Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Cui Xie felt that he had countless things to do, but after getting up in the morning, he still forced himself to the table and copied the "Four Books and Chapters" for a long time with his accustomed body.

Before writing the imperial decree, Pengyan only said that his handwriting was better than the original, and he didn't feel strange, so he no longer imitated the original handwriting, but by copying the book, he practiced and memorized the handwriting. Remember the content.

The edition of the book on his hard disk was printed out of the original text, chapters, and anthologies, and it was not coherent enough to read. When copying the book by yourself, copy the original text and the notes: remember the notes silently in your heart when you write the original text, and remember the original content when you copy the notes. It can be better to remember the two phases.

Back to "The Analects of Confucius" and "Mencius", he also drew a tree map himself, with the title of each chapter as the main branch, filling in the original text and annotations chapter by chapter, and only a few words of Liao and Liao were written on the paper. Complete the article.

But this kind of picture is not easy for people to see. After he painted it, he immediately formed a ball, soaked it in a teacup, and poured it into the flower pond under the window with the tea dregs.

The clerk came over to cheer up with the master's house, saw the ball of paper when cleaning the courtyard for their house, and quickly read a few words of Emperor Wenchang, and asked Cui Yuan to bring a charcoal pot of burning paper. Cui Yuan didn't specially burn him a charcoal basin, and sent it along with the burning chopsticks. After entering the door, he babbled and said to him: "How can anyone pour the written paper into the earth? If you don’t want it, you have to respect it. If you don’t want it, burn it. How can it be done so badly..."

Cui Xie saw that the brazier's eyes were bright, and smiled at him and said, "Uncle Yuan, you are really thoughtful, I just didn't even think of asking for a brazier."

Cui Yuan sighed: "Master thinks that my old man is talking and nagging. This is because my friend asked me to bring it when he saw that you lost the rubbed paper. I never saw you lose the paper before, and I didn't think about it. From now on, you remember to cherish the calligraphy, and be careful when Emperor Wenchang sees it."

"I know, I just went smoothly for a while, and if there is any waste paper in the future, it will be burnt well." He admitted that he had a good attitude, and immediately took a few pieces of waste paper full of words and threw it into the brazier. The red charcoal fire licked the surface of the paper, and the edges of the paper were burnt and turned black. The remaining paper ash fell into the snow-white winter ash in the basin and quickly melted into one color.

Cui Yuan turned over the fire censer, revealing a few big chestnuts of oil palm from the white ash, and told him: "When you don't use this pot, you can leave it outside and let it burn for a while. The chestnuts will be more sweet after simmering for a long time."

He fully agreed.

Cui Yuan still had a lot of work to do outside, so he set the brazier to the place where it didn't get in the way and left. Cui Xie set aside the fire, buried the chestnuts back on the gray bottom, shoveled and smoothed the gray surface on one side, stroked twice with the fire chopsticks, and drew a hairy chestnut with a shell and thorns in the basin.

This is just a casual drawing. After a few strokes, he put down the copper chopsticks. He went back and drew tree pictures on the paper to recite the four books. When he was tired, he changed the rhyme of the four books. The finished paper **** were put on the hot coals and burned. Into ash.

The fire in the charcoal basin burned intermittently, and the chestnuts buried in the ashes soon cooked. A cut was made in the chestnut shell, and the roasted brown chestnut meat was exposed outside, blowing off the ashes to taste it, it was really sweet.

Soon after holding an inkstone to pour tea, Cui Xie asked him to eat chestnuts in the brazier.

Holding the inkstone not only ate it by himself, but also peeled a handful for him and put it on the table. He had eaten a lot before, so he didn’t rush to eat, so he threw it on the edge of the table and left it to dry. In the space between copying books, he occasionally painted two strokes of Liren on the edge of the paper, and only a few strokes were used to draw Liren The shape and texture, the bright surface is blank, and the shadows are slightly contrasted with light ink, and the chestnuts are painted lifelike.

