Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Before dinner, the famous doctor Xie Qianhu had hired rushed over from Beijing.

This medical officer Liu once served in the Imperial Medical Office. After resigning, he opened a pharmacy in Beijing and took a few of his sons to the church. He is best at treating bruises. He entered the door and looked at Cui Xie's wound, took the pulse, and quickly prescribed two prescriptions, one for internal use and the other for external use. He grabbed the herbs from the box and handed them to Pengyan for decoction.

After doctor Liu grabbed the medicine, he took out a beautiful white porcelain medicine bottle and gave it to Cui Xie, wiping his beard and said, "This is the medicine Xie Qianhu asked me to bring you. They Jin Yiwei used the wound medicine. Turning back and wounding you. Wipe off the powder on the medicine, replace it with this bottle, and change the medicine sooner or later every day from now on. When the scab is formed, apply the foreign medicine I prescribe in the morning and night without leaving scars."

Cui Xie thanked him and asked Cui Yuan to pay for the consultation. Madam Liu only said that Xie Qianhu had already paid, and refused to ask for them, so they booked him a room next door, ordered a table of good wine and food to be delivered to him, and settled in to send him. Coachman, let them go back to Beijing after a night here.

After the doctor Liu left, Cui Xie discussed with Cui Yuan: "Xie Qianhu first rescued me, invited doctors for us, gave medicine for injuries, and helped me intercede with my father, so we have to give some thanks. It just so happened that Dr. Liu recognized him, so he should buy something for him to help carry it over."

Cui Yuan said embarrassingly: "Young Master has been at home for so many years, the Communist Party of China has accumulated 30 to two months of money. Although there are some censer, ornaments, jade pendants and other toys, they are all bargains that are not worth dozens of taels. After returning to my hometown, I still don’t know if the money for building the house is enough, how can I get the favor of Jin Yiwei's thousand households?"

Mofang, although we don't have money, we have technology. Wait for me to turn to the chemistry book.

Cui Yuan changed the medicine for his injury, and went to the next door to accompany Doctor Liu to eat alcohol. He took a clip and covered his head, lying on the bed and flipping the book silently.

He remembered that Emperor Xianzong loved taking medicines, and he also made a bunch of pilgrimages to the officials, so that all the monks and Taoists raised in the palace could enter the court seriously, so he wanted to copy a medicine to Xie Qianhu and let him refine gold. Danlai dedicated to the emperor. But when he really saw the chapter on alchemy, he was staring at the lead, mercury, Zeng Qing, soap alum... He really didn't dare to start, because he was afraid that the emperor might have something wrong with it, which would harm others.

Looking further down, the porcelain, enamel, dyes, daily cosmetics, etc. are safe, but Xie Qianhu, a warrior, is 80% not interested.

If you want to give away a man, wine is the most suitable.

A bright light flashed in Cui Xie's mind, and he immediately opened the chapter of winemaking technology, directly looking at the winemaking technology and formula after the Qing Dynasty, picking and choosing, and picking out the most suitable fragrant Daqu wine for brewing in the north.

This kind of wine is brewed from sorghum, and the koji is a Daqu made of barley and wheat. They are readily available materials in the north. The cost is more than half lower than the glutinous rice shochu introduced to China in the Yuan Dynasty. The wine produced is clear and mellow. Gifts are all suitable. There is also a picture of distilling utensils restored by modern microbiologists in the book. I think it must be more advanced than the one in Chenghua, so I just copied it down together.

He made up his mind and waited for the inkstone to come over with the medicine, and then asked if he could help himself write the wine recipe.

Pengyan said in surprise: "Big brother still knows how to make wine? But our family doesn't make wine?"

Cui Xie replied: "I saw it accidentally in Yuanren's notes. It should work. Go get paper and pen. If it doesn't work, wait until your father comes back to write."

Holding the inkstone, patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, brother, I have been following you for so many years. Although I can't write an article, writing a few words is not a problem."

Right now, I moved a chair and placed it on the head of the bed, spread out the manuscript paper printed with rows of red vertical grids, rubbed and dipped the pen, and knelt in front of the chair to remember.

