Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

After hearing his words, Mrs. Zhao's eyes were red, and she said distressed: "Yes, yes, a man is not worried about being wifeless...cough cough, not worrying about no money! Then, I think this window paper in your house should be changed, the shed The four walls should be glued too. My house is a paper shop, and I have the finest white mulberry paper. When I turn around, let Zhao Kui send you a few rolls of paper to glue the walls and windows."

Cui Xie endured a smile and bowed his head and thanked him: "Thank you Grandma Zhao, when Uncle Yuan comes back, let him send money to your house."

Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but patted his arm and said with a smile: "There is a small paper shop in my house. These papers are all produced in my own shop, and the window drawers are also messy, not worthy of your special thanks. . Speaking of which my paper shop is good for business, I also borrowed a lot from your doctor’s master!

She raised her hand to cover her mouth pretentiously, and lowered her voice to tell Cui Xie: "If it weren't for your master to be admitted to the Jinshi, you would raise the Feng Shui on this street and make the house code and Wang Xianggong a monastery. Scholars come to us to buy houses and rent houses? My family’s paper was sold to them at a loss. Otherwise, there are so many paper shops in this city. This old man and my elder wouldn’t be able to do business. Where can I make a family business? Come."

He was about to find a place to go to school, and he asked, "Oh? There are scholars living nearby? Are they all of Mr. Wang's original disciples? Are they Confucian scholars or students? Do the two old people know how they are learned? Can they teach them? ?"

Grandma Zhao didn't understand, so she had to take a few glances at her husband.

Zhao Yuanwai picked up the cup and sipped his mouthful of water, set up a shelf in front of his old wife, and squinted his eyes to talk about ancient times: "If you talk about the scholars here, you have to talk about it from the year when the master of the doctor was a scholar. Because he was awarded a scholar. People say that he moved into the capital because of the good feng shui of the house. After he moved, he was able to win the rankings and became a high official in Beijing. Therefore, the yard on this street has scholars who want to rent. The household is also willing to pay a high price—to tell you the truth, if my family had two ineffective grandsons studying, I would like to ask him to borrow Feng Shui, and I would also like to put the house out."

It turned out that there was a school district room in the Ming Dynasty, and it was very popular. He lives in the feng shui treasure land in the center of the school district. Should he rent a few rooms to earn a rent?

Or make something for scholars and open a small shop in the outer courtyard to make money?

It's not the time to think about it now, he put it down for a while, and asked humbly: "Don't hide it from you two, the junior is going to take the test in his hometown, and he needs to find a gentleman to study the classics and composition seriously. I don't know which gentleman here is good Shu Xiu, I can still get it right now, as long as I learn real knowledge."

Member Zhao frowned and said: "This... After Mr. Wang left, he transferred the students to a family of Mr. Lin, where my second grandson was studying, saying it was not as good as Mr. Wang before. Others did not teach the students. In the past few years, there were a few successful candidates, and most of them were eager to select officials and inadvertently teach guests. You read with Mr. Jingli, and the local scholars who opened museums may not be as good as you."

Cui Xie smiled helplessly: "Where. I have been raised by my grandmother since I was a child. Since my grandmother fell ill, she has spent more time attending to illnesses and less serious studies. Now she has not even read the Five Classics. My uncle Juren, who was studying, had chosen an official two years earlier..."

Zhao Yuanwai asked in a daze: "His Uncle Liu's exam for Juren? Wu Juren, right?" After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand and twitched his mouth, frowning and said: "It's me who wants to go wrong, Liu Qianhu The family was transferred to Yulinwei in the early years. How can I teach you in Beijing... Was that the brother of the later wife? How difficult was it to be elected as a magistrate. It was not for your father’s sake that he was elected to the county magistrate. Haosheng teaches you to study, it is really not a son of man!"

Then the old lady understood, and said in surprise: "Hey! He is not good at teaching you to study? A cruel heart, there is an older sister who fills the house, and the younger brother is not a good thing, just like this son!"

Member Zhao took a slap on her hand and cursed: "Look at what you Hu Qin is doing! This kind of instigation is easy to tell the little officials!"

Mrs. Zhao was also anxious: "That was not what you said first! Your mouth is the most unobstructed..."

The two of them quarreled again, and Cui Xie watched his nose and nose, just as if he hadn't heard. They clamored and suddenly remembered that this was at someone else's house, and the victim was sitting next to them. Each coughed, bowed their heads and made up their clothes.

Zhao Yuanwai’s psychological quality is better. He stroked his collar and started talking about business again: "If you really want to find a mentor, it’s best to go to Fucheng. My grandson was lucky enough to enter school two years ago, and he was in Fucheng. There are many students and academics there, and there is a Lone Bamboo Academy outside the city. It was passed down from the time of Daxian Boyi and Shu Qi, and it was a place where sages came from!"

Fucheng? Cui Xie pondered for a while and shook his head.

They only have thirty taels of silver in their possession. If they want to move to the city, they will have to rent more than ten taels a year. The remaining money is not enough to make ends meet, let alone studying.

Besides, they were thrown over by the original owner's father. The Cui family can care about his food, clothing, housing, life or death, but they will definitely not let him leave at will. Even if he really went to Fucheng, as long as the Cui family said a word, he would have to move back obediently, otherwise he would be unfilial and would be a serious crime to destroy his future.

Let's do it step by step. Anyway, there is a gentleman here. Besides the quality of teaching, he can teach him to write eight-piece essays.

When member Zhao saw that he did not agree, he knew that his statement about the city just now came in, patted his head and said, "I want to be left. After all, you are young. You may not be at ease living in your hometown. How can you be the master? Just move outside. Then you might as well lay a foundation at Mr. Lin's house.

