Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

After Master Liu left, Cui Xie continued to see many people here.

He stayed in the inn as the son of a householder who helped Jin Yiwei capture the demon. Zhizhou sent his confidant to visit him. For whatever reason, the local officials and even the local clans refused to leave behind, or came to the door in person. Or send someone to visit him. The daily interaction of friends in the inn is almost like a hospitalization of a later-world internet celebrity, and reporters and media people rushing to interview one after another.

Of course, everyone tacitly forgot that his **** was broken by his father, only when the injuries on his body were all for the purpose of capturing the demon.

Before these people came, they had to give some advice from Master Liu. They never mentioned the stereotyped articles, poems and songs, and when they met him, they praised him for a few words of "great spirit" and "Dragon Zhang Fengzi". Shun Tang's new rap lyrics. Cui Xie racked his brains to learn from the Ming Dynasty people, pretending to not hear where he didn't understand, and those who involved his family members bowed their heads and wept, and then he would answer him distressedly by holding the inkstone, without revealing too many flaws.

After dealing with the guests, he had to pretend to miss his parents and life in the capital, and slowly learn about the original relatives and friends and past life from the father and son of Pengyan.

Pengyan is very soft-hearted. As long as he sighs and says a few words of homesickness, he will recall the situation at home with him; and Cui Yuan has followed his father since he was a child, and is very familiar with the situation of his father's generation, so he will change medicine for his injuries. At times, I often said "If Mrs. Is Here" what happens.

After ten days of hard struggle, he finally figured out the original family relationship.

Cui Jiazu was one of the people who were forced to relocate from the south to Beizhili during the Yongle period, but the old grandpa Cui was very good at farming and operating, earning more than ten hectares of good irrigated land. In his grandfather's generation, because he gave birth to Cui Que, a smart son who can read, he farmed the land with others and moved his wife and children to Qian'an County to pay him to school.

When Cui Que was eighteen years old, he married Liu, a daughter of a thousand households in Fucheng. Although his wife was from a military family, she was very elegant and could sing with her husband. After getting married, Cui Que made great progress in the examination room. In the second year of Chenghua, he was admitted to the Jinshi and elected the Beijing official. After that, he took his parents and his wife into the capital, and the county house Zidian gave a student who opened a school to apprentice.

Unfortunately, he is proud of his officialdom, but his family has not been going well. The old man had a stroke two years after entering Beijing; immediately after Mrs. Liu was so exhausted that she was pregnant with a sickness, she was so tired that she died of dystocia; the old lady had to serve her husband and take care of her newly born grandson, a few years later. Overwork became ill, and got distressed, so he had to send Xiao Cui Xie to the outer courtyard to study, and recuperate from the Buddha in the upper room.

After Mrs. Liu passed away, Cui Que felt that this was due to the feng shui of the ancestral tomb, so he returned to his hometown to rebuild the ancestral tomb, and moved the ancestral hall to the capital. After that, he married another daughter of the Shijing official, who is now his wife Xu, who is in charge of housework. The next year he gave birth to his second son, Cui Heng.

There are still a few concubines in the backyard of the Cui family. Only one concubine named Wu gave birth to a concubine, named Cui He, who is only five years old this year. There are two other daughters who were born, the eldest is sister Jiao, who was married to the uncle Xu’s son who was born in the same year two years ago. Now she is in Luzhou with her in-laws, and the younger sister is Yun, who is just over ten years old. Start to pick others.

As for the original body, there is nothing to say: I have been studying at home since I was a child, and I haven't even been out of the door a few times in my life. The relationship with the half-brothers was mediocre, they didn't make any friends outside, and they read the book sloppily—this was not what Cui Yuan and his son said, but he saw it from Master Liu’s attitude.

In short, if you don't go out, you will encounter a few old friends and relatives who are entangled in grievances.

These days he is living more tragically than college exam week. He has to consider every sentence before saying it again and again. He also needs to watch the reaction of the other party and adjust the topic in time. He is so tired that he has no books. Watch with energy. After getting out of the original owner's situation, he breathed a sigh of relief, buried his head in the bed, and slept happily for two days.

Only fourteen years old with this body, it is the time when the body is growing fastest, whether it is fatigue or injury, as long as you get enough rest, you can quickly recover.

After lying in the inn for half a month, the stick injuries on his hips and legs have almost healed. There is a piece of pink tender flesh where the scab fell off the edge, which is flush with the surrounding skin. As long as the color fades in the future, nothing will be seen. The incision on the shoulder was also scabs, there was no infection, and the movements of getting up didn't hurt, and it didn't affect the activities.

He observed for two more days and felt that his body was fine, so he asked Cui Yuan and his son to pack up, planning to go to Qian'an soon.

Holding the inkstone to pack up the luggage obediently, Cui Yuan was still a little reluctant to leave, and asked him: "Can you wait two more days, in case the lord hears that you helped Jin Yiwei catch the demon and don't regain your anger, send someone to pick us up." How about going back?"

