Red Mansion Jia Lan: Do you want to run away tonight to visit your relatives? Chapter 48 Dialogue between mother and son in Daoxiang Village Goodbye Daiyu in Xiaoxiang Pavilion
Chapter 48 Dialogue between mother and son in Daoxiang Village Goodbye Daiyu in Xiaoxiang Pavilion
Li Wan was working as a prostitute in the house at this time. Now that he saw the child, he was even more happy. He quickly hugged Jia Lan and greeted her.
Jia Lan asked why he chose Daoxiang Village. Li Wan rolled his eyes at his son and said, "This land is neither vulgar nor gorgeous, neither too rich nor too dull. It is the most suitable place. I will grow some vegetables and fruits here in the future."
In this way, others will not be able to say that we are arrogant and extravagant. It doesn’t matter to me, mother, but you still want to have a good reputation, and this place is in a good location. Our ancestors asked me to help with the garden, so this position is suitable."
Hearing her mother's words, Jia Lan secretly sighed in his heart, this Li Wan is good at everything, but he is never for himself, even more so than Yamato Nadeshiko.
"Even so, it should be slightly modified." Jia Lan said, "It is better to have someone strengthen the roof and make it thicker, otherwise it will be bad if it leaks when it rains."
It's not that Jia Lan doesn't believe in the skills of the ancients, but that he doesn't believe in the quality of the projects in Jia's house. Jia Lan still remembers that even in the craftsman country of later generations, the roof of the thatched house can only last twenty years.
It's better to ask Jiao Da to send some old craftsmen from the village to come and inspect it. This thatched house has been built for a lifetime, and you can tell if there is anything wrong with it at a glance.
The two chatted for a while. Jia Lan mentioned Qingwen's illness and asked Bi Yue to send a bottle of the ointment she made to Qingwen when she was free. Li Wan listened and thought about it unconsciously.
Li Wan's eyes seemed to be filled with bad memories.
When Jia Lan came out of the bath, Li Wan carefully considered his words and asked carefully: "Lan'er, you have fallen in love with Qingwen? You are treating her doctor and promoting her brother. Why do you look at this?
Like...?"
Li Wan didn't say anything further, but Jia Lan understood the implication. She thought she wanted to take Qingwen in, so she laughed and said, "Mom has misunderstood. The child is busy with studies now, how could he have such thoughts?" "Mom, I don't think you mean it this way, but outsiders will inevitably spread some gossip. You must know that within this high-ranking family, everything is right and wrong."
Li Wan was probably frightened by the blow. After all, families like Rong Guofu were rare even in the Great Xia Dynasty. Li Wan's mother's family was from a noble family, so naturally there were not so many favoritism incidents.
"Mother, since ancient times, it has been difficult for upright officials to take care of household chores, let alone a big family like Rongguo Mansion. In my opinion, it would be better for me to visit Aunt Feng for a walk. First, I can observe my aunt's housekeeping skills, and secondly, I can communicate with her.
Auntie is very close to her. After all, Uncle Lian is the official raider of Rongguo Mansion. We still have to go out in the future."
When Li Wan heard this, he realized that what Jia Lan said was indeed reasonable. There was no harm in having a good relationship with Sister Feng, both in public and private matters. In the past, he was just used to living alone as a widow, and Sister Feng was very kind to him in the past.
There are some criticisms. Nowadays, who doesn’t know that the richest person in the house is the ancestor, and the second one is her, Feng Lazi. It’s nothing if she gets closer.
The mother and son chatted for a while, and Suyun came to report that Miss Lin from Xiaoxiang Pavilion had sent someone to invite her. Jialan said goodbye to Li Wan and walked out.
There is a trail to the south of Daoxiang Village leading to Xiaoxiang Pavilion. There is a green fence on the road, and there is an idyllic scenery along the way. Looking at the rice that is growing very averagely, Jia Lan shakes his head repeatedly, thinking in his heart that he might as well try planting it here.
