Red Mansion Jia Enhou

In the carriage, Jia Lian, who had just returned from the palace and had no idea what had happened, looked at Jia Zhen in confusion.

As soon as he came back today, his father took him to Ningguo Mansion.

Until now he still doesn't know what happened, he only knows that it was a sect split.

His father never told him why the clan was divided.

Just like that, he was forced into the carriage.

Jia Zhen put his hand on Jia Lian's forehead and started to act pretentiously.

"Brother Lian, there are some things that a child like you should not know!"

Jia Lian's face suddenly darkened.

'child!'

These three words touched Jia Lian's sore spot: You are the child!

Teenagers hate being called children the most, and Jia Lian is no exception even though he is mature.

"Brother Zhen, do you want me to tell you about the embarrassing things you did when you were with me?"

Jia Zhen's expression suddenly tightened.

Can you please not mention it and not hurt each other?

I was young and ignorant back then, but now he has changed and the past should not be mentioned.

"It's my brother's fault!"

Jia Zhen immediately knew what was happening and bent down to apologize to Jia Lian.

Jia Lian moved his eyes away from Jia Zhen and snorted coldly.

"Brother Zhen, you really deserve my love for you. How long have you been an official? And yet you look down on me and treat me like a child?"

"I'm a kid, are the brothers in the gang the same?"

Hearing Jia Lian's slightly angry voice, Jia Zhen knew that this matter would not be easily resolved.

He has to show some sincerity before he can let him go.

Otherwise, it would be bad to be expelled from the gang, after all, that gang belongs to the Prince's group.

Jia Lian was the man who acted as a matchmaker among all the playboys in the capital.

And the leader of this gang is none other than the current young prince.

The gathering was so big that all the playboys in the capital who were at odds with each other gathered together.

The target is the young prince who is the leader of the gang. The current young prince is somewhat different from the Prince Yi Zhong back then.

Prince Yizhong back then had brothers who were very similar to him.

As the princelings of Prince Yizhong, they might have to think about it and wait and see which way the wind is blowing.

But the little prince now does not need to do that. To use a modern term, this little prince has already been admitted.

He was the only one admitted and the only one who applied for the exam.

In addition, the emperor and the empress had a deep love for each other. Although the emperor did not often go in and out of the harem, he met with the empress quite a few times every month.

Compared with some concubines whom she never even sees in person, this queen is simply too favored.

Not to mention the young prince's grandfather, Marquis of Gongyang, who has followed the emperor from his palace until he ascended the throne, and has always been the emperor's right-hand man.

It's just a pity that he passed away after the emperor had completely ascended the throne.

But it would be a good idea for him to go. If he didn't go, the emperor would start to be wary of the prince.

Anyone who has ascended to the throne, no matter how good a person he was before, once he has been on the throne for a while, the first thing he thinks about is how to keep his position.

So this little prince can be said to have gathered the right time, place and people.

Even if the emperor was dissatisfied with him, he had to endure it. This was his only hope.

Jia Zhen, who knew what was important, immediately clasped his fists and humbled himself to Jia Lian.

"Brother Lian, what you said is ridiculous. Even if I become a high-ranking official, I will never look down on you!"

Jia Lian snorted again.

"Then why does Brother Zhen look down on me and call me a child?"

"This"

There's no way around it.

Jia Zhen gave Jia Lian an awkward smile.

"Brother, don't argue with me. I don't look down on you."

"I just thought that since you are young and have to study, if you fall behind in your studies, how bad would that be?"

Jia Lian glanced at Jia Zhen.

"Really?"

"Really, brother, don't argue with your elder brother."

Jia Zhen smiled flatteringly at Jia Lian. Jia Lian kept staring at Jia Zhen. After confirming that it was true, Jia Lian withdrew his eyes.

Jia Zhen relaxed and took a deep breath.

This kid is so hard to deal with. If you are not a child, then who is the child?

The most annoying thing is children pretending to be adults.

Thinking of this, Jia Zhen couldn't help but miss his son Jia Rong at home.

Jia Rong is now being taken care of by Jia Jing personally. Not only does he look and behave more and more like Jia Jing, but he has also learned the same tone of voice.

Whenever the father and son were alone together, he felt like he was facing his father, whose temper was as bad as rock.

Thinking of this, Jia Zhen made a decision in his heart.

