Honglouchun

ten days later.

Lin Ruhai's small study, Shi'an Hall.

After the time of ugliness, Jia Qiang finished memorizing the book, and took the copybooks of "Yan Qinli Stele" and "Duobao Pagoda Stele" to practice calligraphy.

This is his daily homework. Before he came to this world, he was an engineering dog, how could he have the leisure to write calligraphy?

Even though he has the memory of his previous life, but his previous life is a playboy, and his handwriting is not even worth mentioning.

In this era, words are just like a person's face, and there is nothing wrong with it.

In the final imperial examination, if the handwriting is not good, basically there is no hope of being a scholar.

Therefore, Jia Qiang must set aside an hour every day to write big characters frequently.

Butter and wax illuminated the surroundings of the desk brightly. It turned out that the time when there was no electricity, as long as you are familiar with it, it is actually not difficult.

Jia Qiang concentrated on writing each stroke. Writing calligraphy requires talent, but writing does not.

If you want to write neatly and pleasing to the eye, you only need to work hard and practice hard.

Jia Qiang didn't know if she was talented in calligraphy, nor did she ever think about becoming a calligrapher, so she just devoted herself to studying and practicing hard.

In the quiet night, the sound of the pen brushing the paper can be heard.

From time to time, a mosquito flew out of the fine screen window, but it was blown away by the insect repellent aroma, and landed on the edge of the pond. A goldfish jumped out of the water, swallowed it, and made a splash.

In gardens in the south of the Yangtze River, where there are ponds, there must be schools of fish. In addition to ornamental purposes, they also have a greater purpose, which is to eat mosquito eggs.

If there are no fish schools, the pond will become a source of mosquitoes and insects, and it will be uninhabitable...

But Jia Qiang didn't notice all of this.

He focused on writing every stroke, every stroke.

When a large piece of paper was full, he stopped writing, looked at it for a while, put it aside, and was about to write another article, but suddenly realized that something was wrong, looked up, his eyes shrank suddenly, stood up and said: "Guess Grandfather? Why are you here..."

Lin Ruhai was wearing a Confucian shirt, and stood beside the sandalwood table with a kind face. Beside him, there was a young woman who looked no more than 25 to support her.

This woman was wearing a black skirt with cloud patterns and soft smoke, and a light apricot water pattern jade hairpin was inserted in her hair. She had the gentle and quiet beauty of a typical Jiangnan woman, her eyes were like water, and she nodded slightly with Jia Qiang.

Lin Ruhai pointed at her, and suddenly frowned with some headaches and said, "Your Auntie Lin called her Auntie...but you are too far away from her, so you don't have to force your dignity, just calculate your seniority, and then call Aunt Mei." That's right."

If Jia Min is alive, of course Jia Qiang will pay respects to her aunt.

But Lin Ruhai's concubine's relationship with Jia Qiang is too distant, and she can't be called an aunt.

So, as a stranger, I just respect "Auntie".

"Auntie" is of course an honorific title, just like "Madam".

At least, she should be much taller than a maid...

After paying respects to Lin Ruhai, Jia Qiang persuaded, "Guzuzhang, it's already late at night, and Guzuzhang's illness is not yet safe, so it's better to rest more."

Lin Ruhai nodded and smiled when he heard the words, pointed to the paper on Datiao's case, and said, "It's strange that your aunt said that you have some talent and method in writing, and because of your concentrated appearance, even we pushed the door and walked in." I didn’t even notice the sound until now, but if things go on like this, I’m sure I’ll be able to achieve something.”

Jia Qiang hurriedly smiled humbly: "My aunt is too famous. I have only practiced calligraphy seriously for two or three months. I have wasted too much time in the past, and now I just make up for it with some additions."

Lin Ruhai shook his head and said, "Writing is just like solving problems in contemporary prose, and it also pays attention to talent. Whether you can write well and solve problems well depends on whether you can get the real rhyme at the beginning. Your aunt said, you have such a talent. Talent, in my opinion now, is really good. What do you think?"

The last words were addressed to the woman beside her.

Hearing this, Aunt Mei picked up the paper with Jia Qiang's big characters written on it, looked at it for a while, then nodded and said: "It can be seen that there is worry in the words, but there is no sign of slumping, and the pen is getting better and better. Li, the sharp edge lasts for a long time. Yes, judging people by words, it shows their stamina."

The sound is like the sound of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Oh?"

Lin Ruhai smiled and said, "I have been writing for decades, but your evaluation is actually the same as Brother Qiang's writing for several months?"

Aunt Mei smiled slightly and said, "Master is a talented person, but he is not good at calligraphy."

