Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Near the end of March, the Cui family's fleet finally stopped outside Nanjing.

When the subtotal treasurer came to preside over the Ju'anzhai branch here, he got off the boat with the stewards, tents, and craftsmen of Cui Jialai who presided over the construction of the library and the purchase of land. They reviewed the plan several times at home, and arranged in advance to look for a dentist to look at the yard, find artisans to turn over the bookstore, hit the bookshelves and furniture, and take care of the Tianfu family room with the parents' posts...a series of preliminary plans.

Once the relationship is established and the yard is built, the masters Ju'anzhai brought from Beijing will be able to start printing books and certificates, and open the library and Ju'anzhai at the same time.

Ji Du and the others planned well, each with a few laps of heavy money wrapped around their waists, ready to go into the city to spend money. Unexpectedly, as soon as I got off the big ship, I saw a group of round-waisted sergeants at the dock, each with a murderous aura, and stopped when I saw people. I first checked whether it was from Cui Hanlin's house in Jingli before they were willing to let them go.

The managers of Jingli Cui Hanlin's family were so scared that their legs were weak. Although it was not in the name of the Hanlin family, the sub-treasurer who also worked for Cui Hanlin was also a bit imaginary. He quietly pulled the bag-carrying man and stuffed a few large sums of money to find out the origin of the group of soldiers.

Lifu whispered: "The officials don’t know, this is from the family of Chengguo Zhu’s family. They have been blocking people at the dock since the beginning of this month. All merchants who come from the north like the officials have to interrogate. A member of the champion family."

Top pick in this section? Their eldest son?

How could their champion be grudges against the Guogong Mansion? I had only heard that the master had wicked the two chief assistants and was sent to Yunnan as a councilor. Didn't he sit in front of Hanlin in Beijing, and he was very popular with the emperor?

Could it be that the Senate master got into trouble outside again?

The more the subtotal shopkeeper thought about it, the more worried he became. After asking a few more questions, the hawker didn't know the bottom line. He only said that the group of sergeants asked when they saw the ship. Everyone from the north would inevitably interrogate him. Since he couldn't ask anything, he could only go to Cui's house to find the reason, so he asked the people who had been made use of by Master Cui, and asked whether their parents had ever offended the Chengguo family.

The person being asked was even more confused than him. He touched his head and said: "Our master used to be an official of the household ministry, and he was not an official of the six disciplines and thirteen realms. He just wanted to offend, and he could not offend others. "

Several people got off the big boat, and they all wore the cocoon gowns that the stewards liked to wear. They got together and mumbled, and they were noticed by the sergeant of the government. A group of brawny men lined up the porters, hawkers, and single merchants on the pier, and walked up to them in an agitated manner, seemingly consciously or unconsciously lined up, surrounding the group of people impenetrable.

The cold hair stood up behind the subtotal shopkeeper, and several members of the Cui family were all weakened, and asked timidly: "I wonder what happened to the few army masters looking for the little people? My master's family is the top scholar in this section, and it is written by Hanlin..."

The leader of the team had brilliant eyes and sternly shouted: "Are you Cui Zhuangyuan's family?"

It's over, this time it's not that the master has offended people, it's that the most reassuring eldest son has an accident!

Several stewards sighed in their hearts, pressed the silver on their waist and the letter in their arms, and gritted their teeth and asked: "The army master recognizes my champion? My champion is now a great minister of the Hanlin, the gentleman who speaks to the emperor..."

The soldier slapped his thigh heavily, then turned around and shouted at the densely populated place: "Brothers, the people we are waiting for are here! Hello everyone, don't dare anymore, and quickly bring Cui Gui's family home, so that the grandfather of the country will be happy. !"

Choi... Dear dear?

The eldest son of their ancestor himself showed his spirit and taught him not to marry him. How many generations from his ancestors were also from Hubei, where did he get his relatives in Nanjing Guogong Mansion?

Without waiting for them to say anything, these sergeants robbed them even with people carrying things and sent them directly to the Guogong Mansion, a few blocks away from a five-way mansion with an inner lake in the garden. The steward of the Guogongfu received them in the garden, pointing to the mansion and telling them: "This is the garden prepared by the Lord Guo for Cui Zhuangyuan's Zhuangyuan Museum. Can Cui Zhuangyuan plan how to pretend to be him? Then the little people arranged for the champion?"

