Chapter 184 The Japanese Prince
On the second day of the second month, the dragon raises its head and
the emperor takes a day off. The second day of the second month is also known as the Spring Ploughing Festival and the Spring Dragon Festival. Today, there will be a dragon boat race, and Emperor Deyuan will personally dot the eyes of the dragon boat .
Jian Ruonan got up early for the first time.
She got up at 9:00 today. Although it was considered late in the eyes of outsiders, the entire Jinyang Marquis's Mansion was shocked.
The maids in Luming Xiaoyuan said to everyone that the fifth lady got up really early.
After getting up and washing, Jian Ruonan changed into festive new clothes and came to Xixiayuan.
In Xixiayuan, everyone in the big room had gathered and was waiting for the fifth lady. When the maids saw the fifth lady coming, they quickly set out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
A three-year-old child sat neatly with a brush in his hand. Min was teaching him to write.
This child is Jian Zhang's illegitimate son. He seldom comes to the main room. Jian Ruonan has only seen him a few times.
Teng Ge'er and Jian Xilu also took up their pens to write.
"What are you doing?" Aren't you going to watch the dragon boat race? Why are you writing words?
"Fifth sister, come and write a few strokes!" When Teng Ge'er saw Jian Ruonan, he immediately dropped the pen in his hand and jumped off the stool.
The cub held a bowl of hot tea and happily brought it to the fifth sister.
"Nannan, you got up so early today." Seeing Jian Ruonan's suspicious look, Min smiled and explained, "Tomorrow is the birthday of Wenchang Bodhisattva."
It is a custom in Daxia to put new clothes on children in advance today. Children who have not yet been enlightened also start writing today to get a taste of the joy of Wenchang Bodhisattva, hoping that the children will be smart, learn to read and write early, and pass the imperial examination.
[Tomorrow is the birthday of Wenchang Bodhisattva, why don't we have a holiday tomorrow? Why only today? ! ]
[It's really too much! ! ]
[Do you look down on Wenchang Bodhisattva? ]
Min: "..."
Teng Ge'er: Fifth sister is right!
As the mistress of the first house, Min would take the children of the first house to write on the second day of the second lunar month every year.
This is Nan Nan's first second day of the second lunar month in Jinyang Marquis's Mansion, and it's no wonder that Nan Nan doesn't understand.
I don't know how Nan Nan spent the second day of the second lunar month before.
Thinking of this, Min was filled with sadness.
Jian Ruonan caught Min's mood and laughed loudly: "Teng Ge'er, bring a pen to Fifth sister!"
"Okay!" Teng Ge'er quickly handed over the best pen with both hands: "Please give me a word, Fifth sister!"
Teng Ge'er's dog-legged look made Min angry and funny.
"Give you a word!" Jian Ruonan held the brush and sat upright like a little white poplar.
The momentum was well grasped.
When she was in primary school, she participated in the calligraphy interest group for more than half a semester.
"The posture of holding the brush is very stylish!" Teng Ge'er started to praise her before she started writing.
[Two words: professional! ]
Jian Ruonan picked up the brush, and the brush moved like a dragon, flowing like clouds and water. After a while, she finally wrote a word.
Teng Ge'er took it and saw a big word "慘" written on the white rice paper.
"..."
"Fifth sister, you only give me the word '慘'?!"
[Because I, your fifth sister, can only write the word "慘". 】
Teng Ge'er was so angry that his cheeks bulged and his mouth was raised high.
Jian Ruonan realized that something was wrong and quickly took back the word "慘", "Fifth sister will write you another one."
She picked up the pen and rewrote "吉".
During this period, she had some time to study traditional Chinese characters. The simplified and traditional versions of the word "吉" are the same, so she can write it.
Teng Ge'er put away the word "吉" carefully. Min thought that the one with the word "慘" was unlucky and wanted to tear it up.
Teng Ge'er grabbed the word "慘" in his arms, "This is Fifth sister's calligraphy, Teng Ge'er must keep it well!"
