The Red Mansions

Chapter 37 The Depressed Qin Keqing
Looking at the girl's bright and childish face of Zhang Shaoyan, in terms of age, she looks like she just entered junior high school.

Jia Heng was silent for a while, and asked: "You are in Jia's mansion, how much is the regular silver?"

A look of surprise appeared on Qingwen's bright and beautiful face, and she said, "Master Heng wants to give me a monthly payment?"

Jia Heng picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "You little girl, you still need extra money to cut a dress and add a pair of new shoes on weekdays."

"Master Heng also cares about these things?" Qingwen concentrated her attention, her originally sullen expression relaxed a little, but there was still a bit of sternness in her words.

"Family affairs, state affairs, world affairs, which one does not need to be concerned about?" Jia Heng chuckled lightly and put down the teacup. Although he was a young man, his demeanor of lifting weights lightly was revealed silently in every move.

This kind of fortitude and gentle demeanor can't be soaked in without the military experience in the previous life and reading ancient books in Taoism.

Qingwen pursed her cherry lips, her apricot eyes twinkled, what she said...was a bit difficult to answer, but she could also feel the care in the plain words of the young man opposite her. She originally wanted to say a few words, but for some reason she fell silent. A lot, and said softly: "I just arrived at the old lady's house, and the monthly bill is only half a penny on weekdays. If Uncle Heng gives a monthly bill, it will be as before."

Regarding monthly rules, the original work of "Dream of Red Mansions" also has records. Jia Mu has the highest monthly rate, 20 taels of silver per month, aunt is two taels of silver, the same is true for young ladies, and Mrs. Wang's maid Jin Chuan, a first-class maid, is only one tael silver.

This also proves from the side that although the 30 taels of silver for a volume of manuscripts sold by Jia Heng was not lightly exploited by booksellers, it is not a cheap sale. Well, it is enough to give Jia Mu a month and a half.

"Master Heng, as soon as I arrived at the house, I asked someone to buy a maid. If others knew, they would only think that I was a frivolous person, and I was pawning off my master's money." Face, Xing Mou looked at the face of the boy opposite, and suddenly said.

At this time, the little girl's voice was clear and clear, with ups and downs, and if her attitude was not friendly, she would have been a bit bitter.

Jia Heng thought to herself, you, Qingwen, are quite self-aware.

Just thinking about it like this is fine, it would be unwise to quarrel with this kind of junior high school girl, so she picked up the teacup and said: "It's not all because of you, you heard it just now, wait a while, I want to get married, and there is no one in the family to do some rough work, and I am not very good at it."

Qingwen raised her eyes and glanced at the young man opposite, she was silent for a moment.

"Just now, Aunt Cai told you that what you usually do is serve tea and pour water, and I serve you in front of me. There is no such thing as a big rule. Aunt Cai is also a kind person, and you will know it in the future."

After Jia Heng finished speaking, he put down the teacup and said, "Okay, you should clean up too."

Saying that, he got up and lifted the curtain, and entered the inner wing room.

Qingwen stared at the tea cup with white background and blue pattern on the small table, sipping the words that were still in her ears, unable to express her feelings for a while.

Why did the disappointment and resentment of being sent here seem to have faded?
Jia Heng returned to the study room, picked up the paper, and continued writing the second chapter of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms that he wrote the day before yesterday. Judging from the money he spent just now, he really needs to spend money to maintain a relatively decent life. Pay attention to copying.

"With the quality of this book, it is conceivable that once it is published, not to mention the expensive Chang'an paper, it will quickly gain fame in the capital, and the word fame and fortune has always been with you. It is not just writing other manuscripts, but it will be much easier to negotiate prices. If you make friends with scholars, you can also be looked up to."

This is the real reason why he would rather suffer some losses than choose Hanmozhai. This kind of scheming and thinking is not as dignified as a gentleman, and it is not enough for outsiders to understand.

What's more, this bookstore is very famous in Shenjing. It is said that many Hanyuan poets often go to the book to buy books. Before he became an official in the imperial examination, he wrote the vernacular. To write this kind of romance picture book about the history and innovation of the tripod and the rise and fall of chaos, on the contrary, it can be seen that he has a good understanding of history.