Cui Xie shook his head: "Uncle Yuan, do you remember how many days we stayed in the inn?"

For half a month.

These days, the entire Tongzhou city has visited them. The pens, inks, papers, inkstones, and nourishing food were filled with boxes, and a few cleansers wrote poems and essays for him. Only the house in the capital was quiet, and even a piece of paper was not sent to them.

Cui Yuan didn't want to believe that his master was so indifferent to his son, but it counted as life. Thinking about the attitude of family members urging them to go out, he couldn't help being a bit discouraged.

He was afraid of provoking the little master’s sorrow, so he sighed back to his son: "Our master is a disciple of Wan Shoufu. Wan Shoufu and Commander Jin Yiwei Wan have joined his clan. The master also had some dealings with Jin Yiwei before. There is always something close to Shanghai. Why did Xie Qianhu speak for the young master, and said that we should wait for Xixin'er, but the master seems to have nothing like this?"

He wronged his master by thinking so. Because after Xie Qianhu's post was delivered to Cui Mansion, Cui Langzhong didn't even see it, so he was directly sent to Mrs. Xu in the backyard.

After reading the contents, Mrs. Xu personally moved to the candle to burn it.

Her confidant Di’s mother watched Huo Miao slightly licked off the seven words "Jin Yiwei Qianhu Xie Ying" on the cover. She was frightened and reminded her in a low voice: “This is after all Jin Yiwei’s post, although it is said that 'The matter is also related to the official duties outside the master. The lady burned like this. If the thousand households talked about this to the master, will the master blame you for your own opinions?"

Mrs. Xu shook her head and said calmly: "What can Jin Yiwei ask for our master, but it's just a trick to ask for money. Let's give a gift privately to end this matter, and it is also my duty to be a mother. That letter. I saw it, and it didn’t say that Brother Xie caused any misfortunes. Let’s treat him as meritorious and not guilty, and give him a hundred and twelve bucks, and don’t alarm the master."

Mother Di was still a little worried, afraid that Cui Que would know from outsiders that the eldest son had an accident in the future, and if she remembered the love between father and son, she would blame her for hiding him.

Mrs. Xu smiled softly: "If the master really feels bad, will he send him back to the country? His mother is a military daughter, but her fate is good. When the master married into Cui's family before entering school, he took up a wife. The position is not much higher than those in our backyard. What good son can you give birth to? That one is to stay in the capital and enter the Imperial College, but he can't be admitted to the Jurenjinshi. It is better to give the Yinsheng quota to Brother Heng. My mother won’t be harsh on him. In the future, when he gets older, I will find a competent and filial daughter-in-law for him and let him stay in his hometown and take care of the property.

Mother Di listened to Madam Di easily, so she chanted the Buddha, got up to blessing, and said: "If the madam has the decision, the slave and maid will go to prepare the gift and instruct the outer courtyard not to report this letter to the master."

Mrs. Xu nodded gently: "Go, what's the big deal. You also stare at me for Brother Heng, and let the people around him take care of his illness. Don't rush to get out of bed for two days. I listened to someone’s advice outside, and when I came back to see his injuries, I naturally stopped thinking about it."

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Father and son Cui Yuan didn’t avoid others when he was packing things. The owner of the inn heard that he was leaving, so he hurried over to persuade him: "Does Mr. Cui think that I am not entertained here? If the house is not tidy, I will ask someone to do it for you. Clean up; if the shop is not clean enough, and my house is not far away, and there is an empty yard at home, please ask the young man to move in, so it is convenient for studying and going to school."

Cui Xie lived in this inn, just like the underground party sneaked into Agent Wang Puppet No. 76, Zhen Ri Lao was heartbroken, his hair was almost white, and he was able to get up so easily that he had to leave.

Yan Yuan persuaded: "Qian'an was hit by floods last summer, and many houses were destroyed in and out of the county town. This year, rice, vegetables, vegetables are very expensive, and it is not a place where you can study quietly. The son lives in our shop. Wouldn’t it be better to send someone back to fix the house before moving?"

Cui Xie shook his head very firmly.

These days, he had a lot of dealings with people in the Ming Dynasty, especially those in the government, and he had silently remembered the customs of this era, and he was no longer the former Xinnen traverser whose eyes were blackened. Since he was determined to leave, he had already prepared a reason that the ancients could not refuse, and threw it outside the Yan Yuan-he wanted to return home to sacrifice.

In the Ming Dynasty, it was emphasized that death is like life. It is about loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness. The strict staff could not stop any more, so they asked the chef to prepare a lot of dry food, road vegetables, and cured meats, and arranged for hired workers to help them tie up the gifts they gave when they came to visit these days, and rented a spacious car. A comfortable cart sent them home.

They eat and live for nothing in the inn, but cannot leave for nothing before leaving. Cui Xie used the excuse that writing would involve the wound on his shoulder, so he called Pengyan ghostwriter, copied a copy of Zhenjiang balsamic vinegar recipe produced during the Daoguang reign, sealed it in an envelope and handed it to Yan.