Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

At the poem meeting, when the students, Confucian scholars and children were vying to show their talents in poetry, these masters, examiners, and the highly anticipated number one talented person in Qian'an, actually left the poems behind and discussed the pictures?

Or what beauty paper?

The ears are gone after other names, but the fragrant name of "Beauty Jian" is extremely exciting for scholars. After Tang Ning finished writing the poem in twos or twos, he also threw down the pen to get to the chief, wanting to see what that beautiful note was like.

Before looking at it, he sketched out a picture of a beautiful woman in his mind, ready to pick out the fault on the note; after seeing it, the beauty in his heart disappeared without a trace, only the beauty on the note was deeply imprinted. In his heart.

How can there be such a lively, charming and charming beauty in the world!

He wanted to **** one away, but he was scrupulous about his identity and the gaze full of talented scholars. He endured and endured, and he only asked: "Who is in the picture, son?"

Cui Xie also looked at the beauty in the painting, with a gentle smile on her lips: "She is called Awan, she is a fox girl, but she is innocent and gentle by nature, because she fancy the talent of Fang Ning, the scholar who stayed at the ancient temple overnight. She gave him gold and silver to take him to Beijing for exams. After he returned from Chinese style, he realized that he was a monster and was not worthy of a Jinshi, so she tried her best to marry him a beautiful woman. Finally, she took Fang Ning's name. The suffix of Ning is affixed to his name, and he returns to the mountains and fields alone, and misses Fang Ning for life."

He spoke with compassion, as if he was telling the story of a lovely demon who really exists in the world. Tang Ning listened as if it were true, and sighed, "I am also named Ning, so why don't I have the blessing to meet such a beautiful woman."

He looked up at Cui Xie and said, "Can Cui Shidi send me a picture note so that I can write a poem for Wanning to show the virtue of being a beautiful woman?"

The smile at the corner of Cui Xie’s mouth slowly spread, and he took out a few drawing notes from the box and handed them to him cherishedly. He replied: "Brother brother can love Wanning as much as I do. Cui Xie is overjoyed in his heart, just a few drawing notes. What's it worth."

Tang Ning returned home holding the drawing paper, but was reluctant to write on it, and first typed the manuscript with ordinary paper. The student next to him took the opportunity to take a sheet of paper, unfolded the drawing paper, and was immediately impressed by the beauty in the painting.

Few people at the Double Ninth Festival on this day are still thinking about enjoying the chrysanthemum, and being able to write the poem on Cui Xie's beauty note has become a more glorious thing than being sung by a prostitute. Even the daughters who have been invited are not allowed to write poems for them by scholars, but only ask for a beautiful note.

Cui Xie brought dozens of pictures, but there were only six or seven boys at the Chongyang Poetry Conference, and there were more than ten winners. They really had to be allocated according to their heads. One person has enough money, and these people are still willing to write poems and lyrics for him. advertising. But in this case, he can still control his reason, remember to engage in hunger marketing.

Even if it is for this group of people who may become spokespersons, they must be stretched, not easily!

He smiled apologetically: "These notes are for me to write down the masterpieces at the meeting, and I will show them to Brother Zhao Shi. If you seniors and classmates want it, it is feasible to teach the craftsmen to print them when I get home. In the future, I will draw the papers of the beautiful women in the other three novels to compensate you. May you not blame me for being stingy today."

No blame, no blame... It's just such a good comment, it would be a pity if the title is a general poem.

Mr. Lin picked and selected, and selected and selected, only to choose three poems worth mentioning on the drawing notes, and let him copy the rest with ordinary manuscript paper, and cherishly said: "Your drawing notes are rare. Treasures, mediocre poems on the title are violent things."

The best of the first three poems is still Guo Yong, followed by a young student named Wang Pu, and again an old scholar Zhao Yangcui. Tang Ning's hurried poem was not selected, but he got three full sheets of paper, which is envious of others.

Several people who are particularly fond of painting even couldn't help but imitate Tang Ning, willing to write poetry and composition for the fox girl in exchange for a piece of paper. As soon as this beginning began, other people began to put down their shelves and exchange poems for paper. Cui Xie was full of joy, satisfying them one by one, and regretfully said: "I only hate that I can't speak, and I can't tell the stories of those four strange women. The story is as wonderful as the original, if the direct endorsement is too stiff, it hurts the beauty of the original text. When I turn back to my bookstore and print the book, you can see the stories of those beautiful women with your own eyes."

Asking him to draw a note and hook a story for a long time, the gifted men and prostitutes at the meeting had an urge to buy a book. Even Mr. Lin couldn't help but start recalling the sample manuscripts he had read, thinking about whether the set of books was really so touching.

Could it be that the time he watched was too short that day? Or are you just busy revising and not taking a closer look?

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After the poem commentary, the top three masterpieces were copied on the drawing notes and returned to the author, and the rest of their own girls’ school books were plucked and sung. There are not very good poems of children that can be written on the drawing notes, but they also picked the first name and let the poetry prostitute sing and drink.

