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When Brother Yuan Zhu mentioned the teacher, Ru Mo covered his face and cried, "I was born to me, the earth cared for me, I will take care of me, my own care, my teacher teaches me. I should be heartbroken to repay me, but my evil spirit violated the laws of the court and betrayed my ancestors. I am sorry for the teacher who has great kindness, and I will abandon it! I will never forgive you! How can I see the teacher again?"
"Hey, why is such a smart person so stubborn?" Brother Yuan Yu sighed and actually laughed.
Ru Mo said in his heart: "I'm so miserable. You're still laughing." Then he held back his tears and said to his brother Yuanzhu with anger, "What's there to be happy about? Why not talk about it?"
"It's really true." Brother Yuan Zhu smiled and said, "It's still about you, do you want to listen?"
"What good news can I have?" Ru Mo said quietly: "I'm so miserable, you'd better make fun of others.
"What does it mean to make you happy? Brother Yuanzhu patted his back and said, "Ru Mo, do you know? The teacher has helped you to correct your name. No one can question you in terms of character."
"What? Rumo suddenly glared and said, "Who told you?"
"Who else can tell me?" Brother Yuan Zhu said: "It was when the teacher invited everyone the day before yesterday.
"Nonsense, I was there that day." Rumo said depressedly.
Brother Yuan Zhu pulled him up and said, "You said you were unwell and left the seat halfway, but you didn't see the situation later." He said, "When the banquet was about to leave, the teacher toasted us all, saying that your actions were all based on his instructions. It was the teacher who asked you to get close to Tang Song. In order to find out if someone was really clearing the joints,"
"Really?" Rumo said in disbelief: "Why didn't I hear any wind?"
"You huddled in the room all day without eating or drinking, and you didn't see anyone, and you couldn't hear even when you fire a fire outside." Brother Yuan Zhu said with a smile.
"Then why didn't you tell me? Rumo still doesn't believe.
"It's what the teacher doesn't let you tell you," Brother Yuan Zhu smiled and said, "The teacher said you will be dejected if you get a little blow. How can you become a weapon like this? So I won't let me tell you, let you reflect on yourself first."
"Say this," Rumo said excitedly: "Is it true that I say this?"
"When did I cheat you, and when did the teacher cheat you?" Brother Yuan Zhu smiled.
"Hey," Rumo suddenly regained his vitality, jumped up from the bed and said, "Thank you, Brother Yuanzhu." As he said that, he ran out in his shoes.
"Why are you doing so anxious?" Brother Yuan Yu asked from behind.
"Go to the teacher's house and report to him," Rumo said: "I really understand that poem!"
"No hurry to be there for a moment." Brother Yuan Zhu grabbed his arm and said, "Let's go and read the list first."
"I won't read it anymore, I won't read it anymore, it doesn't matter whether I win or not." Ru Mo smiled with relief and said, "The harvest this time is already much greater than that of the Jinshi." He said with a silly smile: "And, I didn't use the words and the article was not well written. How could I get to the top?"
"Oh," Brother Yuan Zhu sighed and said, "Yes, you can't compete with each other based on your real skills, it's really a boring person."
The two were talking in the room, and suddenly they heard the yard outside getting lively. Many people shouted, "Come on! Come on!" Then there were the crackling sound of firecrackers.
When he heard this voice, Brother Yuan Zhu, who had been very calm, became nervous suddenly. He wanted to go out and check it out but didn't dare, and he felt sweaty on his forehead.
However, Rumo had already seen it open and said, "Let's go out and watch the fun." After that, he opened the door and went out.
"It turns out that it's Zhubei selling shrimps, so no one laughs at anyone." Brother Yuan Zhu smiled at himself and walked in.
When he went out, the yard was full of people. He could not get enough to step in, so he had to stand on the steps with Rumo to watch. A fellow villager stood in the yard with a little dizzyness. The clerk who was reporting the letter was wearing red color, and the people next to him naturally brought out a plate of silver to reward him. Suzhou is rich in the world, and the clerks like to come to them to announce the good news the most.
After a while, another newspaperman came over and shouted, "Qiebao Sujinfu, the master of Taicangzhou, Taicangzhou, was a 262nd tribute scholar in the high school ceremony, and the saint in the Jinjian Hall!" Before he finished speaking, a fellow villager with a happy face raised his hand and squeezed out, "It's me, I am Qian Zhou!" The newspapermen went up to kowtow and gave the new nobles red color. After getting a lot of benefits, they ran away. As in previous years, the task of opening a daily list is too heavy. There is not enough manpower, so they have to make a round trip. In this way, they can get as many red envelopes as possible.
One by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one.
A team of good news reports requires at least seven or eight people. If you pay for ten or eight taels, you can’t see it at all. Many people can’t afford this reward, and many people don’t want to pay the money, so they listen to their seniors’ suggestions to go out early to the ritual office. You can immediately know the result with a list, and you can avoid the debt collector who reported the good news. You can kill two birds with one stone, so many scholars don’t stay in the inn, filling Dongjiang Mi Lane.