Since he couldn't beat the brat in front of him, when he came back from Jinling, he would beat up his own brat Jia Rong first, and make him look more and more like his father.

Learning everything will only harm you.
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Shenjing,

Jia Rong, who was far away in the capital, sneezed in the school of Rongguo Mansion, which attracted the attention of the teacher in the school.

"Jia Rong!"

In the back row, Jia Rong, who had not done his homework well last night and was memorizing everything by rote, was called up by the teacher.

Jia Rong stood up from his seat and bowed to the teacher.

The teacher in the school nodded slightly.

"Last night, I assigned you students an assignment to memorize the Political Chapter of the Analects. Have you finished memorizing it?"

Jia Rong, who was randomly checked, was almost crying.

Jia Rong stood up and began to stumble with his back.

"The Master said: 'Govern the people with laws and regulate them with punishments. If you punish them, the people will escape punishment but will have no shame.'"

"Lead them with virtue. Unify them with propriety, so that they will have a sense of shame and standards."

Jia Rong stumbled and could not recite any more after reciting three sentences. He could only stretch out his hand timidly and admit that he had not finished reciting the homework assigned by the teacher last night.

The Master's face darkened, and a hint of anger appeared on his face.

"Your great father once praised you a lot in front of me. Is this how you repay your great father?"

Jia Rong lowered his head even lower.

"Rong did not finish reciting the homework assigned by the teacher last night. I am willing to accept the teacher's punishment."

"Please don't vent your anger on my grandfather. It is Rong who has brought shame to my grandfather!"

At this time, Jia Rong still had a sense of shame. When the teacher in the school mentioned Jia Jing, he knew that he had brought shame to Jia Jing.

If this happened later, when others said to his face that he brought disgrace upon the old Duke of Ningguo, he would not have any reaction at all.

The master's ruler fell on Jia Rong's little hand, and he hit it ten times in a row. Jia Rong's little hand swelled up like a bun in an instant.

Jia Rong looked at the little hand that was hurt from being beaten, and did not dare to show any fear or tears.

He was afraid that the new teacher in front of him would say something that would bring shame to Jia Jing.

After being punished with the ruler, Jia Rong sat down.

The teacher who had just arrived at the school glanced at the children who were studying there and began to speak.

"You are all children of meritorious families. You may be able to live comfortably without making progress or studying, but you should also know that everything will be useless one day."

"It has been more than a hundred years since the founding of the Great Chu."

"You have the support of the Rong and Ning mansions. By your generation, most of them have four or even five generations."

"The grace of a gentleman is cut off after five generations. How much protection can he get from you?"

All the students lowered their heads at the words of the teacher.

The teacher's eyes fell on Jia Rong again.

"You may be different from them, but how strong can you be?"

"Your grandfather and your father laid the foundation for you. This title may not be reduced to you. But if you don't work hard, this title will be almost gone when it is passed to your son."

"Will you have the nerve to go down and meet your ancestors of Ningguo Mansion?"

The Master questioned.

Jia Rong lowered his head in shame.

Jia She and Jia Jing strolled into the Jia family school and listened to the teacher's lecture.

Jia She and Jia Jing looked at each other tacitly.

"Where did you find this teacher, Brother Jing? He looks better than the previous one."

In this day and age, studying is precious. People who are truly capable and knowledgeable all work behind closed doors. They would never talk to you about all these big principles and encourage you to make progress.

Jia Jing smiled at Jia She.

"Secret, take another good look at him!"

Jia She was a little stunned. Could this be an acquaintance?
Jia She looked carefully at the new teacher.

When he saw her face clearly, Jia She's body trembled.

How brave!

"acknoledged?"

Jia Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled at Jia She.

Jia She pulled Jia Jing aside, his eyes full of excitement.

"I really admire you, big brother!"

"How did you find Mr. Song?"

Jia Jing had a smug smile on his face.

This is real talent.

If we say that when Qin Ye followed Prince Yi Zhong, he was still strong and healthy.

The teacher in that school can be called a genius.

It's a pity that both of them left later due to certain things, which accelerated Prince Yizhong's rebellion and led to his suicide.

If it were not for this, with the plans of these two people, even if there were twenty princes fighting for the throne, it would be difficult for them to achieve anything great.

