Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Ever since those excellent model essays were published and after an in-depth interpretation, Cui Xie has become a little celebrity in the campus. There are many people who come to him after reading the article, just to see what a person who can write such an article looks like.

He came back early these two days. After class at noon, he went straight to the instructor's duty room. He wanted to cover his face with his sleeves on the road. But the Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies pays attention to appearance, and you have to walk well, or else you have to go to Shengyan Hall to decide. He has grown to a lot of people again, and among a group of juren in his 20s and 30s, he can be seen at a glance, and he will be blocked from time to time.

The older the older, the more likely they are to be the supervisor of his elders, the more they like to tease him. When he catches him, he asks: "Xiao Cui case chief, can you tell us in detail about your "advanced in ritual and music" Idea?"

"He Zhongxian, do you think your article is better than Zi Chongxian's article?"

"After I read the masterpiece, I feel that the next generation is terrible. Unfortunately, only the article "Advanced to Liyue" was posted under the gallery. I don't know how Cui Xiandi wrote the article "The Son of Heaven"? Can I still recite it again?"

When he was studying in Qian'an, Mr. Lin was a scholar. The scholars in the county were all his teachers. When he read his articles, he used to draw circles to teach him how to make changes here and there. Whoever wants to enter the Imperial College, this group of people who are also teachers and elders not only refused to change the article for him, but also praised how well he wrote, and I wish I could memorize it, and even write one according to his structure and intention. Articles.

The sourness is beyond words.

Fortunately, the paper can be torn off within three days of hanging, and this trend will always pass. With the support of this idea, Cui Xie went home every day and adjusted his mentality again, and gradually adapted to the school red life.

But the troubles after the popularization are more than these.

Those who ask for articles are always satisfied when they leave, and the ones who borrow notes are just a few polite sentences when taking the notebook. They don't disturb his normal life much, but those who are most afraid of him are interested in him.

Those people put on a look of loving elders, from studying to asking about his family's family background, from his grandparents to his younger brothers and sisters, from Jingli to their younger brothers and sisters, to Jingli and then to ask how they lived in Qian'an, who was around them... and finally covered up. Secretly asked: "Brother Xian is not married yet, is there a marriage contract?"

Blue light appeared in the eyes of those who questioned. Cui Xie intuitively felt that as long as he said "no", he would immediately be able to put on a red dress and carry it into the bridal chamber.

"This...my house..." He didn't know whether to make up a baby first or say that he should not marry early. While hesitating, Zhang Zhaichang came over to relieve him and scolded everyone: "Brother Cui Xian's marriage is in charge of his parents. Can he make a private order at his age at his age? It's an appointment, how can you take it seriously? They are all the people who know the book and give rituals, how can they force marriage in the school?"

They turned red and scattered in shame.

Cui Xie was very grateful, and when everyone left, he gave him a deep impression and thanked him for helping him out. Zhang Zhaichang smiled and lifted him up, waved his hand and said, "You don't need to thank you. I want to beg you for them. I hope you don't care about today's affairs. They are all in the heart of parents, for the sake of their children. I have to lose my face and ask about this."

He sighed and smiled bitterly: "The little girl in the family is about to die, and I can understand their painstaking efforts."

Nowadays, girls will get married at fifteen and sixty-seven, and it is difficult to marry after twenty. At this age, parents will start to worry.

Cui Xie also said in the same way: "No, my younger sister is twelve this year. I'm just about to ask a female husband to teach her for a few years so that she can be married. What kind of gentleman can Zhaichang recognize and recommend me? ?"

Zhang Zhaichang took a serious look at him and replied: "The little girl only reads a few books at home. A good lady is not a good choice. If you want to ask me, I can ask for you, but It may have to wait a few months, don’t worry."

Cui Xie smiled and said, "It's not in a hurry. My sister is not too old. I still want to stay with her for two more years. If I can pass the exam by that time, I will be able to hire her gracefully."