Several stewards of the Cui family looked at this house larger than the Huang’s garden and did not dare to breathe, and asked: “Our son did make arrangements...this, but I don’t know that our Cui family and Guogong have What kind of relatives, how did the grandfather of the country know about this champion's hall and set up such a big house?"

Not to mention that these managers are wondering, even Li Xueshi, who is really related to Guogongfu, has not followed Cheng Guogong's reply.

It's just that the two capitals are too far apart, and there is a time difference between them. Cheng Guogong’s letter walked slowly on the road, buying a garden to build a building, and sending people to the dock to pick up the boat, but the arrangements were smooth. Jidu and the stewards were robbed into his designated garden as soon as they settled. It's been a while.

The manager of the Zhu family cordially introduced the relationship between their grandfather and Li Xueshi, and said with a smile: "The grandfather of the country loves Miss and Aunt Li, so naturally he has to take care of his own disciples. You just need to build the library here. Think. When you write home to inform your champion, by the way, urge him to build a collection of inscriptions on the library-this garden our father-in-law will renovate your house, the inscription can be written by your champion himself."

The champion of their family has already written it at home, and is now lying in the suitcase, but how can the few stewards fail to hear what Chengguo is saying?

Cheng Guogong helped them build the museum with such a large sum of money, what could be the picture! The copy of "Repairing the Library of Nanjing No.1 Scholar" in the box is no longer available, so I have to hurry up and send the letter back and ask the son to rewrite it!

Several stewards glanced at each other, and all bowed their heads to the power, but only replied: "The young ones must write down the letter in detail for the care of the grandpa, and let my son and Li Xueshi know about the love of the grandpa. ."

Grandpa Guo was really kind to his cheap grandson. Not only did he help Cui Xie build a library, he heard that they would buy land and open a study in the library, and he also asked his family to do their best to help arrange.

The library was basically built, even the bookshelves were installed, and Ju'anzhai was settled in a few days. The craftsmen took out the tightly sealed engraving plates and printed out several sets of "Guozijian Famous Master's Notes". Hanlin famous teacher lectures, "Chenghua Twenty-Three Years Conference Examination Collection", "Dian Examination Collection", "New Jinshi Experience", "Jin Yiwei Comics"... Then, he took the printed new book and went to Tianfu to complain.

Thieves outside Gaocheng robbed the book edition they had brought from the main store in the capital from Ju'anzhai thousands of miles away.

This is the best way to prevent others from piracy.

When the shopkeeper was young, he often ran into Masha to enter the edition. He had sold pirated books to Cui House for more than ten years. What ordinary people print on the book "so-and-so special edition" or "thousands of miles must be investigated" is actually useless. It is true that the printing of the book is reported to the court, and few Qingtian masters are willing to give the booksellers the master.

Since ancient times, books have been printed on paper and plate, and anyone who wants to print can print it. It is not a crime to reprint other people's books. It is only useful if the crime is defined as robbery and robbery.

In Gyeonggi, they have Cui Fu, a book-writing Guoxue, and Hanlin masters, and few dare to pirate them. When they go to the south, they have to be cautious, lest they accidentally ask a local store to grab the book and run it. Their study can't go on. Losing money is a trivial matter. If the business is not open, the articles written by the officials are pirated and sold. How can they have the face to go back to see the son?

Ji Du held up his courage and brought a few craftsmen to Yingtian Mansion with a book. Hearing about the incident, Chengguo's manager immediately asked someone to take a post to Yingtianfu to speak, to help the family of the newly recognized cheap grandson's grandson and Yingtianfu to accept the robber's robbery case.

From then on, every second person who printed these books in and around Nanjing had to be labeled as criminals who were robbers and robbers. The guilt is as heavy as Tianyuan, after all, ordinary booksellers are reluctant to bear this suspicion in order to earn some silver.

Here in Nanjing City, there is Cheng Guogong to manage, and the library and study are built smoothly. Although it took a lot of time on the road to Nanjing and the delivery of the letter later, the opening day of the No. 1 Scholar's Hall coincided with that of Jingli, and it did not last a few days.

It's just that there is not a bunch of true champions in Nanjing to host the opening ceremony, so it's not as lively as Beijing.

When the Beijing Zhuangyuan Hall opened, because the Hanlin Academy was busy repairing records, drafting new imperial edicts, and writings, there was really no time during the day and it was held at night. The new museum was built in the northwest of Nanguan, and it occupies a large mansion of a few acres of land. There are couplets to encourage learning everywhere in the courtyard. Poems on learning encouragement written by the seniors of the Imperial Academy are filled with the fragrance of books as soon as they enter.

