Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

When the water truck came into the city the next morning, the family returned the fresh cow and goat milk ordered to Cui's house.

Cui Xie used to take care of the family and bought the Nanhuo store for 450 taels of silver. He also asked Cui Yuan to sign a subcontract agreement and transfer the original buddies in the store to them. In addition to the five hundred taels of silver recovered from the processing of southern goods, and the hundred and ten taels who sold old clothes and furniture before, the family finally had more than one thousand taels of cash.

He held two hundred and two turns on each of the two cabinets, and the outer courtyard put one hundred and two for use, and the rest was taught to the old lady to put it away. In the future, if there is a wedding or funeral, it will be prepared to return gifts. .

If you have money, you can spend it on food easily and quickly.

He drinks the milk by himself, and the goat's milk is given to the elderly and children to avoid lactose intolerance and sickness. The cook came down and asked him to make milk desserts. Cui Xie didn't pay attention to the pastries of desserts, so he asked them to steam some double-skin milk and sugar-steamed pastry at will, and add brick tea to make milk tea with more milk.

Sugar-steamed yogurt is available in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, but the steamed yogurt needs to be condensed with ice. It costs more to choose and you can make it yourself. Shuangpi milk is a Cantonese-style dim sum. The Beijing chef in their family had never heard of it, so he had to ask him how to make it. Cui Xie didn't read the recipes formally. He only remembered the general method, asking them to cook the milk skin first and then steam it with egg whites. Anyway, it would be condensed into a bowl. After he told them, let them explore.

There is no need to waste materials in the process of groping. Cui Xie wants to give it away, and he is not in a hurry to eat. He asks them to go back to the kitchen and try them slowly. A bowl of goat milk will do.

But milk tea is easy to make. You just need to crush the brick tea and boil it until it is tangy, then add a spoonful of syrup to the evaporated milk. Daming’s recipe for desserts is to boil the syrup first, and use egg whites to remove the layer of froth on the syrup. The syrup is clear and sweet, not easy to spoil, and can be stored in a jar for a long time. plus.

He drank milk tea for breakfast, but felt that the taste was not the same as what he had drunk in his previous life. It was slightly lighter, so he asked the chef to try to boil the syrup into caramel before cooking.

The aroma of milk tea is strong, and the light caramel color is more appetizing. The younger brothers and sisters drank the goat's milk boiled with almonds, and looked at the milk tea in his bowl eagerly, wishing to drink too. The old lady is used to children, so she said for them: "My old lady also wants to taste this milk tea. Ask someone to make a few more bowls. They also called Sister Yun and Brother He both want to try."

Cui Xie shook his head: "Brother and brother are still young. Drinking tincture is not good for your body. Sister Yun can drink a little bit, but don't drink too much at one time. People with weak stomach can easily diarrhea after drinking milk. Grandmother just drinks it. Ask the cook to make a bowl of goat milk for you, and don't drink too much tea."

Although the old lady told him to take care of the head and feet, she ironed it in her heart, smiled and agreed, and said: "We drink as good as it is, and we will give you a taste when we look back."

Cui Xie nodded: "It's okay. If you turn back to the kitchen, if you steam the double skin milk, don't ask them to scoop it up and give it to your grandfather. That kind of big and soft things will choke if you don't eat well. , You have to smash it to eat."

The old lady gave a "hey", and her wrinkles were squeezed together with a smile: "Look, you are careful. When you go out, you are an experienced person. When you were at home, you always listened to your milk arrangements and didn't talk much. Just a word, it seems that even grandma is in charge of eating now."

Cui Xie couldn’t restore his original temperament anyway. Hearing his family occasionally mentioned how he used to be, he could only say: "I was a young student, and now I’m a supervising student who has entered the school. I can take care of this family. Naturally different."

He couldn't talk more about the original body. He drank milk tea in a hurry, ate some plain dumplings and steamed pastry, and got up to go to school.

At about noon on this day, there really was a light rain falling, which was what Xie Qianhu said. The classmates looked at the drizzle outside the school and were upset. They came to him during the break and asked him how many times: "Can I sell the books of Ju'anzhai today? I won’t be afraid of rain. Right?"

After leaving the hall at noon, everyone went out to the gate of Guoxue with a sense of anxiety that they wanted to buy books but were afraid that they would not be able to buy them.

Unexpectedly, not far from going out, there was a spacious canopy carriage parked at the entrance of the hutong diagonally opposite the gate of the Imperial College. A piece of tarpaulin was stretched on the canopy, and the words "Special Book Transporter for the Imperial College" were painted with vermilion paint. There was already a circle of people outside the car, talking to the people in the car one after another, handing silver, and receiving a pack of new books sealed with translucent white oil paper.

Ju'an Zhaito is honest!

It's raining, and they send books to supervised students. I have never seen a bookstore that is so considerate!

