After thinking about it, I asked: "Oh, by the way, isn't there an old man named Jia Dairu in the private school of Jia Mansion? He has a grandson, is he named Jia Rui?"

Second Master Lian said: "Jia Rui? Okay, why do you ask about him?"

I said, "Uh, isn't Handsome Boy Bao studying there? I heard Handsome Boy Bao talking about him, so I was curious to know what kind of person he was."

Second Master Lian laughed:

"This man is not a good person. His hobby is eating and drinking, and his hobby is whoring and gambling. He is so poor that he doesn't have a single coin in his pocket. He likes to be greedy for petty gains. His parents died very early, and he lived with his grandfather since he was a child. His grandfather Jia Dairu

He is the tutor of the Jia Mansion Free School, and when my grandfather is away for business, he becomes the acting tutor."

The acting Sishu is the acting principal and teacher.

Second Master Lian said again:

"Jia Dairu is an old scholar who can read a lot of things all day long, but he is full of poems and books and only makes himself stupid. He teaches his grandson Jia Rui poems and books to wash away his wine. In the free school, Jia Rui often used public affairs for personal gain and blackmailed his disciples who went to school.

Treat him to a meal or something. When Fool Xue first came here, he also went to the school to stay for a few days. Fool Xue had a lot of money, so Jia Rui went to fawn over him and get some money, wine and meat. Not only did he follow Fool Xue in the school

The school is run rampant and tyrannical, and it also helps the tyrants to do evil."

This wretched man is indeed not a good guy.

Of course, Mr. Lian is not a good person either, but I just prefer him, and I love him to the core of my being.

Grandma Rong's illness has not improved.

After Jia Jing’s birthday, I went to Ningguo Mansion to see Grandma Rong several times. Her illness became more and more serious day by day, and she became more and more skinny. She was lying on the bed, her eyes were hollow and dull, her eyes were dull, and her body was curled up.

They formed a ball, as if they were lifeless zombies.

When she saw me, her eyelids moved slightly and she said feebly: "Auntie, my illness will never be cured. I only spend one day as a monk hitting the clock."

It's not that I'm not sad.

It is said that things in the world are impermanent. Not long ago, Grandma Rong was so enchanting and charming, with unparalleled youthfulness. I didn’t expect that her beauty would fade away in a short period of time.

Seeing my red eyes, Grandma Rong smiled slightly: "Auntie, you don't have to be sad, my life is what it should be. I thought, suffering from the pain like this, it would be better to die early and be born early."

I quickly said, "Don't say that. Brother Rong is so sad after hearing this?"

Grandma Rong sighed, and after a while she said: "He...will he be sad for me?"

I said, "Why not? He is your husband and you are his wife."

Grandma Rong smiled bitterly and said like a parrot: "He is my husband and I am his wife——"

I said: "Yes, to be able to form a couple requires a deep bond. The Buddha said that it takes 500 looks back in the previous life to exchange for one passing by in this life. Only by practicing for a hundred lives can we survive in the same boat, and only by practicing for a thousand lives can we be together.

Pillow to sleep."

Grandma Rong murmured: "Only after cultivating for a thousand lives...can we...sleep together..."

Her voice gradually became lower. As if she was tired, she gently closed her eyelids and closed her eyes. But there were tears quietly sliding down her cheeks.

I sat there for a long time, and then I left when I saw Grandma Rong sleeping.

Afterwards, I went to Grandma Zhen’s place.

Grandma Zhen was following a few little maids under the eaves of the courtyard, watching the cats and dogs fighting idly.
Chapter completed!