Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

It's dinner time, the old lady will leave them both in her yard to eat.

Cui Qiyuan is a guest, so he should treat him well. It's just that he is a foreigner after all, and there are women in the family. It is inconvenient to mix men and women. He also felt that he was still serving Cui Xie’s little servant, and it was always awkward to sit at a table with the host’s family for dinner, so he took the initiative to stand up and refuse: “Big brother and old lady, let’s eat, I will accompany the subtotaler and we are in the yard. Just eat in."

The old lady didn't remember the name of the shopkeeper who married the first daughter-in-law, and asked Cui Xie blankly: "What is the shopkeeper? Are we going to invite a new shopkeeper?"

Cui Xie looked up at her and said with a smile: "No, it's just that I think those three stores are not very well run, and they are all used by family members, not the right shopkeepers. I am afraid they don't know how to operate, so I invited them. A treasurer who is familiar with you came to ask."

The old lady was silent for a while, and sighed: "Then you go back to accompany the guests. I will ask someone to send you the noodles to the yard."

Cui Qi quickly got up and replied: "My eldest brother has just returned home, so he should spend more time with the old lady and the old lady. The treasurer is not an outsider, so I just go to accompany him."

Cui Xie remembered that when he arranged his work in the afternoon, he seemed to have just scared away his plan. Then he called him over for dinner. It was a work dinner for the leader, and I was afraid that it would be uncomfortable to eat. Let the two young people sit together and eat and eat in peace, and scold the boss secretly to relieve pressure.

When the work is officially started in the future, I am afraid they will have no time to sit together.

There was a spoiled smile on his face, and he got up and said, "Tell Pengyan to go back. The two of them have fun drinking and laughing on their own. They come over to accompany us instead of restraint. I just need to accompany my grandma here."

Although he is not very old, he is already a supervising student who can be called the "Master", and he only needs to behave in front of officials without having to bow down. So people who are the same age as you, or even older than yourself, others don't think there is anything wrong.

The old lady ordered the steward to be there to accompany him, but Cui Xie stopped him: "Bang...what's unfamiliar with Brother Xiao Qi in our house, don't call steward, just find a few younger ones to deliver wine and food. They are young. People are more at ease."

Cui Qi murmured "You are not too old", got up to say goodbye to the old lady, and went to the small courtyard to accompany the subtotal treasurer.

Soon after he left, Sister Yun and Brother He also asked their mother-in-law to bring them to the house to ask for peace. When the two concubines saw that Cui Xie was there, they were like rats avoiding cats, and they didn't dare to get out of the air. However, the two children are at a bold and lively age. They have long forgotten what Cui Xie wanted to send to the seller. They met easily to greet him and looked at his new clothes enviously.

Brother and brother rushed straight to grandmother's arms, grabbed her clothes and said, "Grandma, big brother clothes look good, I want new clothes too."

Mrs. Song smiled and patted him: "Okay, do, do. Dress us and brother so beautiful as your elder brother."

Although she often said in front of her son that she shouldn't let the "little wife out of the house" overwhelm Brother Xie, it was also a beating on her son, not really disliked other grandchildren. In fact, she is the one who spoils her grandchildren and gives what she wants, so she turns around and asks Mama Zhang to find her private money and make new summer clothes for her brother and sister Yun.

Cui Xie couldn't let her use her private money, so she stopped Zhang's mother quickly and said, "We still have money in the family. It's time to make summer clothes. Let's make them for the whole family. Find the best tailor. There are also beltsmiths, bootsmiths... don't I still have to do two new draggers."

He and brother yelled on the bed: "I want too! I want to wear trolling too!"

Mama Zhang responded "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh andhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhqh Cui Xie smiled and said, "He will do it for him if he wants to. The straight body in his case is replaced by a trolling. It is easy for the child to wear this. And Brother Heng... he is afraid it will take half a year to come back. By the time the sky should be cold, don’t make his summer clothes and wait until autumn."

Mother Zhang got the right idea this time, and set her heart to go back and forth to serve the old lady.

