Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Cleaning up the shop and switching assets is such a big thing, it is said that the owner of Cui Xie should watch it personally, but it is a pity that there is an exam of Guozixue waiting at the end of the month-

Every month, students have to test two Scriptures and two principles, four books and two essays, two random essays from six types of edict, edict, table, policy, theory, and judgment. The exam papers are not only read by the instructors of Chinese Studies, but they are also completed every season and sent to the Hanlin Academy. If you can’t write it every minute, it turns into a lifetime of black history.

Exams that concern face and future hang over your head. Who can care for a shop?

When he first took over the Cui family, he found out an IOU for Mrs. Xu's private loan sharking. He would rather ask someone to go to Shuntian Mansion to write off the account and save money and avoid disaster. The Nanhuo store is not worthy of his staring from start to finish.

Cui Dahui refused to cooperate, and Cui Xie did not use him. He pointed to the two shopkeepers and the tents of the Nanhuo shop next to him and said: "When you clear the warehouse, follow along and check it out. Cui Liangdong is not the person in charge of the shop. Click him. Get this done. Part of the money recovered is stored on the cabinet for household use, and the rest is invested in the two shops. How it is distributed depends on your performance."

Cui Jinzhi and Cui Ting suddenly brightened their eyes, nodded and bowed their heads and promised: "Don't worry, son, we will take this matter to heart, and do it beautifully!" Anyway, there is a tent and a man in the store, Cui Dahui, the treasurer. It was also brought up by Mrs. Xu after she left. It was not an old man who had been working for many years, and nothing would be delayed without him.

Choi Xie looked at Choi Dalai again——

This person can't be a shopkeeper anymore, and he doesn't look like he is willing to be the second shopkeeper and deputy manager with such a grievance. He should be sent to the villager in his hometown for labor reform.

After everything in the store was cleaned up, the employees who could run the southern route were subcontracted to the newly opened Juanzhai. You don’t even need to change your work address and travel location. They just change from purchasing food to purchasing books. They don’t have much opinion.

After arranging the clearance of the Nanhuo store, he instructed the two shopkeepers: "Your five-year plan is not good. I understand that you did it for the first time, you have no experience, and you will not have long-term plans for the time being. But from now on At the beginning of the month, I will submit a monthly plan at the beginning of each month, a quarterly plan at the beginning of each quarter, and a summary at the end of the month and the end of each month, compare myself with the plan, and make an analysis report with me..."

The two shopkeepers sounded cold and sweaty, and they could no longer see the happiness they had before on their faces. Cui Xie also knows that what people in the workplace are most afraid of is the report. He waved his hand and said, "Don’t make it difficult for you. Try to do all of these. Every morning, you can set up what you want to do for the day, what the second person does, and who you want to meet. …You don’t need to hand it over to me, you write it yourself, summarize it yourself, and you’ll know how to write a long-term plan when you get familiar with it.

The shopkeepers didn't want to know these things at all, and they all left with a bitter face. Cui Daguan also asked the chief steward to take it along, and arranged for someone to take it to the old family village in a few days.

Several stewards and shopkeepers were all gone, and the old lady ordered the people to come in. Cui Xie asked someone to move the screen into the house. He took Cui Qi and his brother outside, and let Sister Yun eat dinner with her grandparents and a family of six. This time, the grandfather of the Cui family was finally able to sit at the table and eat. The old lady sat down next to her husband, picked up clean fish and shrimp, picked up rotten tofu and vegetables, and put it on his lips. Hands.

As the eldest brother, Cui Xie also takes care of the younger ones. While instructing people to prepare vegetables for them, he asks the tits, the foster mother, and the two younger siblings about their studies.

The mother of the brother and brother hurriedly replied: "Mr. Lu said that the third brother is talented. He can recite everything "Daily" and "Thousand Characters" very quickly. Whatever he teaches, he will have a bright future. Can be admitted to a talented scholar as early as the eldest son."

Brother He is also quite confident himself, and said with a chest out: "Big Brother, you can test me, I will know everything!"

Cui Xie randomly tested him a few thousand-character essays, and he could really memorize it, but occasionally he got stuck, and he could continue with a hint.

If this level rests on modern elementary school students, it is enough for parents to show off when they go out. Unfortunately, the Ming Dynasty has higher requirements for recitation, and this child will still remember it later. Cui Xie encouraged a few words and added a "but": "It's not too smooth, and I have to memorize more after I go back. You have to memorize it wherever you want to take the test. Don't be afraid of hardship when you endorse, if you don't understand Ask wherever you are. If you don’t dare to find Mr. Lu, come and ask your eldest brother, who will teach you."

He nodded repeatedly and said admiringly: "Mr. Lu said that my elder brother took the junior three yuan exam. Let me learn from the elder brother and study hard. In the future, I will also be admitted to the junior three yuan and the big three yuan, so that we can win the Cui family."

Cui Xie smiled at him, warmly exhorted him, and asked how Cui Qi had learned. Cui Qi said: "Mr. Lu teaches seriously, even those who don’t go to school like me have to take the exam very strictly, making me a little scared of him. Painting and painting are good, just like the big... everyone likes it. The style is different. I am now teaching me how to paint flowers and birds, and that I will teach landscape painting in the future. It is always a boneless way."

