Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

The subtotal treasurer and Cui Qi sent Cui Xie home.

The Cui family knew that Cui Yuan and his son followed the young master to Qian'an, and they were released when they came back. They also earned a storefront. In the past, I just listened and didn’t realize anything, but now I look at the little boy Pengyan wearing a newly made gown, wearing a soft towel, and decently dressed, coming to the door like a guest, and the family members up and down are filled with emotions. Envy--

They spent half their lives in the Cui family, and they didn't earn a few tiles or a few pieces of soil. The father and son were not very proud at home. After only a few days with the young master, they are also a beloved family and business! In the future, this little brother holding the inkstone will marry a wife and give birth to a big fat boy. Will he become a rich man in a few years?

They were jealous and feverish in their hearts, hoping that the eldest son would be in charge of the family for a few years, and then they would be able to gain some benefits and earn a share of the family business.

The subtotal shopkeeper didn't have so many people paying attention. He also visited the Cui family with his dad in his life, and was bombarded away before he even took the money. The rest of the people in the family didn't even recognize him, only that he was the general treasurer brought by Cui Qi. Cui Xie didn't mention his identity, only that he was the treasurer of Tongzhou, who came to the house to discuss the business, and asked someone to arrange to be sent to his bedroom, and then clean a guest courtyard to keep the two people living.

Now he is the person in this family who sets up the door, even if it is not as banal as the former Mrs. Xu, there are servants who rush to flatter him. A few small servants were fighting to clean up the yard, and they also went to the kitchen for refreshment for him. Cui Xie asked people to move the things in the car into his room, and ordered everyone to stay outside the yard and lead the two henchmen in. A small study room.

It is now when the two elderly people are taking a nap, they are not in a hurry to ask for peace, and the account can be delayed. The most important thing is to let them both look at the sub-page color map and ask them if the craftsman can understand it.

Cui Xie took the two newly drawn pictures out of the painting tube and asked them to discuss them together.

Ji looked at the artwork divided into small pieces with very fine ink lines, each piece was assigned the color and printing sequence of the artwork, and nodded: "This painting is too detailed. In fact, their craftsmen are all familiar with printing. You should be able to figure out how to print your son’s paintings. Even if you don’t make it once, ask them to sculpt a few more plates and paint them again. It’s fine if you’re busy with your work, son.”

Cui Xie shook his head and said, "I will make less, and the craftsmen will have to think about it. Firstly, it takes time, and secondly, it may not be what I want. Now I am in Beijing and it takes five or six days to go back and forth. They didn't get it right and didn't find me anywhere. The printed color was wrong, and I had to worry about it twice. It's better to separate the color plates when I paint by myself and specify the color, so that I won't have to worry about it in the future."

Cui Qi hurriedly said: "I will help my eldest brother to paint! When I was learning to paint with those artisans, I drew your pictures. I dare not say anything else. If I cover the lines with thin paper, I can always paint seven or eight points. The coloring is also good, won't it save you a lot of work?"

Cui Xie squeezed the tip of his nose and said, "It's good to hold the inkstone. Brother will rely on you in the future."

Cui Qi's face was slightly red after pinching, and he buzzed: "Big brother is drunk, I'll ask someone to make sober soup for you."

He took the hand away, turned around and ran to the kitchen, his movements were agile and he was more familiar with this house than Cui Xie. Cui Xie leaned in the armchair and watched him go out. He shook his head and smiled: "This kid runs so fast, and I don't know what messy medicinal soup is being cooked."

I drank a bowl of bitter and salty medicinal soup at Xie’s house just now. The effect of the hangover was not good, and it was not as good as silver.

Seeing that his expression was still a little slow, Ji Du persuaded: "You must rest for a while first, what else will you say when you wake up?"

Cui Xie waved his hand.

He still has a bunch of pictures unpainted, where does the time come to sleep?

