Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Around New Year's Day, there was heavy snow in Qian'an. The prince came back and sat at his house after giving the gift, holding a tea cup and sighed: "This year the weather is bad. It snowed when I went to Beijing, and it snowed again when I came back to Qian'an. My brother, I almost froze to death on the road. Fortunately, I gave the gift this year. It's going well, I still entrust you to Brother Cui."

Cui Xie asked jokingly: "Why, could it be that you sent me the note that the old folks like it too?"

Not only did he like it, but many people asked him if Qian'an really produced such a beautiful Cui. But this kind of thing is not easy to tell in front of me. Wang Dashao glanced at him with a smile, and changed his words: "I went to meet that Xie Qianhu. This is really an irritating person. Even I have no friendship and no posts. The wicked guests who came to the door were also entertained, and they shared the coldness with me for a long time. I know I don't have this face, most of them are thanks to Brother Cui."

Cui Xie said politely: "That's because Xie Qianhu has a good temper, and it's also because you fell in love with me. What kind of face can I have. Brother Wang, who is not willing to have a good relationship with a rugged man like this?"

Wang Xiangzhen shook his head slowly: "Brother Cui looked down on himself. Brother Cui made a bet with you-either year or year later, he has to send someone to give you the gift of returning the small box, dare you bet? ?"

When he left Xie’s house, the car had been put in a gift from Xie Jiabei, but there was no Cui Xie alone. Why? He doesn't think that Xie Qianhu is the kind of person who looks at gifts simply and conveniently. The sentence "I asked him for a table" has a lot of meaning!

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Cui Xie more. Cui Xie did not pay attention to his deep meaning, and said happily, "Okay. If Xie Qianhu really returned the gift, it was only when Brother Wang gave me a gift. If there is something in it, I will divide it into half. Brother Wang."

"I'm afraid that by then, Brother Cui will be reluctant." Prince Wang smiled meaningfully, got up and left.

His prediction was quite accurate. After the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, an ordinary black wagon drove to the Ji Gongyifang. Ordinary people can't ride the archway, so the people in the car jumped off, knocked on the door where the sacred decree was inscribed, and handed a big red post.

The cover of the post was simply printed with the words "Jin Yiwei Thousand Households Thanks", but the entire Cui family was alarmed. Cui Xie came out of the study in the West Wing and looked at the rare clear blue sky in winter, quite a feeling of nothing tonight.

The prince made a bet, how could it come true? I just gave something that was not worth five or two, so did Xie Qianhu's family send people to return the gift?

He stood outside and took a few more breaths of cold air before stepping into the flower hall. Xie Shan hurriedly set aside the tea cup, got up and saluted, and said respectfully: "The villain Xie Shan, is the long-term follower of Master Xie from Qianyiwei's thousands of households. Today, by the order of the master, I will give the son something."

He handed over Xie Qianhu's letter and gift list, and smiled: "My master loves the portraits given by the son, and he specially ordered the young man to buy paint and white silk to give to the son, so that the son can make more good paintings in the future. People are also fortunate to have a look at that painting. It's like looking in a mirror, just looking at the facial features. It's a bit more handsome than our thousand households!"

Cui Xie smiled restrainedly, the corners of his lips barely moved, only the light in his eyes flashed, and a slight joy was revealed. He humbly said: "Where, Lord Xie is so charming, Cui hasn't caught his three-point charm yet."

Xie Shan compared the gentle and handsome man in the painting with the cold smile of his own adult when he went out with Tiqi. He felt that he was being self-effacing, and he repeatedly praised: "The son We are self-effacing. Thousands of us are accustomed to seeing famous masterpieces. How can we not see that your paintings are better than this famous Cui Meiren in Qian'an? He kept them forbidden! Small ones are also seen on the market. The four beautiful pictures that are beyond imitation are far less than the one painted by Cui Gongzi for our thousand families."

Cui Xie almost got up from the chair in a loss of state, forced to sit down firmly, and asked stiffly: "Cui Meiren?"

Xie Shan nodded and said: "I was still thinking about whether the son and Cui Meiren would be his own family. Some of those selling Simei Tu in Jingli said that Cui Meiren was the owner of Zhirong Study, and some said she It's the boss's concubine, does the son know the truth?"

