Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

The well-proposed literary meeting turned out to be a discussion meeting for them to write a new manuscript.

The talented scholars secretly slandered a few words, but after the new manuscript came up, looking at the lonely and desolate cover, looking at the eight murderous characters, their nerves were immediately tense, and all complaints were thrown away. Beyond Jiuxiao——

This is Jin Yiwei!

This is the real Jinyiwei!

It is not the "Young Jinyiwei" written for the two uncles, but the real Jinyiwei comics that have emerged since they were young, even when some of them were boys!

Even though the person in the painting was too small to see the facial features, they knew at a glance that Zeng Ping Bailian taught, broke the headless case, made false accusations, and led ten in "The Storm of Jinyiwei" and "The Storm of Jinyiwei" Xie Zhenfu of 4,000 Pingwa!

This time they are going to write about the real Xie Zhenfu and 14 thousand households, and possibly Wang Yaoniang and her husband Feng Yun!

Although they were in and out of the Cui's house on a daily basis, they had seen a lot of the prototype of Xie Zhenfu who returned to the next door, Jin Yiwei and Xie Ying, but that Xie Tongzhi had never beaten the Japanese pirates, and the feeling was different. It's like Xueshi Cui-they looked at the intelligent, gentle, and considerate Cui Hanlin when they watched the comics. How could they think that he himself is such a talented person who would force them to study and strengthen their bodies. How about Mr. Severe who writes books for the people?

Several talented scholars were so excited that they could not breathe smoothly. They hurriedly asked people to take a towel and wipe their hands. After they wiped them cleanly, they took the outline and turned it over.

The new story is to raid the grasslands.

First, Ping Wo, and finally Ping Yu. How good would it be for the court to be willing to punish the captives?

Everyone sighed in their hearts and looked down at the book. The style of this Pinghu story is the same as the previous Jin Yiwei. The text is clear and graceful, and the mixed poems are quite moving, but the story it describes is not as clear and graceful as the writing, but like a bowstring, with blood hidden everywhere.

This story begins with the 14 thousand Hirawa. It is about the Japanese king who was rescued from the shogunate by the soldiers and horses of the shogunate, bowed his head and professed him, and wished to be the Lord of the Tang Dynasty forever. The neighboring countries all cherished the mighty virtue of China, and ordered the envoy to honor the emperor of Tang Dynasty with the treasure. When the envoys of the Western Regions gave gifts to Beijing, they were intercepted by the little prince of the barbarian tribe, and the envoys all went to Beijing to ask the emperor to be the master. Fu Xieying in Jinyiwei Town was ordered to recover the national treasure, so he took 14 thousand Qingqi out of the fort and went deep into the desert to find the barbarian royal court.

The book writes that the barbarians are so brutal and straight that their hair is straight, while the grasslands and deserts are as if they are in front of them, occasionally with detailed pictures of life, such as the cold night of the desert, the shadow of the sword, the shadow of the sword, the thousands of miles of water grass, and the snow-manded bow...

The previous page is the jubilant bonfire banquet in front of the grassland king's account, and the next page is the Han people who are bound and driven like cattle and sheep in the grassland. These talented people feel like a knife.

The Jinyi guards gradually dispersed in the pursuit, and then tried their best to find their companions, and gave the map and the location of the Great Desert King's Court to Xie Zhenfu. However, thousands of households were seriously injured or distracted from the prisoners. To chase and kill but not to return to his hometown, he can only stand the setting sun behind his back, looking at his back to the Central Plains...

Zhu Zhishan's tears fell and his glasses blurred, and impulsive teenagers like Bian Gong and Li Zhaoxian almost ran to the Xie Mansion next to him to take a look.

Fortunately, Xie Zhenfu finally brought the entire map back to the capital. The emperor was furious and sent the soldiers of the nine towns to cover the desert and flatten the barbarian palace. After the army stepped out of the border, the fourteen thousand families who were injured and left in the grassland were also transferred to the army, leading the Jinyiwei, and marching in the army as neatly and majesticly as at the end of the previous one, killing the barbarian king. Before the account.

Seeing this ending, everyone sighed, thinking about how to write with peace of mind.

Only Wang Shouren knew that he was here to have a meeting and eat something. It was impossible to be an author, so he didn’t want to write a manuscript. He just sighed: "I knew that when I left Shanhaiguan, I would go north for a while. See where there is aquatic plants and where you can walk through the horses and carts. When you look back, you can also draw a map."

Li Zhaoxian's focus is also different from others, and he first praised his writing-like his father. Clear and exquisite, and expressive, won the essence of Chaling body.

Wang Shouren couldn't bear to listen more. This article is not the essence of Chaling, but it must be written by Chaling himself. Isn’t it different and not precise?

He shook his head and sighed for Li Zhaoxian's innocence, but another thought faintly shifted in his heart-now that the side reports are good news, and the court has got sweet potatoes such as sweet potatoes that can live for thousands of people. When the story of Ping Nippon was not finished, I wrote the manuscript of "Surrounding the Wind and Clouds". Could it be the court...

