The Little First Grand Secretary in My House

Xue Tingyan slept until the sky was bright, he sat up from the bed board, picked up the title bag that had been sleeping under him all night, and then began to pick up the bed.

The coverings were neatly stacked and piled on the ground in the corner of the trestle, under which was covered with furoshiki. He put the question bag in the book bag and hung it in front of him, so he took the washbasin, cup, cloth towel, but washed it in the water tank.

Along the way, many candlelights were still lit, and the candidates buried their heads in writing. Suddenly, hearing footsteps, subconsciously looked up at the pedestrian. Xue Tingyan saw the candidates who were still energetic yesterday, and now they are all exhausted, and some of the buns are messy, and some of the eyes are still confused.

At this time, Xue Tingyan, who was holding a washbasin and was clearly preparing to go for a wash, looked like an alien, not at all compatible with the atmosphere of Gongyuan.

Not only did the examinee look at him, he watched him for the night after the garrison, and they all thought that this person came to test the judging person? Don't be afraid that it's just passing by.

Just as Xue Tingyan turned around and went to the end of the lane to wash with water, a troop standing nearby not far away suddenly moved. In addition to being patrolled, the entire laneway is also monitored by a troop in every tenth troop. From time to time, walk around to see what the candidates are doing.

At this time, the title army moved, and all the candidates they saw were regarded as patrolling, and did not pay attention to them. No one noticed that the numbered army had entered one of the number houses, and Xu Yi came out, looking suspicious.

Xue Tingyan cleaned his face and brushed his teeth carefully with green salt before returning with a washbasin.

When he was approaching the number one, he saw that the troop responsible for patrolling their piece had shifted his position. He used to stand in front of the gate of the fourth fire character, but now suddenly turned to the gate of the eighth character. Xue Tingyan is on the 7th of the fire character, but he did not care about it. These troop troops are constantly moving, and there is no rule that the other party must stand at a certain position, otherwise how to monitor the candidates.

Because of his attention, the other party looked at him, and he also looked at the other party. Immediately, Xue Tingyan entered the troop.

He put the washbasin in a corner, and when he was going to get a copper pot for breakfast, he suddenly found that his things were moved.

Xue Tingyan has a habit, this habit was learned from playing small and recruiting children, that is, what is used should be returned to the original place. That is to say, you won't put things around randomly, where you put it last time, next time you go there to pick it up, you must still be there, so you can avoid always finding things.

His pot was moved. His two small copper pots were supposed to be placed above the test box, but at this time they were placed on the ground next to the test box. If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely not pay attention to these details, but just forget it. It was a pity that he met Xue Tingyan. He was quite sure that someone had come to this room after he left and turned over his things.

He didn't go to check the test box, and he didn't seem to find it all. He took his face from a sunken table above the test box.

These noodles are rolled out in advance, cut into thin roots, and then placed in a cool place to dry. This kind of noodles can be kept for ten days and a half months and will not be bad. Generally, no one wants to spend such effort, just eat now and roll it out. It is not so convenient in the Kegong courtyard. With these noodles, you can eat them in the next bowl.

Xue Tingyan made himself a bowl of egg noodles, served with small pickles, and had a meal.

This time he didn't dare to eat it, he stopped when he was full. Take the pots and wash them, wash your face and wash your hands again before you come to the test, and take the test paper from the book bag that has been hanging in front of you.

The examination papers of the township examination are of a standard format, unified into a red grid paper that is one foot long and four inches wide, with 12 lines per page and 25 characters per line. Each question has a three-page test paper and is numbered. The first half of the first page contains the test questions, and the following is the main text.

There are twenty-one pages in the seven questions, and no one word can be wrong, otherwise the question will be destroyed.

A dozen more white rice papers were also issued in the tribute courtyard as manuscript paper, which can generally be prepared on the manuscript paper.

Xue Tingyan seemed to participate in the first rural examination for the first time, and it was strange to see anything. He rubbed the test paper in his hand and rubbed it, and then put it into the question bag cherishly and took out the manuscript paper.

After rubbing the ink, he wrote the first question on the manuscript paper, and then began to daze at the question.

There were bursts of footsteps outside, and a low voice, it was time for the troopmen to change. Candidates can rest at night, for example, they are as big as Xue Tingyan, but these troop soldiers can't blink in the blink of an eye, they must stare at all candidates.

Xue Tingyan didn't look up, thinking about the question intently, but he could feel that four eyes fell on him, and he immediately moved away.

The trooper in front of the No. 8 fire character changed a person, but it was obvious that this man was not as cautious as the previous one. He seemed very curious about Xue Tingyan and always looked over from time to time.

