Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Choi Xie devoted great enthusiasm to the flower water business.

Six cents of silver and a catty of gardenia, even steaming and soaking, tossed into a few tens of catties, not only in the small courtyard, their neighbors left and right with the fragrance of the house.

The flower water made is not too bad, although it smells green and dull, it doesn't smell bad for the fine product, so he spilled it as a men's perfume. The few bottles left were not usable for a while, and I was afraid of decay when I left them. They asked people to buy ice and put them in the cellar, which made it easier for the cook to make snacks and saved the day to go out to buy iced milk.

Even the homework he gave to Lu Juren wrote: "The gardenias are steamed under the moon, and the Ming Dynasty is full of fragrance. Jin Zeng pours into the snow, and the jade dew is lightly frosted. The entrance is initially suspicious, and the clothes feel more cold. Flowers. It’s a few days after the energy has been opened, and it’s not as if it’s clear."

This poem is more profitable than the poem he wrote.

First, the rhythm of the sentence is a lot of dexterity: the first sentence starts with the 212 rhythm, and the opposite sentence is the tempo of the two. At the end of the sentence, a question is used, the tone is naturally picked up, and self-questioning and self-answering are more powerful than simple narration. The use of words has also been changed. In the past, only three tones were used for flat and upward, and the disease of entering tones was less used. In the sentence, "yue", "knot", "yu", "enter", "jue" and "ruo" are all entering tones. Rotation, sound and rhyme are scattered.

The beginning of the poem is easy and vivid, the sentence is neat, and the ending sentence is strong and affectionate, which is much smarter than his father's poem which was changed into a poem.

Mr. Lu also let Gardenia scented for a few days. Looking at his poems, he smelled the fragrance of his nose, which was very substituting. After reading the poem, he praised: "Today's poem is actually a true poem. It is no longer a bad work of plucking words like the previous one, making up rhymes and sentences! Just write it according to this, and you must have true feelings to be considered a poem!"

He held the verse and looked at it, and sighed: "It's better than your poem of thinking about your father. It's so fast, I know you are talented!"

It may not be talented. It may be that he and Cui Sen have a bad relationship. It takes a lot of effort to refrain from writing the first "Send the Plague God". Where else can I write about feelings?

Cui Xie thought so, but he dared not say so. He echoed Lu Juren and said, "Students often try to figure out what Mr. said these days. They keep them in their hearts and pay attention to them when they write. They just don’t pay attention to the words in the sound and use them again. It’s a little bit too much, and I can’t balance the three tones."

Lu Juren wanted to beat him again, but he didn't realize that this student was quite capable of self-criticism, and he was not complacent because he made progress in his poems and was praised by his husband. Seeing that he was so humble and motivated, Mr. Lu stopped picking up faults, but encouraged him a few words: "This time, it is considered good. As long as you remember the style of poetry and practice for a year or a half, you can put it down. Let's write arbitrarily."

Under his instruction, Cui Xie went back and made two poems about studying and serving his relatives. Although not very emotional, I took a few allusions from history books and used them in poems, which seemed to be a lot thicker. Mr. Lu also pointed out a few deficiencies and told him to use words more concisely when he used allusions. Don't hurt the meaning because of the words, but don't write the poems into ancient prose because of the words.

Anyway, Mr. Lu lives at home, and Cui Xie doesn't have to save much homework before asking him for advice. When the inspiration comes, he will ask him for advice when he writes a poem and a half. His poems have progressed swiftly: at the beginning, a poem was changed seven or eight times and it was awkward to read. I wish I could overthrow it and rewrite it; after writing a few, I became familiar with the rhythm of rhyme. I won't mention the content for the time being, at least I don't have to memorize the metric while writing. The sentences I think of in my heart are rhyming, and I only need to refine the words and sentences.

Although he was studying poetry, he didn't influence his composition too much.

The reason is that the poems themselves are not romantic and light, and they are more like essays than poems. When he writes prose and argument, he feels like writing an argumentative essay. The arguments, arguments, and arguments are clearly laid out in his mind, layer by layer. In. It was just that when he wrote the sentence and the opposite sentence in the eight ratios, the regular four tones of the poem appeared occasionally, which caused him to involuntarily consider using the three tones of "shang", "go" and "in".

Fortunately, he hasn't become fascinated by poems yet. After he realized it, he deliberately restrained, so as not to spend too much time on this and affect the speed of writing.

But this kind of metrical technique finally left traces in the article. The doctors and teaching assistants in the prison were all experts. I saw his new paper during the monthly exam and I saw it at a glance.

When Lin Jiancheng saw that his sentences were in harmony with the melody, he thought that he had listened to his own words and went home to study "Music Rhythm". While judging the paper, he said to a few assistant teachers in the same room: "This paper is definitely Cui Hezhong's. , I recognized the tone of his discussion. He really listened to my persuasion and refined the article. Look at these two sentences, "The people are safe, as if they are in danger; the road is prosperous, as if they are blocked." Also, the four tones flow, like pressing an orchestra, which is quite charming."

Which teacher does not like obedient students!