The old lady couldn't get out of bed while eating, so he could only ask the next person to sit up with a thick cushion behind him, and leaned on the cushion to eat on the bed. He is hemiplegic on the left side of his body, and he is awkward and unclear about his speech, but his right hand can still move. He occasionally raises his finger to the food in front of him, humming vaguely to feed him.

Mrs. Song has served him for many years. Even if he speaks vaguely, she can know what he is talking about. She always waits on him by the bed when eating, and waits for him to finish eating.

Cui Xie watched the old couple get along with each other in silence and tenderness, feeling slightly sad, and looking forward to finding a good doctor to make the old lady better. But he knows a little about modern medicine and knows that this type of cerebrovascular disease can not be cured by taking medicine or acupuncture. The only thing others can do is help him turn over and push him out...

Push him out?

It's okay if you just walk around in this yard. This yard is surrounded by porches on all sides, so I’m not afraid to have to go down the stairs. Wouldn’t I be able to push around the porches as a wheelchair? If the old lady can't sit still, he can also make a bed that can be moved like a hospital flat car... It really can't be pulled by a scooter, and there is no need to make a new bed. It is good to let him go through the wind and sun every day.

The old man has been lying in the house for so many years, without sunlight and unable to replenish VD, the body can only lie more and more brittle. Moreover, the bedroom where the old lady slept also exudes a long-unventilated scent, mixed with the incense to conceal the smell, but it is more intense and pungent.

People as young as him feel the house is stuffy, and the two old people are living in it, and their body is naturally more uncomfortable.

Cui Xie frowned and considered for a while. After the younger siblings and two aunts returned in the evening, they talked about making a wheelchair and a bed for grandfather, and pushing him around in the yard.

The old lady glanced at the bed and saw that her husband looked expectant. She hesitated and shook her head: "He looks like this. What if the wind goes outside? The doctor does not allow him to go out easily. If the wind is gone, the illness will worsen. If it comes to summer, I am afraid that the sun will easily dizzy..."

Mrs. Cui has been in bed for many years, and the posture has been the same for a year. The old lady dared not move him. She only hoped that he would live peacefully and he would have the backbone.

Cui Xie couldn’t persuade her with medical knowledge more than five hundred years later, so he had to go back and figure out how to prevent the old man from blowing the wind and let him go out—anyway, I’d better find someone to make a wheelchair. It is also good for him to walk around in the hall.

After returning to the room, he called the chief steward Cui Liangdong and asked him to quickly find a carpenter who was willing to make new style furniture. Cui Liangdong thought he was going to buy a new house for himself, and he sighed and said, "The little one has ordered them to go down and ask them to find someone, but they didn't find a few. The craftsmen in Beizhili are careless, how can they get that kind of Intricately carved Su-like furniture? I had to ask Cui Dacheng store to bring it from the south. The son just happened to change to a bassinet..."

Cui Xie set down the tea cup, and when the bottom of the cup touched the coffee table, he let out a soft sound, interrupting his words: "Am I talking about Su Yang'er? I mean to find a craftsman who is willing to make a new style. I draw Please ask him to follow the pattern. Don’t cut it, just use it.”

Cui Liangdong said with a sense of superiority: "How can it be done, our master is from the fourth grade, you are the son of everyone, this yard is the face of our Cui Mansion, how can we use such simple things!"

Cui Xie narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Only then did he realize that Cui Xie was not discussing with him, but just ordered him. Then he remembered that Cui Xie was not the old eldest son who knew nothing about the world, but now the most distinguished and famous supervising master of the Cui family.

His posture of relying on the old and selling the old stopped immediately, and said honestly: "I will ask them to find a craftsman tomorrow."

Cui Xie nodded, and then asked him, "I was busy before, and forgot to ask you, has the third brother Kaimeng studied?"

Cui Liangdong lowered his hand and said, "I have been enlightened, and I am studying with Mr. Lu. The second son has gone to the south in the past few days, and Mr. Lu has only taught the third son..."

Is Mr. Lu still at their house?

