Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

When Cui Xie left, many acquaintances and Wen Xun also came to see him off. Everyone said goodbye for a long time before letting him out of the city gate, and each returned to the city.

Cui Yuan drove his own car in front of him, and the coachman Zhao, who had been found outside, drove Cui Xie and Pangyan in the rented cart, driving one after another. When I arrived near Wuli Pavilion outside the city, a small green car appeared suddenly blocking the way. From the inside, he lifted the curtain and jumped down an elegant middle-aged man. He never showed up after asking him which treatment. Master Liu.

He hurriedly helped him get out of the car with the inkstone, bowed to Master Liu, and thanked him and Fu Zhizhou for their care.

Master Liu stroked his long beard and smiled and said: "I am here today, not only to send the son back to the hometown, but also a gift prepared by Zhizhou to take the young son."

Several servants removed two large wooden boxes from his car, silently opened the lid of the box, and then stepped back, revealing two boxes full of books.

Master Liu pointed to the box and proudly said: "My family knows the heart of the deep body boy to study, and I was ordered to send this set of "The Five Classics and Four Books". All of these books can only be found in the county school. Ordinary scholars can’t borrow if they want to borrow. The son took it and compared it with the four books and the five classics. It is easy to figure out, read more and think, but fortunately, don’t lose the good intentions of Master Zhizhou."

Cui Xie's expression also stood up solemnly, Changyi thanked him.

Master Liu received a gift from him and waved back. The servants set up a small box from the car. After opening it was still full of books.

Cui Xie couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, a little wondering that his brain that had survived twelve years of exam-oriented education and four years of university work was not enough in this ancient time.

By the way, he still has the third-year mobile hard drive in his mind. That disk is 2T. Although there are many films and online novels, there seems to be more than 1T in the remaining space. It should and should be able to Save these books, right?

Master Liu looked at his face to blankness in shock, thinking he was moved by his own heart, smiled with satisfaction, and said: "These were collected from my fellow villagers a few days ago. Beizhili ruled Xiazhou and counties. The first cases of the Nianxian, Fu, and Taoist examinations have been carefully selected, and the chapters are beautiful. You take it for two years, and you dare not say anything else. A child will be stable."

…It is a boy student who has a box of books on his back. Is Master Liu encouraging him or trying to discourage him?

Master Liu ordered someone to move the book into the cart he was riding in, and slapped his hand to persuade him, "I know that you are a son of an official and eunuch. There are ways to choose an official if you don't take the path of the imperial court. You can donate to the official or grace. After all, the official position that comes out is not the right way, not only depends on the official position of the father, and the future is limited, and the seventh-grade will end. It is still to earn a two-rank background...At least like our Zhizhou, a decent person from a decent background can have confidence. ."

He said these few words very lightly, but they sounded like a heavy hammer in Cui Xie's ears, which suddenly dispelled the fear he had just born because of too many books.

At this time, it was the Ming Dynasty. It was a Ming Dynasty with four distinct barriers among scholars, farmers, industry and commerce. The officials were too strong to resist.

If he fails to pass the Juren and Jinshi examinations, he will have to lie down under his original father and even the half-brother who can go to the Imperial College for the whole life, because he will be able to elect officials when he comes out of the Imperial College. If the second brother of the original body becomes an official, and he is just an ordinary citizen, then let alone revenge for the dead little Cui Xie, even his future life will be controlled by others.

Even if he can make money using the advanced technology in the chemistry book, it is useless. This era emphasizes "parents and selfless wealth". Mrs. Xu is his stepmother and has the status of mother and child. No matter how much he can make money, he is also a cash cow raised by others. If he fails to provide for their greed, he will be cut off. Or sell.

Only when he is independent, no one dares to dispose of him at will, so he can plan for the future.

He took a deep breath, cleared his mind, raised his eyes and looked at Master Liu, and sincerely thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Liu, for the point. I will definitely be a good student in the next, and I will live up to what my husband taught today."

Master Liu smiled and nodded and watched him leave. He did not look back until the carriage was far away. He touched his beard and whispered to himself: "Young Master Cui is getting rid of it? How come it seems that after I persuaded him a few words, his whole body temperament suddenly changed. It's sinking, not as impetuous as before. When it comes to reading, it looks like someone is going to kill him?"

The servants didn't know what the master was muttering, and led the horse to ask him if he wanted to return to the city.

He looked at the horse head that came up, and suddenly smiled voluntarily: "I am the son of a five-rank official, and Qiancheng has his own official Laozi to worry about. What is the use of my thoughts here. The next year is the official plan. I'll go back and think about how to sort out the cash register and help the adults get a good evaluation!"

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The three boxes of books that Master Liu had moved were settled, and both carriages were crushed until the axles creaked and walked extremely slowly. The four of them didn't dare to drive in the dark, so they had to go early and late, and slowly turned from Shuntian Mansion to Yongping Mansion. It was not until the third morning that they arrived outside the old house in the north of Qian'an City.