Lin Jian Chengai's method is to ask someone to copy his paper neatly, and then post it outside the school for others to appreciate.

Cui Xie has already had the experience that he wanted to turn into a yellow croaker once he entered the Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies. This time I heard my classmates shouting the name "Cui Hezhong" from a distance. I was already calmer. Without covering his face, Transpiyong walked to Yilun Hall and entered the school with ease under the cover of flowers and trees.

The classmates congratulated him for being on the list again. Zhang Zhaichang seemed to say with You Rongyan: "I think that the articles of harmony and inconsistency are also among the best. He is one year younger. It can be said that we are from Beizhili. The child prodigy will not lose to the child prodigy in the south."

The classmates are all northerners. In the past years, they were always suppressed by the southerners. They had a feeling of reluctance to admit defeat. They all responded with a smile: "Exactly! They say that there are many talents in the south. After three years, Chunwei, those Nanjian actions When Zi came to Beijing, he could push Cui Hezhong to compare with them!"

They dared to blow, but Cui Xie didn't have such a big face and dared to recognize it, and quickly waved his hand: "Where am I a child prodigy, it is all my brothers who show love. If I can learn from the truth, I can't compare to the predecessors."

Everyone was trying to persuade him not to be so polite, but he got up and arched his hands, and said very earnestly: "Fool has a short study day and knows very little. I have something to ask my brothers for help!"

Everyone laughed and said: "Dare you dare, but if you have questions, we will try our best to answer."

Cui Xie looked down slightly, and said, "You shouldn't be laboring with this kind of meddling. It's just little brothers thinking about it. Among the people who have known throughout their lives, there is no one who is more talented than this Chinese school. If you don't ask your brothers for help, then Who can I ask for?"

He said that Ju'anzhai will hold a beauty pageant on the Qixi Festival, in which people will be invited to comment on the poem and notarize the choice of the first beauty in the Three Kingdoms.

Several supervisors thought that he had something to ask people about learning, but they didn't want to be because of this. Suddenly a few feet of light appeared in their eyes, and they stretched out and asked: "It's really an invitation for someone at the Qixi Festival. How much do you want to invite? We are these people, can we all go..."

Cui Xie said: "I'm afraid there are too many poems and essays when voting, so the judges are tired of seeing, so I want to invite more people. If the votes are not enough, the brothers will publicize a few people as judges, and the rest of their shops also arrange tea Dim sum, shouldn’t it be good to go and see Qixi Night?"

it is good! At least I can play for nothing, but it would be even better if I can be a judge.

Everyone agreed and gave him an idea to hire the most famous prison students and the pair of Fei's uncles and nephews from Jiangxi. Cui Xie thanked them one by one for their kindness, and remembered the number of people who were going to go back so that Ju Anzhai could prepare seats and meals for the special guests.

Zhang Zhaizhang glanced at him and asked specifically: "If we bring the family again, can there be a place to sit?"

There were also a few relatives in the hall who wanted to go, so they approached him and asked about this. Cui Xie stretched his hand and said: "I turned back to the owner and said that they would naturally set up color sheds and ask women and girls to sit in the shed. Voting is all day, and we will go to more people in the evening. It will be enough before the curfew. A beauty is judged."

Since the Five Beauty Conference can be held, a batch of soap around it must be made while it is hot.

A few days ago, Xiao Cui Qi sent him five kinds of pear wood carved molds, which were carved with stick figures with different costumes. According to the size of the soap engraved in the mold, Cui Xie made five picture frames that were slightly smaller than the soap body and the same as the outline of the soap, but they drew five pictures of beauties in the frames.

There are two squares, one big and one small. Da Qiao in the old version of the Three Kingdoms is not a well-known actor, Cui Xie can't remember a little, and simply changed the painting to Xu Qing. Both of them are beauties of the same era, and their names are similar. There is a very subtle taste when he paints himself.

When making the "Three Kingdoms" advertisement, in order to conform to the content of the book, Er Qiao mostly wears filial attire, and the packaging can not be painted in white, otherwise the readers are unlucky and afraid that they will not buy it. So instead, the book is drawn into two gorgeous wedding makeup. Da Qiao slightly lowered his head, with his hijab half hanging on his forehead, dignified and gentle; Xiao Qiao looked up slightly, with a smile in his eyes, as if listening to Zhou Yu.

The two soaps themselves are also somewhat different-Da Qiao endorsed the moisturizing soap with beef bone marrow added to the recipe, and Xiao Qiao endorsed the water-locking soap with raw honey.

Diao Chan uses a round soap mold, and the package is painted in a moon-worshiping posture with his hands together. Add borneol and mint to make a refreshing soap.

Both Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Zhen use long strip molds, and the human body can be drawn completely. The model on the Zhen family is the shape of Luoshen's Fu, Ling Bo walks slightly, she has a chubby posture; Mrs. Sun embraces A Dou and adds a thought for a child. The two ladies almost became queens, so the soap packaged is different from the recipe of the three, it is the flavored soap used by Cixi.