Interested to replicate?

He clasped the picture book in his hand, his chest jumping extremely fast, but he dared not say the guess.

The fertile land of the Hetao River is thousands of miles, the water and grass are abundant, it is a good place to raise horses, and they are the cavalry who are not the predecessors of Tatar and Oala in the Central Plains? If there is a good breed of war horse, if the frontier can be pushed back to the north of Duoyan Sanwei, how could Yuanren invade the capital so easily!

How could he have a way to participate in this battle!

Wang Shouren was so excited that he wanted to take another Wu Zhuangyuan test, led his troops out, and wanted to simply resign from the Imperial Academy, and let him go to serve as a Yansui Yushi... He was so full of thoughts, and he didn't care about this one that had nothing to do with him right now. Literary meeting.

He was immersed in strategic thinking, and only occasionally bitten two crystal sweet potato rolls. After an unknown period of time, he suddenly asked Li Mengyang beside him to push him and asked whom he planned to write about.

Fourteen thousands of households still have their own hidden exploration stories, and the seven talented people present each lead two, and then Cui Xie writes the line of Xie Zhenfu, which happens to be clearly and neatly divided. Wang Shouren shook his head and said in a low voice: "Bo Zheng and I are not the book writers, and Brother He Zhong can't write either. It is estimated that each of you will have three for each of you. Xie Zhenfu's drama is more important, whoever decides. Then he will write one less person."

Li Mengyang was stunned, thinking that he and Tang Zhubian Wang usually wrote the manuscripts. Wang Shouren did not care about writing. Although Li Zhaoxian asked a few times after they published the book, he never joined the team of writing manuscripts. Cui Xie wants to compile the agricultural classics again, and now he is staring at the cultivation of sweet potatoes, fearing that he won't have time to write this.

Fortunately, a few of them are enough to write this story.

Li Mengyang left him and discussed with several other people: "The story of the expedition to the desert is bleak and gloomy. The relaxed style of Hepingwo's first women's clothing and Wang Qianhu's beautiful night is very different. Our article The writing should also be thick and heavy. I should imitate the Qin and Han dynasties, and focus on simplicity and dignity, instead of blindly imitating Chaling style."

His poems and essays are magnificent, vigorous and vigorous, and they are very famous among the people below the Chaling seat. As soon as this is said, Bian and Wang will reconcile each other. Zhu Zhishan also intends to move, but Tang Yin and Li Zhaoxian are geniuses. I only want to write my own style of writing, and I don't want to change it according to others' style.

However, although the first two Jinyiwei stories are divided into many authors, they seem to have the same style from painting to essay. If the first page of their new story is smooth and graceful, and the next page is simple and thick, readers will blame them for being bad. Jin Yiwei's reputation!

There was no result in two fights, so I had to call Cui Xie Pingli.

Cui Xie naturally reasoned, he was talking about Li Dongyang's reasoning.

There are fifteen main characters in this Jinyiweili, and the fifteen lines are divided into five people. Zhu Zhishan writes the story of Xie Ying. The rest is followed by lottery. Li Zhaoxian does not write specific stories, but is only responsible for polishing and unifying the style-the text of this outline shall prevail, and he has the right to modify any style that is too far apart. Wang Shouren supervised, reviewed the content and style, and finally finalized the draft.

Everyone was stunned by this decision, Wang Shouren couldn't help but got up and asked, "Why would you use me and Bozheng? Could it be--" Is it because their father stopped writing?

Cui Xie smiled and said, "Of course it’s because you two have loved watching Jin Yiwei since childhood, and are most familiar with the style of the previous author. The common people love to read Jin Yiwei comics because the stories of the first two are good, the text is clear and easy to understand, so the third part, The fourth part...no matter how many copies will be printed in the future, no matter whether the picture or the text, there must be no change at all."

He looked at the five authors again and said in a serious tone: "You have to write your own style. A hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend. You can write the "Daily Agricultural Economics" series. Each has a story. The people can see whoever writes it. Whoever buys it. But Jin Yiwei is different. It is a story that has been published for several years and has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people from pictures to words. I wrote this not to show you your talents, but to make the book buyers happy to see it. To write it."

Literature and art are to serve the people, not for a small group of artists to appreciate themselves!

When Cui Xie used to force them to study and take an exam, he always spoke softly and softly, like a spring breeze. He had never been so serious before, and several people who had been coaxed to become an author by him were a bit embarrassed.

Only Wang Shouren and Li Zhaoxian knew that he was a strong man capable of carrying the power, in case these talents were offended... I really don't know what he can do.

Anyway, no matter what they are doing, the small bodies of those scholars cannot bear it.

The two virtuous brothers immediately got up to persuade him. Cui Xie was actually not really angry, but he was afraid that the new authors would be stubborn and would write his comics as Han and Wei style. He took Wang and Li to sit down and asked the five of them what they thought--

It's okay to say it now, and it's okay to pick and choose, he doesn't blame it. But as long as they accept the manuscript, they have to write according to the first two parts; if they change the style of writing at will, then he will change his role in a big deal, and directly let Li Zhaoxian take over his father's business.

