The Little First Grand Secretary in My House

Tributaries are generally located in the east of the city, taking the meaning of Eastern civilization.

The entire tributary courtyard sits north to the south, and occupies the top of Gongyuan Street, facing the city wall horseway and the Kuixing Tower at the head of the city. There are three gates at the gate, three gates and four pillars stone arch in front, the square book ‘Gongyuan’, and the gate book ‘Kaitianyunyun’.

At this time, the street in front of Gongyuan was full of human heads, and the light of the torches jumping around was quite strange. The street was quiet and silent. There seemed to be some people talking in front. Anyway, standing in Xue Tingyan's position, I couldn't see the front.

Suddenly, there were three drums, and the gate of the tributary slowly opened.

Candidates in front of the main entrance couldn't help but retreat to both sides, leaving a passage in the middle.

Xue Tingyan in the crowd saw a black wooden fence at the end of the line of sight. Standing inside and outside the wooden fence were soldiers wearing red cloth vests. They held a torch in their hands, illuminating the gate of the entire tributary.

Two teams of soldiers wearing big red cloth armor came out of the tribute courtyard. At that time, the tallest building in Gongyuan, Mingyuan, someone blew the horn.

The trumpet sounded mellow, long and melodious, and the soldiers of the two teams solemnly solemnly shouted in unison: "There is grievance, there is revenge! There is grievance, there is vengeance!"

This situation, in such an atmosphere, appears particularly infiltrating. There are those timid men, or for the first time to participate in the township test, and even some legs are faint. Including Mao Badou, his eyes were shocked and undecided, and he probably thought about what these people were doing.

Xue Tingyan didn't panic. Lin Miao's students were frightened and whispered: "Mo Pan, this is the rule of the Dragon Gate wide open."

It is said that a group of examiners have appeared in front of the gate of the tribute court, led by Huang Mingzhong and Ye Ju.

Huang Mingzhong, wearing a vermilion official uniform, said a few words of encouragement and warning against cheating according to the rules, and then he said with a deep voice: "named admission."

The fence was removed, and the candidates walked in the direction of the crowd. Lin Miao did not move. Instead, he talked to Xue Tingyan and waited a few times. They couldn't get in when they entered. When it was time for Pingyang, it was estimated that it was noon.

Lin Miao made a very accurate guess, and it was almost noon before the soldiers shouted: "Pingyang House's search and inspection."

I found a person like Xue Tingyan who sat down and rested at the root of the wall. Then I got busy and got up and went inside. After waiting inside, who is who, who can't distinguish with others, it feels that people are everywhere, crowded.

Some soldiers shouted, "You are not allowed to raise your head, you come with me, you go there, you take the initiative to remove the bun, clothes, shoes and hats, so that our brothers don't really start, you will suffer a loss."

The township test can be tested in different courts, and the court attaches great importance to it, so these soldiers are extremely polite. In fact, similar things happened before. Some candidates protested that the searchers were too rude, but they were thrown out by these soldiers in the name of disrupting the tributary.

I don't know where the soldiers came from, but the candidate had to wait three years anyway.

Xue Tingyan knew this, so she was particularly interested. She took the initiative to take off her hair bun, unbuttoned her shirt, took off her shoes and socks, and stood barefoot on the ground.

I opened the baggage and test box I carried, and the contents were all spread out. Even the small bag of rice he brought took the initiative to untie the rope from his pocket.

Seeing that the candidate was so active, two sozis in uniforms came forward and said: "Raise your hand and stand up. You know, our brothers are quick to decide."

Xue Tingyan raised his arms immediately. The searcher looked like an old hand. He hardly felt too much touch, and the whole person was searched from top to bottom.

Then the things that were carried, the inkstone was picked up and knocked, and the ink ingot and the pen were studied. Even the bag of rice was stretched out with a big palm, and it was turned back and forth and stirred a few back and forth. Xue Tingyan didn't bring any dry food buns or something. He knew that even if he brought it, he couldn't eat any more. When this kind of thing is brought in, it will be split into several petals to check if there is any sandwich in it.

"Okay, clean it up."

At this time Xue Tingyan also put on his clothes, and ignored his scattered hair, and collected all the things scattered outside.

Don't look at Xue Tingyan's search here, it's not so good elsewhere.

Some scholars yelled for a while because of these searchers, and annoyed these military men. Some people deliberately made trouble for them. Some people even ordered a scholar to squat down and learn to leap. There can be entrapment in his underwear.

The man was humiliated and his face looked ugly as if he had opened a dye shop. His eyes were red, and he stared fiercely at the people in front of them, but these people didn't even give him a look, but instead they burst into laughter.

Someone sighed in Xue Tingyan's ear, he looked back, it was Lin Miao.