Lin Ruhai said to Jia Qiang, who was puzzled, "Your Aunt Mei grew up in the parents of her great-uncle, and her great-uncle was Mr. Fu Weng, a famous calligrapher all over the world. A girl who washes brushes has a good eye. It's a pity that after Mr. Fu Weng passed away, only one grandson of the Mei family went to study calligraphy, and they didn't make much of it. The rest went to study how to sell salt..."

Xu Shi saw that Jia Qiang's complexion changed suddenly after hearing the word "sell salt", and she even looked at Lin Ruhai subtly.

What kind of person is Lin Ruhai, although such changes are subtle, how can he escape his careful observation?

Leaning on his bamboo stick lightly, he said with a funny smile: "You are indeed as sharp as your aunt said. I have been friends with Mr. Fu Weng for many years, but we have never had any interests. Before he died, he entrusted your Aunt Mei to me. That's all. Otherwise, I can still accept bribes from the Mei family?"

Jia Qiang felt ashamed. In his previous life, he had seen too many dark and constantly reversed things on the Internet. After seeing it for more than ten years, he always liked to think about the dark side whenever something happened. I was just thinking wildly."

Lin Ruhai waved his hand and said, "I've heard a little about you, and I don't blame you. But in the future, remember to cultivate a gentleman's noble spirit, so you might as well be upright... Okay, let's not talk about these things, the night is already deep , when everyone in your room was sleeping outside for a long time, you couldn’t stand it any longer. Tonight, I will come with your Aunt Mei to see if you are really practicing handwriting, and the other is to see if you are really good at writing. As your aunt boasted, she has a talent for calligraphy. Thirdly, I have a personal matter, so I would like to trouble you to walk away."

When Jia Qiang heard the words, she hurriedly said, "If my aunt has something to do, just tell me to do it. How dare you call it 'troublesome'?"

Lin Ruhai smiled, and said: "Your Aunt Mei's great-aunt will celebrate her [-]th birthday in Meiyuan in the future, so she sent an invitation card. Because I am not in good health, your Aunt Mei put away the invitation card, and no one said anything about it. Now that my health is better, she doesn't have to be confined at home. But she's going alone, which makes me look thinner. The Mei family has never asked me to do anything in these years. Now that the salt affairs have been handed over, I will soon leave Yangzhou You might as well go back and forth. I can’t move, and your Aunt Lin is not yet ready to see foreigners... I wanted your Second Uncle Lian to come, but he is not as stable as you. He came to Yangzhou for ten days. I won't come back to live for more than half of the time. So, I just want you to go for me, how about it?"

Jia Qiang smiled bitterly and said, "Guzuzhang, such things are originally obligatory. Not to mention running errands once, even running errands ten times is a trivial matter. It's just my seniority... Not everyone is like Guzuzhang, in every way. Etiquette and law are all in the heart, do things according to the heart's desire without breaking the rules, and do not bully others with seniority. With my seniority, what should I do when I enter that plum garden?"

Lin Ruhai laughed when he heard the words: "It's true... If this is the case, you can go as a member of my wife's clan and my registered disciple. Your Aunt Mei will explain to the Mei family that although I praise your talent, But the body is not good enough to teach well, so I only remember one name."

The so-called registered disciples are just a false name.

But Jia Qiang was shocked when she heard the words!

When he sent the iron-headed [-]-mile horse to rush south to rescue Lin Ruhai, he didn't expect to get anything in return. On the contrary, he wanted to repay Daiyu's life-saving grace and gift of ginseng!

But obviously, Lin Ruhai didn't brush off this festival lightly. After observing him silently for ten days, he gave him his thanks tonight.

With the family lintel and ancestral shadow of the fourth prince of the Lin family, with his status as Tanhua Lang, and with his status as the emperor who lived in the south of the Yangtze River for more than ten years, he lost his only son first and then his wife, even his own life was almost lost. With such a great contribution and hard work, accepting Jia Qiang as a registered student under such a status, the weight is so heavy!

It is enough to block him from future attacks from Shilin Qingliu and even Emperor Long'an! !

Looking at Lin Ruhai's face, even Emperor Long'an would not be able to kill him...

The weight of this kindness made Jia Qiang, who always had a heart of ice and stone, extremely moved, her eyes were red, and she bowed down with sobs.

Seeing Jia Qiang prostrate on the ground and kowtow, Lin Ruhai said helplessly, "You child, do you want me to help you in person?"

Jia Qiang calmed down and stood up.

Looking at Jia Qiang's handsome face, Aunt Mei sighed regretfully:

It's a pity that there is a difference in seniority, otherwise it would be a match made in heaven for such a young man to be the uncle of the Lin family.

Jia Qiang didn't have parents Gao Tang, and the Lin family happened to be most short of men.