When waiting for the inkstone to peel chestnuts to him again, I saw the small picture he drew on the edge of the paper. I couldn't help but touch it, and said in surprise, "How can you draw so well? When painting lotus, Mr. Lu still disliked your craftsmanship, unlike real flowers."

Because it turned out to be Xiao Cui Xie, not an adult who has traveled through him.

He bowed his head with a guilty conscience, blinked and said, "At that time, I had to paint according to the brushwork taught by Mr. Lu. It was coloring again. I was afraid of anything wrong when I graded and wrote the brush. I was awkward to paint. This is right. Just paint with chestnuts at will, without restraint, just paint it well."

Holding the inkstone looked at Lizi and sighed: "This is really talented. If you don't learn from Mr. Lu when you are at home, but find a famous artist like Mr. Ishida (Shen Zhou), you might have become a painter long ago. It’s better for you to know your talents."

Just hold the inkstone without doubt.

Cui Xie has been wearing it for a long time, and has been quite clear about the personnel around the original body. Pengyan is the body's close friend and knows him a lot. Cui Yuan was originally in the outer courtyard, but he is actually not familiar with his situation.

He looked at the child’s trusting and admiring eyes, sighed silently, stuffed Li Ren to him, and said with a smile: "I also think I have a talent. Painting by myself is better than painting by my husband. I will draw some portraits for you when I look back, maybe I can draw them quite similar."

Pengyan promised him happily, holding a few chestnuts and going out to help him ask for a snack.

At the next night, Lizheng on the street of the study sent a red seal deed to their home. Cui Xie kept it in the box and became the boss ever since.

Lizheng ate his tea and praised him without a word: "When I went to the county, I said that a small official of the Cui family had written a contract with someone. The Zaoli at the door didn’t want my benefit. You will be stamped without saying anything! The county says that you are a righteous citizen recognized by the emperor, and you will definitely not break the contract and break the law. Those hired workers are lucky enough to catch up with the owner who accumulates virtue."

Cui Xie's heart moved when he heard it, and asked him, "If I want to reassure my servant, what should I do?"

Lizheng said: "This is easy to handle. If you are the master, you can make a statement to the house of the county and tell them to settle down again. However, after Fangliang, you will have to go to the servitude. In October, it will be He Gong, craftsman. I still have to enter Beijing to take turns... No, your craftsmen are all common people. Is it possible that the young man wants to let go of the servant?"

Cui Xie wanted to let Cui Yuan and his son go well, but thinking about the military service in the Ming Dynasty from sixteen to sixty, he didn't answer immediately, shook his head and said, "I'm just asking."

Lizheng didn't worry too much about it. After drinking two cups of samcha filled with hazelnut sesame seeds, he actually ate a few pieces of crispy spots with meat filling and left.

It was not early when he left. Cui Xie estimated that Mr. Lin’s school should be scattered, and asked Mama Zhang to pack up a few good pens, inks, papers and inkstones from Tongzhou officials, a box of fried loose tea, and a small bamboo basket. The wild mi monkey peach that was given by the county lord, went to Mr. Lin's house as a gift.

Cui Yuan saw it outside the door and asked in amazement: "Why do you apprehend on this improper and improper day? Why not wait for August 15th, the school is closed, and then formally buy the six salutes of apprenticeship, together with the gift money?"

Cui Xie laughed and said, "I want to find a good life for my teacher, but today I have something to trouble Mr. Lin. Aren’t we in the bookstore to print new books? Mr. Lin’s contacts are all students, and scholarship is the first person we can find. Yes, I want to ask him to help out a book."

All the methods that the shopkeeper came up with depended on pirated copies, and it cost three or four dollars to buy someone else's version, and transportation on the road was another cost. If you buy a copy of a book that has already been made on the market, they will buy enough and copy enough of their engraving skills. Ask someone to write a new one, and the cost is no more expensive than buying a copy of Jianyang from a thousand miles away. Why bother to make pirated things, so that people will be investigated?

Cui Yuanxin said that Mr. Lin is not the first person, but if the attributive "finding" is added, he is not only the first person, but the only person.

