The elder was very happy to hear that Jia Zhu brought his wife and children to visit him.
Jia Zhu brought his wife and children to the ceremony. After sitting down, he chatted with the elder about household matters and told some interesting stories about Beijing from time to time. The atmosphere was harmonious and pleasant.
Li Wan was a little surprised by her husband's current state. It seemed that he had never seen Jia Zhu chatting and laughing with others in the house before?
I heard that the second husband is very old-fashioned. Every time he talks to his husband, he either reprimands or warns him. It is almost impossible to have a chance to speak normally.
The old lady was extremely biased, and invested almost all the resources she had in her hands and the resources she could influence into her brother-in-law Baoyu, making the lineage of the eldest son of the second wife almost invisible.
This is nothing at all. Anyway, the resources will end up in the hands of the second room, so who should we give them to?
But when Jia Lan grew up, her husband Jia Zhu's thoughts changed a little. Apparently he wanted to fight for his son Jia Lan, but there was no way.
Not only does the old lady treat her brother-in-law Baoyu like an eyeball, but also the second master and second wife. Her husband Jia Zhu is also a serious scholar. How can he fight for resources blatantly?
Therefore, my husband has always been quiet in the house and rarely shows a sincere smile.
But he didn't expect that a husband like this would be able to talk and laugh with ease, which made Li Wan feel like tears filled his eyes.
Jia Lan curiously looked at the decoration of the main hall of the east courtyard. The magnificent furnishings in the room almost dazzled his little eyes.
Both his father, Jia Zhu, and his mother, Li Wan, were literati. The furnishings in their home were elegant, but unfortunately they were too elegant. They did not have a certain cultural foundation, or were influenced by the cultural atmosphere and could not see the truth at all.
Especially in places like Rongguo Mansion, the servants have "a heart of wealth and two respectable eyes." They only look at people for their superficial appearance, and they don't care about any cultural heritage.
For this reason, although Jia Zhu is the eldest son of the second wife, his reputation in the palace is average. If it weren't for Mrs. Wang's powerful methods, all kinds of unpleasant rumors would have spread widely.
Growing up in such an environment, Jia Lan didn't have much ability to distinguish between good and bad, so he was naturally affected by it. Seeing the splendor of the main hall of the east courtyard, he naturally developed a good impression.
When the eldest master recruited Yingchun and Jia Cong, Jia Lan felt more comfortable with companions of the same age.
What surprised him was that Jia Cong, who was only one year older than him, had already begun to study the content of the Four Books, while he was still learning the basic knowledge.
"Cousin, how can you learn so quickly?"
At a young age, Jia Lan was influenced by his parents to know the importance of reading. He also knew that his future future depended on reading, so he studied knowledge seriously since he was a child.
It's just that the overall atmosphere of Rong Mansion is too impetuous and not a good place to study at all. In addition, Li Wan's knowledge is average and his level of ethnography is deteriorating. His study progress is still very fast, compared to Jia Cong's.
But it's far from it.
"Hey, I'm still slow. My sister has already finished reading the Four Books and Five Classics and is currently learning other miscellaneous subjects!"
Jia Cong looked proud and said proudly: "I won't be too slow. I will definitely not let my sister be more beautiful than me!"
"Cousin, can you tell me how you and sister Yingchun learned?"
Jia Lan's little eyes were full of admiration, and he asked curiously: "How come you learn so fast? I feel like the content of the elementary school is a bit difficult!"
"Isn't this what you learned later?"
Waving his little hands, Jia Cong was a little confused. He stared at Jia Lan for a few times and said with a smile: "When I was in Suzhou, many guys about my age were no worse than me in reading. I heard what they were."
Everyone is very proud of their scholarly family background!"
Jia Lan naturally didn't understand any of this, but was just curious to hear Jia Cong bragging about his "great achievements".
Raising his fist, Jia Cong made a crackling sound. He chuckled and said, "Those boys still look down on others. They couldn't suppress me in terms of writing and wanted to bully the younger ones. As a result, I beat them until I cried.
Mom is so embarrassed!"
"Cousin, you are so awesome!"
Jia Lan's eyes were filled with stars, and he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Could it be that my cousin has practiced martial arts?"
"It's natural!"
Jia Cong raised his little head and said arrogantly: "My father is a famous master. As a son, I can't be too bad. I started practicing martial arts after I was three years old!"
"I heard that practicing martial arts is very hard, and it's not popular among literati?"
Frowning his little brows, Jia Lan said with some distress: "I have to spend time studying every day. I don't have time to practice martial arts, and I can't endure that kind of hardship!"
"Hey, who said practicing martial arts is hard?"
Waving his little hand, Jia Cong said indifferently: "That's the nonsense of people who haven't practiced well. As long as you really get into it, practicing martial arts is not only not a chore, but also quite interesting!"
"Why is it interesting?"
"Isn't it interesting to be able to feel your emotions become stronger and your body to become relaxed and comfortable?"
With that said, as if to show his new friends the benefits of martial arts training, Jia Cong took Jia Lan to the yard, found a green brick from the corner to cover the flower bed, and smashed it hard with his small fist.