Min: "..."
Little traitor, you are really something. You didn't even let go of the word "慘".
After writing, Jian Ruonan pulled Teng Ge'er aside, "This is the memorial I wrote, can you help me see if you can understand it?"
Teng Ge'er was simply astonished: "Fifth sister, you can write a memorial?!"
"Fifth sister, you are amazing!"
"Fifth sister, you are really hardworking, you still write memorials during your rest time, how embarrassing for those lazy ministers!!"
Jian Ruonan enjoyed a mental massage and pinched Teng Ge'er's chubby face: "Look, can you understand it?"
Teng Ge'er took it and saw that the first sentence of the memorial read: "Promote the culture of Daxia, and suggest extending the traditional festival holidays."
Teng Ge'er: "Fifth sister, you have too many typos?"
Six typos in a short sentence.
Jian Ruonan: "..."
Traditional Chinese characters are too complicated, so she wrote all simplified Chinese characters.
"Can you understand it?"
Although there were a lot of typos, Teng Ge'er still understood it.
It's good to understand it.
Six-year-old Teng Ge'er can understand it, so the emperor can't be worse than a six-year-old child!
"Fifth sister, you are a genius, Teng Ge'er knows all these words you invented yourself!"
"Fifth sister, the two idioms of cleverness and agility are specially tailored for you!"
Jian Ruonan: "If you can talk, talk more!"
After receiving praise from the fifth sister, Teng Ge'er twisted his butt proudly.
In the memorial, Jian Ruonan suggested to His Majesty that more days of rest should be taken on holidays, such as marriage leave, which can be appropriately extended. If a woman is an official, she can enjoy three years of paid maternity leave. After all, women who raise children at home should make contributions to Daxia in the future.
Men should also take maternity leave to raise children at home. Secondly, we should increase the number of family visits. As Guanyin Bodhisattva has three birthdays each year, it is recommended to give three holidays.
For example, today is the second day of February, also known as the Spring Ploughing Festival and the Spring Dragon Festival. Every household has to row dragon boats and do spring ploughing. For such a festival, they should have a few more days off. One day off is not enough!
It's okay. I don't want to go to the government office. This is very Fifth Sister.
"Fifth Sister, you not only seek the welfare of the people, but also the welfare of the officials. Your awareness is too high!"
"Teng Ge'er thinks that Fifth Sister can make appropriate suggestions. It would be better if the school also follows the rest!"
"Fifth Sister is as brave as a man. Respectable!"
Jian Ruonan called the servants in a good mood and sent the memorial to her father, asking her father to pass it on to the emperor for approval.
Resting once every five days is really not enough.
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On the second day of February, every household celebrated the festival with great enthusiasm, but the Third Prince's mansion was deserted with white banners hanging.
Suddenly, two short vendors, carrying baskets of steamed cakes, came to the gate of the Third Prince's mansion.
One of them had a white turban on his head, and the other had a mustache, which made him look funny.
"Get out of here, what kind of steamed cakes are you selling at the gate of the Prince's mansion!" The gatekeeper waved his hand to drive them away. The man with
the white turban took the opportunity to hand over a letter of silver, "Please let the adults know that we have something important to see the Third Prince."
"The Third Prince can be seen by you two steamed cake vendors?" The guard originally thought that these two dwarfs came to the Prince's mansion to apply for a job.
After all, the Third Prince likes dwarf servants, and anyone with a little connection knows it.
The guard took the red envelope, opened it, and was a little surprised.
Inside the red envelope, there were two silver bills neatly placed.
The face value of these two banknotes is equivalent to the lifetime salary of a servant in the Prince's Palace.
These two people did not come to the Prince's Palace to find a job.
"What are you doing?" The guard looked carefully and found that the two people were too short and did not look like Daxia people. The
man with a small mustache quickly handed over a rosewood box: "Sir, give this to His Royal Highness the Third Prince, and the Third Prince will know it at a glance."
The guard took the box: "You wait here."