Cui Mei... Boss Cui turned his head and looked at the Xiaosuo yard outside the door, coughed slightly, and stiffly said: "The beauty of Cui is only a misrepresentation from outside, and there is actually no such person. I have lived in Qian'an for a few times. Months, don’t you know the truth? The four beautiful pictures are the work of a famous artist, and Zhirong Study occasionally got this work and printed it as a picture note. If thousands of adults like it, I still have a few copies in my family, please brother Take me back."

Xie Shan bowed quickly, and replied with a smile on his face: "My grown-up got a picture of the son, so how can I see any beautiful paper! But the real Cui beautiful paper is extremely rare in Beijing, and the younger one is shameless. Rewarded."

He patronized Meiren's note at first, and when he could get the note, he stayed for a meal and drank Cui Jiacun's shochu before remembering the recipe for the wine Cui Xie had given.

This is what Xie Qianhu told him to stare at for half a year. How can he not show his merit if he has done it all?

He insisted on drinking, specially asked Cui Xie again, and said exaggeratedly: "Our master ordered the Chuangzi to try the brew six months ago, but unfortunately it was only a month or two before we got it, otherwise it will be delivered to the son today. The master really missed the son, and he didn't forget it. It was a pity to look at the paintings of the son that day when he was young-it was our master! He saw what he saw, so he had to put it in a box If it is the portrait of the son, it must be hung on the wall!"

...It’s normal to hang your own portrait at home, but shame to hang other men’s portraits!

Cui Xie didn't know where to start complaining. But thinking about Xie Qianhu always remembering his wine, it was not because of the gift from Prince Wang that he remembered that such a person came, and there was a little joy in his heart. He handed the letter that was temporarily expelled to Xie Shan, and said with a smile: "Please be in charge of surpassing thousands of adults on my behalf. I always remember his words. I dared not relax my studies one day. I only hope to meet in Beijing as soon as possible. "

After sending off Xie Shan, he only left a jar of wine and the paints specially designed for him, and personally escorted the rest of the food to the king's command house.

When Wang Xiangzhen saw that he had sent these things, he was like Zhuge Liang who had won Sima Yi, and said with a smile: "I guessed that he had to send someone to send it to you alone. You must have picked these. Then you What's the leftover? It's not convenient for Fang to tell my brother?"

Cui Xie said frankly: "Naturally, it is something that Brother Wang doesn't need. I gave Xie Qianhu a portrait. He thought I was going to paint, and he was afraid that I could not afford good paint, so he gave me a few. ."

Wang Xiangzhen "tsk": "I can't think of the things you scholars use. Not to mention this, brother, I really want to thank you. There is news from Jingli. Your four pictures of beautiful children Chen Tongzhi are extremely Fancy, maybe in the past two years, my father, the Xingtun Youwei commander, also had a chance to move."

Cui Xie hurriedly got up and put his hands together, and said with a smile: "That's going to congratulate the old man."

The prince thanked: "Tongxi, Tongxi, if I move away, I will definitely vacate the yard behind your bookstore to save you from squeezing together with the craftsmen. But your Four Beauties have given out more people this year. , It won’t be so new in the future. When will you release new ones?"

Last year it was easy to say, but this year's time is a bit tight. Furthermore, Mr. Lin told him to study hard every day, and he would not get new manuscripts for him, and there was nothing to print for a while.

Cui Xie thought for a while and asked him, "Does Brother Wang want to see it for himself or give it away? If I want to give it away, I gave away a few sets of hand-copied Diamond Sutras by the eldest at home a few days ago. Now I want to print a few copies. It’s a good gift for the New Year. If you read it yourself, you’ll have to wait for me to find a new manuscript for printing."

The prince spread his hands and said, "I don’t like reading or reciting scriptures. You are embarrassing me. There are so many scripts and novels out there. You can just find one with some beautiful pictures and just print them. !"

That doesn't work, he is a man of integrity, and he has to print books without copyright disputes.

He went back to discuss with the shopkeeper Ji, and the shopkeeper slapped the book case and shouted: "Then what new manuscripts are needed! New books are not as popular as "Three Kingdoms". The son is so good at painting. General 08, I promise to sell better than the Four Beauties!"

