Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Jin Yiwei was sitting in the street tea shed drinking tea.

Jin Yiwei was drinking tea, eating snacks, talking about the cases solved, and the prisoners caught. He looked like a country for the people and a bright sky. When eating, he was very kind to an old man who served tea, and he did not drive away the people sitting in the shed.

As soon as the said Tiqi rides out, what about restless? What about extorting money? This group of people wearing yellow pill is really the legendary tweeting ride, not someone pretending to be?

The guests sitting in the shed eating tea were entangled.

I really couldn't bear the atmosphere of sitting with Jin Yiwei, so I threw down the money and quietly took out the shed. Seeing the bright sky outside, there was a joy of escape from the sky. However, when I was overjoyed, I found that those Jin Yiwei only focused on eating, drinking, and talking, and they didn't even shed light from the corner of their eyes. It was also a bit strangely disappointed.

And those brave literati still sat firmly in the shed with a breath of breath in their chests, and they had to see what those Jinyiwei could do to them.

Even if you have to go home, go to school, hang out with friends later... it doesn't matter! Going back and telling people that they used to fight against Jin Yiwei to protect civilians and went to imprisonment. This is the glory of a lifetime!

They were eating the little things left very slowly, and someone outside the shed was watching quietly, and the Jinyiwei in the shed was still unaware. They usually like to change into new styles of waistband clothes after they quit, and they look better in shape and more handsome. There are people watching everywhere, and they have long been used to seeing them.

In order to have a flat waist and abdomen and wear beautiful new clothes, they usually don't dare to eat too much. They stand up after drinking enough tea, and walk around Xie Qianhu.

Passing by the big sleeves of the robes, holding the tip of the chopsticks and holding the sesame seeds for time, staring at them righteously, when they are trying to challenge the scholars who are holding them, they will laugh twice: "A bowl of tea has been eaten for so long, and the table is occupied. It's so crowded that no one can come in."

"It's pitiful to eat so little and the waist is so thick."

"I don't know which country you are from. Nowadays, the scholars in Beijing are willing to wear such a big robe when they see the instructor?"

A few scholars told them to laugh so hard that they wanted to rush to fight, even if they were caught in the edict-no, it should be said that it is best to be caught in the edict. A brave scholar flushed his face and cursed angrily: "Crude Wufu..."

Xie Ying glanced back at him and beckoned to his subordinates: "How many good people outside are waiting for us to clean up the murderers, and the emperor, the commander, and the adults in the city are also waiting for us to repay the merits. The scholar speaks, lowering his identity."

The group of freshly clothed angry horses drove away without turning their heads, leaving only a few volunteers in the shed, and a group of onlookers outside the shed staring at each other.

Regardless of what they were doing, the people watching the stalls, according to Liu Zhuang's confession, folded their leftover soup into bamboo tubes, and the cakes were held in bamboo shallows and distributed to the beggars. Soon even the beggars were gone. The old man wiped the table used by Jin Yiwei, looked at the clean tea bowls on the table of the scholars, and asked them if they wanted to refill tea.

The scholars stood by the table and asked the old man to ask a question before regaining his senses. They looked at a few empty and clean tabletops and shouted: "The group of guards and guards did not pay the bill after eating tea and rice! You are wronged. Although I am a weak scholar and cannot compete with eagles and dogs, I also have a kind heart. I can't make you old and weak women and children lose money. These few pieces of silver are not much, so you can take a supplementary life. ."

Those watching the excitement shook their heads and sighed: "I said that these robes and guards who patrol the city don't disturb people and don't enter the store to ask for food and drink, but they still don't want to."

The old man urged people to squeeze in, grunting in his throat, and everyone couldn't hear him clearly. The crowd squeezed closer and closer, hummingly questioning. His throat became narrower and narrower, his voice squeezed in his lungs, and suddenly burst out when he reached the limit: "The boss is not allowed to ask for money! The boss said, this stall Jin Yiwei is not allowed to ask for money!"

The shouts spread out several meters, and the crowds of neighborhoods and guests who were watching could hear clearly.