Cui Xie went to change his new clothes, dressed neatly, and took the inkstone to the yard rented by Mr. Lin. At this time, it was too early to study, and only a few naughty little disciples were punished to copy books in school. Mr. Lin was sitting in the hall reading a book, and seeing him entering with a gift, he hurriedly got up to greet him, and asked, "Are you settled down now and ready to enroll?"

He handed it over the gift and said in a long tweet: "My house is breaking ground everywhere, and it's still messy to make people feel uncomfortable studying. I'm afraid I will have to wait until after the Mid-Autumn Festival for school. Today I came to my door to ask for something else. It's nothing to leave. Good things can be used as gifts, so I will bring some of the Four Treasures of the Study and the fresh fruits given by the county princes whom I met in the past, Mr. Wang will not give up."

His pens, inks, papers and inkstones are really good things. Although the monkey peach is a little smaller, he has the word "county respect" stained, and he has also raised his value.

Mr. Lin slapped his eyes around the gift, then withdrew his gaze in satisfaction, stroked his beard, and smiled: "Not to mention that I have regarded you as a disciple in my heart. I just rely on our neighbors to live with us. Seek words."

Cui Xie lowered his head slightly and said piously: "The disciple has always admired Mr.'s knowledge, so the first one in trouble, he wanted to ask him for help. So that Mr. knows, the disciple's family recently handed over a Zhirong study in the west of the city. I take care of it. But since the county’s floods last year, the study has never been opened properly, and now I don’t know what to print. The shopkeeper asked his disciple yesterday, and the disciple knew that he was only superficial, so he had to ask his husband for help or seek help. One writes a novel, or selects some short stories and compiles them into a collection..."

He made a deep thought and pleaded: "This is the first time the disciple has done something on his own. Mr. Wanwan asks for help. Don't teach my family to be disappointed in me."

Mr. Lin showed a cautious look, helped him up, frowned and said, "You are only a few years old this year, so how dare you take this book-making event?"

Cui Xie sighed: "That study was a dowry given by the first mother. It just so happened that the disciple came to this county again. Could it be possible to let the first mother leave it alone and let it decline? As for the compilation of books, disciples should not dare to be frivolous, just hope My husband pityed me with filial piety and presided over this matter for me."

Mr. Lin held the shelf and pondered for a while, and finally nodded: "I will only help you this time on the face of Xianlingtang. Those novels are things that shake people's minds. You are going to take the imperial examination. People who are in need, should focus on the scriptures and don’t be distracted by these chores."

Cui Xie nodded again and again: "These are actually made by craftsmen. I would follow my husband's instructions and study behind closed doors at home."

He entrusted this matter, and he naturally studied at home with peace of mind. He also guided the craftsmen to build two clean dry toilets in the Sanchong Yard. Although Ms. Zhang is going to return to Beijing, in case of future If any servant with a family moves in, one must be prepared for their wife.

Mother Zhang saw that he had settled the house in an orderly manner, and the people in the bookstore were obedient to him, so she packed up her little baggage, said goodbye to the three of his master and servants, and rushed along with the male servant who sent her. A small donkey cart rushed back to Beijing.

Mrs. Cui looked forward to the news of her grandson day by day and night, and when she got home, she grabbed her to ask questions. Mother Zhang said what she had heard these days, and exaggeratedly laughed: "Our young master is praised by everyone in his hometown. The neighbors all said that he is a loyal and righteous man and would like to associate with him. He got it again. The holy grace of the emperor, even the lord of the county loves him too much. The master is just short-tempered this time. Sooner or later, he will lose his breath, and he will think of the benefits of his son, and he must be taken back!"

The old lady sat by the bed and listened. At first she was smiling and she was fascinated. Then she heard the word "Master" and her smile faded. She sighed and said, "I will wait for him to change his mind and wait until I die. I can’t wait. I’m just waiting for my grandson to come in, dignifiedly coming in through the middle door, making him look at him and dare not stop him. I, his father, and we will enjoy the blessing of waiting for the eldest son and grandson for a few more days."