The 8th thing is so plain in the past.There was no ripple in the ripples in the house.It was like a cold cat being forgotten in the corner.Jacqueline himself doesn’t care.It is the aunt Zhao, the mother-in-law, and the care.I heard that Aunt Zhao had a fight in front of Mrs. Wang.The result, of course, is: eggs.

He goes to the library every day.After school, let Chang accompanied his uncle Zhao Guoji to hang out in Beijing, observe, and understand the customs and customs of the Zhou Dynasty.

Small transparency has the benefit of small transparency, as long as the homework can keep up, there is a lot of free time to dominate, rather than restraining at home.

In the study of Jiafu, he taught a classmate of a long-term non-Chinese surname in Beijing.Every morning and afternoon teach one hour.The textbook is mainly based on the child, reading the "Mong child training", "three words", "thousand words", "sound law enlightenment", "thousands of poems", "ancient poetry", "child prodigy", "rhyme lesson", "the training of the lingu on the rhyme", "enhance the rich text", "young Qionglin".

Jia Huan and Jia Qi are studying "Zhen Guangxian Literature", and Jialan's progress is ahead of "early school Qionglin".After reading "Jong Lin" in early childhood, even if you complete all the enlightenment education, you can start to learn four books and five sylrasions.

The older Jia Baoyu, Jia Yingchun, Jia Xuanchun have all been opened, and the four books and five scriptures have been read in general.

In the past few days, Jia Huan has rarely seen the shadow of Jia Baoyu.Because Lin Daiyu came to Jiafu, Bao Brother was busy playing with Lin sister two little guess.

As for the spring, spring, and the spring will not come to the study after this year.My mother’s words were “know a few words.”Near the Spring Festival, the four of them are slacking and unscathed.

This afternoon, the sky was gloomy and there was little snow.Beautiful carved window railings give the north wind blowing.It was cold in the library.

After the end of the two-hour class in the afternoon, Jia Huan, Jia Qi and Jialan saluted Lin from the desk: "Mr. Xie's teachings!"

Lin Qi is more than 30 years old, lean and tall, wearing a t-shirt robe, wearing a four-way flat towel.He has always been harsh.At this time, he said: "The new spring is near, and today is the last lesson of the year."Go back to your own books.Classes start on the 18th of the next month, when I will study your school.Dispersed.”

A gentle sigh in my heart: Jia Huan and Jia Qi are older than Jalan, but the academic progress is even worse than 5-year-old Jialan.He was a teacher in Jiafu, but he was just living and could not stay for a few years.I don't think I can see the talented Jalancao midfielder.

“Jail to Mr.”

Lin took out of the library.A little boy waiting at the door was busy and smiling and talking.It was as if it were as if the Jia government had invited Lin Qiang to drink.

Jia Huan, Jia Ling and Jialan packed their bags and left the study.Outside, the children of the book came.

There is one person beside Jia Huan Zhao Guoji.Like Jia Huan, there is only a man in his twenties named Rich.Jalan has two long-term attendants, two small bookboys.The head is the son of Jalan's father, Jia Zhu's nursing mother, named laurel tree.

The library is located in a courtyard outside the second door of Jiafu.There are actually corridors and two doors in the middle.On weekdays, Sanchun and Baoyu are going this way.But Jia Huan, Jia Qi, and Jialan all preferred to go out from the front door of the study and then go around to the nearest hanging flower gate to their respective residences.Because they meet women in it, the three basics of them must be polite, and they may not be flattered.Very troublesome.

"Brother, Lango, I'll go first."At the door of the courtyard, Jia Qi said goodbye and went east.Jia Xu is the son of Jia Ai, Jia Li's younger brother, who is younger than Jia Huan.

The Ronggu government covers a wide area.Jia Huan walked around outside Jiafu a few days ago and also strolled around Jiafu.Estimated nearly 100 acres.It’s about the size of 10 standard football fields.Call it a mansion.

The layout is divided into left, middle and right roads.The middle road is followed by the gate, the outer court door, the south hall, the inner door, and the Rongxi Hall; the western road is the hanging flower door, the hall, the flower hall, the mother's upper room, the downtrodden hall, and the Fengjie Hospital; the eastern road is the Jia pardoning hospital.

