The Bookish Scholar of the Red Mansion

May 20th.

At the beginning of the month, there was a monthly exam in the academy.

At that time, Chen Heng and Xue Biao had not returned yet, so they could only be counted as absent from the exam. The master in the academy didn't pay much attention. There are so many students now, and there will always be someone unexpected or someone asking for leave.

Jia Yucun deliberately chose the third day after the two returned to the academy before calling them into the lecture hall for a make-up exam.

The time is all in the afternoon, and the exams are taken for five days in a row. The questions are also brand new and even slightly more difficult than what everyone is taking the test. This is a small punishment given by the academy to those who ask for leave.

Chen Heng studies very hard on weekdays, so this level of difficulty will naturally not faze him. But Xue Biao, who was taking the make-up exam at the same time, was miserable. He spent all his time studying painting with Master Xu these years.

Xue Biao had not touched a book for nearly half a month. Before writing about many topics, Xue Biao had to think over them in her mind for a while.

Chen Heng, who finished his work early, saw his friend's anxiety in his eyes. Not to mention that he doesn't sympathize with his friends, it is also very interesting to watch the other party make trouble occasionally.

Chen Heng turned his attention. In the empty lecture hall, four other people gathered in the distance.

The mountain chief sat in the center, holding the latest newspaper in his hand. Jia Yucun sat beside him, and Master Xu and Master Jin stood behind them.

Needless to say, the status of the first two in the academy goes without saying. On the other hand, the two masters, Xu and Jin, have now been promoted to Tijuan officials, equivalent to the dean of academic affairs in later generations. They are also in charge of new lecturers and guests.

The four of them were curiously surrounding the newspaper, discussing its contents.

Because they were far away, the masters deliberately lowered their voices. Chen Heng didn't hear very clearly and could only observe from his expression.

The mountain leader had the most playful expression. He turned a newspaper over and over and stroked his beard from time to time. He seemed to be able to guess that the other party must like him very much.

Jia Yucun's beard is the most beautiful. As the second in command of the academy, he listened more to Xu Jinhou and Jin Shenzhi. The latter two seemed to have different opinions and were playing tricks on each other.

Chen Heng just took a look at the excitement for a while, and Pei Huaizhen saw the monkey suppressing laughter, and pointed at him on the spot, Since you have passed the exam, why don't you come over and hand in the paper?

Oops, it was discovered. Chen Heng shrank his head, quickly picked up the paper and walked towards the masters.

You came just in time. Jia Yucun called Chen Heng to his side, The two ladies are discussing about your newspaper.

After listening to Jia Yucun's story, Chen Heng understood the argument between Master Xu and Master Jin.

The former think that it is good as it is now, and the lively life in the city is what ordinary people are willing to see. The latter hopes to turn the newspaper into a larger and more professional Jing'an Literary Society.

Chen Heng didn't think that much, he just wondered: Why can't they all be written on it?

Now that the newspaper is just starting to run, what it lacks is content, high-quality content, and a lot of content.

There is no time to be picky at the moment. As long as it is good, just put it on top, and first seize and expand your own audience.

Now a piece of uncultivated fertile land was waiting for them. It was not the time for intensive farming.

Chen Heng himself predicted that within four months at most, someone would come out to file a newspaper in Yangzhou city. In eight or nine months at most, the Jing'an Daily circulated from Yangzhou will first set off a trend of private newspapers in the coastal provinces.

There are not many idiots in our land.

Besides, money is attractive to people. No one can resist the temptation of money, unless the money is not enough.

Pei Huaizhen was a little surprised by the answer. He stopped stroking his beard for a moment, then nodded and said with a smile, You did a good job. He thought about it for a while, then said regretfully, It's just that the name is a bit unpleasant.

When the mountain commander said this, the other three division commanders nodded in unison.

It's a little less elegant. Jia Yucun pointed to the two big characters Jing'an on the newspaper, If it's called Huaiyang, I think it's good.

Since there are two words for Daily News, I think it can be called Shenghong. Master Xu also commented.

Being eliminated by his teachers for no apparent reason, Chen Heng was stunned on the spot, somewhat dumbfounded.

But Pei Huaizhen, the mountain chief, did not let him go. He pointed at his students and said, Go back and read the Book of Songs and Chu Ci again. Don't go out and embarrass the academy in the future.

Yes. Chen Heng saluted helplessly, handed in the test paper, left the frowning Xue Biao, and ran away.

Only halfway through running, Chen Heng was stopped by someone from behind. When he looked back, he saw that it was Jia Yucun who was chasing him.