Don't dare to ask and can't ask, these are two different things. Those who were originally filled with righteous indignation seemed to pour cold water and couldn't speak in embarrassment. The low voices outside the crowd also turned the wind.

People Jinyiwei pack a tea stall to drink tea, do not disturb the people and do not cause trouble, at most they laugh at others with big belly and village style... Nowadays, it is indeed fashionable to wear clothes in Beijing. What is so unhappy about the fat that the scholar himself wears?

It seems that Jin Yiwei's atmosphere is really about to change.

Someone among the onlookers talked about the story of seeing Jin Yiwei taking out two flower pickers from the courtyard house and arresting the flying thief who stole the bellyband of a servant's wife in Liu's Hutong two days ago.

A group of people entered the teahouse and began to talk in the chair where Jin Yiwei had just sat. To put it vividly, to wipe out the resentment that Jin Yiwei had just bullied the people, as if touting these Jin Yiwei as knights in legendary novels and scripts.

Only the scholar who made people laugh at obesity sat down in a chair with a calm face, and told Lao Zhang: "Another bowl of tea, no sesame seeds, walnuts, salt, orange cakes...we want tea!"

Cha Jiufu can lighten his body, wait for him to lose weight, see what he does-wait for him to lose weight!

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With the opening of the "Qingcha" chain tea shops, more and more people have watched Jin Yiwei ride and drink tea, and have seen them behave like ordinary people while on business, and Jin Yiwei's reputation has gradually changed.

It was Xie Ying and others who patrolled the streets who felt the change in the rumored wind direction first.

From the beginning, people who saw it evaded, and neighbors were afraid of them when they asked questions. Later, people gradually became not afraid of them. Some people took advantage of their tea time to spread news to them, telling them where the villains live. Based on these news, Jin Yiwei blocked a group of thieves who gang up over the wall at night from outside the city to rob other people and women, and tried several old cases.

Xie Ying wrote to Cui Xie and said with deep feeling: "These days I have a little strict control of my subordinates. They are bitter and tired, and they are also holding grievances. Thanks to you for building this tea shed, they have shelter from the wind and rain. Sooner or later, I can rest, eat something, feel comfortable, and have strength when doing things. Nowadays, people are not waiting for me like they used to..."

In the past, he took the thief ride to enter and do things and tried his best to restrain everyone from harming the people, but it was not as strict as this. This time, the mission was to wipe out the culprits, to have more contacts with the people, and to maintain the behavior of not intruding the people, and the world's perception of them began to improve.

There is also Choi Xie's help in this——

The shed that did not provide tea and rice, said that the original intention of his request was not to get the word "good" in Qingliu's mouth, so that he could communicate openly with Cui Xie?

If he didn't hold on with this thought, he might still follow the crowd, following Jin Yiwei's old habits, right?

Of course, these thoughts were not written in the letter, they were just ordinary things that the common people could see, and they couldn't even tell about the outstanding cases. But Cui Xie insisted on seeing the gratitude behind him and the reflection on Jin Yiwei's usual behavior from these plain words.

He said that Xie Qianhu is such a good person, he can block Bailianjiaozu's cut for him as soon as he meets, and he is willing to leave him with good gold creation medicine, and he must be gentle to others.

Following this, the Ming Dynasty was not far away from the military and civilian Yushui family.

He collected Xie Ying’s letter, put it in the same book box as Li Dongyang’s post, and called Cui Liangdong to come over and asked him if there were any rumors about Jin Yiwei recently-he just picked it up and said that other Jin Yiwei took home arrests. Human, it has nothing to do with them Xie Qianhu, don't want to listen.

Cui Liangdong slapped his thigh: "Why not! Someone in our tea shed tells the story of Jin Yiwei wisely arresting the black thief! The son does not know that the black thief is named Li Hu'er, who was originally a gangster in Cangzhou. Later, when he entered Beijing, he committed countless cases, even the Gonghou Mansion dared to steal. Later, he fell in love with a pipa-playing lady Wang San from Dongguanwaiwang’s mother’s house and spilled a lot of gold and silver on her. , I gave the little lady a few sets of jewels from the official madam, and the third lady Wang San put it on. It is really a rebirth of Xi Tzu, and the rebirth of Mao Mao...