After the banquet, everyone went to the mountains to climb high and look far away, adorned the cornel, ate Chongyang cakes, and drank chrysanthemum wine. They did the customs of Chongyang and left the feast after noon.

The scholars still have a seat at night, but the Confucian boys have to go home to live and go down the mountain earlier. Shen Yi arranged for someone to set up the car early, and Cui Yuan and his sons came back to wait for him after lunch. At this time, they went back together.

At the time of parting, many people Yin Yin urged him to print more drawing notes earlier, and they asked people to buy them when they returned. Cui Xie agreed very happily, and only made one request to them: "This drawing paper will be printed more slowly. In the future, when the supply is not available, you don't have to go to the store to urge you, just come to my house and say, wait for the craftsman to print. Come out, I will ask my servant to send it to you."

It should be slower than drawing.

Everyone did not have the slightest objection. Tang Ning also sighed: "Young Master Cui is an affectionate person, and affectionate people often emphasize righteousness and are the ones to associate with. Tang will inevitably go to your house often in the future."

Guo Yong also smiled and said, "Although the autumn test is about to come, I am afraid I can't help but focus on it here."

With these two talents taking the lead, other scholars don't care that he hasn't even tried the county exam, and they are willing to treat him as a little friend who can talk about poetry and books, not just a bookstore owner.

Mr. Lin, this proud disciple, was accepted by others, and he was more happy than he had made friends. He thanked everyone for taking care of him. When he was parting, he couldn't help but teach a few words to tell him not to indulge in novels and not waste too much time. When drawing and writing notes, you still have to focus on your homework.

Cui Xie was taught honestly, lowered his head and replied: "Sir, don't worry, I don't dare to do anything else until I finish my homework."

"Well, that is because the schoolwork is not tight enough." Mr. Lin twisted his beard: "Since you still have enough energy to study, you can follow me to learn the original problem after you come back from the holiday."

…If you don’t say that you can paint only after you finish your studies, wouldn’t you be less eager to add new lessons?

But this idea only passed away, and he didn't really want to learn. These days he has done a lot of big questions and memorized dozens of small questions about the county, government, and Taoist examinations. He has mastered the ideas of cutting on, off, sentimental, and ruthless. Time to write down.

The lecture begins under the subject and the original question. After the lecture, there are questions, eight comparisons, and a big conclusion... If you don’t hurry down to school, how can you write enough to pass in these five hundred days? Articles of the county test?

The prestige among the scholars must also be brushed, and their own knowledge must be grasped. Both hands have to be hard, so that it is easier to pass these three children's tests, which are almost entirely determined by the examiner's own preferences.

He smiled and said sincerely to Mr. Lin: "Yes, thank you for your love."

Mr. Lin pressed the post very much in his heart, nodded and said, "It's rare that you are sensible."

Several seniors who were fined for copying "University" looked at him incredulously. After getting in the car, they still whispered: "Junior Cui is so easy to learn?" He is a great son, who can convince a county's literary students at a young age with a note. What does he want to study so hard? It's not too late for twenty candidates!

And Cui Xie, who was regarded as a model of aspiration by them, put his study behind when he got home, threw the poems to Pangyan for copying, and turned around and went into the backyard studio for a meeting.

The printers in the bookshop are also looking forward to the results of the owner's promotion to the poetry club. Even the shopkeeper is waiting here. After entering the door, they ask him: "Master, how did the drawing respond?"

When Cui Xie arrived here, he finally didn’t have to pretend, and he smiled: "Okay, excellent, very good. There are counts here today. Each of them has three or two bonuses. Zhang Da and Zhao Shi, two masters, will add two or two more. ICBC sent it together."

The craftsmen are simply overjoyed.

Although Cui Xie set up a bonus at the beginning, he was able to print the paper like this in the end. Most of the credit was given to the beauty picture he drew, and he also contributed a little bit of the credit. Those handymen who only do the work of preparing plates, preparing materials, dyeing papers, etc. are even more overjoyed. They are chanting Thousand Bodhisattvas and Ten Thousand Bodhisattvas, wishing to go to the temple to offer incense for him.

Cui Xie waved his hand and said, "Don't be too busy to thank you. Starting today, you will be working overtime to print the paper. I will also draw a few more colorful pictures while I have time. Print on the front."

After arranging the task of the craftsman, he specifically called the treasurer to come over and asked in private: "I know that you know many bookstores outside and have a lot of printing work. Can you know who is willing to take personal work?"

The shopkeeper suddenly sweated on his forehead and hot cheeks. He swears: "Little old man dare not do that anymore. It was a moment of confusion when the old man called the craftsmen out to pick up the work. If I knew that the young man was back home so soon, I would wait. I must guard the poverty and wait for you to come back!"

Cui Xie shook his head slightly and calmly said: "I didn't ask you to turn over the old account. I got a lot of talented poems from the poetry fair before. Let's publish a Shen Yuan poetry collection, clip it with color pictures, and sell it for a while. , Let the scholars don’t forget us. If the four novels cannot be engraved, our workshop will focus on color pictures, and we will hire day workers to engrave the text version."

