Jia Lian went up to the second floor, and Xing'er also brought up the copybook, then set up an inkstone to polish the ink and wait for Jia Lian to write.
Since entering the world of Red Mansions, Jia Lian often practices calligraphy on calligraphy posts whenever he has nothing to do.
In this era without printers, Jia Lian wanted to enter the upper echelons of officialdom, but without a decent handwriting, he really couldn't meet anyone.
Culture was respected in ancient times, and even the traitorous officials Qin Hui, Yan Song, and Cai Jing were all great calligraphers. By the time Jia Lian's previous life came, almost everyone could write like a dog.
In his previous life, Jia Lian only knew the input method. He would forget to write as soon as he picked up the pen, and his pen would be twisted in all directions.
Although he can use the calligraphy foundation of the original owner Jia Lian due to muscle memory, it is a pity that the original owner Jia Lian himself does not like reading and writing. His little calligraphy foundation is only the boy's skill he practiced when he entered school, and he can write a few strokes.
Ugly regular script, nothing more.
This level of calligraphy is enough for keeping accounts at home, but if you want to get involved in officialdom? That's a joke.
Fortunately, Jia Lian has been practicing calligraphy continuously, especially in Heshan Academy, where he received step-by-step guidance from several famous calligraphers. Jia Lian's handwriting can now be considered very passable.
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Xing'er is someone who always adds drama to himself when he has nothing to do. He was sharpening his ink at the moment and said to Qingwen with his eyes closed:
"Now it's your turn to serve Second Master's pen and ink. It would be better for you to sit still like a young lady. Second Master's love for you will be in vain."
This is going to catch up with the usual, and it is probably another quarrel. But at this time, Qingwen is holding her head in her hands, thinking hard about a stitch, how can she bother to talk to Xing'er?
Jia Lian hit Xing'er on the head with the pen in his hand:
"It's up to her to serve the pen and ink. Then it's "irregular" for you to serve the pen and ink now?"
Xing'er quickly smiled:
"The little one treats everything seriously."
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Daiyu held the book in her hand and glanced at Jia Lian secretly, thinking:
It is said that Baoyu is the most protective of his girls, but in fact Baoyu is just indulgent and pampering. The girls in his house are playful and arrogant all day long, and they are so arrogant and domineering that they have no rules. I am afraid that sooner or later it will be those girls who will suffer the consequences. p>
But Brother Lian, ever since this Qingwen girl followed him, although she has a temperament to compete for the top, she has always followed good rules. Now that the girl is addicted to embroidery, Brother Lian has asked her to focus on this.
It’s really good for this girl.
While Daiyu was thinking about it, she heard Miaoyu, who had already played a new game of chess, telling her girl:
"Chuchen, you go over and serve the pen and ink for Second Master Lian.
Let that 'irregular' boy go out, the pickled smell all over him will give you a headache."
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Xing'er was driven downstairs helplessly, and in his heart he greeted Miaoyu's eighteen generations of ancestors ninety-nine and eighty-one times.
Jia Yucun, who had a fawning look on his face, was still losing money at one hundred taels and one hundred taels. When he saw the interest, he hurriedly asked:
"Second Master Lian is still busy with business?"
Before she finished speaking, Dogwood slapped the table hard:
"Brother from the village doesn't want to spend time with me anymore?!"
Jia Yucun quickly apologized and said with a smile:
"How could it be possible? I just had a dry mouth after chasing him all the way. I just wanted to wait for Mr. Lian to drink tea together."
A handful of dice were thrown from Cornel's hand:
"Four fives, open big! Mark it down!"
Jia Yucun obediently wrote another note on the paper beside him.
Cornus rolled her eyes at Xing'er:
"Why don't you bring tea quickly? Remember to bring a big tea bowl. Gambling is very popular here, village elder brother. Drinking tea can't delay your luck." As he spoke, the dice was thrown out again, "Four sixes, big again! Mark it down!" Luck? This is fucking bad luck!