Zhang Zhaichang looked at him and smiled and said: "Yes, it is better to be a sister of a supervising student than to be a sister of a scholar and a scholar. I think you can make such an article at a young age. Maybe you have the blessing of Dadengke and Xiaodengke Someone will take care of this for you then."

Cui Xie smiled and shook his head, and said casually, "I just want to raise my younger brothers and sisters well and settle them for life, let's talk about other things later."

Three days later, the article posted under the gallery was uncovered, and there were fewer superintendents who came to visit him. Cui Xie borrowed and copied several other posted articles with his classmates, and listened to those comments mixed with comments on his own articles, and became numb after listening too much.

After listening to several different seniors analyzing his article, he felt that the article was written by others just like the others. There are foreshadowings and metaphors everywhere in the article. The interpretation made him feel strange. After reading it a few times according to the meaning explained by his classmates, he has different ideas and gains.

This is too much brainwashing.

He memorized those articles, drew a tree diagram to summarize the writing ideas and intentions of each article, and rewritten several articles according to different ideas to expand his thinking.

The husband said that his article is long in argumentation and momentum, and this must be maintained. If the argumentation is thorough, and the literary talent can be refined, the article can be improved; if you can't maintain the best strengths, you can't fight the literary talent with those Ming scholars who are proficient in poetry, lyrics and music.

But he has already been on the list, and the people who have been asked to greet him almost once by all his classmates can no longer fall.

Although the superintendent commented on articles in public, compared with other predecessors, and was ashamed of being onlookers... But if you are on the list this time, you will not be able to post it again, it will be even more embarrassing. When others mentioned him, would they think that his first article was an attack on old articles or other people's chapters? Even if you don't think so, don't you have to feel that he is too proud of himself and that he is not good at studying after being on the list?

Cui Xie sighed deeply, closed his eyes, opened the intensive reading of "Zhu Zi Yu Lei", and dig deep into the meaning of the four books. Tired, he got up and turned around, opened and looked at the pair of beautiful pictures hanging on the wall of the room.

The two pictures are put together: a white-robed Xiao Qiao, turned to the right side, holding the scabbard in both hands, and handed it to the front side; a red-robed Mrs. Sun, drawing a sword from the sheath with her left hand, arched backwards Want to dance. Xiao Qiao naturally painted according to He Qing, but the old version of Mrs. Sun's impression was a little blurred, but he only remembers that he was a bright and magnificent beauty. When he painted before, he painted according to Zhao Mingming's face.

Now I have painted a red dance dress, which is even more thrilling. It is a red and white rose with He Qing's Xiao Qiao, enough for readers to tear for a few years.

In the sixty-first time, Zhao Yun intercepted Jiang and seized A Dou. After hanging up with Mrs. Sun for a few days, it was as an advertisement for the new 12-volume book.

Looking at these two pictures of beauties, either gentle or glamorous, he seemed to have seen that after the opening of the new store, customers in Jingli were also competing for picture books with the old Qian'an store. His eyes didn't sore, his brain didn't rise, and he was refreshed. He took off his sword and danced in the courtyard for a few times, then returned to review until midnight.

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Ten days after the Cui's South Store was cleared, it closed as per day. The neighboring neighbourhood and the people who came to buy things watched the man lower the sign and put a wooden board outside the door and window. It was really a posture to close the door. They all asked in surprise: "Your shopkeeper really shut it down? Lizida burned the old products, isn't it selling hot day by day? Wouldn't it be good to just open it like this?"

Cui Liangdong stood outside the door and sighed: "We don't want to shut down, but our son is faithful. He said that only for ten days is only for ten days. One day can't be delayed. Any more of these things will be sent to the sanatorium. Our shop will be owned by others from tomorrow. Thanks to the care of your neighbors over the years, there are a few things here to thank you all."