The shopkeeper Ji settled down and said in a deep voice: "There is a lame man in Takto City who can carve without stealing the master's version. His son can also be a small worker. If the owner can see them..."

Cui Xie waved his hand: "I don't care about these, you can just watch it. You and your planner, Fang, you are in charge of the store, whoever sells a set I will give them three cents, and they will also sell you the two. Just to mention, if it can be sold to other places, there will be other divisions. But if someone prints our manuscript in advance, I will definitely report to the official, and you will also be jointly and severally liable."

When the shopkeeper listened to the money, his heart seemed to jump out of his chest. Even in Qian'an, someone would be willing to buy such a picture note. If it can be shipped to the capital and the south, it will be no problem to sell tens of thousands of sets!

He even sweated a little with excitement for the scene he had imagined, wiped his forehead, raised his eyebrows and said: "Don't worry, the young boss, the old man will take care of the shop for you!"

Cui Xie took a deep look at him: "I believe you. Let Huang's wife cook more meat these days, you are busy, don't let your body break."

After arranging these tasks, he will be able to take care of himself. When Cui Xie went back, he asked Pengyan non-stop for the best poems in the other three essays. First, he put a felt mat on the table and put a layer of glue on the table. He closed his eyes and opened the little pornographic film to find out what is in the poem. Draw the corresponding role of the beauty.

The heroines of the four manuscripts are gods, immortals, demons, and ghosts. The demons refer to extinct creatures. The other three are found in the two folders of ancient Hong Kong-folklore/ideology.

The goddess wears a nine phoenix hairpin on her head, a red peony pattern robe, and eight Xiang skirts, and a gold phoenix tail skirt is tied around her waist. It is noble and beautiful, which makes people afraid to look at her. The female fairy is in a yellow shirt and purple skirt, her hair is combed with a cloud updo, her feet are covered by clouds, her long silk draped in the air, her expression is cold and not stained with the mundane. The female ghost is a plain white tunic, with only a slanted hairpin and a white night flower on her head, her eyebrows are slightly frowned, her body is thin, and her desolate and pitiful color is embarrassing.

A demon girl, a royal sister, a high cold, and a cute girl, who have collected all the cute points of harem comics for many years, enough to attract all potential customers!

While Mr. Chongyang Festival was about to stay in Shenyuan, and the next morning was on holiday, he drew two sets of seven color pictures. The heroine in the picture is basically a single person, and occasionally draw a hero's back and clothing corners for readers to substitute.

After drawing two sets of pictures, the whole morning is almost gone. He looked at the sky, then put down his pen, took a few drawing notes and the poems he copied down to Zhao Gao's neighboring house to coax the children. Zhao Yinglin didn’t really blame him at first. He got the poem and the drawing notes. He had no other thoughts. He was overjoyed and said, “I’ll keep him first, and I will write good poems and essays later. The handwritings and articles of the author are still a bit unworthy of this note... Brother Cui Shi, can I give this note to my brother?"

Cui Xie replied with a smile: "The things that have been given to you are naturally left at your disposal. This drawing note is just starting to be printed now, and there are few prints. In the future, I will give you a few more boxes. Don't be so reluctant."

Zhao Yinglin shook his head repeatedly, and said clearly: "This is the goods yours sells. I will buy it myself if I want to. There is no one who always asks you to spend money. In the future, you will come to my house if you want to use good paper for printing and printing. My father and my father will definitely give you a good price, don't go outside and let those profiteers pit you."

This child is so sensible, Cui Xie also wants to touch his head. It's a pity that he wore a Confucian scarf on his head. He was not as good as holding inkstone. He could only rub his fingers with regret, nodded and laughed: "Then my bookstore will rely on your home to provide paper."

The two elementary school students can be regarded as clearing up their previous suspicions, and they can make an appointment to go to school together.

After school started, Cui Xie continued to read and paint, staring at the backyard printing papers and engraving books. Because the color notes are printed finely and slowly, at most dozens of copies can be printed a day. The printed notes are given priority to the scholars who order from the Chongyang Poetry Club before they can be sold in the store.

However, three days later, Prince Wang Xiangzhen suddenly came to his door as a guest. He really sent him a docile white horse and a sword. He backed away, like a thief, and opened a scroll of beautifully drawn colors. Figure——

It is Wanning the demon fox he printed!

It's just that the picture is a vertical scroll that the artist has been asked to zoom in. The facial features of the characters are also more slender and slender than the pictures of ordinary ladies, not as bright and three-dimensional as his paintings.

Cui Xie asked in surprise, "Where did this picture come from?"

The prince raised his eyebrows, showing a romantic smile, and leaned into his ear and said: "This was obtained by a Zhenfu's son under my father, and he said it was Cui Meiren's paper. Those scholars are hiding them. Before showing it to others, he also tried his best to find a picture drawn by someone. Tsk tsk, I don’t know what kind of beauty can make this paper, it can be regarded as a contemporary Xue school book... I pay this painting myself. If you didn’t leave it warm, I’ll give it to you. Isn’t your brother interesting enough to treat you?

...Cui Meiren's note!

Whoever called this name out, dare to separate Cui Jian from Meiren Jian!