Jia Yucun waved his hand helplessly, holding back his heartache, and took out a thousand taels of silver notes from his arms, forcing a smile on his face:
"Don't remember it this time, it happens to be another thousand taels."
He turned around and looked at Xing'er with a pleading look on his face:
"Second Master has finished his official business, please be sure to call me."
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Xing'er watched Jia Yucun lose money faster than eating melon seeds, and watched him lose money one by one with greed.
At this time, I heard the boatman outside say, "Someone on the shore asked us to stop the boat," so I hurried out to take a look.
Sure enough, there was a man riding a horse next to the trackers on the shore, waving to the boat.
Xing'er has a sharp eye and a good mind. He immediately recognized the person as Lin Ruhai's servant and hurriedly stopped the boat.
The man came over in a small boat on the shore, and after boarding Jia Lian's ship, he said that a letter from Jia's family had been delivered to Yangzhou. Lin Ruhai hurriedly sent people after Jia Lian to deliver it.
The boat continued to move forward, and Xing'er took the letter and went upstairs to present it to Jia Lian.
Jia Lian took the letter in his hand and saw that the signature on the envelope turned out to be Wang Xifeng.
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Different from the previous greeting letter, in this letter, Wang Xifeng asked Jia Lian three times when he would return home.
Because Wang Xifeng couldn't write, she asked Caiming to write this letter, so she couldn't explain clearly. But Jia Lian still clearly felt that something had happened to Wang Xifeng.
After calculating the days, there would still be ten days of talking on the road, so I had to write a brief reply, saying that I would be home soon so that Wang Xifeng would not have to worry about her and could live a stable life.
Jia Lian came downstairs, gave Lin's family a reward, and asked him to take his reply to the inn and mail it.
When he came back, he saw that Jia Yucun was dripping with cold sweat after losing, so he laughed and said:
"You two are having a great time, continue."
Jia Yucun said to Jia Lian with a bitter face:
"Brother Lian, the ancients said, 'Nine out of ten gamblers lose, and losing everything is worse than a pig.' So why don't you stop gambling?"
Jia Lian waved his hand very generously:
"The ancients also said, 'Small gambling makes you happy, but big gambling can kill you.' This is a 'small gamble.' It doesn't matter, just continue to enjoy yourself."
Jia Yucun almost cried:
"A hundred taels apiece, is this still considered a 'small bet'? I've lost more than six thousand taels now."
I don’t know whether it was Jia Yucun’s distressed expression that moved Zhuyu, or whether Zhuyu was tired of playing, but she actually said:
"Then forget it."
Jia Yucun felt as if he had been granted amnesty, and was so grateful that he almost shed tears.
Jia Lian waved to Dogwood:
"Come, let me tell you a story."
Dogwood immediately became excited again, and with a cheer, people rushed over.
"In those days in Gusu, there was a local eunuch named Zhen Shiyin. He was a stern and innocent person with a calm nature. He married a wife and named him a family name. He had a virtuous temperament and a deep understanding of etiquette and justice.
He and his wife were half a century old after two years, and they had no children except for one daughter, whose nickname was Yinglian.
Xiao Yinglian was born with pink makeup, good-humored and lovely, and was the apple of her family's eye. But when she was four years old, she went to see the lanterns during the Lantern Festival, and Xiao Yinglian was abducted by a kidnapper.
Later, the Zhen family suffered a fire, and the whole family was destroyed."
"Ah? It's so pitiful. I don't want to hear it anymore. This kind of story makes people choke."
As soon as he heard that this "young master" didn't want to hear it anymore, Jia Yucun, who was covered in cold sweat, felt like he could just kneel down and kowtow, thanking her for not hearing such a "heart-breaking" story.
Jia Lian snorted:
"Have you heard the story about beating up bad guys?"
"Then I listen! The bad guys must be beaten! Beat them to death!"
Jia Yucun, who was covered in cold sweat, felt his heart go cold.