The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

After writing, Emperor Hongzhi was full of hope.

Immediately he smiled and said: The day before yesterday, I got a slack, and also talked about reading, but there were many complaints, saying that you are Xishan Academy, clearly learning new school, but still using science to make eight shares, It's purely a mistake. I really want to see if Xishan Academy has misled its children.

Ouyang Zhi pursed his lips, and said nothing.

And his non-refuting attitude made Emperor Hongzhi very much appreciated. Emperor Hongzhi smiled: Okay, let me send Zhu Zhu's approval to the court officer.

Yes, obedience. Ouyang Zhi bowed and saluted.

The exam is about to start, so even though it was the Chinese New Year, the whole Xishan still heard Lang Lang's reading.

Liu Wenshan and Jiang Chen took advantage of Mu Xiu's years before and after, and the two took turns to ask questions and asked readers to write compositions over and over again. At the same time, they also explained their articles again and again.

Young Master, Young Master Wang Jinyuan, holding the copied list, found Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan looked at him disgustedly: What are you doing, there is no big deal in the future, do n’t disturb Master Ben, there are some things, you are the one who decides for yourself.

Wang Jinyuan has long been accustomed to Fang Jifan's bad temper, just like coaxing his children, he took the copied list from the top: it is settled, Chun Wei is scheduled to be on February 22 of the next year, the examiner is Xie Qian Xie Bachelor.

Fang Jifan froze when he heard it.

Xie Qian.

Actually, history has not changed. After all, the topic is still Xie Qian.

So, will the exam questions for this imperial examination change?

If it doesn't change, then it's great.

You should know that Xishan Academy is doing questions every day. There are not one thousand or hundreds of these questions. Among them, Fang Jifan secretly copied the exam questions of the 16 years of Hongzhi, and did not show the mountains and the water. To allow these candidates to prepare for the exam several times.

Usually let these guys do questions every day, the test is their ability to do questions.

After all, there will be a few tests, and the real decision is to hire, or eight shares, only one exam, one is one day, one day, to make an article, for most candidates, it is actually a test.

For the examination of the eight shares, it is impossible to rely on the so-called understanding of the saint's classics. You have to research and ponder, and specifically train for the eight shares.

Therefore, candidates in the subject of Xishan Academy do nothing but do this kind of training every day.

Of course, their foundation is still guaranteed.

Those who can lift people in the exam have poor standards, and they are not so bad. After having specialized training.

After they have done countless questions, then, the question actually calculated is not the one that Fang Jifan wants. For these candidates, the problem is actually not too big.

Because many questions are interlinked in themselves.

As long as the skills of the questions are integrated, Fang Jifan is convinced that these people are highly likely to pass the exam.

Of course, if it is an exam question, the test takers have done it, even if they have forgotten the details of the question, but they are so familiar with this question, it is not difficult to want to take the exam.

all in all

Fang Jifan learned that this subject was Xie Qian, and he was happy: Oh, Xie Gong, although Xie Gong had a bad temper, he was a very fair and honest person. I was relieved to have him as the examiner. Tofi, I asked a guy who was not in the key to be an examiner, favoritism and corruption, and undermined the fairness and justice of the imperial examination, this is a concern. But now, hahahaha

Xie Gong is fair to others, but for our Jifan, it is actually a good thing. He has a lot of sharpening, and has undergone rigorous training in the imperial examinations. He has certain Confucian skills and may even be familiar with test questions Slaughter.

They will walk out of the West Mountain and enter a new world.

Wang Jinyuan seemed a little nervous: Master, to be honest, there were some gossips outside, they said, you

Too lazy to care about them, they are not convinced, they are welcome to come to me, Master Ben likes reasoning very much. Fang Jifan waved his hand.

Wen Yansheng's seasoning has been made.

Fang Jifan tried it himself.

Wen Yansheng is very grateful to Fang Jifan.

Because of this seasoning, thanks to some instructions from Fang Jifan, he was inspired.

In the end, he poured out a pile of powder from the glass bottle. This powder, after adding a lot of seasoning, was finally cooked and dried.

Fang Jifan bowed his body, looked at the powder carefully, and looked up: can eat

Can eat.

Fang Jifan twisted some of his fingers and gently put it in his mouth.

The taste is a bit salty.

This is actually understandable, after all, it has n’t been put into the food yet, but I can feel a umami taste, this taste

Fang Jifan sucks.

It really looks like the thirteen incense of later generations.

Wen Yansheng is very powerful. Sure enough, his understanding of seasonings coincides with the cooking of later generations.

Fang Jifan is happy: find a fool who doesn't have a cook, let him cook a table, and use this sauce

Wen Yansheng grimaced: Where there are fools, the people of Xishan are very smart.