But there were three catties of sandalwood in the scented soap. A catty of sandalwood costs five cents and five cents, which is twenty times more expensive than the other incense! Cui Xie calculated that the cost was too high, and was afraid that it could not sell, so he wiped off two and a half catties of sandalwood, and the soap powder was reduced proportionally, and a light and luxurious version of "Goddess Yurong Soap" was made.

After the two prescriptions were tried out, they were given to Cui Ting, who asked the fellow from the fat powder shop to rush to trial production and pay piece rates. The guys heard that they were half-dead when they had to work overtime. When they heard that they could get money, they immediately gained motivation, and after part-time work, they were willing to work together until midnight.

Cui Ting wrote the monthly report with great enthusiasm. Looking at the rows of working hours, he must know that his monthly report can satisfy the son, and he has stabilized Cui Jinzhi.

While Cui Xie asked them to rush to work, he placed an order and advance payment for the study, asking them to make more soap molds and step up printing on wrapping paper.

The shopkeeper has to persuade him to receive the money: "It's all our family's business, so we just need to keep the accounts first, so don't lose the family expenses."

The palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are all meat. What's more, the powder shop actually belongs to the Cui family. As long as Cui Senyi returns, the entire power will be transferred back to him. The bookstore is his own, and he does not use his own property to supplement other people's property.

He looked at the newly sent monthly report and said, "You are understaffed and the paper is expensive, so I simply sent it to Qian'an and asked the old craftsmen to consider printing. Anyway, this is not as good as a book. Don't care."

The shopkeeper asked, "Would you like to draw a big picture and hang it outside their store? We are all the book sellers and shopkeepers. You don't have to bother with this soap seller. I happen to have a craftsman in the shop."

The shopkeeper is growing very fast, so you know that you must first put out the spokesperson poster to push new products!

He nodded happily, and asked people to draw the package map into a double-page size and paste it on the signboard outside the store. Then I thought: "Otherwise, I will engrave a few very small molds to print out all kinds of small soaps. Before I officially sell new products, I will give a piece of the book with the book and write different soap names on the paper and ask them to try it. If someone asks, you just say that our two families have a good relationship. I have already mentioned this to my classmates before, and the Qixi Festival will invite them to comment on the article. There is no need to hide this relationship."

Speaking of the Qixi Festival, the treasurer Ji couldn't help but think of the grand occasion of the election of the first beauty in "Lianfanglu", and there was a look of pride and expectation on his face-this time they were held in Beijing. The dignitaries of the scene looked fresh, and naturally they were more grand and public than those in their county. He has been preparing for a long time!

On the day when the thirteenth volume of "Six Talents Version of Three Kingdoms" was officially published, the beauty soaps of Singapore were also dried in batches and sold together with the book.

Five kinds of soaps are buckled in different molds, the outer bread is printed on thick paper of beauty, and a set of bright tin soap boxes are also given, which is extremely delicate. Posters were posted on the big board outside the store, and the names of different soaps were written with ink-colored pens beside the pictures, and the signs of "Ancient French Hanfang Palace Soap" and "Overseas Immortal Fang Yurong Soap" were printed.

The Han Fang court soap sells for four coins a piece of silver, and the overseas fairy Fang soap sells for eight coins. Each bar of soap weighs four taels, and it is made of sandalwood powder and is not worth a penny.

Many customers spurned on the excessive packaging of the rouge powder shop. The soap is not valuable, and the only sold is colored paper, but they can't help but collect five kinds of packaging. The women in their family use soap, but they can feel that the soap is filled with real medicines. No flour is added. After washing, the skin is white and smooth, and the fragrance is long. It seems that they can be washed into a painting. The beauties of the above will naturally want to buy back.

The powder shop and the study team cooperated to promote each other's products, and together they heated up the five beauty election, which was like a festival. Many scholars even went to the powder shop and asked if the soap-packed paper could also have a poem written on it as a vote, but they were all turned down, so they had to buy drawing notes angrily.

Cui Xie's persevering toilet water hasn't made much progress yet, but the soap making business is advancing with leaps and bounds, and he simply shifted the focus to soap.

After May, the gardenias gradually disappeared, and he dried a lot of dried flowers in the courtyard. It was for the purpose of continuing to steam the dew, but now I am a little bit cold about the flower dew. Looking at the dried gardenia, I think it tastes good. I also remember that the petals can also be soaped. Try to make soap in the soap powder, it also has a delicate fragrance, which is much easier than steamed flower water.

He tried a few times on his own, and felt that the water did not smell stale, but it smelled better than those strong and complex perfumed soaps, so he knocked out nice round pieces with dim sum molds, and half dried them for home use. The other half was wrapped in plain paper and sent to Xie's mansion.

Xie Ying quickly asked someone to return a note and a few colored snacks. On the note, I thanked him for the soap, and said that the value of Qixi Festival will not be too early. I am afraid that the three countries and five beauty who can only go to Ju'anzhai at night will join his family. First I wish them a smooth election.

Ay... He also goes to school during the day on the seventh day of the seventh year, but he can only go at night.