Cui Xie dragged his legs to the bedside, looked at the tip of the inkstone, and read while drinking medicine, occasionally adding a two-sentence comment.

His handwriting is beautifully written and the format is regular. The main text is written in large letters in the top grid, and the comments are written in small letters, divided into two lines within one grid, and read in small circles, just like the ancient book version of the Four Books and Five Classics. This wine making method is not long, and will be filled with a piece of paper together with the process notes.

After holding down the pen, Cui Xie suddenly felt that the paper was enlarged in front of his eyes, and then compressed into a standard PDF file. Instead, the chemistry book floating in front of him was squeezed away by it. And the mobile hard drive floated in front of him, revealing the storage interface, and the PDF file was shrunk to the size of an icon and stored in the hard drive.

Oh my god... this hard drive is perfect!

Cui Xie looked at the hard drive in shock, but Ping Yan thought he was looking at the wine recipe he copied. When the ink marks on it dried, he held it in front of him with both hands: "Brother, see if there is anything wrong."

"...No." Cui Xie clicked on the document in his mind, and compared with the paper pad in his hand, it was exactly the same, even the position of the shredded fiber on the paper was exactly the same.

This is simply an artifact of cheating!

Mom no longer has to worry about me failing the exam!

No need to worry about the handwriting being incompatible with the original owner!

He has also learned calligraphy from professional teachers for several years. Although he can't compare with ancient scholars, he can always imitate the original handwriting. It just so happens that he was beaten and injured now. Some of the differences can be inferred that the handwriting changed because of lack of energy; in the future, I will find a few more copybooks of different calligraphers, and then naturally change the font, and no one can read it. there is a problem.

He was so surprised that he wanted to kiss the hard drive, but he didn't dare to show it too much in front of the inkstone, so he lowered his head and pretended to check the prescription, and said with his lips stretched: "Go find a charcoal strip or eyebrow pencil for me. , I also want to draw a picture of the deputy wine container."

Pengyan said worriedly: "Then your injury..."

Cui Xie waved his hand: "Go, I just applied a good wound medicine? I don't feel the pain at all."

After holding the inkstone left, he buried his face in the bed, biting his fingers and snickered for a long time. If it weren't for injuries on his body, he would have to roll on the bed.

Unexpectedly, the chemistry book is a weapon of life, and this hard disk is also a huge golden finger!

His roommates are simply all-knowing and omnipotent traversing experts, who can use what they say is useful. He has already used the golden finger given by the second and third child, and he has to listen to what the boss said, practice calligraphy and painting well, and he must be able to use it one day in the future!

He was bored in the blanket for a long time until he pushed the door and entered. With a stiff face, he took the charcoal pencil and drew the distillation diagram on the pale yellow bamboo paper. He pointed the inkstone to the side to mark the name and purpose.

When Cui Yuan came back in the evening, he saw his brewing recipe and the picture of the steamer, and he was as surprised as his son, and asked: "Where did the young master copy such a detailed recipe? Although the old slave has never made wine, But looking at the nine-steaming and nine-steaming process, you will know that the brew will be an extremely mellow jade liquid, and this recipe is worth thousands of taels of silver."

That is, this wine was crafted in the late Qing Dynasty, advanced for two to three hundred years.

Cui Xie said in a low-key voice: "I used to read it in Yiben Yuanren's Miscellaneous. It was said that the brewing method in the Western Regions was not the same as that of Da Ming. At that time, I thought the wine was good, so I wanted to brew it myself. I wrote down the recipe, but I don’t know where the book went. Uncle Yuan, if you think this recipe is enough as a gift, please write a letter for me and attach it to Xie Qianhu."

"Okay. That Xie Qianhu not only rescued you from the Patriarch Bailianjiao's knife, but if you see the young master injured, you can ask a question, and he is willing to write to help us resolve the anger of the master. That is a good person. It is not an exaggeration to give this prescription. ."

Cui Yuan sighed for a while, and said, "I have seen some of these correspondences with the master at the time, and I will ask the master to modify it after I write it."

