Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

The little scholar looked like a high school student, with a gentle appearance and a slim green robe. He looked more immature against Fei Siye and the surrounding senior supervisors.

Cui Xie couldn't help but glanced at him a few more times, and several supervisors next to him were also whispering about him: "That was Xie Yuan, a 16-year-old from Jiangxi, who was listed on the same list with his uncle last year and went to Beijing for a trial together. This year, I won the second list in the test and refused to return home, so I entered the Imperial College."

Sixteen-year-old Xie Yuan? How young is Tang Bohu's Xie Yuan?

"A child prodigy!" Cui Xie followed with a sigh. Suddenly someone chuckled behind him: "Isn't Cui case chief also a child prodigy?"

Those supervising students who were talking about Jiangxi prodigy also realized that it was him just now, a scholar who was one year younger than Fei Hong, lamenting that the other party was a "prodigy". They all found it quite interesting, and they laughed at him.

Cui Xie subconsciously replied: "That's different..." He is a genuine 16-year-old Jieyuan child prodigy. He has been in school for 18 years, and he has been a social man for more than two years after graduating from university. It is really forced to survive, so he has no choice but to brazenly pretend to be a child prodigy.

He turned around and glanced at the person who was interrogating. He was a gentle scholar who was about 30 or 40 years old, smiling at him. The man's clothes were straight and straight, the square scarf was inlaid with a piece of jasper, and the waist was also decorated with jade pendants and purses, like a delicate person.

He handed over: "This gentleman is praised. Cui Xie was only lucky enough to be selected by the examiner, and he received the emperor's grace to enter the prison. How can he compare with a person like Fei Jieyuan who has real talent and real knowledge? I think my husband is not tempered. Vulgar, not like ordinary people, but I don’t know how to respect my husband?"

The man replied and said with a smile: "I am not a husband, and I am just a student. I am a Zhang, with a single name of Luan, and he is the chief on duty today. When the chief Ningzhai led the six of you to the school yesterday, I I saw you, but Cui didn't notice me when he was the case chief?"

Cui Xie smiled embarrassedly: "Don't dare, Brother Zhang just told me to be good. I was a bit nervous when I entered the Imperial College yesterday. I didn't dare to look at the seniors of Tongzhai. I hope you forgive me."

He sat in a fixed position when Chengxintang students listened to lectures, surrounded by advanced senior students.

This Zhang Zhaichang is already forty years old, and he is regarded as the senior among the seniors, and he is referred to as the Zhaichang by his seniority. It is also strange to say that other prison guards are thirty. Occasionally, there are those who start with two words. It is not Junyan who has been selected to pay tribute from the prefectural capital or county, or if luck is good, there are few tributes before them.

Cui Xie met with the group of people, and several seniors also took his shorthand pen and notebook made of paper tape wrapped around thin carbon strips and looked at them, complimenting him for his ingenuity. Taking notes with ink pens can't keep up with the speed of teaching, but easily interrupts the train of thought. Charcoal pens are much faster. When the tip of the pen is about to be flattened, use a knife to cut off the outer wrapper to expose the writable part, which is convenient to use.

Cui Xie humbly said: "I did this indiscriminately. This charcoal strip is soft and easy to decolor after rubbing. I have to copy it again as soon as possible when I go back." Unfortunately, he went through the chemistry book and couldn't find the record of graphite, otherwise. You can make a real pencil. That's a magical tool.

Several scholars exclaimed, took the pen and tried to write a few words on the edge of their book, then put down the pen, shook his head and smiled: "It's not like that when we write it ourselves. We need to practice. It will take years of hard work to write this stroke. You have to put so much effort in such a small place. No wonder you have encountered it today."

Although the ink stick is more troublesome to use, his notes are what people like to read. Not only the content is meticulously remembered, but the font is also regular, all in a double-line block letter.

Flipping through, a supervising student suddenly lost his voice: "When Si Ye explained the sentence'Law Yao and Shun thought the rules', he also quoted the "Chun Qiu Fan Lu",'Is there a skill, I can't fix the rules, can't be a regular member'? I remember it was a bit vague. Brother Cui Xian, lend me a copy of your notes..."

More than this, when I turn to the comment on the sentence "Qi Jinggong bursts out and the woman is in Wu", it is quoted from the "Wu Yue Chunqiu Helu Internal Biography" "The servant of Qihou is hostage to Wu, because the prince hired Qi daughter." He didn't listen to the historical data.

He has bad memories, and others have them too. "Mencius" is familiar to everyone, but there are many rare historical materials cited by the division. Only people who have devoted themselves to learning for many years can pick it out from the vast volume and insert it into the explanation when teaching. The students listened to him in a mess, but their brains couldn't keep up so closely. It was inevitable that some sentences were mistaken or missed.