That is Water Margin One hundred and eight...

Cui Xie shook his head, chuckled lightly, and agreed with him to print the Diamond Sutra and the Three Kingdoms in Japan. There are so many editions of these two books, they don't need to print them themselves, they just go to other bookstores to buy a set of finely proofed engravings, and then add pictures to print them. The two finalized the next book release plan, and Cui Xie asked again: "How did the vote count for "Lianfanglu" choose the first beauty? If it is more obvious, I will show the picture."

The shopkeeper Ji stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The old man calls out the number of people every day. There are still more people who vote for Wanning. There are 410 votes. Those three are 30 or 40 votes short. By the Lantern Festival After all, it’s hard to catch up with the fear. After all, it’s the son who has the wisdom to print Wanning’s gifted pictures by three points. Don’t look at her papers are published early. Those guests just read the picture books donated in the book. Want her paintings!"

Cui Xie smiled with satisfaction and promised to draw pictures immediately and let him prepare for the printing after the festival.

After the shopkeeper left, his smile on his face receded, and he sighed secretly at the drawing paper: "It's a pity that it's an illiterate pinch. If you pinch red and white roses in a book, it will be a **** storm, and the fans will pay for it. "

If you can find a good writer, change these boring stories and write some new ideas.

He drew a picture of the festival and took the time to perfect the "Four Books". After a few months of correcting in such a fragmented manner, he could really recite the four books, just pick a word or two, and he could know which one, which chapter, and what the previous sentence was, without starting from the beginning.

After this exercise, and looking at the collection of small questions sent by Master Liu, I feel that the questions are very cordial, and the meanings of the words are in my chest. I can answer the unreliable question of "You can be ashamed as a bird, the king of poetry, Yunmu and Muwen" by yourself, and you can also answer the question "Madam is not as good as a bird, it is shameful, as shameful as the King of Wen" In this way, it is possible to break the problem of Scripture.

After the New Year's Day and Lantern Festival holidays, it was already the 20th of the first lunar month, and it was less than a year before the Jiachen annual test. The year of Guimao is the year of the provincial examination. There is no two examinations for ages, and Mr. Lin does not intend to test for people. He intends to follow the primary school students in this study to review desperately, hoping to suppress a few talents.

After school officially started, he doubled the daily homework of the children, and then brought Cui Xie into the classroom, flipped through the homework he did during the holidays and the single copy of the "Four Books", and said with satisfaction: "You Being able to make this book shows that you have really eaten the book of saints. Now your book of poetry is almost done, and you should follow the "Four Books" so right, but you are not allowed to find the opposite in the same poem, you can do it get?"

Choi Xie put his hands down and said obediently, "Students must do their best."

Mr. Lin smiled and said warmly: "I know that you have more homework for you than others, and you are tired of learning every day, but sir, this is also for your future. There are more than a dozen children in our books. There are fourteen communities in the county, twelve village communities outside the county, Sanmintun, and Juntun. Together, there are at least a few hundred children, and Qian’an County only allows twenty students to be recruited each year. Weak, if you don’t learn more than others, how can you beat the people in this county?"

Yes, the admission rate in Qian'an, where the style of study is not considered prosperous, is so low. The second young master of the Cui family was born in Shuntian Mansion, and the exam was more difficult. No wonder Mrs. Xu could kill in order to get her son a place in the Imperial College.

But he was also a person from the college entrance examination. The difficulty of being admitted to 985 is much higher than this. How can he be afraid of this elimination rate? He bit his lip and smiled, raised his eyes to look at the husband, and said firmly: "Just don't worry, Mr. I can handle the extra homework. Students must pass the annual exam next year."

Mr. Lin looked at his burning eyebrows, as if he had seen himself who had been admitted to the examination room many years ago and fearlessly. He was also excited in his heart: "Okay! There must be such an indomitable spirit in the examination field! Today, as a teacher, I will teach you the eight-comparison method. From now on, you will learn to write an entire article. When I look at your homework I will no longer be more relaxed than others, but treat yours like those who have passed the exams."

The author has something to say: "People can be worse than birds, the king of poetry, cloud and Mu Wen" and the broken title are all from Hou Meizhen, "Study on Eight-part Essays in Ming and Qing Dynasties"