Who said no Fang Jifan refuted.

A moment later, Xin Anbo Yang Biao, who was practicing in the flying ball camp, was found. He heard the call of Engong, and he ran happily.

What did Eun Gong say?

Wen Yansheng looked at him with a weird look.

Yang Biao is happy, this old gentleman, I am afraid not a fool.

Fang Jifandao: Have you ever made meals?

Did it. Wen Yansheng nodded: through the sweet potato porridge.

Yes, then you, come and cook a dish for me.

Yang Biao was dumbfounded: I did not do well with Engong.

Believe in yourself, you can do it. Fang Jifan encouraged him.

Confused, Yang Biao nodded: Well, Eun Gong told the villain to do it.

Before reaching the stove, all the ingredients were ready, and the big yellow croaker had been eviscerated and cleaned very well.

Yang Biao said: Eun Gong, I want to pee.

Fang Jifan said: Where is it so long-winded?

Oh, oh, I'm holding it. Yang Biao was happy again.

Laughing children, luck is never too bad.

He held his urine, Wen Yansheng personally burned the stove for him, Yang Biao hurriedly added water to the stove, and then touched his head: Next, what

Fang Jifan felt that this guy was stupid, shameful: let go of fish.

Oh, Eun Gong is so powerful, he knows everything.

Wen Yansheng, who was sitting in front of the stove and burning the stove, caught fire and couldn't help but want to scold. Two idiots, a fart fish, should wait for the water to boil the hot pot before releasing the fish.

However, Wen Yansheng still stopped.

After all, this is the purpose of experimenting with this ingredient. After all, not everyone has their own cooking skills. In the future, if you want to sell this ingredient and enter the home of ordinary people, you must accept a group of chefs who do n’t understand anything. Even the dishes they cook have a good taste through preparation, and their own preparation is considered successful.

Yang Biao let go of the fish and touched his head again: Then what did he do, I'm really urgency.

Fang Jifan is speechless: Go, go back quickly.

This urine is half a cup of tea time. Fang Jifan really can't understand, why can it last so long, your uncle, why don't you apply for the Guinness record

Yang Biao was tying his trousers on the side, and hurried back, looking at the pot, and ah: the water is going to burn up.

Fang Jifan scolded: Hurry up and let go of the material.

Oh. Yang Biao suddenly realized: what to make, what to make salt

He put a little salt, and then a little ignorant: what to put next.

Fang Jifan pointed to Wen Yansheng's seasoning.

How much to put

Fang Jifan felt that his self-cultivation had been thoroughly cleaned, but took a deep breath: follow you.

Yang Biao put some of it in his head.

Immediately afterwards, the fish was almost burned to dryness, and the fish soup became a steamed big yellow croaker.

Yang Biao hurried up the fish, besides the fish, there was some juice.

Not delicious, not delicious, looking pretty fragrant. Yang Biao is quite fulfilled and happy.

Fang Jifan looked at the fish cautiously ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ fragrant, it seems to be quite fragrant, just

Fang Jifan said: Come and try it.

Oh. Yang Biao nodded, extended his finger, and mixed it in the juice under the fish

Fang Jifan thought he should take chopsticks, but

He was terribly cold.

The juice dipped into Yang Biao's finger, and Yang Biao put his finger in his mouth and sucked it up.

Fang Jifan looked at Yang Biao nervously.

Yang Biao licked his finger, his face was silent for a long time, he took out his finger, sucked his mouth, and suddenly said: Really fragrant haha, haha ​​my old Yang, who will also cook, come, try it out, see it delicious Do not.

Eun Gong, you try it.

Fang Jifan was silent for a long time before he said: Be good, don't make trouble, Eun Gong is old offense and can't eat fish.

Then, Fang Jifan looked at Wen Yansheng.

Wen Yansheng wanted to die, but apparently, this was his own preparation. Whether even a fool like Yang Biao could eat it, this tested his success.

Wen Yan stiffened his scalp, took chopsticks, carefully pulled a piece of fish meat, took a deep breath, looked at Fang Jifan with a grudge, and put the fish meat in his mouth.

He chewed patiently.

The mixed aroma of fish and meat in his mouth stimulated his taste buds.

The taste is not bad.

Yes, Wen Yansheng nodded and smiled comfortably: really good, Dingyuanhou can try it.

Wen Yansheng frowned.

Fang Jifan shook his head: next time.

Succeeded.

Wen Yansheng then spit out the fish meat, after that, he took water and rinsed his mouth, and then he was happy: the effect of the preparation was much better than the old man thought, haha

Fang Jifan still feels a little puzzled, not that Pharaoh sells melons and boasts himself.

The fifth chapter is delivered, the hand is broken.

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