Some medicinal materials, such as Codonopsis pilosula, are more suitable than growing rice.
After thinking about it, I came to Daiyu's Xiaoxiang Pavilion. This is a guesthouse with a Jiangnan style. The entrance is a winding verandah, and the stones under the steps form a corridor.
There are two or three small houses above, one light and two dark. The courtyard is full of green bamboos, phoenix tails are thick, and dragons sing softly.
There is also a clear spring coming from under the backyard wall, going around the steps and edge of the house to the front yard, and circling out from under the bamboo.
When Jia Lan saw Daiyu lying in the warm pavilion reading a book, she smiled and said, "Aunt Lin, now your place is more like my Zhuli Pavilion."
Daiyu frowned and said angrily: "You can use it? But I can't?"
Jia Lan laughed and complimented: "Aunt Lin is not as talented as Mojie in poetry, so of course this name is suitable."
The two chatted for a while, and Daiyu finally couldn't hold it back any longer: "You have a manuscript for your new book, give it to me quickly!"
Jia Lan smiled bitterly, "Auntie, you read very carefully, but you are the only one reading, which makes me feel even more miserable. I lack everything, I lack collections, I lack pursuits..."
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Although she couldn't understand Jia Lan's thoughts, Daiyu still understood that Jia Lan hadn't written yet.
Although she knew in her heart that it was because of his heavy academic workload, Daiyu couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Jia Lan saw Daiyu's look, thought for a while and said, "How about Aunt Lin, I will tell you roughly the story I want, and you can write it for me?"
Daiyu was stunned by Jialan's suggestion: "Are you kidding me? How could this be possible?"
"What's wrong? Auntie, your writing style is exquisite. It's great to write this. There are all kinds of legendary scripts on the market, some slander kings and ministers, or belittle wives and daughters. They are all the same. It's better for my aunt to write it herself.
The previous part, is it a real thing for everyone to watch?
Daiyu frowned: "You are making things difficult for me. Your first book is so good that I can't learn from it."
Jia Lan pouted: "How will you know if you don't try? Auntie, you are good at everything, but you have contracted Uncle Bao's bad habit of being afraid of trouble at every turn. This is not good, it will make you die of boredom."
"Afraid? I'm not afraid!" Daiyu was also an angry person. When her disciple was so aroused, her hair suddenly exploded like a cat, "Come on, tell me and I'll write!"
Jia Lan smiled and said: "If my aunt wants to hear it, I'm willing to say it, but you and I must first agree on three chapters."
Daiyu sneered and said: "Now you have become Henkel, and I am an old man."
"The first thing is that if you want to go to my study to write, be sure to write blindly in your own place. Don't worry about others not knowing. Uncle Bao often comes to see you. If you are caught, it will be a big deal.
Okay."
Daiyu said disdainfully: "What's wrong? I just saw it when I saw it. I just said I wrote it randomly for fun."
Jialan paused and said, "Auntie, you are so confused. It would be fine if an ordinary person could see this thing, but where are you from? It's natural that we know each other's basics, but we are afraid that it will spread to the ears of those who like to make trouble.
If you gossip outside, not only will your aunt's reputation be damaged, but your uncle's reputation will also be damaged. This is not a trivial matter and must be taken into consideration!"
Daiyu didn't take it seriously at first, but after hearing it, she was shocked to realize that she had indeed lost some control. Seeing Jia Lan's advice, her heart warmed, and she said warmly: "If that's the case, then I won't write it."
"No, no, no, it would be worse not to write about it than to write about it." Jia Lan shook his head and talked about the young official who was rewarded to her by Yuan Chun. Daiyu heard that the young official was depressed because he was trapped in the big house in the deep courtyard all day long.
He fainted, said "ah" in shock, and kept asking: "What happened next?"
Jia Lan smiled slightly: "If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the explanation next time."