When She Yue brought Lao Junmei up, she saw that several of the younger masters of Rongguo Mansion, except for Second Master Lian, were almost there.
Just when I thought it was rare, I heard Baoyu's hearty laughter coming from the door of the courtyard outside: "Brother Feng, I'm afraid this is your first official visit to our Yihong Courtyard, isn't it? Pengpi Shenghui, please come over here quickly! Brother Huan
, Brother Lan, Brother Cong, why don’t you come out to greet us?”
Jia Huan, Jia Lan, and Jia Cong cheered when they heard the voice, and they all stood up and hurriedly trotted out to welcome him out.
As expected, Feng Ziying met Baoyu as soon as she reached Qinfang Pavilion, and the two of them came here together.
Baoyu also saw that Feng Ziying had not arrived, so he wanted to look for her along the road.
It’s already past midnight, and it’s already getting dark. I’ll have to light a lantern to pick up people in a while.
Fortunately, Feng Ziying arrived in time and did not let Baoyu escape.
Feng Ziying was a little surprised when she saw Jia Huan, Jia Lan and a young man she didn't recognize. Of course, Jia Huan and Jia Lan were nothing, but this young man seemed a little younger than Jia Lan. Whose family is this?
Erlang?
Baoyu also noticed Feng Ziying's attention at a glance, and quickly introduced: "Brother Feng doesn't know Brother Cong, right? The uncle's family is more than ten years younger than Brother Lian, and half a year younger than Brother Lan.
…”
"Oh, She Shibo's youngest son." Feng Ziying laughed. This Jia Cong was not deeply impressed in the book "Dream of Red Mansions", but he was Jia She's concubine. He should be about the same age as Jia Lan, but "Dream of Red Mansions"
There is not much description of him in the book, and there is no special story.
"Jia Cong has met Brother Feng, and my father specifically told me that the Jia and Feng families are family friends, and Brother Feng is an outstanding representative among the martial arts disciples in Beijing. You are the well-deserved leader among the younger generation, and you want me to follow you."
Second Brother Bao and Third Brother Huan will ask for more help from Brother Feng, and the harvest will definitely be huge in the future..."
Feng Ziying didn't expect that Jia Cong, even though he was young, could still speak like this. If it was really taught by Jia She, it would be fine if he knew it by heart, but if he could make such a speech on the spot, it would not be simple.
.
Compared to Jia Lan, who was a bit calm like a young adult, this Jia Cong was obviously more active, but unlike Jia Huan's radical and sharp personality, he was more relaxed and smart.
"Okay, don't imitate Brother Huan and Brother Lan to flatter me. I'm not that powerful. In the future, Brother Huan, Brother Lan and you may be much better than me." Feng Ziying said.
Waving his hand, "Baoyu, let's go. I'm hungry. I drank a lot at noon. Let's have some fun in the evening."
"Hey, Brother Feng, how can that be done? Noon is the wish of the two masters, and tonight is the wish of Brother Bao and us. Brother Bao has prepared a jar of Shaoxing rice wine. The taste is pure but not spicy. You are sure
no problem,……"
Jia Huan interrupted before Baoyu could speak.
"Yes, Brother Feng, the two generations of our Jia family have a special relationship with you today. You are going back to Yongping tomorrow and the day after, so we just take this opportunity to get together. If we can't have fun, wouldn't we?
Is it regrettable?”
Baoyu also answered, "It's not easy to see a scene like this today, and it's on our own Yihongyuan territory. How can we still have a good drink?"
“And now that you have accepted Jia Lan as your disciple, Jia Lan will definitely give you a good toast, and I will also toast you three cups on behalf of my sister-in-law...”
The banquet started with an offensive and defensive battle between each other. Feng Ziying naturally wanted to avoid being besieged as much as possible, but Jia Baoyu and the others rarely had such an opportunity, so of course they would not let it go.
"Brother Feng, I have always praised you highly, saying that you are a role model for us Jia family children to learn from, and told me to learn from you, not only to learn how to read, but also to learn how you conduct yourself...
…”
Looking at Jia Cong standing next to her and toasting, Feng Ziying felt more and more that this little guy was not simple.
I originally thought that the Jia family didn't have many talents, Jia Lian was just a middle-aged man, Baoyu "had no interest in worldly affairs", Jia Huan was good at studying, but his temper was a bit extreme, Jia Lan was calm, but nothing else could be seen, and now suddenly
This Jia Cong appears, he is quite clever, but being at such an age may not necessarily be a good thing, but at least he has something to look at.
Among the second and third generations of Rongguo Mansion, except for Jia Lian, there are only a few of them. But it is really hard to say who can shoulder the heavy responsibility of Rongguo Mansion. And if the building is really about to collapse, I am afraid it won’t be just one of them.
Only people can turn the tide and reverse the general trend.
"Brother Cong, you drank this glass of wine for me. You don't have to say these compliments. The relationship between Jia and Feng's family is here. As the elder brother, I hope Baoyu, Brother Huan and you, as well as Brother Lang
We can all make a difference, Rongguo Mansion has experienced Mu Tianen. Maybe you will take different paths in the future, but all rivers return to the sea, and different paths lead to the same destination. You shoulder the future of the Jia family, so keep your heart and work together as one. This is
The foundation of a family's prosperity..."
