Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Early in the morning on the seventh day of July, Cui Xie rolled up a newly made white snow and stuffed it under his schoolbag, and went to school in an ox cart. When I was leaving, I suddenly remembered that there were many grass-flavored perfumes hidden in the ice cellar, which were slightly lighter, like a fragrance for men, so I went to get a bottle.

I didn't apply it immediately after I took it. I was afraid that the aroma of steamed flowers in the courtyard would be stained. I just wrapped the bottle thickly with cloth and sandwiched it in the new roll of clothes.

This day was the Ju'anzhai propaganda and voting meeting during the day. He was a little restless while sitting in the Xuezhai, always thinking about how he was doing there. Fortunately, the seventh day of the middle school day was the day of endorsement, and his scriptures were memorized firmly, and he could recite a word without fail with his eyes closed, and the instructor did not pull it down on the spot.

Not only was he distracted by himself, many of his classmates were a little dizzy during class, but he was very energetic when he was forced to vote during class.

Cui Xie looked at the sky, and estimated that the actor of Wumei was singing a song to solicit votes. He was afraid that his classmates would be distracted in class, so he didn't dare to tell them. He just said: "The most exciting thing is after dark. In fact, we missed not much."

Because the vote-counting time for the election of the first beauty was in the evening, it must have passed the curfew, so they simply wrapped up the garden of a businessman named Huang outside the city. The large gardens of a few acres are enough for people to toss about at will. There are also a few open yards for them to set up colorful sheds and high platforms for performances. There are self-built guest rooms in the garden for the judges and the true fans who participate in the party to spend the night.

Just stay outside the city for one night at night, and come back when you open the city gate tomorrow morning, without delaying people from going to work and school.

The classmates had hope in their hearts, let him go for the time being, and fell into the imagination of the evening election. Cui Xie also spent the morning in anticipation and went to ask for leave from the teaching assistant at noon. Assistant Professor Xie responded happily: "Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day. Are you going to be with your family? Just go, I'm not the old pedant who waits for human love."

Hey, they are not beautiful women... They are still being ordinary friends now...

Cui Xie's own mind was not right, so he misunderstood the teaching assistant's words. It wasn't until I heard him say "I have to go back to be with my mother and my younger brother earlier today", and I realized that I was thinking too much. The instructor asked if he wanted to go back to be with his family.

If his thoughts were a little purer, he wouldn't have thought of this... Cui Xie lowered his head in shame, and swallowed a shrimp and siu mai.

The day passed, it seemed as difficult as the years.

After finally knocking on the cymbals in Santang, the twenty-seven classmates who were going to be the judges packed up their things, signed the lecture book, and walked outside with Cui Xie.

Outside Chengyi Hall, the seven talents they had invited from Lixingtang were also waiting there.

The elders are more romantic than the survivors, and they all looked at them enthusiastically. They were also a little shy. They felt it was not good to participate in this kind of romantic conference, and they also looked around to see if their husband was there. But this is also a fake shy, really embarrassed and went home after school, and did not go to the beauty pageant with them.

Someone asked, "Thank you, Prime Minister Cui, for the invitation. We also wrote a poem and voted. Can this also be a poem?"

Cui Xie said: "It is also possible, but the poem requires several judges to give points at the same time, the highest score is 10, the lowest is 1 point. The poem in question is counted as expert votes, and the score is different from the votes of ordinary readers. Zari has another algorithm."

He simply explained the scoring rules: the average score of each poem from expert votes divided by ten counts the votes. And before the official grading, there is another elimination. These supervisors are invited to work together to pick out those who are random pieces, too many mistakes, poems that are not poems, attacking the ancients, and writing incorrectly... all are counted as invalid votes and not counted. .

In the final counting of votes, expert votes accounted for 30% of the weight, and audience votes accounted for 70%. The total number of votes is the total number of votes. After all, the price of the card set is cheaper than the book, and the votes cannot be equal to the expensive price.

Of course, this is how the votes were counted in his plan. The classmates who were too lazy to learn these nine chapters arithmetic did not explain the weights and proportions, but only talked about the scoring rules.

Although it was a little troublesome, these supervising students were all here to join in the fun. I heard that not only talented scholars, but also the old acid scholars who have paid tribute to them, can also score, I feel more excited. The uncle who was tipping Jieyuan also asked specifically: "Since my son can also serve as a judge, can Case Chief Cui judge with us?"

Cui Xie laughed and said, "I'm not good at writing poetry or criticizing, so I don't dare to delay other people's business. If there is busy there, I am afraid that there will be no time to eat. Why don't you find a place with me for dinner first... "

Zhang Zhaichang immediately said: "My wife and children will go there and wait for me first. I have to take them back to the city at dawn. I don't need to eat anything, they should prepare for me."