The two met on the road. Before Chen Heng saluted, the other party patted him on the shoulder and said, Follow me, master.

The confused Chen Heng was taken all the way to Jia Yucun's residence. Jia Yucun asked the students to find a place to sit, while he went to look for something on the bookshelf.

After a while, Jia Yucun walked up to Chen Heng holding several books and said, Take it back and read it carefully.

Chen Heng took it and saw that it was really the Book of Songs, Songs of Chu, Tang poetry and Song poetry.

Master, I think the name Jing'an is not that bad. Chen Heng argued briefly.

Jia Yucun was noncommittal, showing a playful smile and said: It can be better, isn't it?

The thin Jia Yucun lifted up his robe and sat at the table. His residence is a study room that is connected to his residence, with only bookshelves as partitions. There are also several paintings and calligraphy without seals hanging in the gaps.

An ordinary room, but the owner made it somewhat elegant.

Chen Heng looked around and couldn't help but be curious, thinking about how elegant and easy-going Jia Yucun had been in the academy for two or three years.

How did such a person become what he became?

Jia Yucun saw that the silly student was dazed, so he smiled and asked, Sit down and have a cup of tea?

Ah, okay. Chen Heng thought the teacher was inviting him and quickly nodded in agreement.

A small mistake brought the teacher and student together for a rare occasion.

But when we sit and chat, we have to talk about something. Jia Yucun is well aware of this and makes a brief comment on the life of poets from all dynasties. The topic unconsciously turned to the books Chen Heng read on weekdays.

As soon as he heard that Chen Heng had read On Salt and Iron, Jia Yucun was very happy and praised Chen Heng's studiousness.

Master, have you ever been to Hangzhou? Chen Heng, who was looking around, noticed a painting of Broken Bridge at West Lake on the wall.

Jia Yucun pinched his beard and smiled, Before coming to the academy as a teacher, I also traveled to great rivers and mountains.

When he mentioned this, Jia Yucun became a little excited. He stood up and took down many toys from the bookshelf and showed them to the students one by one. Now Chen Heng is not Wu Xia Ameng. He often follows Xue Biao to gain knowledge, and he knows that the proud things that Jia Yucun brings out are not very valuable.

Chen Heng didn't underestimate these things, he just felt that Jia Yucun was by no means a person with a luxurious life, and he was even more curious.

He couldn't help but inquire: It must cost a lot of money to travel.

Jia Yucun nodded and explained to the students with a smile, Be a teacher for the children of rich families. He said humorously, You know, the title of Jinshi is much easier to use than a scholar. many.

Chen Heng is a scholar himself, so how could he not know the value of Jinshi. In some poor places, if a scholar can emerge, the county will celebrate with gongs and drums.

It sounds like an interesting experience. Chen Heng was also restless in his previous life. He liked to go out on a budget with his bag on his back and walk around alone when he had nothing to do.

With this experience, he is very aware of the experience of going to one place, doing part-time work and seeing the scenery. It's fun to say it's fun, but it's also indispensable to talk about the hardships and shyness on the road.

A penny beats a heroic man.

Only those who have been truly poor can understand the embarrassment.

But Jia Yucun smiled, looked at Chen Heng who was dressed in simple clothes, and sincerely advised: Don't want to learn to be a teacher. It's not easy for a peasant boy to study, and he can't do as he pleases as a rich boy.

Saying this, Jia Yucun immediately thought of a student he had taught.

The beloved son of the Zhen family in Jinling was once one of his students. It was the first time in Jia Yucun's life that he saw the life of a powerful family, and it shocked him greatly.

Even now, when Jia Yucun thinks about that experience, he still has mixed feelings in his heart.

I spent more than ten years studying hard in a poor life, and my caution when I was an official was not as good as the luck of being reincarnated as a child.

This is the Zhumen's wine and meat smell, and the roads are frozen to death.

Jia Yucun concealed his unwillingness, but his expression suddenly turned serious, and he said to Chen Heng, who had the same background as himself, Have you written down your latest policy?

Chen Heng nodded, wondering why Jia Yucun's thoughts changed so quickly.

Go and bring it to me quickly. Jia Yucun said solemnly.

I don’t know why, but every time I watch Jia Yucun, I think of Qi Tongwei, the son of Shengtian, and the phrase “I’m afraid of being poor.”

What a pity, what a pity. By the way, thank you all. With your support, our average booking is 1,400, hahahahahahaha, congratulations.

This chapter is from yesterday. Next, let’s start today’s third update. I've bought all the coffee, let's fight hard