They suddenly forgot that there has never been a bookstore whose books have been cut off for a few months, and they have paid high prices to grab money in their spare time. Anxious readers rushed to buy them when they first released.

The crowd rushed to the car and scrambled to buy books. They couldn't buy them for a while, and they looked at the covers exposed by the supervisors who had just bought them.

There are two types of new books: hardcover and paperback: the paperback is an ordinary blue paper cover, the front of the hardcover is printed with filial piety Zhuge, and the back cover is printed with Zhou Yu playing the piano, separated by a cloud head. If you flatten the envelope and compare it, you will find that Kong Ming’s lines are firm and the skin is ruddy, while Zhou Yu’s print is a little smaller, and the skin color and clothes color are also dull and pale. After separated by a cloud head, there is Zhuge Liang’s nostalgia. Zhou Yu's artistic conception.

A supervising student sighed: "The book published by Ju'anzhai got my heart. It was said that Zhuge was crying and Zhou Yu was just a fake cry when he was filial piety, but I felt that the two of them had no place to cherish each other for a while? Belonging to the Shuwu, you can’t make friends anymore."

Another human said: "Zhou Yu is narrow-minded and may not be able to tolerate Kong Ming, but Kong Ming has the capacity to tolerate others, so naturally he really cries for him.

Others retorted: "Zhou Yu may not be really intolerant. How could he not be jealous of the Soochow figures and only jealous of the Prime Minister Zhuge? It's just that the two countries are fighting, and they are afraid that such characters from the State of Shu will harm the State of Wu in the future. Zhuge. This is also forced by the times. If the Great Han River is not broken, and everyone will serve as ministers in the same court, I am afraid it will be a different story."

Although everyone was controversial, they were afraid that if the noise was too strong, the instructors would notice here and drive the book-selling cart away. They only argued in a low voice, and honestly lined up to buy books. Cui Xie told them to throw them behind him, not in a hurry, and slowly returned to the fast room under the umbrella, took out the complete works of Guan Hanqing, leaned against the corridor and hummed while watching.

His tune was inaccurate, but his words were very clear. Several passing classmates listened to him humming "Single Pole Meeting", and laughed at him: "Why does He Zhong still read this former Yuan's miscellaneous script? It depends on the story of the Three Kingdoms, this short play. How happy is the "Six Talents Criticize the Three Kingdoms" with color pictures?"

Cui Xie hid the pages of the book to his chest and smiled: "Isn't that when Dr. Lin criticized my article and told me to read more operas and learn from those Shu Chang Wanman accents when writing Puppets? I know I lacked literary talent. , Of course, we have to make up."

The classmate said, "Why look at the previous tunes. The drama we wrote for the sake of the wine is better. The script is neat, the pronunciation is good, and there is also the work of enlightenment. The Yiluntang should have "The Complete Record of Wulun". Why don’t you take this one to read? But watching the playbook is boring, and Xiumu is right in front of you in the middle of the month. How nice is it to take you to the Southern Opera of Xiangyun Class for my brother?"

Xie Muri...Cui Xie smiled and shook his head: "I've decided to learn something else. I'm afraid I don't have time to watch the show. I will betray Brother Xian's kindness."

The supervising student glanced at him pityingly, shook his head and sighed: "When you are in Xiumu, you still have to study with your husband. When will you not go to school. What is the fun of living like this at a young age?"

No, in fact, he didn't go to school on the day of Xiu Mu, so he followed Xie Qianhu to learn swordsmanship.

He lowered his head and said in a concealed manner: "I have just entered the Imperial College, and I am not used to many things, just think about it later."

I got used to it later.

For example, after dreaming of someone, you have to see someone else.

The first time I dreamed of Xie Ying, I only dreamed that he was wearing clothes made by himself. After meeting him, he was still upset for a long time; this time he kissed in his dream, and he could calmly prepare to go. What kind of food does the family bring, this is progress.

On the fifteenth day of rest, the chef also made a creamy and rich caramel milk tea, steamed smooth and delicate double-skin milk, and sugar steamed pastry that people in Beijing love to drink.

Dairy products are perishable, so Cui Xie first went to the Imperial College to attend the ceremony, and asked the coachman to pick up the time at the end of the ceremony and deliver iced drinks and food, and he was taken to Xie's house with him. As a result, the ceremony was over, and when he walked out of the gate, he saw Xie Shan driving the Qianhu Mansion car waiting outside.

Cui Xie came back to life and met again, and said with a smile: "I have to bother to thank Brother Shan again."

Xie Shan said: "Don't bother. Does the son go by like this or change clothes?"

Of course you have to change, otherwise it will be difficult to move.