The shopkeeper dragged a box of wine, vinegar, soy sauce, dried and fresh fruits, and dried snacks from the side door to the neighbors. It was a little care for the host. The neighbourhood and the people who came to buy things praised: "This owner is really a charity, and the servant he raised is also a righteous servant."

Although there will be no cheap things to buy in the future, but in the past two days, I have seen a lot of excitement from his house, and it is a good thing to watch. The owner finally gave them some things, which shows the feelings of the neighbors. .

Guy Cui pulls out two carts from the yard and will have more than 80 taels of food and seasonings. He circled a small part of the capital and drove slowly toward the South Guan Yangjiyuan. Neighbors in the neighbourhood also walked around with them, telling idlers on the roadside that their family wanted to donate to the elderly.

The more people I followed along the way, the more the news spread, and half of the city knew that the Cui's South Store was closed. The owners of those who did not sell them refused to set up a stall to sell them, and they were directly sent to the nursing home outside the city. .

I don’t know how many people regretted not buying more things in his house; some people criticized this owner for not being able to do business, and that he would rather give up the good things than sell them to those willing to pay. And those village elders and scholars who heard the news, out of political correctness, would praise their family for charity and virtue, and help the poor.

The news went viral for two days, and people all over the city talked about the shop that was originally silent and the goods were flat, but it burned the old goods at the gate and donated the lonely old people, and burst out like fireworks. There are still many people wandering outside the closed store, wanting to see who took over the store, what the new owner is doing, and whether there is the kindness and character of the young owner of the Cui family.

Two days later, they finally waited for the convoy coming from outside the city.

In the car, two unremarkable middle-aged men dressed in cocoon shirts quietly knocked on the side door and handed over to a young man guarding the shop.

These people are like servants taught by everyone, and they don't talk too much. Whatever the neighbours ask, they only answer: "I'll know later."

Wherever these idlers were willing to wait, when they didn't say anything, they looked at the side door. It's just that the side door is too far away from the unloading place. After watching for a long time, I can only see the guys in the car come down, and move many weird museum shelves standing upright on the side and leaning forward into the store, and then a few people carry boxes of boxes. The goods sealed with a yellow paper seal come down.

They couldn't see what was in the box. They could only see the shop clerk spreading long planks and rolling logs on the floor, pushing the heavy box into the back door of the store.

After a few large cars had entered, the side door of the yard was closed by the guy who kept the shop from inside. There was nothing to watch and the guys could not ask, so he had to go back to the front door again.

The front door was already opened, and the doors and windows opened wide, revealing an empty lobby. The front of the shop was crowded, and there was nowhere for them to stand. These people could not squeeze into the crowd, and hurriedly shouted from the back: "The folks give way. We came first, but we were delayed for a while at the side door of his house. What are they selling there? Let us see. Take a look!"

The people in front just squeeze in front of the store, whichever is willing to let it go.

They had no choice but to squeeze forward, while squeezing while cursing that the person in front had never seen the world, they could squeeze like this for something. They were so crowded that their towels and hats fell off, their shoes feet were dirty, and the small pendants on their clothes were missing. They finally approached the door and saw the painting on the wall between the head and the hat.

Just a glance at the incomplete picture, the stepping and squeezing on the way in is worth it.

The beautiful women in the painting are the little Qiao and Madam Sun whom they have seen in "Six Talents Criticism on the Three Kingdoms" many times, and they have also bought painting notes to enjoy. At this time, the painting was the size of a human being, hung on the wall, as if two real beauties were standing behind the counter.

On the beauty face, there is no heavy yellow forehead and faint wine on the cheeks as printed in the book, only light sandalwood makeup, and white powder on the forehead. All of the beauty of the country reveals a sadness and grace from the light. The person who could see clearly in front shouted: "The white dress is Xiao Qiao, and the red dress is Mrs. Sun. The color is really like a stranger, and it is heartbreaking to watch! Born in troubled times, it is a pity that Wu is a pair of peerless beauty! "