It seems that he woke up, and it seems that he has slept for a thousand years, and Ximen Fugui opened his eyes. Why is it still in the air, hasn't it fallen downstairs yet?

Well, that's not right!

The environment is not right! The surroundings are no longer reinforced concrete jungles, and it seems to be a thatched hut. From the earthen wall, from the mud, from the sparse thatched roof, a few mischievous stars twinkled in the cracks, all seemed to remind Fugui that this was a thatched hut. Fugui doesn't feel strange, after all, he lived in a thatched hut with his grandmother when he was a child. Can my soul go back to when I was young? If that's the case, it's not bad, at least grandma hurts.

But it's not right, because people are not right. I didn't see my grandmother's back slumped early due to overwork, but I saw a teenage child lying motionless on the bed, and an old man with a transparent office floating above the child.

"What the hell!" Fugui shouted.

The old man (?) He glanced up at Fugui and said lightly, "Aren't you?" ”

Uh, me too? Look at yourself. Not really! The same floating in the air, the same translucent body.

Oh, then rest assured!

Since everyone is in the same way, uh no, the ghost in the same way, then there is no need to hurt each other! Even if you don't have a body, how can you hurt it again? Turned into a dead ghost? Besides, the other party is old and frail, and he still uses literary language to speak, so I'm afraid that he will do something!

Fugui learned the etiquette in the costume TV series, with his left hand in front and his right hand behind, his thumb cocked, his waist bent 45 degrees, and he bowed and said: "Dare to ask my husband, what is the night?" ”

The old man returned the salute: "Now is under the rule of Emperor Song, the first year of Ming Dao." ”

Fugui hurriedly started his little knowledge of literature and history: the Song Dynasty, and the era name Mingdao was only in the Song Renzong period, that is, in 1032 AD. Of course, this era name took a very short time, only two years – one year and two months to be exact. When Empress Liu dies next year, Song Renzong will be in power and will abolish this era name.

"Then dare to ask my husband again, what is the situation?" Wealth refers to oneself and to each other.

It is estimated that the old gentleman has never seen the same kind, so he started the long-form mode.

It turned out that the old man's name was Fang Tangjing, the people of the village, if he lived to this year, he was sixty and five, and he was born during the Song Zhenzong period, although he took many exams, but he fell short, and finally he didn't even get a show of fame, so he refused to study and enter the office, and only taught a few naughty children in the village every day.

Although there is a fierce wife in the family, most of the ten miles and eight villages must be honored as Mr. It's also quite rural. It wasn't until one day six years ago that a few out-of-town showers came here to play. When I saw him, an old boy, I became contemptuous. The words are insulting and provocative. Old Mr. Fang was furious, and he actually whimpered.

I don't know if Fang Laoxian's life should be extinguished, or if his life should not be extinguished, a child named Zhongyong in the same village drowned on the same day. When his soul was scattered, Mr. Fang was possessed in a daze, and he lived in a daze for a few years. Because he knows the situation in Zhongyong's family very well, he has never revealed his stuff.

Unfortunately, today I committed the disease of leaving the soul again, and I thought that my fate would be endured here. Unexpectedly, there was a sister Lin from the sky, ah no, Ximen is rich.

"It seems that there is a successor, the old man is very relieved, very relieved!" Mr. Fang finished the long story and sighed.

"You're a ghost! You're going to die! Oh, no. You've already died once, so you should be gone! "Fugui complained.

"The old man is better off than dead! Have you ever tried watching your loved ones die? When I died, my old wife died of grief, and I thought in vain that she had a lot of resentment against me. The dog went into the mountains to hunt for a living, but was shot alive by a wealthy family. I am in pain, I want to slash the enemy, and I have no power to restrain the chicken; I want to test for fame, but my talent is mediocre, and there is no hope of going to school. And he is old and faint, and his energy is low.

I see that your bones are strange, your talent is extraordinary, and it will be easy to enter and exit in the future. I would like to help you possess you, and do what I can, knowing everything and saying everything. I just ask you to come to Japan to take a roll call outside the Donghua Gate and avenge me. Mr. Fang burst into tears.

Fugui empathizes and is very sympathetic.

But I always felt that I was missing something, and when I thought about it, I was suddenly surprised.

Nani? Fang Zhongyong?

Vaco! Fang Zhongyong! Vaco !!

That's right! According to Wang Anshi's "Wounded Zhongyong": "The people of Jinxi are Zhongyong, and the world is cultivated. Zhong Yongsheng has been alive for five years, and he has never tasted the book utensils, so he suddenly begged for it. The father is different, and he is close to him, that is, the four lines of the book and poem, and his own name. His poems are intended to adoptive parents and adopt clans, and pass on the talent of a township. ”

So what was Fang Zhongyong's first poem about? The poem says: Parents are as kind as mountains, and filial piety comes first. Neighbors are in harmony, like the reunion of the moon. This is a limerick poem! Because it comes from the mouth of a five-year-old child, it is also called "a person whose literature and science are observable".

looks at the level and matches this old boy who has not been admitted to college for decades.

And this old boy (angry youth)'s revenge goal is not easy to achieve! Revenge for his wife? His wife died of grief herself, and there was probably no revenge to avenge her. I'm afraid it's not just about avenging the son. What he hopes for most should be "roll call outside Donghua Gate", which is a hellish difficulty!

Ladies and gentlemen, what is "Donghua Gate Roll Call"? There was a Song (Northern Song) dynasty, in the early days, all those who won the meritorious name of Jinshi were named by the emperor one by one in the Donghua Gate Tower to show their affection. But how many jinshi were there at that time? There are more than ten or twenty people in one subject, and thirty people are too many.