Jia She approached Jia Jing mysteriously and asked in a low voice.

Jia Jing glanced at Jia She who was approaching, and reached out and flicked Jia She hard.

Jia She immediately covered his forehead in pain. He just wanted to ask, was it necessary to impeach him?
Jia She looked at Jia Jing with dissatisfaction.

"I just want to ask, why are you hitting me like this?"

Jia Jing glanced at Jia She.

"Do not ask!"

Looking at the mysterious Jia Jing, Jia She became more curious.

The words "don't ask" made Jia She feel anxious.

Not letting him ask is more painful than killing him.

"Brother Jing, just tell me, or I'll go ask Mr. Song."

Jia She put his hands on his hips and looked at Jia Jing threateningly.

He can really do it.

Ask what's wrong. Jia She is not someone who can keep his mouth shut.

Why don't you let him know?

Jia Jing sighed helplessly.

"Brother Xie, I am doing this for your own good."

"Mr. Song's case is very troublesome. I can only tell you that he has never left the territory of Shenjing. He is just hiding from us."

The corners of Jia She's mouth twitched.

If this is true, Mr. Song is really extraordinary.

But why does he feel that this matter is not that simple?
Jia She cast a suspicious look at Jia Jing.

Just tell me if it has anything to do with you!
If he remembered correctly, when Mr. Song followed the prince, he had the best relationship with you, Old Jia.

He disappeared for more than ten years.

You, Jia Jing, have become successful outside, and he has also emerged.

If he was hiding, why would he come to find you and be invited to the Jia family?

Why did Jia She feel that this matter was a bit strange?

Jia She's eyes kept looking at Jia Jing.

Jia Jing was silent, and finally slapped Jia She on the forehead.

"Don't let your imagination run wild, brother."

Jia Jing sighed deeply.

"Do not ask!"

Jia Jing slapped Jia She again.

This was the second time, and Jia She felt a little aggrieved.

Song Shaocong heard the rustling noise outside early in the morning. After arranging a group of schoolchildren, he walked over following the sound.

When he came over, he saw the scene of Jia Jing slapping Jia She twice. After listening to the conversation between the two, Song Shaocong wanted to laugh.

This Jia She really is a stubborn person.

His father sent him back to observe mourning and away from the vortex of power in the capital.

Not long after he came back, he got involved again.

It all started with his curiosity. Once people are curious, they will be entangled by things.

The lesson learned back then was not enough. Not only has his moral character not changed, it appears to be even worse than before.

"Uh-huh!"

Song Shaocong coughed twice not far behind the two of them.

The two men turned around together, one tall and one short, about the same height. Jia Jing's thin figure made Jia She look fat and like a fool.

"Brother Song!"

"Mr. Song!"

Jia She and Jia Jing saluted Song Shaocong at the same time, and Song Shaocong returned the salute.

"Brother Song, are you feeling comfortable in this school?"

Jia Jing asked Song Shaocong about the situation with concern, and Song Shaocong smiled and nodded.

"Everything is fine. Mingzhe would like to thank Brother Jing for his help!"

Song Shaocong saluted again and Jia Jing returned the salute.

"Brother Song, you are too polite. Back then, my brother and I were in the Eastern Palace of Prince Yi Zhong and got along very well."

"Jing has only done a few small things, but I have to thank Brother Song for helping to teach those naughty children in the tribe."

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Compared with Jia Jing's natural getting along with others, Jia She obviously couldn't fit in.

There is no way. Both of them are cultured people. Although Jia She is a time traveler, when it comes to culture, any one of them can beat him.

"My dear friend Enhou, long time no see!"

After exchanging pleasantries with Jia Jing, Song Shaocong turned his gaze to Jia She, clasped his fists and bowed to him with a smile on his face.

Facing a truly talented and capable person, Jia She returned the greeting politely.

"Mr. Song!"

The reserved Jia She was afraid that others would see that he was a half-full person who was just wandering around and would be laughed at.

Song Shaocong smiled faintly at Jia She.

"polite!"

"My dear friend Enhou, you have really made a lot of progress over the years."

"The strategy for managing salt in Huainan really amazes me!"

"I don't know how Lord En came up with this!"

He is coming, he is coming, and he uses his ultimate move right from the start. How can he withstand it?

Jia She gave Song Shaocong an awkward laugh.