The study room is located in the north-facing hall of the middle road.Not far away is Jia Zheng's outer library dream.Jacqueline lives on the east side.Jia Huan and Jialan are both Jia Zhengyi and live in the middle of the road.Three people on different roads.

Jia Huan and Jialan walked with the long-going, bookboys to the south of the flower gate.The cold weather, the snow dancing.

Jaran is more than five years old, with a disguised young man.Shrouded in dark blue cloaks, with a smile on his face after the school holiday, he said, “Uncle, my mother asked me to ask you if you have finished your history book.”Give it back to me when you see it.”

The "National History of the National Dynasty" in Jia Huan's hand was borrowed from Jalan.Jaran's mother, Li Wei, was the daughter of the former state-owned prison for wine, and Jalan's dead father, Jia Zhu, was in the show to prepare for the examination.There are history books at Jalin’s house.

People who cherish books borrow books like their sons are sustenanced in someone else's home, and they want to take them back at all times, and they are accompanied by all kinds of worries.

Jia Huan understood this mood and immediately said, “I have finished.”I'm not going to take it today, and I'll take it to your yard."

Li Yi is really well-received by Jiafu, and he is very good at being a human being.He borrowed the book for half a month.If he can bear to go back now, he will not have any dissatisfaction in his heart.

Jaran was happy: “Okay.Uncle, I listen to my mother, this year Jiangnan Zhen family steward to send the New Year.It is said that Zhen Baoyu made a poem circulated in the Jiangnan region, and was triumphant.At this year's New Year's Eve dinner, my great-grandmother may have given us poetry."

Jasper laughed.He did not intend to go out in the study, and did not intend to be in the guise in front of his mother on New Year's Eve dinner.What about the school, even in ancient times?There are teachers hand-in-hand teaching, only need to remember, memorization, and how can it be difficult to get the college entrance examination?

Low-key is the best protective color at present.

Outside the South Flower Gate, the long-going and small-timers stopped and handed the bag to Jia Huan and Jalan.The two of them carried their bags and walked into the two doors.

The East Cross Court, where Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang live, is located east of the East Ear House in Rongxi Hall.The small courtyard next to the East Cross House is the residence of Aunt Zhao.The suite of Jia Huan was next to Aunt Zhao's small courtyard.

The yard of Jalan and his mother Li Wei is not far from Jia Huan's residence, and it is biased towards the west road.

Jia Huan said goodbye to Jialan at the intersection, and he would go to Madame Wang's east cross-court to see it first.In general, at this time, Aunt Zhao was waiting in front of the East Cross Court.

Xiao Jia Huan's habit is to go to Aunt Zhao after school in the afternoon, and play with the maids in Mrs. Wang's yard for a while.

Jasper doesn’t plan to suddenly change that habit.A few days ago, he and Zhao Guoji went out to visit in Beijing, which had made Aunt Zhao suspicious.Yesterday came to see him after dinner and then scolded him a few words: "Jamper heart barrier, where to pad the nest?"I haven't seen anyone in a few days."

Go to the East Cross.Because of the snow, the maids were playing, resting and talking in the warm pavilion of the partial hall, leaving only a small maid to look at the wind at the door.

Jia Huan familiar with the road into the warm cabinet, warm breath rushed to the face, put the bag on the side of the stool, and familiar with the familiar maid golden puppies, Caixia and others greeted me casually, "Today you two are not waiting in front of your wife?" 」

After all, he is from the modern era, but also an adult, knows how to respect and tolerate, and the relationship with the maids is much more than Xiao Jia Huan.

Mrs. Wang's chief maid, the golden psalm, was squatting at the low table and the little maid, and smiled with a smile on his face: "The clouds and the jade gourd are in the middle."I'll come out and play with Cinnamon for a while."She was about eleven or 12 years old, with a big face, combing bangs, looking steady, already human-like.

She came over and handed Jiahuan a cup of hot tea.She was similar in age to Jin Pu, the goose's face, her eyebrows were clear, and she said in a gentle whisper: "Grandpa, my aunt made a mistake today, and knelt in it for nearly half an hour."Do you want to go in and slow down?”