He was addicted to talking, but Cui Xie didn't like to listen to this. He waved his hand and asked him to skip the useless ones, just talking about how Jin Yiwei investigated the case.

Cui Liangdong’s excited head asked him to interrupt, and he couldn’t brew his emotions for a while, and said dryly: “It’s the top-notch Jin Yiwei who called the investigation who saw it. They have seen the world and know that this is something that a talented person can use. It was not copied by an outside businessman, so he designed to lie in an ambush in Wang San's house and arrested him when the black robe came to the prostitute."

It's not good, but the story is good. My Da Ming Jin Yiwei carefully visited and investigated weathered places, seized clues, digging into the truth, and caught the famous bandit black-clothed thief. It was really tortuous and positive. It was enough to be on the legal program!

Although Daming does not have a TV station, there are dramas! Last time, the troupe was invited to sing at the Three Kingdoms TOP Five Conference. Can’t the troupe bosses invite experts to change the book?

This story is well written into a drama, and it is probably not worse than the detective Di Renjie!

Cui Xie's blood was surging, and he pressed his chest and said, "Are you still in contact with those people from the drama group? Can you find someone who can write the school? Such a good story is only spread by the common people. It’s a little wasted, it’s better to rehearse a play."

Cui Liangdong just asked him to make a long story short, thinking that he didn't like to listen to Jin Yiwei's story, and in the blink of an eye, I heard him say that he wanted to write this story into a playbook. I really couldn't understand what he was going to do.

Cui Xie glanced at him and said faintly: "The story you told is not true. Wait, when I write a copy of it, you can go and ask someone to edit the play." Wait for him to see how the movies on the hard drive are arranged. Rhythm, climax, expand this story into a four-fold play outline, ask people to rehearse the performance, and make Xie Qianhu famous.

The Pipa lady also had to change her personal settings—just like Diao Chan, in order to eliminate the committed gangsters, the undercover and Jin Yiwei who handled the case had a poignant love between life and death...

Of course, this protagonist can use a virtual character. Xie Qianhu should be a golden thigh with few appearances and high fashionable value.

He pondered for a long time, saw Cui Liangdong still standing next to him, and glanced at him wonderingly: "What are you doing while standing? There is nothing else here."

Cui Liangdong opened his mouth and looked at him for a long time, and said uneasily, "You can write dramas, son? You deserve to be a teacher of Hanlin Bachelor. If you are prosperous, don't you have to talk to the four former Guan Bai Zheng Ma Is it the same?"

Away from Guan Bai Zheng Ma, he is at best a street writer who sells outlines to novel websites. Shouldn’t the text be expanded by professionals?

Cui Xie shook his head and said calmly: "It's too early to talk about it, and I bought a few hospitals, and I will study it for a while."

Cui Liangdong finally knew what to do, and rushed to Ju'anzhai when he went out and asked for a full set of the Qinggui courtyard book made by King Ning Xian and Qiu Jijiu. Qiu Jijiu's drama has never been in the audience, but Ning Xianwang's is lively and interesting. Cui Xie studied the structure of the script and devoted his energy to the movies on the hard disk that were verified by the eyes of the masses.

He studies art at home, and Mr. Lu, who is on vacation in his hometown in Henan, is also studying art and the art of selling.

Juren, who came from a small county like him, has a very high status in a county, and it is a matter of course to go to the county office to make money.

This is also the unspoken rule of the officialdom. They also want to climb the younger brothers in the second list, and recount their friendship. Each Juren is a political achievement in the eyes of the county magistrate and a future official friend. This kind of magistrate under the county is sometimes from a literary background, but he entered the official career one step earlier than him, and would not feel much better than him.

Moreover, Lu Juren can still be regarded as an expensive person by returning to his hometown to promote education with capital and technology.

Cui Xie never intended to make a profit with pencils. When Lu Juren returned to his hometown, he brought back Xiaoqi's full experience in burning graphite refills. He also invested silver in the village and donated the graphite refills he burned to the society for free. learn.

