Jia's mansion, this is her personal assets. The domination is her. Her husband Jia Lian cannot move.

Similarly, Jia Lian can also own his private property. This is reflected in the Red Chamber. He asked Wang Xifeng to help persuade Yuanyang to use Jia Mu's private money and extort 200 taels of silver for Wang Xifeng and Ping'er.

For specific operation methods, you can understand how state-owned assets of state-owned enterprises are lost.

According to records from the Song and Ming dynasties, it is normal and public to own private property in large families.

…

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the study courtyard, Jia Lan's Chang came up with the osmanthus tree to pay his respects, "Please pay my respects to the third master."

Jia Huan smiled, "Gui Shu, do you have something to do?"

Guishu smiled and said, "Third Master Lan is sick and fever today and will not go away. I want to take a few days of sick leave. I want to ask the Third Master to help tell Mr. Lin."

"I understand." Jia Huan responded, went into the study and sat down to prepare for his homework.

Mr. Lin is tall and square, serious. He is a wealthy family leader like Guishu, who is ignorant of his eyes and cannot even bother to say anything. This is his arrogance as a juren.

It was a little abnormal today. At around 10 o'clock in the morning, Lin Gaohe (Liu Ren) came late. Jia Huan and Jia Cong, who were reading books by themselves, bowed to Lin Gaohe. Jia Huan talked about Jia Lan's fever and asked him off.

Lin Gaohe waved his hand and sighed, "No need to ask for leave, today is the last lesson. I have already left the house to Dongweng and will leave your mansion in the afternoon."

"Ah?" Jia Huan was stunned for a moment, and after several seconds he recovered, he stood up in surprise and asked, "Why did sir suddenly want to quit the restaurant? But what are the difficulties with money?"

For tutors like Juren Lin, the market in Beijing is forty taels of 40 taels a year. The Jia family includes food and accommodation. There are other gifts for three festivals a year. However, if Juren Lin has friends, it is not enough. The Beijing officials are not enough.

Jia Cong blinked and sat blankly in his seat. He had no feelings about Lin Juren leaving the hall.

Lin Gaohe looked at his disciples and his serious eyes became softer, explaining: "Ten days ago, I received a letter from my hometown that my family was seriously ill. Sons are most afraid of their sons, but their relatives are not here. Moreover, they have wasted all these years in the imperial examination for their teachers, and it is time to return home to rectify their family business."

A juren is not prominent in the capital, but is a first-class person in the local gentry and wealthy family. There is only the saying of a poor scholar, but no juren. Because juren is exempted from taxes and corvee labor in the land under his name.

Once the imperial examination is passed, the civilians and even small and medium-sized landlords in the country will "distribute" the land and place it in the name of the juren to avoid the heavy taxes and labor service of the country. The juren can receive a considerable land rent every year.

This is just economic interests, as well as various political privileges, such as not kneeling when seeing an official, etc. Therefore, there is also the saying "Jin Juren and Yin Jinshi".

Jia Huan sighed worriedly. Mr. Lin’s mother was seriously ill. How could he try to keep him? He bowed and said: "Student wishes Mr. to return home smoothly!"

When Lin Gaohe left, his studies would have to be interrupted. He had just finished studying "Mencius". After learning the Four Books, he had to choose this sutra and learn the eight-legged essay skills.

Once Lin Gaohe leaves, his scientific examination will definitely be hopeless in February next year.

Lin Gaohe nodded and said warmly: "You don't have to worry. The speaker Ye Hongyun and I are close friends. You take this recommendation letter to the academy. The speaker of the speaker are both Confucian scholars with extraordinary knowledge and noble character. Don't worry about your studies."

Jia Huan breathed a sigh of relief and took the recommendation, "Mr. Xie."

Lin Gaohe said: "You are talented and have gone to the academy. Don't be proud of your talent than your classmates. You should study hard, strive to get into the exam early, and relieve your current dilemma.

Scholars pay attention to: establishing morality, making meritorious and making words. This is the three immortals. As a teacher, I hope you can work hard with this goal."

Jia Huan saluted Lin Gaohe solemnly, "Students remember!"