A more straight-tempered Juren also said: "When you can't eat when you want to eat, we are all rushing to the conference. It is serious to go there quickly!"

Cui Xie said, "The Shaodong from Ju'anzhai also asked someone to prepare some food. There should also be hawkers outside the park. If you don't dislike it..."

Don't dislike it, don't dislike it, go quickly, they have been waiting all day!

It is not easy for the supervisors and Xuezheng to take a leave of absence this evening, so as to hurry up to see the selection of beauties. Who has the heart to think about what to eat. More than 30 people went out in a mighty manner, boarded the six large vehicles hired by the Cui family, and drove towards the Jinghe Garden of the Huang Family outside the city.

Before I got to the garden, I heard drum horns coming from the wind far away. Just when the sun was high, the gate of Jinghe Garden was already covered with hexagonal lanterns printed with characters from the Three Kingdoms: there are beautiful lanterns, hero lights, emperor lights, running horse lanterns, floor lamps, revolving lanterns...

At the door, there are pictures of five beauties. It is the ones hanging in the cabinet of Ju'an Zhai. Now they are generously pasted at the door for viewing. Those who want to enter the garden only need to take out the cover that can be voted and draw a note for the guy at the door to check it, and there is no charge.

Cui Xie didn't even bring a ticket. He brushed his face.

The fans who lined up to enter the garden saw him say a few words, and they had to take a few big cars in, and couldn't help but clamor: "Why can he go in? Isn't he just a poor scholar, I am The members of the prince’s family of the governor’s residence, who are queuing for the master’s family, why not allow us to advance!"

Many people in the line complained.

They all spent money, so why did they have to work so hard to line up here, and that book gave birth to say a few words, and how many people can bring a car to advance?

The old Zaoyao invited from the county and the local Lijia to maintain order and politely persuaded them. The two check-in buddies laughed and said, "Those are the judges invited from Guoxue to comment on poetry, not guests. Let's In the evening, apart from commenting on the first beauties of the Three Kingdoms, it is also necessary to comment on the poems of the first beauties. The critics can't get in, and can't judge the poems in one night.

Want to comment on poems in public? Don’t count the votes just as you vote?

This is elegant and lively. Those scholars who inscribed the poem stopped making trouble, but didn't worry about their knowledge, and asked roundly about who the judges were. Those who didn't vote for the poem said impatiently: "What is good about the poem, it depends on the others, who can understand it."

The guy smiled meaningfully: "The poem is not just for listening to it, but it is also boring to ask someone to sing it with a cappella?"

Reading poems is boring, how can you be boring to listen to music? In the past few days, several opera troupes and prostitutes have said that they have been invited by his family to stand and sing songs for his family, and they all seem to be very glorious. How can this make them these frequent guests wrong? Secret interest in this conference?

What's more, the beautiful people in the paintings can be seen from the periphery of the garden, and the songs in the wind can be heard. I just don't care who is the first beauty in the painting, which makes this lively hook so willing to spend some money on it.

After queuing into the garden, the excitement will be even greater.

In the garden, there are many food stalls arranged along the road, including cold water, milk tea, steamed and baked dim sum, ice bowl, fresh fruit, butter, puff pastry snails, hot soup noodles, steamed buns, sesame cakes, steamed dumplings, Haggis soup...every family uses large buckets to hold clean water, the shish is washed shiningly, and the dirty water is also picked up by someone. Even the ground is cleaned up, and people can rest when they are tired.

There were also hired local Mihan shuttled among the crowds, carrying small baskets to deliver cold water, and all the guests who came in gave a bamboo tube well water town to get cool gardenias and jasmine sugar water, lest they turn thirsty.

Flowers of the season bloom in the flowerbeds on all sides, and the trees in between are wrapped with string and lanterns are hung high. Four color sheds were set up in the large empty field between the flower beds. The sheds were decorated with colored paper, silk and silk. A small pavilion was built inside. Each pavilion wrote a story about a beauty. Only Jiangdong two Qiao Occupy an exhibition hall.

Outside the exhibition hall, some people sell the cheese that Diao Chan has eaten, the jade pillow that Zhen slept, the gardenia soap that Er Qiao loves, the straw comb that Mrs. Sun brought... you buy it and send it as a gift The small basket keeps guests from being overwhelmed.