But Lin Miao didn't say anything to him, and Xue Tingyan didn't say anything. Entering the tribute courtyard is not allowed to talk in private. One inadvertent, was thrown out of the court.

At the other end, someone seemed to have found something. Several soldiers set up a crying dad and shouted his wife to go outside. The man had already ignored his face and repeatedly begged for mercy to say that he was confused and gave himself another chance without paying attention to him.

After this incident, some of the scholars who had not been searched were honestly cooperated with the subsequent search.

By this time, Xue Tingyan had passed the Dragon Gate and entered the examination room.

The whole tribute courtyard is divided into east and west parts. Standing in the center is Mingyuan Tower, and there are watch towers at the four corners. Behind them are the Grand Duke Hall, the Li Cheng Office, the Mi Feng Office, the Inter-Reading Office, the Transcription Office, the Suffering Office, and so on.

These number houses are low and narrow, and they are evenly distributed on both sides of the Yongdao, and extend back. Each number house has a font size, arranged in thousands of words.

When Xue Tingyan took out the door and entered the Dragon Gate, the trumpet army issued his own number plate, corresponding to each row of number houses, finding his place. His luck was not bad, and the assigned huts were medium. Although not as good as the hoops closest to Mingyuan Tower, it was not bad.

At least--

Xue Tingyan stood still and drew a line of numbers to the destination, so that he would not stand upright.

I do n’t know if it ’s leaking or not. If it is close to the end of the roadway and adjacent to the latrine, this house will immediately fall from the middle to the bottom. Now it's still hot. There are seventy or eighty rows of houses in a row. They all drown in that place. The smell is bad, and it's good not to be smoked to death.

However, Xue Tingyan felt according to the grade, he should be regarded as the middle position.

Thinking about this, he showed the number plates to the numbered soldiers guarding the alley. After the other party checked clearly, he opened the fence and let him in. He walked all the way along the alleyway, and from time to time he looked up at the font size attached to the house, and he found his place in the middle.

This number house is very tight, with walls on three sides and the entrance facing the aisle. On the two walls, two brick brackets were built, and the number plate was laid on them, which just happened to be a table and chair. When you sleep at night, the number board is taken apart and tiled, which is a ready-made wooden bed.

It is naturally impossible to lie down comfortably, and you can only lie down on your back.

Xue Tingyan placed the baggage and the test box on the ground, first opened the baggage and took out a dark blue cloth from inside, and then took out two nails and a small hammer from the test box and nailed it to the top.

Not long after, the trumpet was facing the aisle, and there were more curtains.

Put it down when you use it, and lift it when you don't use it. It's very cheap.

Only then did he enter the number house and put the oil lamp book boxes and the like one by one. After tidying up, he came out and stood on the aisle, pretending to have loose bones, actually looking around.

After a while, he felt bored. Looking at the sky, it's time to apply, no wonder he feels hungry. From Yinshi to the present, it was almost five or six hours, but he had a meal before going out.

He entered the room, opened the test box, took out a small copper pot from inside, and turned over a small stove. Firewood charcoal is also brought, use firewood to ignite the fire, add good charcoal. This charcoal was also carefully selected by Xue Tingyan. With that inferior charcoal, in such a small place, who knows who uses it.

He grabbed the rice in the small pot, and took it to a few water tanks in the aisle to wash it, and received a pot of water. This rice has also been specially treated, soaked for a few hours in advance, and then searched, the reason why the searcher would stir in the rice bag so many times, all because these rice are different from the ordinary, there is water vapor .

The reason Xue Tingyan brought the rice in was because it was convenient when cooking porridge. This is what Zhaoer told him, because the rice was soaked in advance, and usually cook a pot of porridge for nearly an hour before it is sticky. It may take two quarters to cook this kind of rice.

Lin Miao and Mao Badou are all the same meters he brought with him, and he strongly recommends them. As for other people, some people handled it like him, and some did not. Anyway, Xue Tingyan suggested, as to whether they would do so, it has nothing to do with him.

The porridge in the pot was groaning, and it looked sticky from afar. Xue Tingwan was hungry, smelling the porridge, and missed strokes more and more.

I don't know how she is now, whether her belly is growing up, but the child is obedient. Xue Tingyan also learned after a long, long time, it turned out that it was so difficult for the women and the family to carry the body, but when he was returned home, the child was born.

He silently held the wooden spoon in the pot and stirred it again before he picked up the small copper pot. Then he took out an identical copper pan, put it on the stove to heat it up, and took out a small jar with only a shallow layer of oil in it. These oils seem to be very little, but they are enough for him. There is too much oil to bring in. Before that, the searcher searched this jar of oil and saw that the mouth of the altar was wide open, and there was only a layer of oil in the bottom. Only one glance and then let it go.