Not to mention the new clothes to be made for Xie Qianhu, their "Six Talents Version of Three Kingdoms" is still waiting for a draft. This book can print five chapters in one volume. Each chapter should be accompanied by two large cross-page pictures. When important figures appear on the stage, they should also draw a full-length picture of the front or half of the picture, which will be printed as a retrofit note in the future. After the Wolong hanging filial piety painting is finished, I have to paint Xiao Qiao with filial piety seriously. In the next chapter, when the horse goes out of the field, I have to draw a big picture of Jinmachao. Then there are the first two famous scenes of Ma Chaoxing's revenge and Cao Mengde's resignation...

In his mind, he calculated which pictures to draw, and asked the subtotal treasurer to stay at home for a few days, and waited for him to draw them and take them away.

Ji Du was worried about the business in Tongzhou, and said with a smile: "Then Cui Qi stays in Beijing. The younger one is in Tongzhou. It will not take a few hours to enter the city. After this trip, I will go back first. When will the son finish the drawing? Get the small ones again."

"I almost forgot that you were in Tongzhou, but when you came here as far as from home."

Cui Xie also smiled, staring straight at somewhere in the sky, and couldn't help but want to persuade him to sleep. However, what he said was not drunk at all: "Then you stay overnight, and when I check the account and go back, I will send some clever guys to Beijing to do something later."

When Ji Du heard the boss's instructions, he immediately cheered up and didn't persuade him to go to bed. If you want to persuade him, you must first listen to what he said.

Cui Xie looked at the white wall on the side, seemingly sluggish, but thoughtfully and said: "We have three stores in our house. I don't think the business conditions are very good. The accounts are all messed up, and the shopkeeper doesn't tell the truth in front of me. You ask someone to come into the store to see which of the three stores’ goods and prices are the best selling products. Then hire a few Hanako to count the number of people coming and going on the street outside the store’s entrance every hour and how many people enter the store. , The peak and trough times of passenger flow..."

At the beginning, Ji Du just listened. Later, I heard him talk about things that he had never heard of before and didn’t know of any use. I was afraid I couldn’t remember, so he hurriedly took off the charcoal pen and notebook he brought with him from his waist. recording. After all, Cui Xie took a break to drink tea. He quickly painted a few characters that only he could understand. He took the time to write down the next few, then raised his head and asked: "What is the use of letting you remember these? I really don't see it. understand."

This is a project to be done during the market survey of modern enterprises. Don't mention the treasurer of the DPRK, the entrepreneurs during the industrial revolution still don't understand it.

Choi Xie stared at this when doing research when he was working for people. Nowadays, Feng Shui takes turns. When I become the boss who makes others stare at the number, I feel unexplainable comfort in my heart, and smiles mysteriously: "I don't understand now, I will understand when I get the data. Then I will teach you... "

Boss, I have many statistics and analysis tables, line graphs, histograms, pie charts, and histograms waiting to teach you how to do it. When you are transferred to Beijing in the future, you can also write hand-made PPT with Xiaopengyan...

Looking at Cui Xie’s bright eyes, Ji Du felt a slight chill at the back of his neck. He rubbed his neck and cursed himself: What do you do with this sentence! The host is the superintendent of the Imperial College, the child prodigy interviewed by the emperor, don't you know more than your little shopkeeper! If you ask you to do what you do, you can do nothing. Can the owner who you don’t know understand?

He clenched the book tightly and got up and said, "The owner wants to have work to do, so I'll go back to the next place and wait." Only when Cui Xie agreed, he turned and ran out of the yard, almost walking outside the door. Er ran into Cui Qi, who came back holding the hangover soup, but didn't stop, and ran away like a dog.

Cui Qi watched his back disappear inexplicably, shook his head, and went in with the soup.

What the cook gave him was not medicinal soup, but crucian fish soup. I ordered balsamic vinegar and sprinkled chopped green onions. It smelled fragrant. It’s a pity that Cui Xie just came back from Xie’s house after eating a hard meal. At this time, the shark fin soup can’t taste anymore. He just pours it down like medicine. He takes a handkerchief and presses the corner of his mouth and says, “The taste is okay. If you’re full, go and serve some rice. I’ll draw a picture first, so don’t rush to see me."