Feng Ziying casually talked about some nutritious chicken soup, but when he heard it in the ears of several people, including Xi Ren, She Yue, Qixi, and Zi Xiao, who were waiting on the side, they all felt dazzled by what they heard.
Xiao Feng Xiuzhuan, who is well-known in the capital, is indeed extraordinary.
"Brother Huan went to Qingtan Academy and will participate in the Autumn Festival Competition the year after next. You can ask Brother Huan. Qingtan Academy gathers elite scholars from the north and south of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but no one dares to be lazy. You and Brother Lan
If your son is determined to study, he must work harder and build a good foundation first..."
The words of encouragement also made Jia Lan and Jia Cong's heart surge, especially when he thought that Jia Huan could now study at the same school as the young scholars from the north and south of the Zhou Dynasty, the envy was beyond words, but Jia Huan's family was
Being born into a real scholar is something you can't envy. If you want to enter Qingtan Academy, the minimum standard for being a scholar is still a difficult challenge for Jia Lan and Jia Cong.
“Brother Feng, don’t worry, we must keep your teachings in mind and never let down your expectations...”
Why do these words sound so familiar? Feng Ziying murmured in her heart. It felt like she was encouraging her subordinates in her previous life. People seemed to respond in this way, with respect and sincerity. But these were all superficial phenomena. Who knows what she was thinking in her heart?
?
However, looking at Jialan Jia Cong's age, this Jia Cong may still be a little clever, but when it comes to Chengfu, I'm afraid he is still not up to that level of performance.
The topic gradually shifted to Feng Ziying’s story in Qian’an City and Zhenzi Town.
For young people such as Baoyu, Jia Huan and Jialan Jiacong who have never seen much of the world, Feng Ziying's experience can definitely be regarded as a cool heroic legend for them.
Surrounded by tens of thousands of ferocious Mongolian soldiers, it can be broken overnight. Faced with the catastrophe of tens of thousands of ordinary people being slaughtered, the only way forward is for the people led by Feng Ziying to strategize and win in one day, without fear in the face of danger.
Fight hard to kill the enemy...
Seeing that several people were so interested, Feng Ziying naturally did not hesitate to show off half-truths and half-deceptions in the drunkenness. In fact, it was not showing off, that is, some storylines were slightly modified, either by grafting others on, or by replacing the truth with others.
It's not a bad thing to step in and consolidate and deepen the tall image in the minds of these guys.
Feng Ziying's eloquence is not bad. In addition, she has experienced what she has seen and heard with her own eyes and ears. She can pick out a few details at will and process them, and then she can interpret a magnificent poem that is both evocative and touching. It will make several people listen to it.
My blood is boiling, sometimes I feel sad, sometimes my heart is full of excitement, and sometimes I feel sad and regretful.
Especially when talking about a few fire rifle soldiers who faced the Mongolian soldiers ascending the city. Even without close combat weapons, they still fought with their lives without fear, buying time for their comrades behind to form a formation to counterattack, and finally drove the enemy off the city.
None of them survived the story, which made several young men burst into tears, clenched their fists, and choked.
What Feng Ziying narrates is not fiction, but some plots have been slightly blended and improved to make the atmosphere more intense and exciting.
“This is what a man should do!” Jia Huan couldn’t help stroking his palms and sighing, “It’s a pity that we don’t have the strength to tie a chicken and can’t go into battle to kill the enemy...”
"Brother Huan, that's not what you're saying. The only way to serve the country is to go into battle and kill the enemy in person. As a farmer and merchant, you pay taxes and serve in the military. Every piece of grain and every copper coin can be used as a powerful force for the court to fight against foreign enemies. Weapons, as scholars and officials, every policy decision we make may affect the morale of the people. If the warehouses are sufficient and people know the etiquette, the people are rich, and the court is clear, then our border morale will naturally be stable, weapons and food will be more abundant, and we will naturally be at odds with foreign enemies. It will be more advantageous to fight..."
Feng Ziying stared at the four people with bright eyes, "So studying to be an official, writing books and writing, doing business and farming, weaving and smelting iron, in my opinion, there is not much high or low, as long as you have the heart to serve the country and the heart to forge ahead. I mean, if you keep moving forward, you can accumulate steps to reach thousands of miles, and accumulate small streams to become rivers and seas. I hope that no matter what step you take in the future, the four of you will never forget your original intention..."
His words were profound and meaningful, sonorous and powerful, and spoke directly from the heart, clearly revealing his expectations for these people. Baoyu and others were also excited and wanted to stand up and prostrate themselves.
Baoyu, in particular, heard Feng Ziying specifically mention writing a book. He felt that this was obviously a way to encourage him. Thinking of his previous narrow-mindedness, he even felt that Brother Feng had a world-wide mind, unlike himself, who was so arrogant... …
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Jia Huan was doing better, but Jia Lan and Jia Cong were both listening to Feng Ziying's teachings seriously for the first time, and they were both touched by these words. In addition to being emotionally agitated, they also had a feeling for this mentor (brother). I have an inexplicable admiration and admiration, and I just feel that if I can be as good as the other person in the future, I am afraid that my life will not be in vain.