Xue Tingyan poured some oil in a small pot. Taking advantage of this gap, he took out two eggs from the test box. He brought only six eggs together, so he could save some food. Today is not really hungry today, Xue Tingyan will put eggs to eat tomorrow.

With a stab, the egg was beaten into the pot, emitting a tantalizing fragrance. This is the time when people are coming and going, and all the passing candidates are staring at him dumbfounded.

In a few moments, the eggs will be fried.

Xue Tingyan put the eggs out, extinguished the fire, and took out a bowl with pickles. The pickles only have a small half bowl, and Zhao Er was brought to Beilu Academy with the letter. He kept saving and did not eat, just for today.

Eating porridge in the pot, eating small pickles, and fried eggs, it is not too much to say that the world is delicious.

Xue Tingyan licked the bottom of the pot clean, only to find that he couldn't bend over. He went out of the house to wash the pots and spoons. Someone at the bottom of the alley burst into wailing sounds. It seems that this person was smoked the most unlucky ‘feces’, the one near the latrine.

He mourned for the man in the bottom of his heart, and then took the pot and returned.

There are more and more people in this laneway. There are noisy footsteps between the ears. Some people curse, some howl, some people complain, and there is more noise. It wasn't until the trumpeter came to drink a quiet voice that these voices were lowered.

Xue Tingyan took the number board down and made it into a bed, and took out two thin mattresses on it, one bed and one cover. Today is only for admission. The main event is tomorrow. When the test questions are posted in the middle of the night, he intends to sleep first and then say, otherwise he will not be energized until tomorrow.

When I slept into the middle of the night, a deep drum sounded.

This drum sound is very dull, it seems to hit people's hearts, so the candidates, whether they fall asleep or not, get up. Xue Tingyan got up from the bed and came to the door of No. She heard a voice coming from far away. He could not hear what was being said. After waiting for a while, a team of soldiers holding the examination paper appeared.

"No noise, no whispering, no back and forth, no walking around, no out of the house. Don't worry, one person, one for you."

The leading troop was walking back and forth, and all the candidates entered the troop, with only one head exposed.

The test paper started from the hair and was quickly delivered to Xue Tingyan's hand, a thick stack. Don't look at this thing as light, but if the one is smudged and damaged, you don't have to take the test this time, just go home.

Some candidates took the exam papers and couldn't wait to place candles to read the question. Xue Tingyan was not in a hurry. The trumpeters who issued the test papers did not leave, but the two of them patrolled in the lane.

Since then, even the first test has taken place, in this quiet night with a slight coolness, in this narrow, narrow trumpet, under the eye of the troop-like troop like a thief.

Xue Tingyan also lit a candle, not a single one, but a few, and then looked away from the exam questions.

The first session of the township test was seven questions, three in the "Four Books" and four in the "Five Classics". Because at the time of applying for the exam, which one of the five classics was chosen as the test question, the questions that Xue Tingyan wanted to test were all printed on the paper. His personal information, including his name, age and place of origin, was also printed on the test paper in advance.

Xue Tingyan reviewed not only the questions but also the errors on them, including every word above. After confirming that he was right, he read the seven questions again before putting the exam papers in a special bag and blowing out the candles.

He didn't plan to smear it. At first, the lights were dim and eye-catching. Secondly, he wanted to get a belly draft first.

In the night of August, it was still quite cold, Xue Tingyan got into the quilt again and meditated quietly on the question.

Obviously, many people have different ideas from him. Standing on the Mingyuan Tower, you can clearly see a little candlelight, densely arranged in rows. No one who has seen this kind of scene thought it would be a firefly. No one knows that it is indeed a firefly, but no one knows whether the firefly will burn into a fire.

Huang Mingzhong looked at this scene, and somehow such a thought popped into his mind.

He shook his head with a smile, feeling that he must have been overly nervous for the past few days.

The examiner seems to be beautiful. Once the exam is over, there are countless students. But behind the scenery, there are also hidden invisible crises, one accident is the end of all losses.

He had to seize this opportunity, after all, it was the elders who worked hard for him. After this incident is over, his prestige in North Korea will rise to the next level. Tan Liang, the clerk of the Libei Department, will be old, and he will die in the past two years. .

"President, the night wind is very cold ..."

The man standing behind him stopped after just saying such a sentence. In the official track, the only thing is to show half and hide half, and let you tell you everything, do you teach the above to do things or do things?

Huang Mingzhong glanced at the firefly again before turning around. The person who spoke to him was Superintendent Zhu Zhi. This time he led the governor of Shanxi, and he always took the picketing and guarding affairs in the examination room.

He remembered what the old man had told him, and as he went outside, he lowered his voice and said: "How many of those people are you staring at? The others are just that, the surnamed Xue ..."

The voice subsided in the air and stayed out of the room. The two of them were in a serious color, and separated to return to where they should be.