Establishing virtue, making merit, and making words are the "three immortals" advocated by Confucianism, and was proposed by Sun Bao, the Shu of Lu in the Spring and Autumn Period. People's lives are limited and they will eventually die, but there are three things that remain immortal in the world: establishing virtue, making merit, and making words.

The great bourgeois revolutionary and military strategist Napoleon once said that when he dies, he will not occupy more than a quarter of the length of a page in history books, but his "Napoleon Code" will last forever. This is indeed the case. This is the word!

Jia Huan did not have such noble sentiments, but at this time he was still a little moved!

Mr. Lin is a Confucian scholar. He is different from Jia Zheng’s false Taoism, and is not a corrupt Confucian scholar in Jia Baoyu’s mouth. Confucian scholars establish their minds for the heaven and earth, establish their destiny for the people, inherit their unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to the ages!

But things in the world are impermanent and human power is poor. If you are rich, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be safe.

Lin Gaohe smiled satisfied with his beard, "Go to class. Read the poem of a child prodigy with me."

"Yes, sir!"

"The emperor values ​​heroes, and his articles teach you.

All things are inferior, but they can only study with high standards.”

"Zhu Zigui in the court is all scholars."

"As a result of diligence in learning, thousands of books are available in the window.

Three winters are enough to use, who will smile and be empty in your stomach?"

"I am a farmer in the morning and climb to the emperor's hall in the evening.

If a general or a minister has no race, men should be self-reliant.

Learning is the treasure of the body, and Confucianism is treasured on the table.

If you think of being a prime minister, you must use scholars.

Don’t be wrong with Taoism and Confucianism, poetry and books will not let others down.”

The sound of reading aloud sounded in the school over and over again. Juren Lin read a sentence, Jia Huan and Jia Cong read a sentence.

Juren Lin was about to return home, and he did not plan to enter the examination room again. Decades ago, under the supervision of his teacher, he was carrying a child prodigy poem and inspiring himself, thinking about the time when he was awarded the title of the gold list. Decades of dreams have been broken, but now he can only rely on his disciples.

Juren Lin’s heart was filled with emotions! He felt tears shed in his long heart.

Jia Huan recited the poems of a child prodigy loudly, and his feelings were stirring in his heart. He also remembered the poor students of the year when they were in their third year of high school and were admitted to key universities. He studied hard for more than ten years and became famous all over the world.

He did not seek to enter the court or become famous in the world. What he wanted was: to be like in modern society, without being a slave, control one's own destiny, and be respected.

Jia Huan believed that he was not a disciple of Confucianism. The ideas in modern society were originally Legalists and military strategists.

Fate and fame are the stepping stone, fame are the amulets. He needs fame to break the limitations of the corruption and decay of the Jia family on him.

He does not have the sentiment of "supporting the world" like Confucians. Survive in the world and survive the fittest. Just as it is sung in the Internationale: There has never been any savior.

Everyone’s life is earned by themselves! Choose their own way of living.

He is not a disciple of Confucianism, but he admires Confucians.

…

The last lesson ended in the recitation of "Child Prodigy Poems". Jia Huan and Jia Cong sent Lin Gaohe to his residence to pick up his luggage, and then to the outer study room. Jia Zheng and a group of Qing Guests came to see him off.

Jia Huan followed Zhongqingke to the corner gate, his eyes slightly red and his nose was sour. Jia Zheng did not come to see him. When Juren Lin finished his simple greetings with everyone, he was going to walk away with his bow on his back.

Jia Huanchang bowed and said loudly: "Sir, the journey is smooth!" Lin Juren taught him the knowledge of the Four Books and was a good teacher.

Although Juren Lin left him a mailing address: Yong'an County, Yanping Prefecture, Fujian Chenggong, Great Zhou. However, under such transportation conditions in ancient times, I really don't know if there is a day of goodbye in this life! There is a time to listen to the teachings again!

Juren Lin turned around, smiled, walked calmly as a car, and disappeared at the end of the Jiafu Street. It was noon in winter, on the first day of November of the eighth year of Yongzhi.

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Chapter completed!