In mid-October, Beijing is already in winter.It was dark and there seemed to be a snow.

In the Xuji wine building in the western suburbs of Beijing, two middle-class scribes drank and drank in the window on the second floor, and talked softly about the good words circulated in Beijing in recent days: Ganxi Sha - want to ask Jiang Mei to lose a little bit.

In this age of no media industry, poetry is spread mainly through two mouths: scribes and famous prostitutes.The court is a public youth building, and the famous prostitutes do not need to say it.

In the evening, the restaurant in the suburbs was deserted, and there were not many tables on the second floor.The two had fun talking.Just the scribe on the right side of the scribes was a little strange after hearing the author's name.

“The corruption-corruption case is over.Qiu waiter told the old man to return home.The master of the chapter to the low chess is high.“Brother, what’s the matter with you asking me to drink today?”

"Brother Wentai, I have received a letter from my family, my mother is seriously ill, I want to return home to operate, I am no longer enthralled by the business..."

“Oh . . . .”The scribes of the table sighed for a long time, and the tone fell, "White head is a good name."Old mountain pine bamboo old, blocking the journey!If you want to pay for the heart of Yaoqin, know the sound less, who listens to the string break?”

The voices of the two scribes gradually lowered.

Outside the window, I don't know when there was a little snow.

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In late October, the weather was getting cold and the snow was freezing.

On the 30th, in the afternoon, Jia Huan wrote a word, sent away the maid of spring, picked up the carbon strip as a pencil, let the lings as a model, and painted sketches as leisure.

It is just that his skills are amateurish, and the painting is not very similar.Laugh and laugh at him.

After the negotiations between October 12 and Jia Li, he returned from outside the house to study.The shooting hero in his hand naturally has no chance to sell.However, there are 100 silver coins given by Jia Li, and he has no economic pressure in a short period of time.

The next morning, Jia Huan joined the second door with the long and went to the study courtyard.On the 18th, Jia Li arranged for Zhao Guoji to go to the honeycomb coal workshop outside Dongcheng to be in charge.

How Jia Xuan discussed with Wang Xifeng, Jia Huan did not know.The business of 8,000 silver a year, think about it, he knows how to keep it secret and separate from Jiafu's property!

The feudal social family implements a cohabitation system.The man's income must be returned to the public for the purpose of raising a family.But men's private income, who will be stupid to the public?

In addition, even if it is "cohabiting for a common income", personal assets are still retained.For example, in Jiafu, Wang Xifeng's dowry, this is her personal asset.The power is given to her.Her husband, Jacqueline, could not move.

In the same way, Jia Li can also own his private property.This is reflected in the red building, he asked Wang Xifeng to help persuade the eupun to take Jia's mother's private money out, and to Wang Xifeng and Heping to jointly kill 200 silver coins.

The specific operation method, see how the state-owned assets of state-owned enterprises are lost.

According to the records of the Song and Ming periods, among the large families, each house has private property and shops are normal and open things.

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Just arrived at the door of the study courtyard, Jaran's long with the laurel tree to please Ann, "to the third master."

Jia Huan laughed, “Gui tree, do you have anything to do?”

Gui Shu laughed and said, “Master Lan, Master Lan is sick and fever today, so take a few days of sick leave.”I would like to ask the third master to tell Mr. Lin."

"I know."Jia Huan should come down, go into the study and sit down, and prepare homework.

Mr. Lin's cliff shore is high, squarely serious, like laurel trees such a big door, do not know, can not enter his eyes, even lazy to say a word.This is his pride as a man.

Today is a little unusual, at ten o'clock in the morning, Lin Gao and (Lin Zhang) are late.Jia Huan and Jia Qi, who were reading their own books, greeted Lin Gao and saluted.Jalan talked about Jaran's fever leave.

Lin Gao and waved his hand and sighed, "No need to take a vacation, today is the last lesson."I have resigned from the East Ong's house, and in the afternoon I will leave your house."

“Ah?”Jia Huan stood up and waited for several seconds to recover, stood up in surprise and asked, “Why did you suddenly resign?”But what’s the problem with the money?”

Lin Yiren such a teacher, the market in Beijing is forty-two per year.Jasper eats.Three days a year is also served.But if Lin Qiang people have friends, it is not enough.The governor is not enough.

Jacqueline blinked and sat in a daze.He had no feeling for Lin Yi’s resignation.

Lin Gaohe looked at his disciples, his serious eyes softened, and explained: "Ten days ago, I received a letter from my hometown, and my family was seriously ill.The one who is the son of the most jealous, and the one who is not there.Moreover, the teachers have been stumbling in the field for many years, and it is time to return home and rectify their homes.”

A person in Beijing is not innate, but in the local area are the first-class people of the squire.Only the poor show, there is no saying of the poor.For the removal of the people from the tax service of the land in his name.

Once in the middle, the local people, and even small and medium-sized landowners, will "dedicate" the land, hanging it in the name of the people, to avoid the heavy tax and servitude of the state.People can receive a lot of land rent every year.