Li Mengyang was reluctant to let go, and felt that the previous style of writing did not fit the content of the story, and that his own style was better. After hesitating for a while, he argued to Cui Xie: "This question is that the story of "The Wind and Cloud" is very different from the previous one. Why should I insist on the same style of writing? As long as you write well, scholars still like it. Li's article is not even true. Dare to say that Luoyang paper is expensive, it can be considered as a sung for a while, why not..."

It won't work.

Editor Cui is very firm.

From elementary school to university, he never memorized a poem by Li Mengyang or a piece of his essay. How popular is his retro style? Those who are really popular have to let the students vomit!

Not as good as Tang Bohu, a Taohuanu song, most of China can recite a few sentences.

He took a peek at Tang Bohu, put aside the manuscript, stood up and said: "In the past, Bai Letian wrote poems, so he must make the illiterate grandmother understand it. Our comics are loved by the ministers of the public ministers and even the traffickers and pawns. If you look at it, you need to be simple, clear and catchy. If you can't write such an article, then I have to write someone else."

Li Mengyang said, "Master Cui is going to kick me out?"

Cui Xie asked him sadly: "When did I say that? I just told you to write according to the old style. Can Kong Tong really not change the style? When you wrote the "Daily Agricultural Classic", I I have never taken care of you, only this..."

He saw that Li Mengyang and Wang Jiusi had a look of disapproval in his eyes, and he had to sigh: "If you think I am embarrassing you, and retro articles are better than this, then that's all! You will go back today and try to write the beginning of a book. Come, Zhaoxian, you will also write a copy. I will provide you with the picture. I will hold a draft selection conference afterwards, so that the officials and the people in Beijing will vote for the best manuscript. Is this fair?"

fair. Tang Bohu stood up and said, "Bohu has no objection. I wish my brother and I would like to try it."

Naturally, Li Zhaoxian didn't have anything to say. Li Dongyang, Wang Jiusi, and Bian Gong relied on their talents, and were unwilling to save everyone's face, so they agreed. After eating the sweet potato feast, several people were suffocating in their abdomen, so they stopped leaving the feast, and each took an outline and wrote it back.

Cui Xie immediately arranged for someone to book the Huangjia Garden. Nowadays, this garden is often called for rehearsals or various events, and it can only be booked half a year in advance. But he wasn't too anxious, he had to write these six manuscripts for a while, and he would have to split the shots, draw line drafts, and make color fingers when they were written... When they were officially printed, it might be next year.

He wrote a note and called the shopkeeper to prepare for this, and first compiled a guide for sweet potato planting and eating. After the paper was written, it was suddenly discovered that several frequently used authors had been sent to write Jin Yiwei. No one helped him arrange it. After a round, he had no choice but to ask Fei Hong of the same year.

Fei Hong worked as a lecturer with him. Every day the prince listened to him to teach agricultural classics, and Fei Hong also listened to him. Hearing that he wanted to write a comic book to teach people to grow sweet potatoes, he readily agreed: "You are looking for me, if someone else Read the book one more time. I have been with the prince to listen to you clearly."

Student Fei is really a good person.

Cui Xie couldn’t help holding his old classmate’s hand and said affectionately, “Brother Zichong has helped me a lot! This matter is left to my brother. In the future, if someone offers such a good breed that benefits the country and the people, Xie will definitely pay it back. Brother Zichong should be invited to write a new book to benefit the people."

Fei Hong didn't think much about it, and happily agreed, and when he returned home, he flipped a stack of "Daily Agricultural Economics" from the shelf, first studied the routines, and then wrote the manuscripts following the routines. When he was in prison at the Imperial College, he was also rushed to pass on every article he wrote. Now, although he is not able to concentrate on writing articles as he did at that time, he is still young, and soon wrote an article "Jin Yi Wei Chu Haipingkou, the Lord of the Japanese Kingdom begs for grace and offers potatoes."

It was the first time he wrote this kind of manuscript, and it was a bit slower and more detailed, and it took a full month to figure it out. As soon as this article was written, Cui Xie gave him a "Guide to the Processing and Eating of Sweet Potato Starch", actually asking him to write a recipe.

Fei Hong, an orthodox gentleman, who has never been in the kitchen in his life, just stood in the yard and watched the servant grind the sweet potato mash for an afternoon in order to write down how to make sweet potato starch, and then stared at the people drying the powder. Steamed the noodles, and finally had a full meal of sweet potato noodles with salt, vinegar, sesame sauce, and garlic.

It's delicious.

He carefully wrote an eating guide, wrapped it up and handed it to Cui Xie.

However, not long after the writing of this article, Cui Xie stopped him after the value was dispersed, and said excitedly: "Brother Zichong heard of this? Some people who moved to Annan in the late Song Dynasty have contributed thousands of miles to pay tribute to our emperor. I presented a very delicious pinto, called peanut, which can squeeze the perfect sesame oil!

Fei Hong subconsciously replied: "Is this also a recipe?"