Cui Qi said: "Then I will help you research ink and color?"

No...Although he planned to paint the Three Kingdoms, there is a more urgent drawing in the front line. When drawing the kind of drawing that needs to be referred to, he has to draw it in the small black room, otherwise he will be embarrassed.

He always blushed, and shook his head and said, "I have to think about it. You can go out first. I guess I can finish the painting at night. Then I will take you to visit my grandfather and grandmother and tell them about keeping you. "

Cui Qi didn't dare to disturb his business, and left with the soup bowl, and helped him close the door.

Cui Xie bolted the door from the inside, first spread the paper, researched the ink, adjusted the glue, then sat at the table, closed his eyes and opened the hard drive, and found "New Dragon Gate" in the history-Chinese history-Ming history-Ming Dynasty architecture folder Inn".

That’s great. With this, he doesn’t need to look through the pile of "Golden Ping XX" in the "Ming Dynasty Porcelain" folder.

The flying fish clothes in the New Dragon Inn are quite restored, but the cuffs are tighter than those of the Ming Dynasty, and the waist is tighter. There is no one piece on both sides of the hem that is propped up, but it spreads smoothly from the waist, lining the waist and long legs, particularly highlighting the figure.

Xie Qianhu is not yet at the level of wearing a flying fish costume. This dress is not made of cloud shoulders, sleeves and knees. It is also very beautiful if it is made with makeup flowers. The woven gold pattern is lined with the red fabric to make a drag, a snow-white collar is placed between the neck, and a black wide leather belt with leather gold is tied around the waist. The head wears jade jacquard satin pants and a pair of black lambskin underneath. Boots...

In fact, the white dress is also good-looking. The white clothes and the black cloak seem to be more suitable than the red ones. Do you want to make more?

He was thinking "or else" in his heart, and he had already painted the white flying fish costume of Gong Cao Chang. He didn't know how to draw the clothing design of the Ming Dynasty, so he drew three full-body standing drawings of a faceless person wearing a shirt and coat, front, side, and back. Because the material has its own gold woven flowers, this picture only needs to be drawn with a line draft, the color does not need to be laid, and the drawing is not very laborious.

He rushed to the movie all afternoon, and in the evening he finally drew the clothes and accessories separately. He only felt a headache and sleepy eyes, and he wanted to get into bed for a while. But someone outside the door knocked on the door and asked him in a low voice, "Big brother, do you need some dinner? You have been closed inside for the whole afternoon, and there is no need for snacks. I am worried that you will be hungry early."

Cui Xie heard Cui Qi’s voice, opened the door latch and pulled him in, yawning, and said, “No, I’m not hungry if I’m busy this afternoon. Since it’s not dinner time, you go with me See your grandfather and grandmother and tell them what you want to stay behind."

He dragged Xiao Cui Qi and walked out precariously. In fact, Cui Qi was supporting him all the way, fearing that his eldest and young master stepped low and tripped himself up.

Fortunately, there were no dangers along the way, so I walked safely to the upper room and greeted the second elder. Mrs. Song hadn't seen Pengyan for a long time, and she was a little delighted to see him come back. She smiled and asked, "You are from Qian'an? Is your family doing well? Didn't you say that you have opened a shop? "

Cui Qi smiled and said: "Thanks to the old lady, everything is fine. My father's business was also opened by the young master. Otherwise, the slaves of our family, who are unfamiliar in Qian'an, will start business wherever they come from. That's it."

The old lady thought that the help he was talking about was borrowed from Cui Que being an official and Cui Xie's student at the State Superintendent, and smiled lovingly: "That's also your father's willingness to endure hardship and brains."