This is only economic interests, as well as political privileges, such as the non-return of the officials and so on.Therefore, there is also the term "golden silver sergeant".

Jia Huan sighed worriedly, Mr. Lin's mother was seriously ill, how could he keep it?He said, “Students wish him all the best when he returns home!”

Lin Gao and left, his education had to be interrupted.He has just finished studying Mencius.After the four books are completed, you must also choose the scriptures and then learn eight literary skills.

Lin Gao and once he leaves, his scientific expedition in February next year will be hopeless.

Lin Gao nodded and said softly, “You don’t have to worry.The lecture of the school of Lang Yehongyun and I are friends.Take this letter to the library.The mountain chiefs and narrators of the Worship College are all Confucians who have learned and have high integrity.Don't worry about school."

Jia Huan was relieved in his heart and took the recommendation, "Mr. Xie."

Lin Gaohe said, “You are talented and smart, go to the college, don’t be proud of your talent higher than your classmates.”Read carefully, strive to get into the name of the exam early, and relieve your current difficulties.

Readers pay attention to: virtue, merit, and speech.This is three immortals.The teacher wants you to work towards that goal.”

Jia Huan solemnly saluted Lin Gao and saluted, "Students remember!"

Lide, meritorious, and stand-up are the "three immortals" advocated by Confucianism, which was put forward by the uncle and leopard of the Spring and Autumn Luguo.The human life is limited and will eventually die, but there are three things that remain immortal in the world: virtue, merit, and speech.

Napoleon, the great bourgeois revolutionary and military, once said that when he dies, he will occupy no more than a quarter of a page in the history books, but his Napoleonic Code will last forever.This is true.That's the word!

Jia Huan did not have such a noble sentiment, but when he decided, he still had some touch!

Mr. Lin is a Confucian.Genuinely Confucian.Different from Jia Zheng's false Taoism, it is not the rottenness of Jia Baoyu's mouth.The Confucian, set up his heart for the heavens and the earth, set his life for the people, for the holy follow-up, for the peace of the world!

But the world is inconstant, and the human power is poor.Da is also a good one, and the poor are alone.

Lin Gao and satisfied must smile, “Let’s take class.”Read the prodigy poetry as I go.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Heavenly son, teach El Cao.

All things are inferior, only the reading is high.”

"Full of Zhu Zigui, all of them are readers."

"Study hard work, fluorescence thousands of books."

Three winters are enough, who laughs at the emptiness of the belly."

“As for Tian Shero, twilight ascend to the Son of Heaven.

It will be nothing, and the man will be strong.

The knowledge is the treasure of the body, and the Confucian is the treasure.

As the prime minister, you must use the reader.

Modao is wrong, and poetry is not a person.”

Lang Lang's reading sounded over and over again in the school.The people of Lin said a word, Jia Huan and Jia Qian read a word.

Lin people want to return home, and they do not plan to enter the examination room again.Decades ago, he was also under the supervision of his teachers, carrying prodigy poems, inspiring himself and thinking about his gold list title.Decades of dreams, now only pinned on the disciples.

In the heart of the forest, the mood is flying!There are tears of long-winded feelings.

Jia Huan read the childish poetry loudly, the feelings of his heart were stirring, and he remembered the third year of high school.The cold students of that year were admitted to key universities.The cold window has been hard-read for ten years, and it has been known all over the world.

He does not seek to be in the world, nor is he known in the world.What he wants is to be able to live like modern society, not as a slave, to control his own destiny, and to respect.

He did not think he was a Confucian disciple.The idea of modern society is to be a legalist and a soldier.

The name is the knock on the door, the name is the amulet.He needed fame to break the rotten-decretharded Jiajia’s restrictions on him.

He does not have the sentiment of “doing the world” like Confucianism.The game is natural, the survival of the fittest.As the International Song says, there has never been a savior.

Everyone’s life is earned by themselves!Choose your own life.

He is not a Confucian disciple, but he admires Confucianism.

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The last lesson ends with the recitation of the prodigy.Jia Huan and Jia Qi sent Lin Gao and took luggage to the residence, and then sent them to the outer study, and Jia Zheng and a group of clean-up guests came to send.

Jia Huan followed the crowd to the door of the corner, the eyes slightly red, the nose sour.Jia Zheng did not come to send.When the simple chill of Lin Qi and the people are finished, they will only walk away with a single shadow on their backs.

Jia Huan saluted and shouted loudly: “Mr. Good luck!”Lin Qiren taught him the knowledge of the four books and was a good teacher.

Although Lin people left him a mailing address: Da Zhou Fujian announced the political and provincial affairs department Yanping Province Yongan County.However, under such traffic conditions in ancient times, I really do not know whether there is a day to see you again in this life!When you listen to the reminder!

Lin people turned back, smiled, and Anbu was in the car, disappearing at the end of Jiafu Street.It is the noon of the winter day, Yongji 8 years in early November.