He writes very plainly, without any literary talent, but the content is informative, sincere, and looks fine. Cui Xie hadn't studied ancient Chinese very much at the beginning, and he couldn't change the flowers, so he sealed it together with the prescription and gave it to Doctor Liu to take him back to the capital.

After Xie Qianhu received the letter, he turned around and sent someone back to him. The text in the letter is also plain and plain. I don’t use those unintelligible allusions. I simply thank you, saying that the wine is a good recipe. When it is brewed, I will give him a few bottles to taste and let him wait for the happy event. Close.

After the person delivering the letter from the Xie family left, Fu Hao, the Zhizhou Zhizhou in Tongzhou, also sent a master surnamed Liu, and brought a few small officials to the inn to visit him. Master Liu praised him for a long time, and then asked him carefully about the process of cooperating with Jin Yiwei to capture the demon of Bailianjiao. He also praised him for his loyalty and loyalty, and forgotten himself for the country. It is worthy of inheriting the loyalty of his father.

Naturally, this was not to him, but to the Cui Langzhong from Jingli. Even if Cui Xie heard it casually, in turn, he praised Fu Zhizhou for loving the people like a child, and he has a good manner of governing. Although the monsters act like fireworks in the night sky, they are as conspicuous as the fireworks in the night sky, but there is nothing to climb and burn in the sky. , As long as the government makes a move, it is easily won.

Master Liu's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Yes, the son is really smart and handsome, and he sees things clearly. The white lotus has been living in Shandong for many years. Xu Yingzhen and other demons thought they had deep roots, so they wanted to come to Tongzhou to spread horrors, disturb my people's hearts, and expand the cult. But I don’t know that Master Zhizhou has devoted himself to the cultivation of herdsmen for many years. The people’s attachment to the court is like their children’s attachment to their parents. How can they be with the demon? Here they are water without a source, trees without roots, and naturally they will die suddenly."

The Bailian Sect demon came out of Tongzhou, and they knew that the state was going to make a plea. After Jin Yiwei left yesterday, Master Zhizhou didn’t sleep for half the night. He was naturally anxious as an assistant. He came to the inn to visit a doctor today to deal with errands. He didn’t expect this little boy to say something inadvertently, but gave him a clear starting point for self-defense. Place. When he goes back to deliberate on it, maybe it will not only resolve the crisis of this demon case, but also show the adult's merit in nurturing the people.

He changed his previous perfunctory, and asked Cui Xie's professional teacher affectionately, which sutra he was dealing with, and when he planned to take the test.

These words can be said to be Cui Xie's death hole. He didn't know how his predecessor was studying, so he had to cough desperately. Pengyan hurriedly poured tea for him, and replied on his behalf: "Originally, I was studying with the uncle Xu's uncle. Four years ago, the uncle's uncle chose Qishui Prefecture, and his wife invited Jiangxi son Lu Zhongsheng to teach the two young masters. In the middle, because Mr. Lu had to prepare for the exam, the young master taught himself for two years. Now he has read all four books, but he has not formally taught the Five Classics."

Master Liu was surprised and said: "Haven't you ever treated the classics?"

Not to mention that the son of the Hube physicist is a child of ordinary scholars who should have been familiar with the Four Books at the age of seven or eight. This young man had such an exquisite and transparent appearance, but he had just read the Four Books thoroughly and hadn't read the classics formally?

His surprise passed, and he felt lost again, and quietly cast a glance at Cui Xie. Seeing his evasive eyes, mistakenly thinking that he was ashamed of his slow learning progress, he comforted: "The essence of the scientific research is to read the sage's commentary and Zhu Zi's notes, and stand from the perspective of the sage. Like Cui Gongzi. Spend more time to consolidate the foundation. The questions in the middle school can accumulate thick and thin. On the contrary, it is more stable and solid than those who blindly seek quickness and learn to do questions before they have thoroughly studied the scriptures."

Even though he said that, Master Liu still felt that he had made a mistake and had broken the truth that Shangguan's son was unlearned and skillless. He was very embarrassed, and felt tasteless when he stayed. He left the poem written for him by Fu Zhizhou and a new set of four treasures of the study, and left in a hurry.