Entering the color shed exhibition hall, it also followed the modern memorial hall: entering the door, you saw a wall of large heads, busts, and single portraits. Next to the portraits, there were large-sized papers with legends writing their stories. In the middle of the shed, there is a small Xiao Xiao, on which a lacquer tray holds items related to these legendary beauties-certainly not the kind of souvenirs from the outside, but the exquisite Three Kingdoms story magnet bottles, portraits, bronze sculptures, and wood carvings.

In each studio, one or two female prostitutes or chants were invited to sit on the high platform, knocking on the teeth board and playing the pipa, telling the guests the legends of these beautiful women and the men behind them.

The female guest and the child set up a yard alone, with five beautiful women's portraits posted in the room, and the girl Xianer was invited to give a lecture. The servants who came and went were all locally hired women, and the food was also brought in by the women. Although the female guests could not visit the four pavilions like the male guests, they could stay in comfort.

After visiting from the color shed, there is another stage set up by the master’s house in the middle of the garden. Since the morning, a troupe has dressed up and sings the tunes of the Three Kingdoms.

Diao Chan has "Jin Yun Tang Secret Set Series", "Dong Zhuo Plays Diao Chan", "Guan Da Wang Yue Xia Cuts Diao Chan", Xiao Qiao has "Zhou Gongjin Dezhi to Marry Xiao Qiao", "Soochow Xiao Qiao Cries Zhou Yu", Zhen Shi has the drama "Queen Zhen "It's all cost play. Mrs. Sun only showed a small face in "Two Army Divisions Fighting Across the River", and Liu Bei had a part in a cave show, and the rest of Da Qiao did not sing her. But if the three companies are singing in a series, the remaining two will not show up. When it comes to voting, they will vote on one side. The competition is not fierce enough.

Cui Xie gave full play to the spirit of "how bold people are and how productive they are". As early as after the appraisal, he asked the treasurer to send someone to find a few storybook scholars and theater troupe bosses, and asked them to modify the music. Poetry, a lot of the dramas of Zhuge and Zhou Yu Douji in "Two Armies Fighting across the River" have been deleted, part of the plot of "Wang Can Deng Lou" has been added, and a commentary of the Queen Mother of Soochow's expectations for Liu Bei has been added, and Sun Shangxiang will be married Liu Bei's reunion play; also changed "Zhou Yu Dezhi Marries Xiao Qiao" to "Sun Ce Dezhi Marries Da Qiao".

The content of the opera is not mentioned, at least the actors who play these beauties are dressed up as painted on his picture, and you can see at a glance which beauty in the painting corresponds to. When he came to the stage, he also drew thick outer eyeliner with Luo Dai, painted vermilion on both cheeks, showing bright eyebrows, big eyes, and tender skin. From a distance, they looked as bright as a person in the painting.

With such beautiful actors, guests can forgive their perfunctory lyrics.

The sound of singing songs spread far to the house where the judges were located, and the supervisors were itching to hear them, with poems in their hands, but their hearts had drifted to the stage, and even the cold milk tea could not recall their minds.

A supervising student who was drawing a pen on a poem sighed: "Brother Xiufeng has the vision, so he has picked up his wife and children. Shouldn't he go to see his wife when he enters the door without reading these crooked poems?"

Another person read the first good, and said in disapproval: "We can only see gold when we dig out the yellow sand. If we can judge the first best poem of the Three Kingdoms tonight, wouldn't we be able to achieve a beautiful thing, like a beauty It's more meaningful."

The sea election teacher worked hardest. Cui Xie, a person who has watched the audition show for so many years, naturally knew well, and asked Cui Qi to prepare to eat.

Cui Qi immediately withdrew and asked the waiter to bring fresh fruit, cured fish, and fried sparrows to appetizers for the judges. But he didn't dare to ask them to drink steamed shochu. They only gave some low-alcohol rice wine and fruit wine, and clamored for someone to cook the main dish, and asked them to re-evaluate when they were full.

The supervisors were too embarrassed to complain anymore, thanked him, and he said cleverly: "At this time there are many tourists outside and there are queuing everywhere. In fact, you can't see anything. It's better to eat something first and then later. There are a lot of guests going back to the city, and the younger ones will take the sages to the garden cleanly."

He is young and his face is round and pleasing, but it is a pity that a few older supervising students will do it for him: "Such a smart boy should study, it is a pity to do business."

Cui Qi listened to this with a smile, and didn't say anything, only served them with wine and vegetables. Cui Xie asked him to sit down for a drink, and also introduced him to these supervisors. He toasted obediently and called a bunch of uncles.

While drinking happily, Zhang Zhaichang suddenly came over from the garden and said goodbye to them.

