Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

The complaint is risky, so be cautious to persuade students.

After leaving school, Zhao Yinglin angrily blocked him in an inconspicuous place outside the school, full of anger and pain after being betrayed, gritted his teeth, grabbed his skirt and said: "How can you do this! I kindly invite You participated in the poem meeting, but you secretly complained to my grandma, I... I even treated you as a good person! You! You..."

Although Cui Xie was grabbed by the collar of his clothes and swayed in front of him with his small fist with protruding muscles, he still maintained the manner of a scholar and asked him: "How many words did Zhao Shixi write today? Dozens of pages of books memorized? How many circles and tips did Mr. Lin draw in the article?"

Zhao Yinglin grabbed his clothes and wanted to hit him. Hearing this was like a bucket of cold water on his head, his thin fist swayed in the air, but he took it back and said bitterly, "My grandma yesterday. My parents took turns to teach me, and they said they would tell my eldest brother and let my elder brother write back to me! I kindly invite you to participate in the poem meeting, and you treat me like this!"

Cui Xie waited calmly for him to finish, then raised his hand to grab the wrist and pulled it down, then pulled the thin hand away.

He looked at Zhao Yinglin and said sincerely: "Brother Zhao, don't rush to get angry. I did this for a reason. Brother Zhao would like to sit at my house?"

Zhao Yinglin turned his head away and snorted coldly. Cui Xie straightened his clothes, said "please", and walked out of the school first.

A few Zhao family members were already blocked outside the door. When they saw them, they laughed and said: "Young Master Cui, my father asked us to pick up the second brother home, so let us also give us the things the Young Master carries. Well, we can get more without effort."

Cui Xie thanked him, handed the bag to them, told them to take the inkstone home to prepare tea, and then said to them: "I have to ask Brother Zhao Shi for some things I can't do, and I hope the two eldest brothers can help me and Grandma Zhao. Uncle and Auntie said, let him go to my house to read a book for a while and talk about some topics."

A gangster said with difficulty: "My father, mother and grandma have kept watching the second brother for the past two days, and he is not allowed to be outside..."

Zhao Kui raised his hand and hit him, cursing: "Is Mr. Cui an outsider? Isn't the Cui family just like our Zhao family!" After cursing, Xiaosao turned around and smiled at Cui Xie: "You can take your second brother away. Well, when I go home and talk to my grandparents, I promise that their old couple will be happy and stop blaming the second brother for going around outside."

Zhao Yinglin followed behind with a pouting mouth, and looked at Cui Xie and his family members who don't know his surname from the corner of his eyes.

But he honestly boarded the Cui's door, and Zhao Kui was behind them with their bags.

In the courtyard, there were two hanging children chasing and frolicking. They were the sons and daughters of the printer Huang’s family. Cui Xie paused at the doorway and waited for them to run away before grabbing Zhao Yinglin’s wrist and saying, “Brother Zhao Shi, Come to my study."

His study is in the penthouse next to the bedroom. It was first picked by Mama Zhang for him. A door was opened on the west wall of the bedroom, allowing independent entry and exit. Later, because two craftsmen moved in and wanted to make furniture for them, Cui Xie also ordered himself a modern-style large bookshelf with a full wall, a couch, and he could read a book comfortably on the sofa.

Zhao Yinglin had never seen a study room arranged in this way before, and when he entered the door and saw the cabinet book, he was shocked.

But he was vomiting with Cui Xie and didn't want to praise him. After he recovered, he immediately put on a disdainful gesture and said critically, "Why are your bookshelves so ugly. The wood is not a good wood anymore. A layer of tung oil was added, and there was no carving, and there was no random change in the Kuang frame...Where is there a bed next to the table!

"This Arhat bed has been deducted from your work, right? It's narrow, and you can't lie down. The bed frame is still a bit backward. How could you want it? The cushions and pillows on it are too thick. It’s bloated. This fabric doesn’t work either. Our sheets are made of silk, and the pillows are all embroidered with flowers. You don’t even have embroidered patterns on the material of the sheets..."

He was deliberately picking the fault, seeing what was wrong, and ruining the house for nothing. When I turned my gaze from the side of the bookcase and saw the timetable nailed to the flour wall, my voice suddenly became dumb and speechless——

On that wall where the wood is flat and flat, a thin cedar board with movable numbers like a game scoreboard was hung with iron nails. On it was written a line of large characters: There are five hundred and twenty-nine from the Jiachennian County Test. day.

The three numbers are written on a small board that can be turned. Every day you turn a page, you can watch the exam day approaching day by day until the last day... Just thinking about this feeling makes people creepy and restless.

Zhao Yinglin felt that all his grievances were going to be dissipated in front of this sign, and asked in horror, "Why did you make such a sign to hang on the wall!"

