Outside Mrs. Wang's courtyard, Jia Baoyu pestered Jia Lan and said, "Lan'er, you are really wrong!"
Jia Lan was speechless for a while: "Second uncle, I admit that my method is not a good one, but do you have a better one? How about you go in and talk to your grandparents now?"
It's obvious that you can't protect your servants, so you can't blame me, Jia Lan thought.
Baoyu was suffocated by Jialan's rhetorical question, but after a blink of an eye, he still managed to distinguish: "Qingwen must never go to a dirty and mixed place like that."
"Second uncle, you are being unreasonable. You are deliberately trying to harm sister Qingwen!"
Baoyu was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Nonsense, how could I harm Qingwen?!"
"As you know, Sister Qingwen has no relatives and only one uncle and brother, Duo Hunchong. How can she live without her relatives after she leaves the house? Don't forget, she was bought by her grandma to show her filial piety to our ancestors.
Yes, just for this one thing, where do you want her to live?"
Seeing that Baoyu couldn't explain it, Jia Lan simply made it clear.
Qingwen's status alone is embarrassing enough. She was originally bought by Aunt Lai. Although Aunt Lai was Jia Zheng's wet nurse and had an unusual status in the Jia family, one of her grandsons even got the grace to get out of slavery and work outside.
After becoming the magistrate of the county, the Lai family is still a slave after all. In this way, Qingwen is a slave of slaves.
The Qing Dynasty naturally does not mind this very much, and Baoyu has never cared about it, but once he leaves the house, there is no guarantee that this will not cause some criticism from the surrounding neighbors.
Everyone knows how powerful the three aunts and six wives are.
"How about, Uncle Er, you buy a property and settle Qingwen there, that's okay too."
Jia Lan knew that Baoyu liked Qingwen very much. In the original work, he wrote Baoyu's condolences to her several times after Qingwen's death. It can be seen that Qingwen was no less important than Daiyu in Baoyu's heart.
But Baoyu listened and shook his head: "No, no!"
Jia Lan was surprised, "Second uncle, you are not so broke that you have no money, are you?"
Although the housing prices in this sacred city are not cheap, there are also cheap ones. Speaking of courtyards alone, many people think that courtyards are very tall and elegant. In fact, the architectural layout of courtyards still originated from the Central Plains, because the central axis is symmetrical, with a front hall and a back room, and two rooms on the left and right.
It has high practicality and has been gradually popularized after being recognized by the world.
When Zhu Di built Beijing in the pre-Ming Dynasty, he adopted this symmetrical layout architectural style extensively, so there are many courtyards in Shenjing City.
Unlike later generations where courtyard houses became rare, nowadays there are many courtyard houses in Shenjing, and some of them are cheap.
Like the so-called "one seal", that is, the kind of mini courtyard with a small yard and a slightly cramped space. According to today's price, it only costs more than 200 taels of silver, even if you include the interest of the people, the government's credentials, etc.
The transaction fee is just over 300 taels.
With the small treasury of Baoyu, you won’t be able to get out even a few hundred taels, right?
Baoyu didn't explain, but just shook his head: "If you don't understand, it won't work anyway..."
These words completely confused Jia Lan. Judging from Baoyu's appearance, he seemed to have something unspeakable.
Is he afraid of Jia Zheng or Mrs. Wang? In short, the only two people Jia Lan can think of at once can make Baoyu so hesitant.
"In that case, let's let Sister Qingwen come to my village."
"No!" Baoyu said anxiously, "Anyway, we can't go to such a miserable place!"
This nonsense made Jia Lan a little annoyed: "What the second uncle said makes no sense! My nephew won't make any sense to you. He just said that the green rice and rouge rice that the second uncle eats every day are all different.
Where do the raw materials for Chinese-style pastries and various fine wines come from? Aren’t they all grown by farmers in the fields? If the second uncle insists that these are smelly, what should the second uncle do who eats these things?
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Jia Baoyu was stunned after what he said.
It is true that people say that he is a phoenix egg in a gentle and wealthy country. He is born to enjoy everything and own everything, but he despises everything.
He is philanthropic, but ruthless. In Jia Lan's view, rather than saying that he has a brilliant nature and resists all feudal ethics, it is better to say that he is laissez-faire and chaotic.
Some people say that he has the complete outline and prototype of a clear-cut democratic spirit. Jia Lan wants to laugh when he thinks about it.
Seeing that Baoyu still looked dissatisfied, Jia Lan's eyes changed and he said loudly: "Since the second uncle is not willing, how about leaving it to sister Qingwen to decide?"
After hearing this, Baoyu seemed to notice something and turned around slowly.
Qingwen, whose eyes were stained with tears, but still as beautiful as a begonia, crossed over from the other side of the corridor in a cute way, and her eyes as pure as ice and snow flickered at Baoyu.
Somehow, the eyes that fascinated Baoyu the most in the past now made him want to escape. Faced with Qingwen's unabashed gaze, Baoyu couldn't help but trembled, and his eyes quickly retracted.
"Alas..."
A faint sigh floated in.
Baoyu suddenly felt pain in her heart. Just now she seemed to see something in Qingwen's eyes. It was a color that she had never seen before.
Although there were still tears on Qingwen's face and her eyes were swollen from crying, the fear before Baoyu entered the room was no longer in her eyes, replaced by a kind of calmness.
Baoyu fell silent, and Qingwen didn't even say anything at this time.
But he knew that at this moment, Qingwen was about to leave him, the wrong person...
How could it be me!?
It’s Jialan!
It’s this world!
Jia Baoyu suddenly pulled off the psychic jade hanging around his neck as if he was possessed by a demon, and smashed it to the ground amidst the exclamation of the attacker!
The difference is that before, Baoyu only threw jade in the inner room, and the ground was covered with soft cushions. Now the ground in the courtyard is covered with hard stones. This time, any jade will be broken if it is thrown at it. Therefore, even Qingwen's eyes immediately changed.
Great changes.
However, Baoyu moved quickly under the sudden change, which was beyond everyone's expectation. Only one person in front of him noticed Baoyu's abnormality in advance and also moved.
A white shadow flew across the sky and caught the fallen psychic gem.
After traveling back in time, this was the first time that Jia Lan personally received this psychic jade. However, seeing that it was as big as a sparrow egg, as bright as a bright cloud, as smooth as a crisp, and wrapped in five-color patterns, she felt that it was not an ordinary thing as soon as she took it.<
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But one thing caught Jialan's attention.
This jade looks clear, transparent, warm and pleasant, but in Jia Lan's spiritual consciousness, this jade is like a pearl covered with dust, hazy.
Suddenly I remembered that in the original work, when Baoyu and Sister Feng were bewitched by the magic spell performed by Taoist Master Na Ma and fell into madness, a scabby monk and a lame Taoist came to find them and cured them both with the psychic jade on Baoyu's body.
The monk and Taoist in the middle once said that this psychic jade was originally spiritual, but it was obsessed with sex, sex, and profit, so it was no longer effective.
[I think that the monk only used "sensual, sensual, material and profitable" and other words that ordinary people can understand just to explain to Jia Zheng and others. Now looking at the jade, it seems that he is not fascinated by the sensual and erotic, but rather by someone.
It looks like there is a layer of restrictions.]
Chapter completed!