Seeing a team of officials who reported the good news, they rushed out of the yamen, but they were eager to see that the ten men of Zhang's Bang could not stand it anymore. They went to the yamen to inquire and found out that the notes were not announced. But they were disappointed. A head of the Ministry of Rites came out and told them to implement reforms this year, and the newspapers would first report the victory, and the next day they would announce the announcement.
"What kind of bullshit reform is just to ask for more money from us. The scholars who have been waiting for a long time said angrily: "Money, money, money! I only accept the money! The country's talent ritual has become a way to make money. It's really shameful!"
For a moment, there was a lot of complaints, and the restaurant in the south of the street was also full of curses. Some people stood up angrily and prepared to go back and get the gentle knife.
But more people didn't move. Most of them lived in the guild hall and had known the servants inside long. If there were any good news, they would just send them away without hesitation and then come here to report the news. Although they also had to give rewards, it was a difference between one and eight.
Sure enough, a young servant in green ran in sweat for a while. The scholars were looking at the door. When they saw that the visitor was from the provincial inn, the Shandong disciples waved happily: "Here, here, we are here."
The servant quickly ran over, knelt down for one of them, and said happily: "Congratulations to Mr. Yang. You are 251st in high school."
"Wow, it's almost 25." Mr. Yang was so happy that he couldn't stop, he took out the silver from his arms and said generously: "Thank you." The servant continued to thank him, and his fellow villagers also toasted and congratulated loudly, which attracted the attention of the people in the hall.
After a while, another servant ran in and went to the Henan table to announce the good news. The Henan students also toasted happily, unwilling to the point of being inferior.
The next good news comes one after another, and the bamboos are coming in between plum blossoms and bamboos. First, the admission rate for the examination is as high as four, and second, it is not that I can almost win the same way, and no one will come here to see me.
While caring about their future, scholars from various provinces also secretly competed, ranking higher than that of which province and more admissions were accepted.
By noon, there were more than 250 people in the third-floor restaurant, and 72 people had already been hit.
Among them, Xijiang ranked first, with as many as ten people. Secondly, Shandong and Nanzhili, each with eight people. Then there were seven people in Huguang, six people in Beizhi, Sichuan, and five people in Guangdong and Shanxi. Unexpectedly, Jiangxi Province, which has always had excellent achievements, was the same as Shaanxi and Henan, and only four people won! Then there were three people in Fujian, one in Yunnan and Guizhou, each in Guangxi. There was only one table here, and it has not yet been opened.
This result is both expected and unexpected. Because most provinces have normal swings and no disputes over each other's rankings; but for Jiangxi and Fujian provinces, it is a big tragedy. In previous years, Jiangxi always ranked among the top three, and Fujian is also comparable to Beizhi and Sichuan, so it will never fall to this level!
The scholars of the two provinces all turned green, and although they comforted each other, "Didn't you just register for 60? Maybe we are all in high school. Yes, yes, the fellow villagers who stayed in the guild should have won a lot." But everyone's hearts were shrouded in ominous premonition.
Only Zheng Tang was still full of confidence. No matter how nervous and anxious others were, he was just drinking wine happily, waiting for his glorious moment.
He is from Fuzhou, with a deep background and identity, and has a close relationship with the Fujian-Xi Haishang and Yan Party. He even came out of the mountains to assist his family, but ended in failure. Later, he went to Beijing to join the Yan family, but just happened to catch up with the old master Yan Ge's unintentional view. Yan Shifan, who was in power on behalf of his father, regarded him as an ordinary scholar and only asked him to do some copying and writing. He had thought of showing himself in front of the old master Yan Ge's. Helplessly, Yan Shifan, the extremely arrogant and intelligent guy, had long been used to making his own decisions on everything and did not take his two actions seriously. Fortunately, he was sarcastic and refuted him to be speechless.
But he finally knew that it was better to rely on himself than anyone else, so he decided to participate in this competition, just in time for Yan Shifan to use joint words. He broke the new Jinshi of this class. As an aide to the Yan Mansion, he naturally got the "junction words". At that time, Yan Shifan told him not to tell others, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. But in Zheng Tang's opinion, he was afraid that others would rob him.
Forehead.
But Zheng Tang also had his own ideas. On the day he got the words, he passed them to his fellow villagers who were familiar with each other and knew that he wanted to use the east wind of the little master to establish his own power. He believed that Sister Yuan would definitely submit. There were sixty of those fellow villagers who used the words "words, they would definitely be able to go high school". Maybe they all belonged to us.
As for his own ranking, Zheng Tang was even more confident. He believed that no matter how picky the examiner was, he would be conquered by his own articles. The later he reported, the higher his ranking, which was a good thing!
However, as time goes by, the frequency of reporting messages is getting lower and lower, and the ranking of Chinese-style people is getting higher and higher. In the blink of an eye, Zheng Tang realized something bad. He secretly said, "Is it because Yan Shifan deliberately cheating me? He gave me a fake joint word? His fellow villagers also focused their attention on him, but they no longer respect, but they are irritating doubts and resentment. We trust you so much, how can you cheat us like this?