Jia Lan'a exclaimed, his eyes wide open with a look of disbelief on his face, and when he saw the solid blue brick, cracks appeared all of a sudden.
Subconsciously, he touched the cold blue brick with his little hand. Feeling the solidity of the green brick, he said with admiration and joy on his face: "Cousin, you are so awesome. Can you teach me this method?"
"Hehe, just so so!"
Jia Cong first smiled proudly, but then he smiled bitterly and said: "It's just that I haven't mastered Kung Fu yet, so I can't teach you to become stronger. Go and ask Sister Yingchun to teach you, she is amazing!"
"Is Sister Yingchun great?"
Jia Lan shook his little head, but he didn't believe it; "Is it possible to crack a brick with just one punch?"
"Of course it doesn't have to be like this!"
Seeing that his new friend questioned his sister's strength, Jia Cong was unhappy and said, "If my sister takes action, one punch can break the bricks into pieces!"
Jia Lan's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "So powerful?"
"That's how awesome it is!"
Jia Cong nodded solemnly and said with a smile: "Even the ordinary guards around my father are no match for my sister. Come on, I will take you to see the good things!"
As he talked, Jia Cong seemed to have thought of something fun. He waved his little hand with excitement on his face, and took Jia Lan to the small martial arts training ground next to the garden to start playing.
The actions of the two young boys and the conversation just now reached the ears of Li Wan and Yingchun who were watching from a short distance away.
It's nothing like welcoming the Spring Festival, just showing a funny look. My younger brother Jia Cong showed off his skills in front of new friends again. He is really a giving boy.
But Li Wan was completely different. He picked up the two boys and threw them on the ground. He turned back to look at Yingchun and asked curiously, "Sister Yingchun, are what Brother Cong just said true?"
"it is true!"
Seeing the look on his cousin Li Wan's face, the ten-year-old Yingchun naturally knew what was going on and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, don't listen to brother Cong's bragging. The literary style in Jiangnan is at its peak. There are many talented prodigies in scholarly families and academies.
His literary reputation at such a young age shows how extraordinary he is!"
At this point, she chuckled and explained: "Although my father hired a famous gentleman from Jiangnan to teach me and Congdi, we still have to focus on other things, which is no better than those child prodigies who specialize in Confucian classics.
Shao, there is nothing we can do about this!"
Seeing Li Wan nodding in approval, she continued to smile and said, "Of course Brother Cong can't compete with them. Every time we get together, we rarely fight. Those prodigies have really average bodies. Every time they are beaten by Brother Cong."
After the beating, I cried loudly, and naturally I didn’t dare to continue to outdo Congdi in terms of literary talent later on!”
Li Wan was also a little bit dumbfounded, and he had a clear understanding of Jia Cong's domineering temperament. If he got into a fight with Bao Yu in the mansion, he might be in trouble.
However, the education she received did not allow her to go beyond the rules, so she naturally kept it in her heart without an outlet. She changed the subject and asked with a smile: "Is it true that my sister really has a good body but no intention of doing so?"
As he spoke, he raised the brick in his hand and looked carefully at the fair-skinned, beautiful and plump Yingchun. He couldn't tell that this sister was an accomplished martial artist.
"This is my father's request. I have been practicing martial arts since I was four years old!"
Yingchun nodded without denying it, took the cracked solid green brick in Li Wan's hand, patted it down with a light palm, and the cracked green brick immediately turned into a pile of broken pieces and fell to the ground.
Seeing such a shocking scene in Li Wan's eyes, she was so shocked that she opened her mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.
"My sister is indeed very capable!"
Li Wan had a dull look on his face and subconsciously said, "It's just that in our daughter's family, it's useless to practice martial arts well. It will also attract criticism!"
This was the mainstream thought of women in the feudal era, and Li Wan was obviously deeply influenced by it.
"Who said it's useless?"
Yingchun retorted: "When I was in Jiangsu Province, my father took me to see some families that suddenly declined. I was shocked to see the miserable condition of those women. Once they lose the protection of their families, it will be difficult for them to even survive, let alone those who still have the protection."
Coveted by those who care deeply!"
Having said this, he shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of the bad memories in his mind, and said loudly: "But if they have the ability to protect themselves, even if their lives are more difficult, they can at least survive and not be in trouble.
You can’t even protect your own flesh and blood!”
Seeing Li Wan's dumbfounded look, she smiled and didn't take it seriously. She had seen many people like her sister-in-law in Jiangsu Province, but as her father said, it is better to rely on heaven and earth than to rely on yourself. In difficult times, you still have to have the ability.
Only then, otherwise once the backer falls, the consequences will be very bad.
Not to mention that Li Wan was confused by Yingchun Dafan's ideas and didn't know what to say for a moment. Jia Zhu in the main room also felt that his ideas were shattered. He was so embarrassed by the ideas put forward by the elder.
It is an incredible feeling that all three views have been destroyed.
"Uncle, are you really going to do this? I'm afraid the old lady won't agree!"
Jia Zhu carefully reminded: "Even my father probably wouldn't agree to it!"