If Xue Tingyan didn't realize it, he finally wrote the first word.

The title of the first four books is: The Son of Heaven has the Taoist rites and rituals from the Son of Heaven.

The title is from "The Analects of Confucius. Ji": "Confucius said: If there is Tao in the world, the ritual music will be conquered, and from the Son of Heaven; if there is no Tao in the world, the ritual music will be conquered, from the prince ..."

The general idea is that the saint thinks that ritual music is a national event, and its decision-making power belongs to the Son of Heaven, so as to maintain the unified national autocracy. Otherwise, there are many ways of politics, and there are orders that can't work, and there are prohibitions that can't stop.

Xue Tingyan saw this question yesterday, and he was a little bit obscure.

Without him, this question has appeared in the examination room of the township examination many times in the previous dynasty, especially during the years of Wu Jianwen in the Minghong era. The meeting was held under the heel of the emperor. Its purpose is self-evident, but to emphasize the supreme decision-making power of the emperor and the great unity of the country.

This question was asked later, if it did not match the current situation, it was entirely a vassal, in order to shoot the emperor's fart.

The reason why Xue Tingyan was so secretive was that he thought that Huang Mingzhong was smart and capable, but in fact it was a wine bag. You patronize for the good looks, but also grateful for the emperor's graciousness, patting the emperor's fart is not necessary, where can you place your teacher?

The emperor spoke and counted. What did the ministers headed by Wu Gelao count?

stupid! stupid! stupid!

Xue Tingyan even said three stupid words in his heart, but the words he wrote were diametrically opposed.

"Only rule governs the world, the system is unified with people.

Gai Liyue levy, also the system of the emperor. The system comes from the emperor and does not move down. When the non-government is prosperous, can it be?

Xi Fuzi talked about the situation in the world, Yi Ruo said, Jun Ming Chen Liang, ruled his way, and no imperfection above the court ...

...

The government of conscription is always within the prince Gangwei.

Therefore, when there is a way in the world, not in later generations. "

...

Today the weather is good, the weather is sunny, and it's still hot at noon.

After finishing the four book titles in one breath, Xue Tingyan put down the pen and reached out to rub the bridge of his nose.

The troop standing in front of the No. 8 fire character has not moved his position, even if he patrols occasionally, he eventually returns to that place.

That place happened to be slanting towards the fire character No. 7, and you could vaguely see every move here, but it wouldn't be too shaky. Xue Tingyan took advantage of the opportunity to raise his head, and swept away. He felt pity for the colleagues next door, and he did not know how frightened he was now.

Alas, he was the one who was hurting each other.

The candidate sitting next to him was really frightened.

This old man with a splayed face and a thin face is already in his forties. He has also come to the township test five times. He believes that if he cheated, he might have been a person many years ago. Such a conscientious person who has contributed to the imperial court is now being so monitored. Is it really like his mother-in-law said that he has a thief face?

Feng Mao got the test questions last night and wrote Bingzhu overnight. He wanted to take advantage of the momentum to finish writing all the questions. It is important to know that the three days of a township test, under such a harsh environment, people's mental strength is not as good as a day. He has tried to write slowly, or to complete several questions in a period of time, but the last time is never enough, and the following articles are obviously not as good as the previous ones.

Just like the first two times, he was very sure, but he still missed it, both because he was old and his spirit was not as good as before. The art of war is not cloudless: one blows one's strength, then declines again, and exhausts three times.

So he must take advantage of the momentum to complete in one fell swoop, and then slowly revise the transcript, so that he can have enough time.

This time he will definitely be able to lift.

I thought very well and planned very well. Who ever wanted to meet a black-faced king.

Feng Mao really wanted to tell the military lord that it was okay to call him his grandfather. Can you stop him in front of him? He really didn't cheat!

Xue Tingyan waited for the ink on the manuscript to dry before putting it in the book bag in front of him. He planned to make lunch.

He turned around in the pile for a while, and in a short time brought out a bowl of chicken wing meat from inside.

The bones of these chicken wings were broken down, cut in the middle, and sprinkled with seasoning for a day. It can be expected that the taste will definitely not be too good, but chat is better than nothing, just such a condition.

He took the rice and meat to wash, and hit the water back by the way. Rice is used for cooking, and the meat in the wings is used for frying. After a while, the meal was ready, and it was almost unbelievable. He lifted the small copper pan from the wind stove, opened the lid, and the rice was overflowing, and it was scattered in the lane along the wind.

So fragrant!