The sentient beings were going out to see them off. Zhang Luan came in and drank two glasses and said politely: "My female relatives are still outside and cannot sit for a long time. You have to pick them up before the curfew. Please don’t be polite to me. I borrowed from you Cui Hezhong, the half master, to guide our family."

Cui Xie was not easy to refuse, and he bowed his hands to everyone: "Then I will send Zhang Zhaichang home first. Just relax and talk to Cui Shaodong. He is not a layman. I will be back soon to accompany you. "

The supervisors said: "Exactly, we are also waiting for you to show us the color sheds, you come back tightly!"

In fact, Cui Xie didn't recognize the road in the garden. When he went out, he saw a water supplyer, so he stopped him and led the way. Zhang Zhaichang waved his hand and told the man to leave: "I don't need him, I have already turned the road in this garden. I specifically called you out to make my wife compliment you-this garden was actually arranged by them. Strictly! I thought you were just setting up some color sheds in the yard for the ladies to sit and watch."

Mrs. Zhang stood silently not far away looking at them. She was dragged with two sons and a daughter, with a neatly dressed mother and a few little girls. The female servants are all wearing face veils on their heads, and their faces are not visible; the two boys show their faces. The older one is only in his early ten years old, and the younger one is only eight or nine years old, and they look a bit like Zhang Zhaichang. , Bai Nennen is pretty pretty.

Hearing what Zhang Luan said, Mrs. Zhang also took a step forward and said softly, "Thank you for the reception of Mr. Cui for the garden party today."

Cui Xie hurriedly gave a gift: "It's nothing to do with me. I just said hello and didn't dare to be a gift to my wife. Although the Juanzhai was run by someone I used to use in the past, they also do all this. Their ingenuity, what do I, a scholar who has never been out, understand? It’s the first time I'm watching a theater under the stage today..."

Ashamed, he used to watch it through TV.

Zhang Luan smiled: "What is humble? Anyway, it's the people your family makes, why can't the servants of other people's houses make it like this? I've done it all over again. Your garden is so fresh, if you take a rest someday That’s it."

Then we have to wait for next year. He does have a plan to hold another Three Kingdoms theme garden party after the "Six Talents Criticize the Three Kingdoms" is finished.

He didn't answer for a while, and Zhang Luan didn't wait for him to answer. He only called the three children: "This is my father's classmate. We are the case chief Cui from Hebei Province. Come and meet the case chief Cui!"

The eldest daughter was slightly blessed, and whispered "Cui Case Chief". The two boys were also readers and knew the etiquette. They raised their hands and worshiped.

Cui Xie hurriedly paid back a half ceremony, touched his body, and found nothing to give, and said: "Brother Zhang and I are brothers and sisters. I should have given Linglang and Lingai some gifts. But there is nothing on my body. , I had to make up some of the garden."

He turned to the boy guard at the door of the room and beckoned him to come over and speak. A few potted oleanders were blooming on the corridor beside him, the petals were white and elegant, thin and pitiful. When he beckoned to the young man, the flower branch stretched out very close to his hand, almost touching his sleeves.

When he waved his hand, he suddenly felt that the skin on the back of his neck was slightly tight, as if someone was peeping at him behind him, so he subconsciously turned around and looked at his sleeves with wind, and the cuffs and hem pockets of the robe brought a sharp arc. Slowly fell into the air.

The oleander not far away was stimulated by the wind, and a white flower trembled and fell on the sleeves of his dark blue monitor robe, and then slowly fell to the ground.

The petals fell when touched, and disappeared lightly, just like the feeling of a light on the back.

He turned around and saw Zhang Zhai's family all looking at him, and his eyes seemed to be concerned. But this family is a literati lady, how can he stare at him nervously?

He shook his head and apologized: "Suddenly I felt something fell on the back of his neck, and his movements were a bit bigger. Zhang Zhaichang, wife, when you go out with Linglang and Lingqianjin, take two from the book seller outside the door. Set the new book and drawing notes and go back. Their family also gave me away, you are welcome."

Zhang Zhaichang smiled and said, "This is someone's book. You have borrowed flowers to offer Buddha. I don't recognize this. Even the imitation book you hand-written is better than this, right? Nothing, you can't give a gift today, but I I can give you one, and I'm ready to find the female gentleman for you—"

He pointed to the plainly dressed woman in the team: "Mr. Song has to take a look at you, the host, before he is willing to teach Lingmei, Zhuo Jing brought her here."

Cui Xie nodded at her and called out, "Mr. Song."

Mr. Song blessed his body and said calmly: "I heard that today's garden fair was organized by an old man in your house. The little girl has already experienced the scale of your house's affairs and control of the people. I can see the character of Lingmei. If the son does not give up, I will go to your house tomorrow."