Under the dim candlelight, Shen Ning finally asked the question she was most concerned about, "Do you think there is anyone wrong with... over there?"
Wrong person?
Xing'er's heart skipped a beat and suddenly felt a chill in his body.
He knew what his wife meant.
But it is precisely because of knowing that I am even more afraid.
"I didn't... didn't see it."
He did observe.
Because the uncle wants to train him in management, he recently went to Jiao University to observe the terrain, people and other things.
According to Uncle Jiao, a qualified steward must be able to manage the household's accounts and be able to mount a horse and kill the enemy. In short, he must help his master deal with all possible risks and even dangers in advance.
The old man just asked him to have a photographic memory.
Xing'er was speechless for a while.
Uncle Jiao himself doesn't have the ability to have a photographic memory.
None of them.
"The viewer looked over to the old man and the old man more, and there was another... who looked like he knew how to do some kung fu. When he heard that we were coming, he came out of the woodshed with an ax and took a look."
"..."
Shen Ning pondered.
There must be people from the imperial court in Taixuan Temple.
There are also other forces secretly recruiting people.
But they were probably bribed after she and Jia Jing went there.
In those years, although the original person lived in another courtyard not far from the Taoist temple, and sent people to the Taoist temple from time to time to deliver clothes, food and medicine, he rarely entered the Taoist temple himself.
But Jia Jing probably knew who among them was, otherwise he wouldn't have discovered anything strange in the study that year and set a fire himself.
"The person you mentioned who knows some kung fu is Taoist Priest Shoujing. He does all the firewood in the Taoist temple, and he also does all the heavy work."
Thinking of the Taoist priest Shou Jing who went out to do odd jobs from time to time and helped others practice Falun Dafa, Shen Ning became less interested and said, "Forget it."
Even if she asked, she couldn't do anything.
Shen Ning sighed inwardly, "Is everyone in the Taoist temple in good health? Is anyone sick? Have you brought all your winter clothes and quilts?"
We are all poor people.
Although Taixuanguan's life was originally miserable, it was not unbearable.
It was the original body and Jia Jing who went there that made things complicated there.
The way the original person has always dealt with it is to help them improve their lives and treat them better, in the hope that one day when something fatal happens, the other party can say less.
In fact, there are indeed no evil people in Taoist temples.
The viewer has some medical skills. When he is busy, he works in the fields. When he is free, he treats the farmers around him. Rich people give him some money, whether it is a few copper coins, a handful of rice or an egg, etc. When he encounters the kind of special poverty Yes, he even wants to give some away.
The Taoist children who were taken in were either street children picked up by Shoujing, or I don't know which family didn't want to raise a child and sent it over in the middle of the night.
There are no more than fifteen people in the entire Taoist temple until now.
The two elders inside are the master of the temple and Shoujing's master. The other three Taoist priests were originally from Taixuanguan. However, life was hard back then and they had to find their own way out by traveling. Eat.
They went back after Jia Jing and his wife went there and the Taoist temple got better.
As for other people who have traveled around the past and cheated money...
Jia Jing didn't say anything, and she couldn't care less.
"Everyone in the Taoist temple is living a good life."
Xing'er breathed a sigh of relief, "When we went there, the two old Taoist priests were still telling stories to the little Taoist boys. They were in good health and could grow vegetables, and they asked me to say hello to my wife. As for winter clothes and quilts, We brought a cart of rice, flour and so on, there will definitely be no shortage of it.”
"Yeah!" Shen Ning nodded, "That's good, you can go down and rest too!"
"Yes!"
Xing'er carefully exited.
Shen Ning looked at the sun outside, but couldn't sleep for a while.
She was already writing the Jia family's recipes, but now...
"Prepare paper and ink!"
Qingzhu is busy getting it done.
Shen Ning picked up the pen and started writing.
Qingzhu thought silently in his heart, 'Beyond the mountains, the buildings outside the mountains, the buildings outside the mountains, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? The warm breeze makes tourists drunk, so don’t mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou. ’
Whose poem is this?
Qingzhu, who had never read the book systematically, couldn't remember it for a moment.
But Shen Ning's pen was still moving, and he soon wrote about Niujia Village in the eastern suburbs of Hangzhou, where two heroes were drinking liquor. One is named Guo Xiaotian and the other is named Yang Tiexin...
She couldn't copy Da Xia Jin's Legend of the Condor Heroes word for word, but she remembered a lot of it.
After all, modern homes have a complete collection of Jin Daxia's works.
As the saying goes, a great chivalrous person serves the country and the people.
Although the world of Red Mansions is not the real world, it is undeniable that the Western world here is also developing.