"Which one does Mr. Song want to ask?"

"Salting method!"

This really touched upon his sore spot. He could still explain the public-private partnership in state-owned enterprises.

He could also explain that in order to overcome the difficulties and attract investment from outside, it was nothing more than disrupting the market and redistributing the pie that had already been divided.

The only thing he found difficult to explain was the salt-drying method.

If it is said that he improved it, that is absolutely false. Everyone knows that Marquis Jia En is uneducated, yet he still improved the salt-making method. He is pretty good at improving the salt-making method.

Song Shaocong noticed Jia She's embarrassment and continued to speak with a smile as he looked at Jia She.

"The method of drying salt has existed for a long time. I have been to the Wuyue barbarians and other places. Although they know how to dry salt, they cannot make salt as white as this one, which is even better than green salt!"

"Can Enhou explain this?"

Jia She was about to cry when he looked at Song Shaocong in front of him.

Can you ask something else?
"Mr. Song, could you tell me about the salt drying method you saw?"

Jia She paid his respects to Song Shaocong and said, "We should learn the advanced skills from the foreigners in order to defeat them."

There was a flash of surprise in Song Shaocong's eyes.

"Enhou doesn't know?"

Jia She smiled awkwardly. It was not that he didn't know, but he didn't know the detailed process.

You have to listen carefully.

Song Shaocong told Jia She what he had seen, and Jia She felt relieved.

Originally, salt was dried in Wu Yue and other places, and the entire pool was used. How could the salt produced in this way not be bitter?
Jia She couldn't help but laugh.

"Sir, have you ever seen the salt drying in Da Chu?"

Song Shaocong shook his head honestly.

"The Wu and Yue barbarians were rough and unrefined in their work. The reason why salt is bitter and yellow is because it contains bitter brine and other impurities."

"After our Dachu salt drying master discovered this problem, he divided the salt drying pool into two."

"One is an evaporation pond and the other is a crystallization pond."

"The evaporation pond uses the sun to evaporate the water in the sea, leaving behind brine. At this point, many impurities have been removed. Our Master Dachu will lead the brine to a clean pond. After a few times, how can the salt not look white?"

Jia She looked at Song Shaocong with a smile.

At the same time, Jia She felt relieved, and Song Shaocong nodded to Jia She with a smile full of satisfaction in his eyes.

Jia She stood there stupidly.

In fact, he grew up under the watchful eyes of many of Prince Yi Zhong's followers.

Because he was young, he was still a child when others were doing well.

By the time he grew up, Prince Yizhong had already shown signs of decline, and had even been deserted by his friends and relatives without him noticing.

First, Song Shaocong resigned and left, and then Qin Ye resigned from his position in the Eastern Palace due to a quarrel and became a small salesman.

Later, his grandmother passed away. After he returned from Jinling, Jia Daishan did not allow him to be close to Prince Yi Zhong anymore.

Everything happened too fast, giving him a feeling that time was running out for him, that he was born when you were young, and that he was just in his prime when you died.

Now he is a middle-aged man, while Jia Jing and those people from the past are almost entering middle-aged and elderly.

Given the age gap, it’s no wonder that Jia She looked like a fool in the case.

"Enhou has really grown up!"

Song Shaocong looked at Jia She and couldn't help but sigh again.

Jia She just wanted to say in his heart, "Stop it, don't give him any more questions."

He has already racked his brains just now, and if he is asked more questions, Jia She really won’t be able to bear it.

Jia She quickly changed the subject.

"Where did Mr. Song go after he left the East Palace?"

"Prince Yi Zhong has been looking for you for a long time but couldn't find you."

Song Shaocong glanced at Jia Jing, but of course he couldn't find him.

He never imagined that not only did he not leave the capital, but he also lived in the lair of his most trusted confidant.

Stay openly.

"Enhou, don't ask!"

Song Shaocong said the same thing as Jia Jing.

Jia She's mood became bad again and he didn't let him ask.

Excessive!

Jia She continued to ask.

"Why did Mr. Song want to come out now?"

Jia Jing didn't want Jia She to ask.

After all, intellectuals are always thin-skinned, and fame and fortune are taboos!

Even if you rack your brains for this, you still can't really put it on the table.

Song Shaocong waved at Jia Jing.

"There's nothing to hide, brother."