Cui Xie also praised their father and son: "It's still their father and son who helped me a lot. Without them to make money outside, where can I rest assured to study, take the middle and primary school three yuan, and ask the emperor to enter the Imperial College? So now I think, Cui Qi I’m young, and I’m studying at home with me, and I’m studying in our store. If I have the ability to go back to take over his father’s shop in the future, he hasn’t played with me in vain."

The old lady didn’t use the inkstone as an outsider. Hearing Cui Xie said that the “little three yuan” in her was also their confession, she felt that the father and son worked hard, so she smiled and said, “You can arrange it anyway. You can allocate a yard for it. Brother Xiaoqi lives, and will use him as a relative to walk around."

Then he said to Cui Qi: "So are you, your own business is still waiting to be invested, why do you still make clothes for Brother Xie? The family can also afford a tailor, and you don't need yours. Alas, this clothes material looks good. It’s great, why is our Xie brother dressed so well..."

An adoptive mother who was waiting next to her said humorously: "No, when my eldest brother walked in, I thought it was the golden boy in the sky who entered our house. The clothes are good for people, the material is good, and the whole body tattoo is good. …I’m afraid I don’t need ten taels of silver to make such a dress? Shopkeeper Cui is really kind."

Cui Qi quickly said: "This is not what we did, it's a brocade..."

"It's from a friend of my grandson's former benefactor." Cui Xie patted the back of his hand and leaned to the old lady's side and said: "That Master Xie once rescued me by coincidence, and later he often sent things to help me. Originally, he was in Beijing and I was in Qian'an. It was not convenient to meet each other. Today I brought some gifts to see him, but I didn’t want to accept some clothes from him.”

When the old lady heard the word "save", she ignored her clothes and hurriedly asked him where he was in danger. Cui Xie didn't dare to tell him that he had been held hostage with a knife, so he said, "I got sick when I went to my hometown. Brother Mengxie helped me hire a doctor so I could return home safely."

As soon as he mentioned returning to his hometown, the old lady knew where his illness came from, and she couldn't help but sighed, "You old man..."

Cui Xie shook her hand and said, "The grandson is already healed, so I won’t mention the previous things. But Brother Xie has shown me a few times of salvation, and today I have a gift, and I plan to ask someone to do it for him. A few sets of clothes in return."

The old lady said logically: "This is natural. People treat you sincerely. You don't have to spare money. Give him what our family has. We don't have enough money. I always have some private money."

Cui Xie smiled and said, "How can I ask my grandmother to pay back the favor for me? I must pay it back myself. We still have enough money in the family for a month or two, but I'm afraid it won't be enough to invest in the shop. The shop that asked for money, my grandson had no choice but to close it first, exchange for some live silver, and do something else."

The old lady had a headache listening to the shop and the silver, rubbing her temples and said, "Don’t tell me this, my old lady doesn’t understand your financial affairs. You are the eldest son and grandson. From now on, this shop will be yours. Which shop If you can’t open it, make up your mind without asking others.”

Cui Xie sat on her feet and sighed beside her, "I'm afraid that my father will come back and see that I have lost my ancestral inheritance. I am not happy. Moreover, my father is a Qingliu official, but Brother Xie is a member of Jin Yiwei. Brother Xie asked him to know, and he blamed me for hurting our decent family..."

His brows were frowned, and his eyes were reddened from the drawing, and he seemed to have been greatly wronged. The old lady was distressed and didn't know what to do, and she put her arms around his neck and said, "What ancestral business! It's not the shop that you used to buy your father's money before entering Beijing. Your father can sell it if you ask! What's wrong with Jin Yiwei, Jin Yiwei When thousands of households entered our house to declare a decree, they were not also majestic and decent, but they still proclaimed the emperor's decree!"

The old lady selectively forgot how Jin Yiwei tortured her ex-daughter-in-law and paralyzed her second grandson. She curled her mouth and said, "Isn’t Jin Yiwei also an official used by the emperor, or an official used by the emperor, I think He didn't have anything to do with those Qingliu. He saved you again. If you ignore people for the sake of fame, then who is the Cui family?"