He usually writes to Cui Xie, and his pen strength is as strong as one day, and the color of the tone is gradually suitable. You don't need to ask more to know that Mr. teaches carefully. Cui Xie nodded, and then asked Sister Yun what she usually studies. Sister Yun replied: "I usually make some injections with my aunt, and occasionally read female commandments, female virtues..."

This daily routine is a bit too poor, right? Looking at the female commandment, aren’t they all mocked by online groups? Cui Xie glanced at the other side of the screen, and asked in surprise, "Didn't Sister Yun invite her husband to teach? Do you have any good friends to play with?"

Sister Yun lowered her voice and said, "I'm just a woman, so what kind of gentleman can I invite. When my mother was there, she used to be with the daughter of her father's colleague's house, but now it is not convenient to go out, she only talks to a few female companions from the neighboring house. Talk. If the eldest brother does not dislike my clumsy hand, the younger sister will sew some small purses and veils for the elder brother to use."

Where is Cui Xie willing to ask for her things, he hurriedly said, "You don't need to do this. You little girl, you should play more in the yard in such a nice weather, and don't do some cumbersome needlework in the room. If you still want to see those friends , Just report to your grandmother and bring more family members to take you over, can’t it?"

In the years since he came to Daming, although he has not seen any big family, the common people's atmosphere is okay, and he has not been closed to the point that women are not allowed to go to the streets and stop by. Sister Yun is only at the beginning of her junior year. She locks herself in the house every day to make needlework. She can't even see her friends, so she feels pathetic when she thinks about it.

Sister Yun declined a few words in it. Cui Xie is not close to her, so it can't be said too deeply, so she just said: "You can listen to your grandmother when you go out. I only care about your studies. I don't know how to follow. Where can I get a female husband? This has to be done slowly. In a few days, I will find some useful books like "Housekeeping and Household Affairs" and "Mengxi Bi Tan", and then I will get some history books and fashionable picture books outside for your entertainment."

When his new shop opened, he would send a few sets in to show his younger brothers and sisters, and gain insights.

This time the family affairs have been arranged, just waiting for the end of the monthly exam, to go to Xie's invitation. This thought flashed through Cui Xie's mind, and he unconsciously remembered whether Xie Qianhu would wear the custom-made scrapers that he had made that day, what would he wear, and whether to make new clothes at this time...

I was so busy thinking that I couldn't make up my mind. He himself felt that his character was troublesome, so when he returned to the room, he took out his notes and forced himself into the review. After a while, he couldn't memorize it, and he was distracted. He simply took out the four books and turned the pages at will. The sentence where his fingertips stopped was regarded as the title, and he wrote it down with pen and paper, practiced breaking and undertaking the title, and compared the titles to recall the "Four Books", "The Book of Poetry", "Shuo Yuan" and "University" For the historical materials cited in "Yan Yi", select suitable allusions.

With the aid of pen and paper, it is not easy to get lost. He forcibly reviewed it all night, until his eyes became sore, he threw away the paper, washed back, closed his eyes and read the PDF version of the notes.

For an unknown amount of time, the colorful notes in front of me were gelatinized, but the colors turned into a gorgeous and fuzzy picture. Cui Xie was also dimly worried that his eyesight might be wrong, and quickly opened his eyes to look desperately, the bright color gradually became clear, and it turned into a piece of red gold woven fabric, which was close to his eyes.

He was slightly relaxed, knowing that he was not nearsighted, but he couldn't see clearly if he was too close. He leaned back and raised his head, and his vision also opened up, finally seeing the clothes and the person wearing that clothes.

The man's lips are very well-shaped, the upper lip is like a bow, and the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, always like a gentle smile. But his eyes seemed to be covered by something, and he couldn't see it clearly, but he seemed to be looking at him clearly, his eyes were sharp and bright, and they swept at him like a bolt of lightning—

Cui Xie opened his eyes abruptly, the room was still dark, his body was sweaty, a quilt was pressed on his chest, and he was a little dull when he breathed.

The bright color that had just flooded his sight was already hidden in the dark. He will go to school later and take an exam tomorrow. This home and the shops outside are still waiting for him to manage... But he can't sleep anymore, and sits up cross-legged. , Looking at the slightly purple sky outside the transparent window paper, he sighed deeply.

Even if you are dreaming, you should dream of a previous life with air-conditioning and a computer, and dreaming of an acquaintance who has never met. What is it?

On this day, the Chinese studies were about to resume, and he simply stopped sleeping, opened the window and memorized the notes from the previous morning.

In the daytime, he had to concentrate on listening to the lecture, but he still had nothing to worry about. When he went to bed at night, he couldn't help thinking of the strange dream in the morning.

Dreaming that someone else was too embarrassed, he was afraid of coming again, and didn't dare to fall asleep with a book on his back, deliberately got up and practiced swordsmanship for half an hour. When I was exhausted and my mind stopped turning, I didn't have any messy dreams all night, and I slept peacefully until dawn.

On the 29th is the Guoxue exam.