In the early years, this mansion was given to Wang Xiucai who was studying with him in the county by Cui Langzhong to open the Mongolian Museum. But last year Qian'an County and surrounding villages were flooded with floods. Wang Xianggong’s house and land were flooded. Both parents died in the flood, so they retreated the yard and went back to the village to keep their filial piety.

This yard was also inundated during the flood, and then it was vacant for another year and was unoccupied. It appeared to be a bit broken: There are many tiles missing on the door of Ruyimen, and there is a missing piece of carved brick under the eaves. There is one piece less, and the wall is covered with moss. The original red lacquered door was also peeled off everywhere, and a well-used brass lock was hung on the door, which was replaced by the scholar after checking out.

Cui Yuan got out of the car, took out the key to open the door, and asked Coach Zhao from Tongzhou to help him unload the threshold.

The two large vehicles squeezed in, and they actually alarmed the neighbors early, and many people behind the door of the surrounding houses quietly looked at them. However, most of the people at home at this time were women. Seeing that Cui Yuan and Zhao Chafu who were driving the car were both mature men, it was difficult to come forward and talk to them.

Two large cars came in one after the other, rushed into the second yard, and stopped next to the steps of the main house.

Cui Yuan jumped out of the car first, opened the main house door, and called to hold the inkstone to take the water in and sprinkle it to clean up the little master. Coach Zhao looked for a piece of wood in the yard to jam the wheel, and moved his luggage down from the cart.

Cui Xie's buttocks had been injured. When he moved too much, he was afraid of tearing off the scab, so he helped the car door to move slowly, and first looked around the yard.

When Mrs. Cui lived in this house, he paid the cost and turned it over once. The bricks and woods are all good materials, and the clay is mixed with glutinous rice juice. Although it has been beaten by wind and rain for many years, the walls are quite good. complete.

The gate of the yard opened at the southeast corner of the sill, and the entrance was facing the high shadow wall. Behind the gate was a house that slipped down, and there was a horse shed with a stone and brick base on the west side of the outer yard. The Chuhua Gate on the screen wall is opposite the gate, and the main courtyard is after the Chuhua Gate. The entire yard is slender, and a bluestone corridor is paved on the ground, leading to the main building and two wing steps respectively. The flowerbeds on both sides of the yard are full of weeds and dead branches. There is a gossip well in the northwest corner. There is not much water in the dark and quiet ground, and green moss crawling along the well.

The entire courtyard is a courtyard structure, but it is slightly different from a Beijing courtyard. The main building is a hallway, through the door you can see the two-story back cover room. The ear chambers on both sides protrude forward long, enclosing the inner half of the courtyard into a concave shape. The courtyard is surrounded by hand-painted verandas, with pig-blood paint on it, and the paint underneath is soaked, revealing the original old wood inside.

Cui Xie's heart thumped, with an unexpected sense of happiness.

This yard may not be five or six hundred square meters, and there are more than 20 houses with gardens. In his previous life, he couldn't even buy a room here, but now such a big yard is for him to live in, and Cui Yuan and his son still look like he is suffering.

He is willing to suffer such suffering every day!

The three of them live in such a big yard, and they can decide everything on their own. Isn't that better than staying in a house in the capital and having nothing to do with the board?

Cui Xie sighed at the yard for a while, and walked to the car to help the coachman and Cui Yuan get down the box. The three workers stopped him and said, "The son is a scholar, don't carry these heavy things, carefully hurt your hand."

Cui Xie's sleeves were all rolled up. Seeing that people don't use him, he had to turn his respect by himself: "Then I will find two wooden boards, and you will push the box down. It saves effort than lifting. There is not much valuable in the horizontal and vertical cages. It doesn't matter if you fall."

There were piles of wooden boards and bamboo poles in the corner of the yard that had been removed from nowhere. He went over to hold a few pieces, rushed over to grab the inkstone, and let him go to the house and rest. The father and son took a skateboard behind the car, picked out a few boxes containing porcelain and ornaments, and tied them across a bamboo pole. They asked the coachman Zhao to enter the house, and the rest was pushed directly off the board. Save a lot of manpower.

There is no place for Cui Xie to intervene, but he is a good young man born under the red flag and growing up in a new society. He is really not used to sitting and watching other people work. He just wanders around, handing water and tying ropes. He can help a little bit. a little.

Coach Zhao took a few sips of the water bag, and said enviously: "Your little officials are really considerate of people. I have traveled so many cars in Beizhili, and those who hire cars can't wait to use people as cattle and horses. If you use it, heavy boxes have to be lifted with your hands, for fear that the patent leather will be scratched off, and I have never seen the owner hand water to the servants."

Cui Yuan felt distressed: "My young master has read the books of sages and sages to his heart, benevolence and justice..."

Cui Xie looked at the inkstone, who was immersed in work, and silently thought: Your own son deserves to be distressed, and the 13- or 14-year-old will work for others... a feudal society without human rights.