Henan is similar to Beizhili, the place is poor, and the style of study is not prosperous. Not only is it not a big scientific research province, the annual quota of three talents can make the county magistrates and academic officials sad. With this graphite refill technology, words can be widely disseminated. Although I don't know whether it can teach talents, but at least a few Han boys can read and read, they have more hope.

The local county magistrate and Lu Juren’s newly-recognized brother Lu, only heard him say "reading", and did not ask other questions. He chose the best kiln and old kiln workers to help him, and burned out the hardness and thickness. Different graphite pens.

I burned it and gave it to the teachers and students to have a try. It was really useful: I used it to read and write articles and make drafts. I could save a lot of ink and the tip of a brush. . Over time, I can relieve the scholars a lot of money.

When Master Lu saw that it was feasible, he wrote to several county magistrates he knew to promote together. Lu Juren also traveled to the counties and took the "Graphite Yin Ji" printed by Cui Xie for them and technical notes to the local craftsmen. Technical support.

Several county magistrates jointly recommended him to Guide Mansion, expressing the benefits of the new pen.

The new prefect, Yan Zhifu, is a serious second-ranked scholar, and he is not as kind to Juren as the Juren officials in the small counties below. Look at Mr. Lu's slender face, his complexion is not very fair, his expression is not good, he is dry and hard when talking to people, neither kind nor funny, and he is a little sad when he meets him.

Lu Juren is a real celebrity, and he has his own foundation. When talking about the benefits of graphite refills, I took out the graphite collection that I had co-authored with my comrades and students, handed them in front of him with both hands, and said with a smile: "This is from the student and my younger brothers when I was a Xibein. The collection of poems composed by the disciples of the host family, I hope the adults will give some guidance."

Master Yan had watched the "Graphite Collection" sent by the prefects below, but he had never finished it. The book cover was colorfully printed, and it looked good, but even a few poems were chanting graphite, and the paintings were not very good-looking middle-aged scholars, so he didn't bother to turn it over.

Now when he is the face of Lu Juren, no matter how boring he is, he has to give him a face, and he said with a smile: "This episode of Lu Juren is very well printed. The official heard that Beizhili has printed a good color book in recent years. I have seen some of them before, but they are not as detailed as the color pictures in this book."

Lu Juren smiled and said: "The Shaodong of the best printing bookstore in Beizhili is the righteous brother of the young master who I sent to me. He also studied and learned painting under my hand, so he printed books for me. Be more serious than others."

What righteous brother of the young boss, isn't Cui Meiren who printed the best color pictures? With regard to Lu Juren's respectful face, such an old pedantic look, how could he have a relationship with Cui Meiren!

Master Yan smiled, shook his head slightly, and flipped the pages of his book, accidentally turning to a page of five-character ancient poems. Before he changed the page, Lu Juren suddenly coughed slightly, leaned toward him, pointed to the page and said, "This poem was written by the student's disciple who burned the graphite pen. He only learned to write poetry last year. The brushwork at the time was still very immature..."

Oh...this is Lu Juren's student. It is natural to write badly.

Master Yan was about to search his stomach and think about some scene words, but Lu Juren quickly took another sentence: "Although his time of learning to write poetry is short, his gains are fast. The student has returned to his hometown for two months, and his Tianzi spirit has been absorbed. Li Binzhi Li Xueshi's eyes in the imperial court--I received his letter from his family a few days ago, and he has already asked Li Xueshi to accept him as a disciple."

It's Li Xueshi... Is that Li Dongyang Li Xueshi? That Li Xueshi of Chaling Sect Sovereign? This student, taught by Lu Juren, was able to compose poems in the eyes of Xueshi Li. Could it be that his vision of poems is out of date? !

Yan Zhifu was shocked, rubbed his eyes, and read the ancient style several times from beginning to end. The more I read, it seems that I really read a bit of style from it, and I can't help but praise: "It is really ancient and awkward, and it is easy to craft. Brother Lu Xian can teach such a good student, which is the envy of the world. This book I have to go back to the good student to study the collection, and the graphite pen that Xian brother said... I don’t have to talk about it in the hall. I ask someone to have a banquet in the back hall, and let’s talk while eating.