"Next year will be the year of the autumn season. Talented scholars are now preparing for the autumn exam, looking for bad people. When the group of scholars come back after the exam, there will be people who are eager to find the library. Then I will ask my family to recommend it. The one with the most solid knowledge, please come back together, and it won't cost you a few taels!"

Cui Xie thanked him for his kindness and asked how much money it would cost to study with Mr. Lin.

Zhao Yuanwai also has experience in this area, so he explained how to pay for his grandson’s repairs, festivals, and lectures, and quietly taught him: "It will be Mid-Autumn Festival soon. You will go to apprentice after Mid-Autumn Festival. It’s a good gift to save two dollars. If you are not in a hurry, just wait for the birthday of the 27th Confucian saint and save a fortune.”

Cui Xie nodded repeatedly, and silently wrote down the amount of money and the day when the gift was needed. He is not afraid to go to school later, because before he goes to school, he has to take time to memorize the original book and imitate the original characters. Even if it takes a month, these things will not be well-off.

While talking, the maid of Zhao's family came over and sent a new order of walnut and pine nut orange cake to make tea, accompanied by a cage of lamb stuffed willow leaf dumplings, and a plate of fried buns sprinkled with powdered sugar as dessert.

Member Zhao spoke for a whole afternoon. He was thirsty and hungry. He took a sip of tea and picked up his chopsticks to let Cui Xie eat snacks.

Mrs. Zhao didn’t speak for a long time, and finally caught a person who didn’t talk about reading, so she told her: “Go home and take a few rolls of wall paper, a stack of window papers, and two newly pasted screens. And also hang some curtains for the grass beads in our house. See if the water in the yard is enough, and then ask Zhao Kui to pick them up here..."

Cui Xie hurriedly stopped: "My family Cui Yuan and Pengyan have already gone shopping, they will buy these things, I don't dare to choose the things from the Zhao family."

Grandma Zhao smiled and said: "It's all my own things, it's not worth anything. You have so many houses in your house, even if you buy too much, you can put it aside. Just take it if you are prepared." Then he ordered: "Take the pot of jasmine under my window. Bring it and smoke the house for Brother Xiaoxie. When you come back, you will make dinner, and let Aji make the meal for our house."

The servant woman agreed, went back and put the flowers under the window, and brought a male servant to install a curtain in his bedroom. The window lattice was made with a layer of oiled paper, and the gauze drawer was buckled from the inside. It's just that the house is too old, the wall ash and the pasted paper have fallen off, and the wallpaper will not be pasted for now. You have to wait for someone to add a layer of mortar and white powder.

Cui Xie was a little embarrassed, but he still received it. He thanked the two elderly people and said: "My house is going to clean the well these two days, and people are going in and out. I am afraid that I will disturb the neighbors. I also ask Grandma Zhao to help. I told my neighbors, and when we settle down here, I also want to put a drink and invite your neighbors to come over and talk about the meaning of being close."

Zhao Yuanwai and his wife are just people who like to lively. They said in a polite way, "These are all trivial matters, and they are all covered by our old couple. You moved here alone, and everything at home is pointed at you. Now, where can I get so busy! It's better to leave the banquet to us too, it will definitely help you to do it decently, and you don't need to spend more money."

Cui Xie quickly got up to thank them, and solemnly entrusted them with these things.

They talked contentedly, they took on the important event of Wenju banquet, and were anxious to go back to make plans. After sitting for a while, they got up, leaving only a servant to help him make dinner.

In the evening Cui Yuan and his son came back and saw that the house was very different from when they left: there is a fire in the stove, half-warm dishes are placed in the pot, the tables and chairs in the cages inside and outside the house are polished brightly, and the windows are buttoned with green screens. There are new bead curtains hanging on the door, which finally looks like someone else.

Both of them were a little worried that Cui Xie had done something inappropriate at home, and hurriedly unloaded the car and walked in to see him. But I didn't want to see him closing his eyes very honestly after entering the room, and didn't even read the book.

Cui Yuan nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Master, why is the house so clean? Where did these screen windows and bead curtains come from?"

Cui Xie first asked them to go to the kitchen to get food, and when they were eating, he told them about the visit of the Zhao family. Cui Xie put down his chopsticks as he listened, and said sadly, "Master, this thing is not done right. You just talk about us, how can we arrange family affairs? Let the master hear and see. He doesn't ask people to beat you hard!"

Cui Xie smiled and said: "Let’s not say it, people will not wonder why I, the son of a fifth-grade capital official, brought only two people and drove a small broken car back to his hometown? The family is not poor, only we are poor. That is the rift between the father and the son, is the master unkind or the wife unkind? Or am I being kicked out of the house for being stubborn and unfilial?"

He saw Cui Yuan gaping, and couldn't say anything to refute, he smiled and said, "I bet you, someday someone from the family will give you monthly money, and he will definitely enter the door and say how difficult it is to live in Beijing. Us, dare you bet?"

Pengyan whispered: "I don't know if anyone will come to send it away. Who in the back house doesn't fawn on Madam..."

Cui Yuan knocked a note on the back of his head, but he couldn't help but sighed and whispered: "We are not afraid of the shadow crooked. The neighbors can see what kind of person the young master is, and will not chew on the tongue." He saw that Cui Xie didn't lift his eyelids, he knew that he didn't think there was anything wrong with his random arrangement of his father's affairs.

Hey, since the young master was beaten, his temper has changed a little, so he won't really be at odds with the master, right?

He dared not ask Cui Xie about this, nor could he tell his son, he could only hide it in his heart and ate boredly.