The unity spirit of Fujian people is indeed a top priority. If it were other provinces, there would have been internal strife and even internal strife.
But Zheng Tang knew the evil. If Liu'er had messed up all the things, he would have to leave his hometown and find a sacrifice. He got so tired that he tried to calm down and said, "Didn't it?" The guys in our guild have forgotten your instructions or were stuck with something?"
"I hope this is the case," everyone said, "Then go back and take a look." Three young men stood up and volunteered to go back.
At this time, the atmosphere in the restaurant was almost stagnant, the previous relaxation, competition and other things disappeared, leaving only the tension that made people breathless. Everyone was so nervous. Now there were still ten places. If there were no more reports, 99% of them meant that they would lose their reputation this time. Three years of hard work turned into a bubble, and they would have to go back after three years of torture. Who could still relax?
And those who have already won the game are happy, but when they see others nervous, they have to accompany them...
"Dingdengdeng" footsteps sounded, and everyone in the hall held their breath and saw that the visitor was a servant from the Suzhou Guild Hall.
The child had already run away eight times today, enough to circle around the outer city of Beijing. At this moment, his legs were trembling with fatigue. He pointed at Wang Shiwen and said, "You, you, Mr. Wang, you are tenth!"
Wang Shiwei smiled with relief, and held him in his arms and said, "Sit down and rest." He rewarded the servant with a disciple of gold ingots, worth at least fifty taels of silver.
The servant took the silver and thanked him deeply, and then heard Wang Shizheng say, "What's the situation in the guild hall? How many names have been won by the guild?"
The servant put the silver in his arms and smiled and said, "How amazing. Including the masters here, there are thirteen people in Suzhou who are defeated." He paused and said, "And the top nine are so young that they don't know." After saying a few words, he felt that his physical strength had recovered. He said, "I'll go back quickly and strive to make another effort." No. Report again!" After that, he went out staggeringly, no one laughed at him for "humans die for money and birds die for food." Because everyone was too nervous, how could he feel sarcastic.
people?
After a while, another servant from Jiangxi came in. In front of everyone, he reported good news to Yang Shiqiao: "Congratulations to Mr. Sun, congratulations to Mr. Sun, eighth in high school!"
Sun Yingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and another Jiangxi Guild Hall came in to report the good news: "Congratulations to Mr. Sun. Sixth in high school!" Sun Yingyuan grinned and said, "I have to pee quickly, I almost broke the urine bubbles." This made everyone laugh.
Another Shandong servant came in and said, "Mr. Li, you are ranked fifth in high school!" Mr. Li, Li Han, was the one who represented Shandong students that day. Li Han grinned and said, "I have invited you guys!" Of course, he was talking about his own table. If all the people in the building were invited, he would have to sell himself to pay off his debts.
The Xijiang Juzi was a little unbearable. Although they had the largest number of Chinese people, if there weren't one of the top ten, wouldn't it be a shame?
While worried, someone finally came to the Xijiang Guild Hall and kowtowed to Yu Youding and said, "Congratulations to Mr. Yu, you won the third place!"
Yu Youding was not immediately excited when he heard this, nor was he happy. Instead, he exclaimed: "Mr. Wen Chang's vision is really accurate."
"It's not just your accuracy?" Li Han next to him said loudly: "Aren't we all expected by the seniors of Qionglin Society?"
"Yes" resonated with more people, saying: "They predicted that day, almost all of them were able to win, which shows that my Ming Dynasty imperial examination was still very fair." Only when the subjectivity is reduced to a very low level can the prediction be so accurate.
One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one
There were two more people, and everyone looked at Zheng Tang and thought to himself that one of them was his. Zheng Tang became nervous, thinking to himself that he would come quickly and come quickly. Even if he was the second place, I would recognize him.
After a long time, it seemed as if one year had been so long. The sound of footsteps finally sounded outside the door again. This time, it was not a servant, but a Fujian scholar who went back to the guild hall to check the situation.
It's right.
As soon as he came in, he immediately attracted the gaze of all Fujian scholars. Everyone asked repeatedly, "How about it, have we won?" Someone also asked, "Is there anyone in the top two?"
The scholar's eyes swept over everyone, and finally lowered his head and whispered: "There are some, but few, not all of them."
At this time, Zheng Tang couldn't care about others anymore. He grabbed the scholar's chest and asked anxiously, "Who are the first two?"
"The first place is Wang Xijue, the second place is Xu Shixing." The scholar looked at him dissatisfiedly and said quietly: "You are really defeated this time, and we will be in trouble with you."
Zheng Tang was stunned on the spot,
The prototype of Zheng Tang in my book is Zheng Tang, who was once a friend of Yan Song during the Jiajing period; it was not the Zheng Tang during the Zhengde period. If it hurts the feelings of some friends, I would like to say deeply, I'm sorry, I really don't know that this gentleman is actually a figure like Ajiti in the legend.
Chapter completed!