Just as Jia Heng was thinking, he heard movement in the courtyard, but it was the voice of Aunt Cai's husband Li He.

"Brother Heng, are you in the house?"

It was discussed yesterday, and today I will go to the Qin family to hire.

Jia Heng responded, put away the letter of appointment, hid it in his sleeve, and then went out of the wing room, and said to Qing Wen who was handing her clothes, "Qing Wen, when Aunt Cai comes back, tell me that I am going to Qin's house." went."

Aunt Cai was going to buy a maid from Ren Yazi. According to Aunt Cai's careful temperament, if she didn't spend a day, she probably wouldn't be able to do it.

"Hey." Qingwen responded softly, thought for a while, looked at the young man who had walked to the hanging flower wall by the door, and said, "Master, are you still coming back for lunch?"

Jia Heng waved his hand and said, "No, if you are hungry, there are rice noodles and fish in the kitchen, you can make some yourself..."

Suddenly, the young man's back paused, turned around slowly, raised his eyes to look at Qingwen, frowned, and said hesitantly, "You know how to do it?"

Can Qingwen cook?

I think I will, right?

After all, she is romantic and dexterous, but maybe, that may refer to her needlework.

Seeing the young man staring at him, Qingwen replied, "Don't worry, sir, I can cook."

Jia Heng nodded, glanced at Qingwen, and left the gate without saying anything.

Seeing that figure disappear, Qingwen Yurong was startled, and it took a long time to look back, a round of autumn sun passed through the corridor eaves, the sun was sparse and bright, and fell on the girl's slender melon-seeded face under the girl's frowning eyebrows. , the thin lips painted with rose red rouge slightly pursed.

She has lived such a big life, and she has never met such a man. Maybe the gentleman who is often said to be gentle is like this?

Although she has never seen Baoyu in the mansion, she has heard privately that Second Master Bao loves girls in the mansion. However, she heard that Second Master Bao often eats rouge from girls' lips. Like a father like a brother...

If Jiaheng knew that Qingwen missed him so much, he would definitely not know whether to laugh or cry, he just saw Qingwen as a junior high school girl, why did she suddenly become like a father and brother?

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Qin House·Backyard
In the boudoir, Qin Keqing was wearing a light red skirt, with a crested hairpin tied up with green silk into a fairy bun, the golden bow was pinned between the temples, and the silver necklace was hanging down, which seemed a bit graceful and gorgeous.

This beauty with the beauty of Bao Dai is not the traditional willow-leaf eyebrows and melon-seeded face, but a face like a small moon, a beautiful nose and a sandalwood mouth, as bright and moving as a peony stamen, with a national beauty and a heavenly fragrance. At this moment, she is sitting quietly beside a small table , holding a petite and cute orange cat in her arms.

The cat is still young, with a fluffy head, two bright cat eyes rolling around, looking around curiously, this is the kitten that Madam Wu in the Qin Mansion looked for because she was worried that Qin Keqing would be bored.

"Girl, just now I inquired about Uncle Heng again." Baozhu stepped forward and said.

Qin Keqing stroked the soft fur of the orange cat with her slender hands. Hearing this, she lifted up her pale and rosy face with skin that was more than snow, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "What's the matter?"

In the past few days, as more and more information about Jia Heng was collected, Qin Keqing's mood became more and more depressed, and her heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Her wishful husband, not to mention the extravagant hope of becoming a general and being a prime minister, but he can't just be a brave and ruthless one who flatters the high and tramples the low... a blue-skinned rascal.

In the past two days, I was about to talk to my father to see if I could call off this marriage.

Baozhu said softly: "Uncle Heng beat up Uncle Zhen from Jia's East Mansion in Cuihong Tower yesterday. I heard about it from a nanny who delivered food in the East Mansion. It seems that it was because of Miss..."

"Ah?" Qin Keqing paused, opened her mouth slightly, and couldn't help but lose her voice.

"Meow~" The orange cat opened its mouth and let out a cry as soon as it felt the comforting movements on its body stop.

(End of this chapter)