Cui Xie changed a piece of green tea that hadn't passed through, took out iced milk tea and snacks from his car, and got in Xie's car to his house. Xie Ying only looked at him for a few more seconds when meeting, and then drooped her eyelids to cover her eyes. His attitude was the same as usual, as if he had forgotten the gaffe that day, he smiled and tasted the refreshments he brought, and praised: "I thought it was Mongolian milk tea with a salty taste, but it was not sweet. It's really good."

Although he was still smiling, Cui Xie felt that his smile was a little stylized, not as vivid and kind as usual.

Later, when Xie Qianhu taught him the sword technique, it was more obvious. The teaching was done by slowly practicing it by himself. That is to say, he sometimes did not perform well. Xie Ying would rather practice several times in front of him. Hold his hand as before and help him pose right.

Cui Xie couldn't help guessing that he still cared about the accident that he almost went to kiss that night and wanted to keep his distance. But I can’t blame anyone for what happened that day, the atmosphere is so good, Xie Qianhu looks so good-looking, and he almost didn’t control it himself...

If it went on like in his dream, what would happen to them today? Do you simply admit that they are not so straight and try to communicate like this, or is it embarrassing that you can't see each other again?

He dragged the knife, imagined Xie Qianhu coldly saying to him, "That night was just a mistake, let's not go wrong again", couldn't help but laugh.

No, they are really not suitable for that kind of dog-blood drama, or so... let it go. You can still see noodles often, and what you should do is enough.

Xie Ying told him to smile a little inexplicably, and couldn't help but glance at him more. He looked better than usual in such a gorgeous big green silk shirt, and smiled so heartlessly, as if he could not see his deliberate alienation at all.

I'm afraid I don't know what he almost did in front of Guandi Temple that day.

She was still a child with a heartless heart...Xie Ying shook her head, muttered to him, and her heart relaxed a little. He took the straight knife from his hand, turned the hilt upside down and nodded on his forehead. , Said aloud: "I practice it again, and see clearly, the pose of raising the knife to meet the enemy, the arm is passing through from below."

While Cui Xie was busy practicing martial arts, a rare visitor was welcomed in the Cui family mansion. The man was dressed in a cyan 鸂鸂bu suit. He was only twenty-seven and eighty-eight years old. He had handsome eyebrows and handsome eyes. He was riding a small blue sedan chair. There were no ceremonial guards on either side. He only brought a few books and a piece of red silk His wooden plaque entered Cui Mansion in a low-key manner.

I just caught up with Cui Xie and went to Xie Ying's house.

Cui Liangdong eagerly called for someone to pick him up, and the coachman said timidly: "The son has gone to Jinyiwei Qianhu Mansion, which is not a place we can go. If he is forced to pick him back, will Jin Yiwei be unhappy?"

Then can't let the county honored old parents no one entertain!

Although Mrs. Cui was a pleasant person who asked for a fate, after all, she was a woman in the house, and she was unable to accompany guests for a long time. The old lady was lying on the bed and couldn't speak... He turned around in a hurry, and finally remembered that he was home. He raised the position of Juren, and quickly asked people to invite Lu Juren to the front to wait for the guests, and at the same time invited the county lord to see the old lady.

The Daxing county magistrate came suddenly, and the family was unprepared, and he was asking someone to push the old man to watch the scenery in the courtyard.

When Majesty Jiang entered the door, there was a paper pavilion at the entrance of the main room, and the paper corridors extending to the end of the base of the wing were extended on both sides. Only when I approached can I see that there was a door open on the front of the paper pavilion, with heavy greased paper curtains hanging from the door, and greased paper windows were even built on both sides.

The square of the paper is a sauce-colored moire paper, with slightly translucent white creases, which are elegant and solemn, pressing against the light translucent oil paper wall above.

County Order Jiang’s house was spacious and exquisite. There was a group of people wandering down the corridor. The servants seemed to be very comfortable with the paper corridor. They only felt that his family was too expensive, so he couldn’t help asking Cui Liangdong: Why did you block the doors and windows and build a corridor under the corridor?"

Luxury is not such an extravagant method, right? Isn't it sultry if it is so tightly blocked?

Cui Liangdong led the way by his side, and quickly explained: "The old man of our house has been lying in bed for many years, afraid of seeing the wind, and always lay in the bedroom. After my son is in charge, I am afraid that my grandfather will not feel well after lying down for a long time, and the sickness will be more serious. So I sold the things at home and asked a craftsman to make a wheelchair and a paper gallery so that the old man could come out and see the sun."

County magistrate Jiang took a close look at the figure, and he saw a long chair in it. Then he realized that he had misunderstood. His face was red, and he sighed, "So, Jiansheng Cui is really filial. It is not for the righteous people who have won the commendation from the Holy Spirit. I am afraid that he is thinking about the principle of'old and old and the old', so he is willing to donate nearly a hundred taels worth of goods to the sanatorium. I saw this piece of paper for a while. In the gallery, I almost misunderstood the extravagance of your mansion, but the official dismissed it lightly."