Later, the emperor felt that the country needed more talents to govern (to win over scholars), and there were three or four hundred people in one subject (including the third class, that is, those who were born with Jinshi). It is unrealistic for the emperor to shout his names one by one - what to do if the emperor is tired, so he only calls the name Sandingjia, that is, the so-called champion, Bangyan, and Tanhua.

Maybe some officials will say, is it difficult to get a top three? You see that people are the Hou Ye, the prince or something at every turn, why can't they come to you?

The famous Ouyang Xiu, in the palace examination of the eighth year of Tiansheng (1030) just past, was only ranked fourteenth, and the title he received was "Jinshi Origin", which was one grade lower than the top three "Jinshi and No". The results of this exam have to be recorded in the file, and they can't be changed if they want to change it for a lifetime.

You must know that Ouyang Xiu won the first place in the Guangwenguan Examination and the Guoxue Solution Examination of Guozixue, and became the supervisor and the Jieyuan, and won the first place in the provincial examination of the Ministry of Rites in the second year, becoming the provincial yuan, which can be regarded as the god of "Lianzhong Sanyuan". Who would have thought that the palace test would be a failure?

It is said that Yan Shu's explanation for this is that "Uncle Yong's edge is too exposed, and the examiners want to frustrate his spirit and promote his success." Ouyang Xiu was 23 years old at the time, while Wang Gongchen was only 18 years old. Could it be that you are not handsome enough? Could it be that there is no one to carry it? The water is too deep, it's scary to think about!

Fugui felt that even if he was a good man, he would not dare to say that he would surpass Ouyang Xiu in terms of literary talent-it is estimated that few people would dare to say it.

In terms of appearance, looking at Fang Zhongyong, who is lying quietly on the bed, he is also a Zhengtai, or he may be able to compete for short and long, but who knows if it will be crooked?

In terms of interpersonal relationships, he is not a Bianliang person (Wang Gongchen is a native of Xianping, Kaifeng Prefecture, and he has a proper care point), and several celebrities he admires: Ouyang Xiu, needless to mention, is about to be unlucky, and he will continue to be unlucky; Bao Zheng, filial piety for his parents at home; Yan Shu, you can think about it, but I'm afraid I won't be able to talk.

In addition, there is the biggest obstacle - Wang Anshi, a well-known skin disease patient (with a history of suspected psoriasis).

I don't know what kind of mentality the patient surnamed Wang, who was one year younger than Fang Zhongyong, remembered his "playmate" (?) when he was a child after he became a Jinshi (1042). So he "set up a biography" for it. At first, he praised a few words in a bland manner. Then the Spring and Autumn penmanship came up - the father was also profitable. A proper ignorant little farmer who delays his child's future because of small profits! When I wrote about the first meeting with Fang Zhongyong, it became "I can't call it the news of the past".

You're a little kid, he's a little kid - twelve years old VS thirteen years old, how do you know "can't be called"?

Thinking about it a little bit, the two contestants are more talented, and the contestant surnamed Wang regrets defeat and holds a grudge. When he was on the list of Jinshijia, thinking that his competitors were still eating soil in his hometown, he couldn't help but be high-spirited, and wrote "Hurt Zhongyong" in his hand. The whole article is full of a second-generation satire and trampling on the grassroots. Of course, there are also fake regrets.

It's a pity, but it's not an egg. Who made someone become prime minister? Who told people to have a lofty historical position and grasp the right to speak? As a result, Fang Zhongyong became famous through the ages. It's a pity that it's not a good name, but a big negative teaching material of "talent alone is not enough"!

So much so that whenever a teacher or parent wants to educate a child who is smart and difficult to learn, he will say: "In ancient times, there was a child named Fang Zhongyong......

This pot is too big, I'm afraid our little arms and legs can't carry it?

Thinking of this, Fugui had no choice but to tell the truth: "Don't hide it, I'm from a thousand years later." The level of education is probably the appearance of a showman, and it is a relatively low level. Take care of your descendants, and you can probably do it without worrying about food and clothing. It's not too difficult to help your son take revenge and find an opportunity. But you don't have much hope if you want me to roll call me outside the Donghua Gate and press those soldiers who humiliated you to the ground and rub them on the ground for you. I don't dare promise you anything. ”

Fang Tangjing sighed lightly: "The old man also knows that some strong people are difficult. Strike, strike, strike! You are also a loyal man. If you pretend to respond first, you will regret it after I disappear, and no one will help you? ”

Fugui Zhengse said: "People say, believe also." Today, I, Ximen Fugui, solemnly swear here that I should do my best to fulfill my father-in-law's wishes. If there is a violation, God hates it! ”

Old Fang Tangjing was relieved: "Good, good!" The hour is not early, and I should teach you as much as you need before the rooster crows. If you have any questions, come quickly. ”

The rich also know that time is pressing, so they no longer be children. Busy with the village personnel, examination instructions, article practices, etc., carefully ask questions, and memorize carefully. He inquired in detail about the enemy who shot his son, and he remembered it in his heart, and did not dare to forget it.

Hearing a rooster croaking, Fang Tangjing said: "The sky will break, I will send you one last ride." "After that, he pushed Fugui heavily on Fang Zhongyong.

Fugui hurriedly turned around, only to see that the old gentleman Fang was like a puff of green smoke after blowing out the candle, slightly distorted, and disappeared in an instant. Even if you widen your eyes, you will never find a trace anymore.

In a trance, Fugui remembered the "ordinary version" that San'er said.

Where is this the ordinary version, this is the pit man version!