Cui Xie said indifferently: "Because I am not a child student like Brother Zhao, I have to go to Yingxian exam first. The exact time of the county exam has not been determined, so I have to calculate the time of Chunwei, and it will be within a few days anyway. Brother Zhao Shi is going to take the Taoist exam, and he has two more months to review than I do, but two months have passed in a flash, right?"

"Well, there are still six hundred days left..." Zhao Yinglin retorted stiffly, and forcibly removed his gaze from the timing board, but saw Cui Xie's timetable for himself.

Mao Zhengchen wakes up to exercise, engraves to go to school at the beginning of the hour, and his husband repeats the "Four Books", 10 "Poems", 20 pages of words, twelve broken questions, and reads a chapter of "Books", "Li", and "Yi". "Spring and Autumn." After returning home from school, I read the essays and memorized three ancient essays. After dinner, I took a two-minute break and then started to review my notes during the day, memorizing and practicing painting...until I fell asleep in the second shift.

Obviously it's not the kind of arrangement to sleep in the middle of the night from the fifth shift, but how can you look at his class schedule that makes your heart chill?

At this time, holding an inkstone came in to deliver refreshments and school bags, and told them that Zhao Kui was going home first. Zhao Yinglin asked him to interrupt his thoughts, and he recovered from the atmosphere where the exam was approaching and he couldn't stop studying.

His anger when he first arrived has long forgotten to go to Java, and he insisted on arguing: "I never studied this way. Didn’t I get admitted to a child student early? Besides, you and your class schedule are also ordered. No, why don't you read "Law" and "Ling", why don't you learn "Zizhitongjian" and "Memorials of Famous Officials of the Past Dynasties"?"

Because the four books and the five classics are highly weighted, if you choose the middle or not, look at a few classic questions. The others are icing on the cake and can be pushed back.

Cui Xie smiled without saying a word, and asked him to sit down and drink tea.

The sofa cushions are made of duck and goose feathers collected in a sack of three cents of silver in the market. Sitting on it as if to sink, it is soft and soft. The curvature of the sofa back is also right, and the goose feather cushion is added, so you don't need to sit upright as you usually do. It naturally adjusts to the most comfortable feeling.

At the moment when he sat down, Zhao Yinglin was a little ashamed of the sofa. He felt that he shouldn't dislike it just because it was narrow and rough, and the cushion was not covered with satin. Sitting on the sofa of the Cui family, holding the tea from the Cui family, facing the Cui family... Brother, he couldn't express his anger, he hummed twice, and lowered his head.

Cui Xie asked calmly, "Brother Zhao Shi is angry with me?"

Zhao Yinglin bit his lip and said angrily: "You are going to go, why do you want to sue me? I knew you were the one who told the parents behind everything, so I, I won't help them ask you. !"

Cui Xie said sternly, "Whether I am going or not, and my brother can’t go. I am the son of a Beijing official. If I don’t study well in the future, I can go to prison and choose a small official. I can take my father in office and marry someone. A wife with a rich dowry, a cock-fighting lackey spends his life...Does the brother of the world compare to me?"

Why can't I compare with you! You are an official son, and I also have a paper shop at home, not the poor scholar who has never seen the world!

Zhao Yinglin burst into flames from his chest. He wanted to quarrel with him a little bit, but he spoke first and solemnly said: "Brother Zhao Dashi is studying in the palace and he can't easily come back. You are the only one who inherits the hope of the whole family under the knees of Huan's father. It's all sent to you! Your grandparents look forward to your success in studying and support the door; your parents point to you to ask the official to appoint you, and your parents--"

Zhao Yinglin was startled, and subconsciously whispered: "Then there is my elder brother..."

Cui Xie glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "Because of your elder brother, you have to study hard. Your elder brother taught you to read since childhood and cultivated you to become a talent. In the future, he will be admitted as a jinshi and become an official in the court. When helping, shouldn’t you show your ability to give back to him? Don’t you try to help him as soon as possible, do you want him to support him alone?"

Zhao Yinglin opened his mouth, not knowing how to refute. Cui Xie didn't give him a chance to think more, and the final word was: "You are the support of the whole family, and you have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders. How can you hurt your family to participate in a poem meeting? Okay, I have some articles written by the heads of the prefectures and counties of Shuntian Prefecture. You can take a few back to read them. No matter how good the poems at the poem meeting are, they are not as useful as these articles."

He took a few books he had read, wrapped them in oil paper carefully, and asked Pengyan to go to the kitchen to pick up some fresh fruits and snacks, personally sent Zhao Yinglin home, and said a few reassuring words to his parents.