The Jia family's chiming clocks, pocket watches, full-length mirrors, etc. are evidence of this.
She had never seen a missionary's musket, but Shen Ning was afraid that his musket was better than Dazhao's.
Although Jia Lian is already in the Arsenal Department and she can slowly influence him, she still wants to borrow this book from Jin Daxia to inspire more patriotism among the people.
Those hundred years of suffering were so sad.
Whether it is Shen Ning's modern hometown or her hometown in the world of Red Mansions, they are all in Anhui.
There are 160,000 memorial facilities across the country, including more than 29,000 martyrs' cemeteries, and there are more than 22,000 in Anhui.
When I was a child, the lights at home were not allowed to go out during the New Year and holidays. Grandma said that they were used to guide the souls of heroes who died outside on their way home...
The characters written by Shen Ning were quickly formed one by one, and Qingzhu carefully polished the ink, not daring to disturb him at all.
Time passed little by little, and it wasn't until the sky turned white that she wrote the ninth chapter of "Seven Monsters of Jiangnan".
The wrist didn't seem to be hers anymore.
Shen Ning put down her pen and said, "I'm going to take a nap today and don't want anyone to disturb me."
"Yes!"
Qing Ping, who was on duty, responded quickly.
"Put the manuscript away and don't let others read it."
"Yes!"
Qing Ping put the last piece of paper to dry and said, "Madam, let's soak your feet again!"
The story is good.
During the shift, Qingzhu was reluctant to leave.
Originally, she wanted to scold Qingzhu, but why didn't she persuade her and let her stay up all night like this?
But when she read it, she realized that she couldn't bear to let her wife stop writing.
"Let's do it!"
Shen Ning yawned.
She has been keeping in good health, and it is really not a good habit to suddenly change her routine.
"If you get more hot water, I'll soak my hands too."
She also had to find someone to ghostwrite it.
Find someone with quick hands.
Otherwise, she would have to write it all by herself with a brush...
Just thinking about it made Shen Ning feel that the future was dark.
Qing Ping's movements are very slippery. She has been doing it since she was a maid, so if she does it now, she will be familiar with it.
When Jia Zhen woke up and wanted to go to his mother to find Xu, she heard Qingzhu say that his mother was so sad that she stayed up most of the night and was still catching up on her sleep.
For a moment, his heart felt... hot, sour and soft.
Jia Zhen couldn't bear to disturb him and went directly to the ancestral hall.
"Jane?"
Seeing Jia Zhen, Jia Zheng's heart suddenly cheered up, "Can I go home?"
Mrs. Wang also watched eagerly.
Although they had already eaten the Yikusi sweet rice in the morning, both of them felt that they could still eat another chicken.
"I'm afraid not!"
What?
Jia Zheng became angry all of a sudden, "Tomorrow is August 15th, Zhen'er, our uncle-nephew relationship has lasted so many years, can't you just be accommodating for one day?"
"..." Jia Zhen ignored him and slowly stepped forward to offer incense to her ancestors first.
"It is precisely because of our uncle-nephew relationship that I, Second Uncle Zheng, have been implicated by you."
Implicated?
he?
How is that possible?
Jia Zheng didn't believe it.
Wang was somewhat looking forward to it.
But isn’t Jia Zhen’s job a false position?
There's no need to go to court, so why bother?
"...How did I hurt you?"
Jia Zheng also thought about it, but couldn't think of anything, so he could only ask him.
Of course, when he asked this question, his confidence was slightly lacking.
"I went to see my dad in the temple yesterday."
Jia Zhen looked back at him, "Of course I have to talk to him about family matters. Tell me, my father knows about the things you did. What is his attitude?"
Jia Zheng: "..."
There was some panic on his face involuntarily.
So does Wang.
Although life is very hard now, and although Jia Zheng has always been with her, that was Shen's punishment for her.
Even though she is a woman, Shen is still very generous.
No matter how angry she was, the main person she scolded was Jia Zheng.
But uncle...
Wang knew very well that the old lady hated her even more.
I hate her for bringing down Jia Zheng, and I hate her for bringing down her grandchildren.
Jia Jing usually doesn't stand up, but if he does...
"He...hasn't he become a monk? He has escaped from the world of mortals, so why should he take care of the family?"
Wang's tone was unnatural.
Inexplicably, she just felt that if Jia Jing punished her, she would be even worse than in the ancestral hall.
At least in the ancestral hall, she still had hope of getting out.
"So my second aunt wants my father to become a monk so much?"
Jia Zhen was angry.
Others don't know why his father became a monk, don't they know either?
His father became a monk out of necessity.
Pretending to be a monk is just for others to see.
Although his father stole his only three thousand taels of private money because of this, his life was given to him by his parents. What does a little money count?