Jia Huan stood down.He came these days and was not close to Aunt Zhao.But suddenly she knelt down for nearly an hour, and her mood was a little complicated.I thought to myself, “Thank you.”Get up and go to the room.The fact that most of them are likely to succeed.

Aunt Zhao is, after all, the birth mother of Xiao Jia Huan, and if she knew that she was on her knees and did not go in to intercede, she really could not say.Aunt Zhao no matter how brainless, died, but there was no discount on Xiao Jia Huan's love.

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There are three small main rooms on the east entrance of the East Crossing Court.There is a table on the front room, with books and tea sets on the table, and half-old green satin back-to-back pillows on the east wall.Mrs. Wang sat down on the west side and drank tea indifferently.

Aunt Zhou, Caiyun, Yujun, and several maids and mother-in-law spoke with Mrs. Wang.My aunt, however, knelt down on the ground.A clear contrast.

It was so cold that it knelt on the ground for an hour.Jia Huan suddenly surged a deep sympathy for Aunt Zhao.Two steps before the first two steps, "poking", kneeling beside the aunt, "groom" kowtowed three heads, "the son has seen the mother."Today, the library began to take annual leave, come to my mother and beg her."

Yes, Jia Huan called Mrs. Wang "mother" in the ritual law, but called her birth mother, Aunt Zhao, "Aunt".He can only be called Aunt Zhao “mother” after people.

Do not think that Jia Huan knelt down under the "bumpy".Jiafu, the son asked his mother to rest, just to kneel on the ground and kowtow.The only difference is that there is no cushion on the ground, kowtow need to be so hard.

Jia Huan did not think that he could get any preferential treatment in front of Mrs. Wang.Before Xiao Jia Huan came to Wang's wife to play here, he basically did not enter the front room to ask Mrs. Wang.

Madame Wang wore a plain dress, and eyebrows, a middle-aged woman in her forties, well-maintained, with a fine string of beads in her hand.

She was already thinking about getting Aunt Zhao up, kneeling for half an hour, and beating enough.See the loudness of Jia Huan's head, his heart is comfortable, and he says lightly: "Brother, get up!Aunt Zhao, look at the face of the ring brother, too.Don't do it again next time."

Aunt Zhao was busy thanking, “Thank you, Mrs. Thank you.”Then stand up again.Just kneeling for a little while, two legs sore, body shaking, almost fell.There was a lot of laughter in the room.

Jia Huan held Aunt Zhao’s arm, and the laughter made him sound a little harsh.

Madame Wang flashed an imperceptible pleasure in her eyes and said, “Aunt Zhao, go back to rest today.”I don't need you to wait here."

Aunt Zhao also "Shany" a few words, only to leave with Jia Huan.

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Back in Aunt Zhao's small courtyard, Aunt Zhao's eyes were red, sitting in a chair with green sat on the back of the bedding, and sighing, so that the maids and the leopards used to cure the snake oil.Hold up your trousers, the place of the knee is already red and swollen.

Jia Huan looked at her frowned and asked, “Mother, what’s going on today?”How do you get the rules for the king?”

Squatting at Aunt Zhao's feet, she took snake oil to give her a small gull who kneaded her knees and looked at Jia Huan in amazement.Jia Huan is called "Mrs. Wang", even called "Mrs. Wang".

Aunt Zhao red eyes, indignantly said: "What else can be done?"I made a noise a few days ago because you didn't have a porridge and my wife, and my wife is looking for me today, and I'm going to make me a raft."

Jasper was a bit of a lull.When he read the dream of the Red Mansions, he did not like Aunt Zhao, the reverse supporting role, and knew that she had always died, and belonged to a kind of person who needed to recharge her IQ.

However, from Jia Huan's point of view, the mother's fight for his son's treatment was retaliated, and his heart was still touched.

“Daughter, are you thinking about leaving Jiafu?”Jasper asked seriously.Aunt Zhao had a bad time in Jiafu.If Aunt Zhao wants to, she can take her away when she leaves Jiafu.She could not occupy the identity of her son, but let her live half a lifetime.

Aunt Zhao was fined to Mrs. Wang on her knees for nearly an hour on the ground on such a snowy day today, and the reason was only that Mrs. Wang was making noise in retaliation for Aunt Zhao.This made Jia Huan full of deep sympathy for Aunt Zhao's experience.