"Today's emperor is honest and upright, and the government is clean and honest. Although I am old, I still have strength to spare."

"If I can do something for the people of my Han Dynasty, I will die without regrets."

This was a nice statement, but Jia She had no doubt about it.

The more capable ministers and generals there are in the court, the better the Great Chu will be.

If there really is no one available, wouldn't that be the end of the dynasty?
This is a good thing!

"So sir, you want to come out again?"

Song Shaocong nodded.

"I really do want to, but..."

He hadn't been out for a long time, and not many people in the whole Chu knew of his name.

Jia She couldn't help but laugh.

"Sir, you were also a Jinshi in your time, why didn't you report directly to the Ministry of Personnel?"

"When the time comes, His Majesty will see you and will naturally remember you."

Song Shaocong glanced at Jia She.

He didn't want to talk about this.

A scholar must have integrity, how can he be so flattering?

Jia She, who understood, looked as if he was about to die, unable to put down his pride.

But it is understandable, after all, he is a great talent.

"Mr. Song, how long do you plan to stay in the Jia family school? After you leave, I will look for teachers for the children in the family school in advance."

"We can't let them interrupt their studies."

What Jia She said makes a lot of sense. One cannot let their studies be interrupted as it is a critical period for enlightenment. If their studies are interrupted and they fall behind in their studies, they will be one step behind others.

Listening to Jia She's words, Jia Jing felt like he was hit in the chest, and Jia Jing quickly slapped Jia She to cover his mouth.

Jia She turned his head to Jia Jing in confusion.

"Enhou, please be polite!"

Jia Jing reminded Jia She.

"Mr. Song is here to help substitute for the class. You can leave whenever you want."

Just substitute teaching?

Jia She looked at Jia Jing in shock.

Why didn’t you tell me earlier? He thought that Song Shaocong was the same as Jia Yucun in the original novel of A Dream of Red Mansions, who came here with the purpose of seeking an official position.

Even though he is a great talent, Jia She is not interested in him.

Now it seems that it was Jia She who misunderstood.

Jia She quickly bowed to Song Shaocong, and Song Shaocong helped Jia She up.

"It's okay, Enhou, it's normal for you to misunderstand."

"If someone who has disappeared for many years suddenly appears, anyone would be hostile."

"This September, at the Qujiang Literary Festival, success or failure depends on it. I will leave."

"If I cannot be an official who seeks profit for the people, I will have no regrets in my life if I go and see the great Chu country again."

Jia She looked at Song Shaocong in front of him and felt that it was right for Prince Yi Zhong to send people to look for him frantically when he resigned.

This is a talented person with a global vision.

"Sir, why bother? I can just recommend you to His Majesty directly."

Jia Jing slapped Jia She again.

If he is willing, why do you need to say this nonsense?

Jia Jing had done it ahead of time.

Jia She, who was interrupted, continued to feel aggrieved.

Song Shaocong stopped Jia Jing from slapping him.

"Lord En doesn't know that I am in a normal state of mind. Brother Jing, please don't fight me anymore."

Speaking of Cao Cao, here comes Cao Cao. Jia She mentioned Jia Yucun before.

Now Jia Yucun came using his real name, Jia Hua. Jia She felt somehow familiar with this name, but he just couldn't remember it.

"Sir, the gentleman who came to apply for the job is here."

"He is a Jinshi in the 20th year of Chenghua, from Zhejiang, named Jia Hua, the same surname as ours."

Jiao Da, who came to find Jia Jing, became a little excited when he mentioned this point.

Jia Jing glanced at Jiao Da, signaling him not to get excited, and then turned his gaze to Song Shaocong.

"Brother Song, are you willing to go with me to examine the knowledge of this interviewee?"

Jia Jing has very high requirements for the academic qualifications of the interviewees.

If he was not a truly talented scholar, Jia Jing would not have hired him at all, which was in stark contrast to Jia Zheng.

When Jia Zheng was selecting his retainers, although he examined their knowledge, he mostly looked at whether they could speak in a way that flattered others.

Song Shaocong nodded, stretched out his arm, and motioned for him to go with him.

Jia Jing led the way in front, and Song Shaocong followed behind.

Jia She, who loves to join in the fun, doesn't care whether he understands or not, he just follows them and falls behind them. (End of this chapter)