On this day, first test two meanings of the four books, one is "advanced in rituals and music" from "The Analects of Confucius Advanced Eleventh", the other is "one son of the emperor" from "Mencius · Wanzhangxia"; two meanings of the Five Classics, one One section of "Mu Muwen Wang" in "Daya·Wen King" and three sections of "Sile Pan Shui" in "Lu Song·Pan Shui".

This intensity is enough for the test for one day. The next morning, after the lecture was resumed, he tested a historical theory and a testimony given to the Queen of Korea.

The test result can only be judged after Xiumu, but there is something more annoying waiting for Xiumu-what should he wear? Is it to wear the straight sling made by my own home or the shackle given by Xie Qianhu?

But the clothes he brought from Qian’an were not very good. The clothes made at home were either blue or blue. They were all straight embellishments made by scholars. It was not convenient to ride a horse... Picking from left to right, it seemed to be the one given by Xie Qianhu. A few sets are more suitable to wear when going out to play.

Those clothes are more splendid than what he usually wears. Apart from the red and white set, there is also a blue and green dress with gold, a dark blue base with full-color embroidery, and a jade dress... the lowest-key is the jade Colored, only the arms and knees are decorated with gold lantern patterns, not too many designs.

He was not really sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was not used to wearing such gorgeous clothes, so he picked the most elegant one.

On the morning of the first day of the new year, he took clothes to school. He planned to sacrifice to the Confucian Temple. He could go to Xie's house after changing clothes in the car. Unexpectedly, when the ritual came back, I saw a much wider red oil caravan next to the Cui family carriage right after leaving the prison. The people driving the car in front of it were also very familiar. It was Xie Shan who had ran to Qian'an several times.

Before getting to the car, Xie Shan waved at him and shouted, "The son will take my car. The road outside the city is not smooth. Our car has a thicker pavement. The master ordered me to keep the son steady. Send it to the village."

Cui Xie glanced at his little blue caravan, comparing it to other big cars, knowing which one is more comfortable just by looking at it. In front of Xie Qianhu, he didn't need to talk about face and integrity, so he said to Xie Shan: "Then I will go first and change clothes, Xie Shan will wait a bit."

He didn't need to change the clothes inside, just changed the straight robe to drag, and the square scarf on his head was replaced by a steel fork hat, and he got out of the car soon. Xie Shan watched him get in and out of the car, and in a blink of an eye, he changed from an obedient elementary school student to a neat warrior. He couldn't help but applaud: "The sons look better than wearing a straight body. When I looked at it, I thought it was Jin... which son of Xungui's family?"

Cui Xie smiled and said: "It's not that Master Xie's clothes are good. Brother Xie Shan don't praise me anymore. The road outside the city is far away. Let's go there soon."

He asked the Cui family's coachman to go back and say on his behalf, he got into Xieshan's car and followed him out of the city.

The Xie’s car is indeed much better than his own. It is covered with layers of soft cushions, and there are also summer mats. The seats are wide and you can sit and lie down. There is also a small table fixed on the corner of the car. Food container and sheepskin bag containing water. Xie Shan said that these were prepared for him and asked him to use them at will. He was not embarrassed. He only ate a few dizzy **** plums, opened the curtains, and looked at the scenery outside.

In early May, the weather was full of verdant mountains, terraced rice paddies in the distance, valley beams in the fields swaying with the wind, farmers scattered in the fields, and it was time for a good harvest. But as the fields got closer and closer, the roads in the fields became narrower and narrower, and the car began to bump, Xie Shan's voice rang loudly, and comforted from the front: "After this field is Xie's Zhuangzi, it's just this section. The road is not easy to walk. The son of turning back rides through this section, and then gets into the car, and he is comfortable."

Cui Xie leaned against the window with the plum in his hand, and closed his eyes and asked, "Is this still far from Zhuangzi, or should I go down and walk over?"

Xie Shan smiled and said: "The son will bear it for a while, there are no more steps. If our adults see me halfway down and walk, we can't blame me for not driving the car!"

He shook the whip, and the speed of the car suddenly increased, causing Cui Xie to almost fall out. Thanks to the broad shoulders, he got stuck in the window and threw him back into the car.

Now he really seemed to have fallen into a drum washing machine. After a while, his buttocks couldn't stick to the seat, so he had to lie halfway on the seat with the cushion, and hang himself in the car by weight and friction.

I don't know how far it has gone, the car stopped again with a bang, the stallion neighed, hit the ground with all four hooves, and shook again. Cui Xie felt that the wheels were no longer moving, and he hurriedly climbed out of the car—this time he had to get out of the car no matter how far he went, and if he went down like this, he would have a concussion.

He climbed to the door of the car and was about to push the door, but the small door was opened from the outside, and a strange golden red light shone through the door, unlike the white sunlight that should be there at this time.

Cui Xie held down the car door and squinted his eyes, only to realize that it was not red light, but the brilliance of the red brocade clothes being hit by the sun mixed with the glitter of woven gold. He didn't look at the face above Jin Yi carefully, but raised his hand and rubbed his eyes heavily.

Isn't he dreaming again, isn't the red dress that Xie Qianhu really wore?