Zhao Yuanwai really wanted to leave him as his grandson and exchange the unreasonable living monkey for the Cui family. Cui Xie smiled and comforted them: "In fact, Brother Ying Lin doesn't like those entertainments. He just admires the literati atmosphere and is willing to listen to the literati talk about poetry and essays. When I turned back, I copied the poems from the following meeting and brought him back, and he was happy. "

Uncle Zhao said: "Yes, you go back and copy some poems..."

Huh? You are not letting others go, how can you go? !

Cui Xie said very naturally: "My classmates and I are not familiar with each other. It's rare for them to invite me to go with me once. If they reject me for no reason, I am afraid that others think that I am a proud family member and will not be willing to interact with me in the future."

That's it. Member Zhao nodded his head repeatedly: "This is the truth. You scholars should do more poems and essays. If the kid Ying Lin wasn't really worried about him, I should let him go out to meet the world."

Zhao Yinglin was so angry that his face was bulging. Cui Xie was afraid that he would be angry. He also praised his father and grandfather: "Brother Yinglin is a responsible person. He definitely knows the severity and will not be affected by the flashy atmosphere outside. With a crooked mind."

Saying goodbye to the ancestors and grandchildren of the Zhao family and returning home, Pengyan asked him a little worriedly: "Big brother is really going to participate in that poem meeting? You are still vacant, and the mountains are cold on Chongyang, won't you let the cold wind into your wounds? "

In fact, the wound medicine sent by Xie Qianhu and the imperial doctor who invited him, the scars on his buttocks have long since healed, and there is only a little reddish knife mark on his shoulder. There was a slight itching before, but now he has no feeling at all. Up.

Cui Xie touched the wound through his clothes, and smiled: "The injury on my body has healed a long time ago, but you and your father are too worried, don't believe you touch it?"

Holding the inkstone and shook his head: "What's the use for me, I'm not a doctor. Forget it, I ask Mrs. Huang to put a thin padded jacket on it. I would rather wear more than let it catch the cold."

Cui Xie smiled and watched him run to the courtyard. He turned and went to the studio behind, asking the craftsmen how long it would take to engrave the plates and whether they could catch up with the Chongyang Poetry Society.

The engravers all laughed: "It takes us four or five days to make a plate very fast. Brother Pengyan counted me. There are hundreds of engravings in this book, and a single engraving cost three. More than a month. The picture has to be printed in color, which requires more engraving and overprinting. Now it’s the end of August, where Chongyang can catch up, it’s early to print the book in November. "

Cui Xie early guessed that the Taoist book would not be able to catch up, but after measuring the time, he felt that if only a picture was carved, and a delicate verse in the text was added to the picture, it seemed that it should be too late. He will practice his lines again in the past two days, and in early September he can try to imitate those embroideries and draw one. If you really can't keep up with the engraving, you have to hand-paint a few beautiful pictures and set them up purely at the poem meeting.

He asked a few more technical questions, and if he inadvertently mentioned a solution to the printing color is too hard and too dead-if you want to print the color as soft as smudging, you can press the part of the paper with your finger Coloring; and the darker and more solid areas to be printed can be traced with your nails, which is more flexible than using a brown rake.

In fact, he wanted to write down the things in the chemistry book and show them to these workers, but an official man didn’t know that printing was difficult, and it was normal to want to print color pictures willfully; someone who had never been in contact with printing suddenly took it out Color printing that transcends the times is a monster.

Therefore, he only occasionally made a few comments to guide the craftsmen to break through the limitations of their thinking. After that, the craftsmen could make up for the technical problems that he did not mention, and even researched a better printing process than the full-scale record of the posterity. method.

After hearing this method, the craftsmen immediately took out the paint and the carved board to try out the ink plum version. Zhao Shi, the most experienced teacher among printers, painted the engraved pigments of plum blossoms by himself, printed the paper on the ink plum, rubbed the paper with his fingers, and pressed out the colors one by one, and lifted it up to observe the effect.

The plum blossoms are printed softly and beautifully, and the edges are slightly moisturized, which really looks like they were drawn with a brush.

Zhao Shi's eyes were red with excitement, and he sighed, "I'm so old. I haven't figured out how these simple ways are born. I have to remind him! Fortunately, the son is Wenquxing Xingtian, born a thousand actor Baili, see Yizhishi, otherwise we will be delayed by old and confused craftsmen!"

Cui Xie smiled and said casually: "You are immersed in the engraving day and night, and when you go deep, it is difficult to think elsewhere. I am a layman, and I don’t care if I think of it. It seems more flexible."

He saw that it was getting dark outside, and he said, "It's too late and it's inconvenient on the road. I don't rush to engrave the plate now. Go back early after you have dinner."