In the past, everyone took few notes, and most of the mistakes and omissions were part of the instructor's quotations. There was no big section, and the assistant teacher did not correct it when the lecture was resumed, and it was vague. Now I have a pair of notes in Cui Xie's book, but I have corrected all the inaccurate parts. Several people leaned at the table and read unfamiliar sentences to deepen their memories, and some of the supervisors who passed by also stopped following the voices, listening to them and corroborating their notes.

Before they knew it, a circle of people began to make up notes around the table, and they didn't even care about lunch.

Cui Xie was squeezed to the periphery by them alive, standing stubbornly at the door carrying a small schoolbag, secretly sighing: I am worthy of the Imperial College student, just love to study! They are much more enlightened than the talents who hold poetry parties, cocktail parties, and library salons in Qian'an County. It's no wonder that the majority of the top candidates in the annual meeting are supervised students!

He thinks this note is very useful. In the afternoon, Lin Dayou, Ph.D. of the Book of Songs, took notes in the same way. But this time I remember that I didn't dare to be so involved. I tried my best to keep my eyes on the teacher's face, and only occasionally glanced at the page to determine the position. Most of the time I remembered by hand.

Instructor Lin is not only a doctor of "The Book of Songs", but also the supervisor of Shengyan Hall. Cui Xie's request for leave and day off were all greetings to him, and it was considered a familiar face in front of him.

The superintendent had a vague sympathy for his situation, and he was not so opposed to seeing him copy notes. Instead, he raised a few words after class: "Don't write it all down when you make a copy. It is easy to blur the key points. It’s enough to analyze the commentaries and commentaries in the Poems, and compare the historical materials and commentaries of Zuo Zhuan. Nowadays, the second biography of Gongyang and Guliang has been discarded by the main examiner, and there are few studies by current scholars."

Cui Xie instantly understood-the teacher has drawn the key points!

In the future, you have to take a few colored pens when you take notes, and tick out the key points along with the notes. When reviewing before the exam, you will memorize the knowledge points that you have passed.

He couldn't help remembering that when he was going to school in his last life, the books of his classmates were painted with colorful ballpoint pens and highlighters. The smiles in his eyes flowed, his facial features were relaxed, and his entire face was brightened.

Lin Dayou didn't know what he was thinking, and when he heard him mention something, he suddenly laughed, thinking that he was so happy because he had learned something, and shook his head slightly, also showing a little smile.

This student is really a seed of studious.

He likes students who are eager to learn, and he can’t help but mention another sentence from Cui Xie: “You have to repeat the lecture in a few days, and you don’t have to follow all of my lectures. This is what I have learned from studying the works of the Han, Tang, and Song Confucian classics over the years. But you students have read little Confucianism, and have not been able to express your own explanations. If you follow me like this, you can only repeat it. Today’s course. It’s better to start with the phonology of the exegetical texts, familiarize yourself with the basics, and have something to say."

Cui Xie took a careful note, sent the doctor away, and then began to do his daily homework: writing.

Regardless of the days when you can speak, endorse, or repeat the lecture, you must come to a sixteen-line and sixteen-character handbook every day. If you don’t write it well, you will have to hand it over to the chief of the fast "Ten times." Although the prison guards are not very strict now, and the chief executive can't show his face to beat people, but the whole class has to be read by the chief executive, and it is embarrassing to write poorly.

He took out the seriousness of the exam and made a post. The next few students who were not familiar with him didn't care about writing, but first asked him to borrow notes and copy them, so as to pay him back before leaving school.

He pushed the fold-out notebook over and said generously: "You take it back and copy it, don't delay your business. I have written down all those contents, so it doesn't matter if you don't read it."

He has hard drive golden fingers in his mind, and the notes he copied have been printed into PDF, so he can copy them at home.

The few scholars had never forgotten him. They secretly envied him, and sighed: "The younger generation is so talented and willing to work hard to learn. As a senior, he has to avoid the road and let him out."

They were too embarrassed to take other people's notes back to the room for copying, and after a few words of politeness, they opened his notebook and copied a paragraph each, so that they could piece together a whole page after returning. When Zhang Zhai visited them, he didn't restrain them too much, only instructed them not to influence others. As a result, the more people copying notes, the more they copy them faster and faster.

When Cui Xie concentrated on a handwritten note and was about to hand in his homework, the sentient beings had already copied the notes and returned the original to him.

They just copied it with a brush. What kind of hand speed it must be! Either hand speed or good memory, not much to make up! Cui Xie couldn't help sighing: The prison student is really a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and he will have to work harder in the future. Don't let people make fun of him by going through the back door.

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After studying hard from the Imperial College, there is another mundane affairs waiting for him to handle at home.