As it was near night, lights were shining everywhere in the courtyard, and dozens of people who watched the lights walked around at any time to prevent the painting lights from being twisted by the wind and igniting the candles.

Continuous candlelight penetrated from the inside to the outside of the park. On the plaster wall of the main courtyard downstairs, there was a portrait of the Most Holy Master Confucius, and disciples such as Yan Hui, Zilu, Zizhang, and Zixia stood on the left and right. The portraits are all traditional painting methods, not much like real people, but under the lighting of the night lights and against a red and green robe, these paintings show a bit of majesty, and the students who come in dare not dare. Don't bow your head.

Xie Qian, Wang Hua, Liang Chu... By the time Cui Xie, who was new to Hanlin last year, a row of champions was stuck outside the red and colorful library, holding long ribbons in both hands. A few young scholars in white clothes were standing by, holding golden scissors on a tray, and presenting their hands to the champions, asking them to cut the ribbon at the same time.

The scissors were sharpened extremely well, and everyone lifted them at the same time. As soon as they were cut, the colored silk fell one after another. Only one of the huge silk flowers was held by the serving young scholar and put it back on the tray.

After cutting the ribbon, the number of champions uncovered the red silk on the wooden plaque placed in front of the court, revealing the three gilt characters of "Zhuangyuan Hall".

The crackling sound of firecrackers blasted into the sky, but with a dull ending sound, not crisp enough, because the firecrackers were all burned in tin barrels, so I dare not let sparks in front of this building full of books and papers. Explode. Immediately, the silk and bamboo music sounded, and the scholars and scholars waiting for the opening of the building outside the building cheered, covering a little bit of regret from the sound of firecrackers.

The congratulations fell slightly, and several champions moved to a piece of loosened land next to the pavilion in front of the book building.

There is a half-person tall cyan stone stele, which is also covered with red silk cloth, and silk flowers are draped on top, waiting for the champions to pick it off by themselves, revealing their true face. Cui Xie walked to the front of several senior scholars, took out the specially bound red silk scroll, and read the article "Repairing Beijing Scholars Collection" with affection like a host.

There is also a Nanjing version, which is roughly the same as the Beijing version. It is different from the thankful people. The Hanlin and champion scholars here have been changed to Zhu Guogong, who built the building for them.

He is young and has better talents. He is still shining in the blue shirt of the rank six or seven officials. When holding a scroll, he is like an angel holding a royal edict, so people dare not look at him.

The two national uncles who were mixed up with the champions based on their relationship looked at him and sighed for a moment: "If we can also be admitted to the champions, it would be nice to have so many people stare at them and read articles in public..."

Wearing a blue robes, Xie Ying, who was watching him among the scholars, smiled unknowingly. Hearing the plain, clear and moving article like Qingxi, he whispered praise to him: "Cui Zhuangyuan's appearance , Literary talents are good, and they are not inferior to those of Hanlin's bachelor, I believe that the future will be boundless."

Naturally, Jin Yiwei would not participate in such an activity that didn't even sing a piece of music. He was surrounded by ordinary scholars, who would not unconditionally agree with him like Jin Yiwei.

But I don’t know if he speaks too convincingly, or because Cui Xie is really super-stretched, and a scholar beside him nodded silently, “No. Cui Zhuangyuan is not only shocking in his articles, but also versatile. Otherwise, he will add to his comics. Where is Cui Hanlin who can translate Japanese?"

Another scholar said with some confusion: "I don't know who painted this comic, and I like this Cui champion too much! Why is Xie Zhenfu always discussing with him about capturing the thief as soon as he comes out of the comic. I don’t often ask "Yao Qianhu, what do you think?"

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The voice of the comic strip gradually became louder, and even the authors who were unveiling the stele heard so much. The heartbeat of the champion and author increased slightly, his face became more serious and his movements were stiff and slow, but the solemnity of the unveiling ceremony was even more evident.

Xie Zhenfu's gaze was fixed on the piece of green shirt and red silk, slightly lowered his head, hiding his face under the shadow of the lamp, and lowered his voice to join the group of scholars: "Perhaps because Xie Zhenfu and Cui Hanlin were originally friends. Are you willing to discuss things with him?"

The author has something to say: Actually Liang Chu is not the champion, I made a mistake, he is a biography. But since I have written this chapter, I won’t change it. He was on the 14th year of Chenghua ranking, and the top pick was Zeng Yan.