He was a little surprised and almost asked directly. Cui Liangdong also rolled his eyes up, looked at him secretly, figured out his thoughts, and asked: "Mr. Lu said he wanted to ask the eldest son to meet him. I think the son is busy today, so I didn't come to call you. He is also the leader. If Xu asked him, if you think he is not good at teaching, the younger one will quit him for you?"

Cui Xie shook his head and said, "No, you don't need to..." Mr. Lu is also a good person. If he resigned, where can I ask someone to come to the house? Besides, he knows how to paint again, and it's cost-effective to add a few silver dollars to Pengyan to learn from him.

But before that, he had to meet this Juren to see if he really wanted to teach, or simply fooled around with money.

He looked at the sky outside and sighed, "Presumably Mr. Lu has already stopped at this time. I will visit him again tomorrow when I come back from school."

The sun in mid-April has grown, and the sky is not too dark at this time. But he just didn't bother to move, and he would rather take advantage of the little light to get rid of Meitu, who appeared in a white cloak in the TV version of Chai Sangkou's filial piety first.

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Turning the sky is the day when the Imperial College endorsed it.

This endorsement is different from what Cui Xie thought. It was not like when he was in Mr. Lin's county elementary school. The husband called the names and the students went up and down one by one, but publicly executed them!

In the morning, Jijiu Qiu Jun and Si Ye Fei were seated in the main hall of Yiluntang. A dozen doctors and teaching assistants stood on each side, asking students to line up below according to the school and shift. The two Shangguans selected the students who went up to recite by lottery, and ordered them to recite one hundred characters of the "Four Books", the "Sutra", and the "Imperial Daguo" with detailed explanations.

Anyone who stands on the wrong shifts, speaks loudly, and recites the explanation after taking the stage is erroneous and incomplete, Jian Cheng and Zaifu are holding boards next to them and waiting to "make ten strokes".

No wonder he feels that his classmates are so serious and eager to learn in the past two days in school. If his feelings are not good, he will be beaten in public, and he has to study hard for him!

Cui Xie tiptoes to watch the classmates who are called up to endorse. There are also some who have learned well, and some are not good: some people in their 30s and 40s couldn't even recite the chapters and sentences, and they directly asked Jian Cheng to reprimand them to fight; there were also people like Fei Hong who endorse and recite like running water when he was a teenager. Smooth, won the praise of the wine, Siye; and others who can’t be named——

Those are usually the nobles and concubines the emperor stuffed into the prison to study and study rituals.

He stood on tiptoe for a long time, his legs trembled slightly, and the chief of the house, Zhang Luan, pressed on his shoulder and leaned close to his ear to comfort him in a low voice, "You just came here, and you haven’t learned much about your homework. No As for it, I will get you." And Jijiu Master Qiu is also the right assistant of the Ministry of Rites, busy with official duties, and can't spare much time to listen to the students' homework.

Cui Xie stomped his foot firmly, and quietly returned his grateful look.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for this backlash to end. Only 20 or so people were actually selected, which was only a little over 3% compared to the 600-odd enrollment population of Guozijian. But the suffocation that made people's heartbeat when they smoked was more exciting than when the teacher suddenly asked to put away the books for a test test when he was in a good class in middle school in the past.

Fortunately, he didn't smoke.

After the two senior officials left, the instructors also dispersed and ordered them to return to the school to wait for the class.

Cui Xie touched his heart, let out a little sigh, and lined up behind the chiefs. When I went back halfway, I heard Zhang Zhaichang smile and say: "I will remember my sincerity in class later. Today, I suspected that someone did not memorize the wine ceremony well, so I asked Fei Jieyuan to endorse it; Wan When the lottery was drawn tomorrow, I thought someone did not memorize it well. I remembered that there was another student who was about the same age as the first year of the puzzle. What if I order you to go up again?

It's not right...Cui Xie recalled the situation at the time, and asked in confusion: "I clearly saw that the Jiu Jiu was called by Jie Jiyuan's name, right?"

Zhang Zhaichang turned his face and smiled: "Did you see it? Oh...I thought you hadn't stood on tiptoe at that time."