"I'm going to disappoint you. My father is still in the observation stage and can only be considered a half-Taoist priest now. And even if he becomes a Taoist priest, he is still my Jia Zhen's father and the first cousin of my second uncle Zheng."
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"Don't... don't listen to her Hu Qin."
Although Jia Zheng was panicked, the awe he had engraved in his bones since he was a child said, "Zhen'er, just tell me how eldest brother is going to punish me?"
If you extend your head, it will be a knife. If you shrink your head, it will be a knife. You can't avoid it no matter what.
In that case, come early!
Tomorrow is August 15th, and Yuanchun is only ten days away from getting married and becoming the Marquis of Xinpinghou.
No matter how much you respect big brother, you will still give him some face, right?
Jia Zheng held out one ten thousandth of hope and waited for Jia Zhen to reveal the punishment.
"Tomorrow we will gather all the men of the clan to worship our ancestors. We will give you forty blows and me twenty blows."
Jia Zheng: "..."
His legs were shaking uncontrollably.
His complexion also changed between red and white, and finally turned pale.
Jia Zheng stood there shaking his legs, opening his mouth slightly and shaking his lips, but he seemed to be speechless and could not make a sound.
The whole clan...
Brother Jing doesn’t want to give him a way to survive at all!
Although I have long wanted to return to Jinling, it was based on matters in Beijing and my hometown didn't know.
But once the whole clan is notified...
His sons all have to watch him get beaten, so no matter how big the world is, how can there be any place for him?
"Uncle Zheng, from now on, you will cultivate yourself at home!"
Jia Zhen didn't sympathize with him at all, "At any rate, you are alive, and Zhu'er and the others are all well, but my eldest uncle and his family..., only Cousin Lan is left."
This punishment, according to his father, cannot be any lighter.
"My father said that when Cousin Lan comes back in the future, whenever she wants, within thirty army sticks, the Jia family will cooperate unconditionally."
Jia Zheng: "..."
His body went limp and he sat down on the ground.
This time he sat down, his breath was flowing, and he was finally able to speak, "Wang~" Jia Zheng turned his head, his eyes red, "Are you satisfied now?"
Wang: "..."
She really wanted to be satisfied with this.
Although Jia Zheng has lost some weight now, he has always taken good care of himself, and dozens of boards can't kill him.
If you raise it, you can always raise it back.
It would be better if they could get out of this ancestral hall by beating Jia Zheng.
"And the second aunt..."
When she looked over, Jia Zhen said ruthlessly: "Since you are Jia's wife, you must bear no less responsibility."
Wang: "..."
Her heart and liver were trembling too.
If she, like Jia Zheng, was beaten in public...
It would be better to die.
"My father said that I will build a small Buddhist hall for you in Lixiangyuan. You don't have to come out no matter what the year is. From now on, you can eat porridge and vegetables there, eat fast, chant Buddha's name, and atone for your sins."
Wang: "..."
Jia Zheng: "..."
The couple didn't know for a moment which punishment was more severe.
"Yuan Chun is getting married."
The Wang family had to fight for themselves.
She eats fast, prays to Buddha, and does it on the first and fifteenth day of every month. Even on special days, she does not eat meat or fish.
But the kind of eating fast and chanting Buddha's name is definitely different from Jia Zhen's porridge and dishes.
Wang's fear is that it is the porridge of wild vegetables that reminds people of bitterness and sweet rice.
And you can’t go out during the New Year and holidays...
That meant that all the affairs of their second wife were no longer under her control.
"You can't do this to me."
As he spoke, Wang's tears fell down like broken beads.
"It is said that she is the father and mother of Mrs. Hou..."
"Everyone in the court knows about my second uncle."
Jia Zhen interrupted her.
Nowadays, who doesn’t know that his second uncle is a fool, used by the Wang family, and looked down upon by the Wang family?
The daughters of the direct branch of the Wang family are all married, otherwise, the things that the second aunt did would be enough to prevent them from getting married.
Even the second brother Lian's daughter-in-law, who used to be a fickle person, has become much calmer in her work recently, for fear that if she does something wrong, someone will catch her pigtails.
This is the person that the old lady, his mother, and second brother Lian all like.
The lives of other Wang family daughters..., Jia Zhen said, must be even more miserable.
"I only confine you to the ancestral hall. If the children of the Jia family follow the same example, it will be a joke in the world."
So, they can't escape?
Wang's legs softened and she sat on the ground.
She and Jia Zheng watched helplessly as Jia Zhen waved her sleeves and walked away, their eyes darkening.
I thought that life today would be unbearable, but I didn’t expect...
Wang covered her face and burst into tears. (End of chapter)