The three shopkeepers each took good products from the store: the Nanhuo store has dried products such as shark fin, mussels, scallops, as well as the dragon beard sugar and candied fruit from Suzhou and Hangzhou; the powder store has cinnamon powder, light noodles, and scallops. , Cotton rouge, wax rouge, all kinds of fragrant flower head oil, and the real rose dew that is said to be from overseas; the silk shop has Shu brocade, hang silk, velvet, makeup flower Ling Luo, Songjiang fine thread silk, three woven cloth... …

Cui Xie looked at things carefully, asked about the product name and price from time to time, and occasionally looked at the ones he liked.

For example, a big red velvet, the color and luster are both positive and brilliant. If it were to be modernized, he would use this to make a pennant and send it to Fusiyamen in Beizhen, where he wrote "Li Ya is for the public and law enforcement is for the people." It's a pity that he is now bound by filial piety, and he can't give people a pennant just because Jin Yiwei sentenced his ex-stepmother, so he has to wait for a chance in the future.

Regrettably, he put down the flannel and looked at another piece of makeup material.

The material of that piece is also bright red, it feels particularly comfortable to touch, and it is light and soft enough to make clothes just right to wear at this time. He has always felt that Jin Yiwei's scarlet scatter is beautiful, and the green one is not as good as the red lining. Such a piece of material, if it is made of red scatter, the collar is inlaid with white shiny silk...

Riding a white horse would be even better.

Seeing that he seems to have something he likes, Cui Liangdong stepped forward and said diligently: "These are the best things picked by the little ones. Can the son keep one or two, or give the old lady and the old lady his filial piety?"

Anyway, it's all of my own family's things, and I don't have an account if I take it. The son can still recite his diligence and filial piety.

He said this first. The three shopkeepers were afraid that he would give him things for nothing, but they made him get a bargain. They also confessed his intention to send these goods to the owner for fun.

Cui Xie originally only wanted to see what the store was selling, but now that he looks at the good things, he has a little thought of giving gifts. Forget the food and drink, Xie Qianhu is an elegant person, and the food is too vulgar, it is better to send a bottle of rose water, two pots of flowers, and a set of drag...

No, it’s easy to send clothes out of shape, so let’s send the materials.

But if he delivers the material, he doesn't lack that at home. If he takes it back, he just presses the bottom of the box and doesn't do it.

How about compare his figure and make him a modified version of the flying fish suit in the movie... At least he will try it on?

Is Maggie Cheung’s version of "New Dragon Inn" in the hard drive? He remembers that the flying fish suits inside are pretty good-looking and fit the body. Even if there is no one, there seem to be several files starting with "Golden Bottle" in the Cantonese folder. It is estimated that Jin Yiwei will always appear in movies with a background in the Ming Dynasty?

He thought about it for a while, then clicked on what he needed and told them to stay, and said with a little smile: "Leave these, I have to take some things to give away. I can't take the things I want to sell in the store for nothing. , I will give you money tomorrow."

Cui Liangdong said anxiously: "These are all things at home, where can I get the money of the young master!"

Cui Xie shook his head.

This is why he wants to give gifts to people, how can he take things from the Cui family?

He still has a bookshop in his hand, but the youngest and youngest of the Cui family has to point to these three shops. He really doesn't feel sorry for the money he spent on Cui's counseling, but can he take gifts from other people's money, so that the old, weak, sick and disabled who can't make money can live in the backyard?

He commanded: "Write down the accounts for these things. These days everyone is difficult, and the accounts must be clear. The things in the store are not only me, but others have to pay and ask them to pay. If there is no money, write down the accounts. Come and report it to me. Let’s do this for the time being. Go back to make a plan. I’m waiting."

The three shopkeepers gave gifts enthusiastically, thinking that they would please him as much as when his wife was in power, and let him be the shopkeeper in peace. Unexpectedly, they would still be unable to escape the five-year plan, and they all went back with embarrassment.

The next day will be the day off for the Imperial College, and you can have a holiday after offering Confucius in the morning. Cui Xie asked someone to prepare a car early, and put a few bottles of rose flower dew and two pots of orchids that are said to be famous products in the car. After school, after looking for it outside the school, he saw Cui Qi looking outside the gate of the Imperial College.

He seems to be dressed up especially today, wearing a cyan straight shirt and a soft towel. The whole child has a sense of maturity, as if he has grown up suddenly after two days of work.

Cui Xie suddenly gave birth to a sigh of "My family has grown up." He walked where he could see and waved. Cui Qi saw him at a glance and rushed towards him, his eager appearance was exactly the same as before. The feeling of growing up and maturity before was like an illusion that Cui Xie had born himself.

Little Cui Qi ran over and exclaimed happily, "Big Brother, are you out? The subtotal treasurer has also come with me. There are many things to tell you."

Cui Xie raised his hand and touched his soft towel, and said with a smile: "I happen to have something to tell you. But today I have to give someone a gift first. You should accompany me to the past and come back and find a place. speak."