Everyone who smells thinks like this, but when the smell of the fried chicken wings spreads out, it becomes salivating and hungry.

Damn! This is to test people, or to picnic!

There are those distracted scholars who can't do simple questions or write them. They walk out of the number house and walk back and forth in a pretence.

Sure enough, it was the man of the fire character number seven!

Damn, when I came to the tribute courtyard, I cooked porridge again, and now it ’s still frying the meat, which makes them only able to eat the steamed buns that have been messed up by Sou Zi, how should they live!

It seems that there are a lot of candidates coming out of the wind, and some troop soldiers are afraid of messing up, so they drink so that they are fine and don't idle! Do n’t look at the first candidates who are afraid of these troop. Some old oil seeds are not afraid of them. They come in three years and come here so many times. !

Quite a bit of a broken jar, but these troop soldiers really dare not provoke these people.

These people are scornful and worthy of fame. I'm not afraid that rogues will fight, I'm afraid that Xiu is a rogue. Before the township test, some troop soldiers could not stand the blindness of these people and deliberately found faults. The stubborn candidate immediately lay on the floor and howled, saying that the military tyrant bullied the test-takers and would die in the tribute courtyard.

This is not a joke. If a candidate dies in a tribute courtyard, he will definitely be investigated. If the other party did not cheat or disturb the tribute courtyard, but died for no reason, not only this one troop will be held accountable, but the people in the same class will not be able to run away.

After all, generally speaking, the scholars are much more expensive than the military lords. After leaving the examination room, no one is willing to give these people a positive look. This is why these troopmen are particularly harsh in treating these scholars in the tribute courtyard, because they can only raise their eyebrows in front of the scholars.

A candidate has shook back and forth in front of Xue Tingyan several times. The troop standing in front of the No. 8 fire stared at him with countless eyes, and he still ignored it.

Just after the chicken wings were fried, Xue Tingyan shook the chopsticks in his hand: "Would you like some more?"

"Me?" The man was surprised, and immediately ran away.

Not long afterwards, the man turned back and had a broken bowl in his hand.

"Huh, they are too rude, they broke a gap in my bowl, don't laugh at Xiongtai."

The black-faced army finally couldn't help but come forward: "Fire word number 13, who will allow you to talk to people, come back to your number house!"

Huo Zi glanced at him on the thirteenth: "Huh, what is so fierce? Eating a piece of meat is hindering you, delaying your essay, be careful I sue the president!

"you--"

"What am I? Look at my bowl, is there any entrainment?"

He fiddled with the broken bowl twice in front of the Black-faced Army, what you look like to me. The black-faced army hated its teeth, and wished to slap the man.

"That's all. I'll split you in half. Hurry back to the house, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

Huo Zi took the meat on the thirteenth, and he smiled and smiled, and said: "Eh, the courage is so small, they are just paper tigers. Well, I won't hurt you, and eat meat." When he turned to leave, he He smiled brilliantly at Xue Tingyan, and said, "Xitai, I will see you Yu Xuanang, young talent, this time I will be able to win."

"Tongzhong!"

"Thanks to you!"

With that said, this person shook his head while carrying the bowl and hummed in the mouth. But if you listen carefully, you can tell, where is he humming a song, clearly studying at university.

Hum Xiaoqu is an obsessive voice that insults the tribute courtyard, but can go to university, who dare not say not to go to university? No one dares to say!

Xue Tingyan smiled, looked up at the troop who was staring at him, and asked with a smile: "Sir, do you want to come too?"

The Black-faced Army stared at him fiercely: "Don't be in trouble, if not ..."

Otherwise you look!

In the scorching eyes, Xue Tingyan finished his lunch. After finishing the pan and washing the dishes, he didn't elaborate. After returning, he took out the manuscript again to continue writing.

I continued to write until the sunset fell and the night was about to fall, and the seven questions were finally written.

At this time, the quiet alleyway was lively again.

After two days and one night, many people have gradually become accustomed to the atmosphere of the tribute courtyard, and by this time, the seven questions should also be written, just waiting to be copied. Apart from feeling relaxed, she also became comfortable and free of time. She ate when hungry and went to sleep when she was sleepy. When it came to dinner, she would naturally come out and cook.

Dinner is noodles, and after eating, Xue Tingyan usually did the dishes.

When he came back, he brought a small pot of water, which was intended to be burnt to drink later.

The laneway was narrow and people were coming and going. He carefully guarded the small pot. Unfortunately, he was hit by the person. The person who hit him was the black-faced army. A pot of water made him wet all over.

"Why don't you watch when you walk, are you okay?"

Candidates from nearby houses all looked here, showing sympathy. Some candidates enter the tribute college in such a dress, they wear it for three days. At this time, they get wet, and do n’t mention wearing wet clothes to spend the night here, and they will definitely get cold tomorrow. How can you write questions in such clothes.

The black-faced soldier looked at Xue Tingyan indifferently, but his eyes were on his book bag.

Xue Tingyan seemed a little flustered, and quickly took out a few dizzy manuscripts from his book bag, shouting: "My draft, I wrote a whole day and night draft! My questions are all written, just wait Copy! "

what!

Witnessing all these candidates, the eyes are even more pity.

The merits of the two days are destroyed once. Although the township test is to take three exams, each of the three days, but these three days count the time of the roll-in yesterday. It also means that before the sunset, you have to play, and there is only one day and one night left. And the essay is a masterpiece. Anyone who dares to say to write it again will be able to write the same wonderful article. Who does n’t know that the energy of the candidates on the first day is the most energetic, and the article is naturally better than the latter.

"It's you who hit me, but it's not me who hit you!" Said the black-faced army.

Other troop soldiers heard the movement and asked what was going on. Xue Tingyan told him in a crying mourning, the halo of manuscript paper was still reluctant to be thrown away, such as the mourning examination concubine.

"This is an accident. He didn't do it on purpose. Can you bring spare clothes? Hurry back to the number house to change your clothes. If the night wind blows, beware of the cold. There are still two days to rewrite. "

What else? It can only be this way.

Xue Tingyan returned to the number house, put down the blue curtain, and changed his clothes soon. After picking the candle in the night battle, I saw him sighing and crumpling the manuscript paper sometimes. The candidates who had passed the exam twice knew that this state of him might be overhanging this time. Can I finish the question or not?

For a while, those who are sympathetic and who are gloating are not going to elaborate.

The next day, Xue Tingyan was still in such a state, and occasionally someone passed by in front of him, and all shook his head and sighed. Huozi also came once on the thirteenth, and even braved the thrill of being reprimanded by the troop army, he comforted him a few words, and the guilt in his eyes was expressed in words. The troop reprimanded.

In fact, by the morning of the third day, there were already many candidates submitting the papers. Chen Jian submitted the papers at this time, but did not leave, but waited for others.

The time to put the second row was at noon. This time I only saw Lin Miao and several other students from Beilu Academy, exhausted from the tribute courtyard with exhaustion. Li Datian, Mao Badou, and Xue Tingyan had not yet seen them.

Chen Jian felt a little worried in his heart. He originally thought that the court must be earlier than him. Who would have thought that it hadn't come out for so long, what happened?

Because of this reason, he did not leave with a tired body, waiting stubbornly. Seeing this, Lin Miao asked the others to go back first, and then stayed with Chen Jian to stay.

The third row is when Shen, Li Datian and Mao Badou came out this time.

The two were so tired that they felt a bit sad when they saw the teacher and Chen Jian waiting for them. Soon it was discovered that Xue Tingyan was not there, what about people?

People have not come out yet.

Knowing this from Chen Jian's mouth, both of them were shocked, and their heart was definitely in trouble.

Seeing the evening, the fourth row was also released, but the people who had not seen Xue Tingyan no longer doubted since then. There must be something wrong, and Xue Tingyan would never leave the examination room.

"Teacher, what should I do?"

Lin Miao frowned: "Wait a minute, there will be a final clean-up. When the time comes, the court will definitely come out. Don't worry, although my Beilu Academy is not in trouble, it is not afraid of things. Let him come and go! "

This is probably what Lin Miao, who has always been kind to people, said the most ruthlessly.

Hou Si also accompanied him all the time, and Wen Yan also said: "Mr. said, my Beilu Academy is not so annoying."

In the tribute courtyard, Xue Tingyan finally finished writing the last word.

He looked a little guilty at Huo Zi No. 13 who had been standing outside. The Huo Zi No. 13 book was actually written long ago. After handing in the volume, he was reluctant to leave. No matter how the army threatened, it did not move like a mountain.

The key point is that these troop soldiers have no way to take him. The tribute court does not have to stipulate that they must leave after the exam.

Then he accompanied Xue Tingyan all afternoon, until the night came.

The clearing army had come here, and Xue Tingyan stood up: "You are too stubborn."

"This is what I did, not your business."

Xue Tingyan shook his head and smiled, suddenly raising his voice: "Turn over!"

"You have finally handed in the papers? I haven't seen any more trouble than you, the last one!"