Yang Lin used to read and practice calligraphy every day, and he was like a day for more than ten years, and he never wasted. In order not to look too strange, Yang Lin will also go through the procedure now, but it is just a casual look, not very careful.

He has already memorized the nine classics and three passes, and even if he doesn't recite them every day, he will not delay the next provincial test.

The Great Song Dynasty is now a scholar, and he still has to test poetry, and carefully recalled the poems that Yang Lin had done before, all of which were middle and lower works. The former owner of this body, although he was erudite and memorized, worked hard, but he had nothing to do with the word genius, and he did not have the talent and charm of the poems that are everywhere in the Great Song Dynasty today.

If he is allowed to take the provincial test in a decent manner, even if he can win, he can only hang a terminal, although he has now taken a ride on Cai Jing and Tong Guan in advance, but the background of a jinshi can still save a lot of trouble.

The weather gradually turned cooler, the west wind in late autumn rubbed the sycamore in the courtyard, Yang Lin stretched his waist, put down the "Legend of the Ram" that he had read for a long time, and turned his head to see Jin'er holding his cheek with one hand, sleeping soundly. The little girl is only fourteen years old this year, and it is when she is most tired of these that Yang Lin can't help but recall the boundless sleepiness in the classroom when she was fourteen years old.

No wonder these saints can become saints, any word they say has a hypnotic effect, it is really boundless, I say how to read it more and more sleepy.

Yang Lin laughed at himself a few words, and gently pushed open the wooden door of the study, and a cold wind blew in. Jin'er was excited, and called out with sleepy eyes: "Young master, are you done?" ”

Yang Lin directly ignored this little confusion, and expanded his chest against the west wind in the courtyard, the sky of the Great Song Dynasty was clear and blue, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers and plants in the air, which made people feel refreshed.

Jin'er staggered over with her hands behind her back, and her voice was sweet and glutinous when she just woke up: "Young master, on such a good day, don't you go out for a walk?" ”

Xiao Nizi has been going out with Yang Lin recently, and she is almost addicted, after all, it is the nature of a teenage girl, and she doesn't like to be bored in the big mansion of the Yang family.

Yang Lin shook his head and said: "Today, I invited a few masters to teach Yang Tianai some of their fist and foot skills, none of these muddy balls are motivated, and it seems that they have to teach them according to their aptitude." ”

Jin'er sighed a little disappointed, and at this time there was a sound of footsteps outside, followed by Yang San's iconic male duck voice: "Da Lang, there are a few tribute students outside, and I want to invite Da Lang to the party." ”

The tribute of the Great Song Dynasty is also known as the lifting of people, and unlike the lifting of people in later generations, this tribute is a temporary qualification.

If you pass the government examination in the local state capital, you will become a tribute student and have the qualification to enter Beijing to take the examination. If you don't have a jinshi this time, then I'm sorry, you are not eligible to take the big exam after three years, unless you take the government exam again to obtain the qualification of tribute.

The government examination is also known as the solution examination, and Yang Lin, who ranks first, will be called Xie Yuan, and these tributes can be said to be all his contemporaneous periods, and they will enter Beijing to participate in the provincial examination together in the future.

This kind of party is not easy to refuse, Yang Lin looked back, Jin'er was full of pride, smiled like a crescent moon, and couldn't help but say angrily: "This time I have fulfilled your wish, change into decent clothes, let's go and meet the talents of Yangzhou City for a while." ”

"Isn't the talent of Yangzhou the young master?"

"Haha, the little mouth is smeared with honey, and the words are so sweet."

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Yang Lin is a family of merchants, even if the family is rich, the people he interacts with in the academy are also the children of ordinary people.

Although merchants were not forbidden to participate in the imperial examinations in this era, after all, it was the end of the Northern Song Dynasty when etiquette was gradually rising, and the children of the gentry, officials, and eunuchs had some arrogance in their hearts.

Coming to the lobby, a group of scholars pointed at the calligraphy and paintings in the hall of Yang Lin's house, with envy, or high or obsession...

Yang Lin coughed lightly, and everyone gathered around, a few of them were very affectionate, and some of them didn't speak in the back.

"Da Lang, I heard that you were sick a few days ago, but did you get better?"

"Da Lang, they said that you are a guest of the mansion, but is there such a thing?"

"Be quiet!" A scholar who looked very young raised his hand and pressed it down, and said loudly: "Da Lang, I waited until I heard that your body was recovering, and I pooled the money to celebrate you with wine in Qingyin Pavilion." ”

This is Yang Lin's close friend, the name is known to everyone in later generations, no one knows, and the surname Qin is known to the word juniper. At this time, this traitor didn't look treacherous at all, he looked stable, and he was born as the son of the county commander, but his father was relatively honest and his family was very poor.

Yang Lin laughed dryly, even though he was a well-known upright gentleman, this body was also a frequent visitor to the Qinglou in the past. The Great Song Dynasty engaged in a market economy that brought about the prosperity and openness of the society, and the warehouse was solid and rude, and the pockets were bulging, which was really a beautiful era of etiquette and happiness. At this time, the Qinglou was already a place where everyone in the elite class of society flocked to, from the monarch to the merchants, the literati, the scholars, the officials, and the nobles, all of whom were complacent prostitutes.

Visiting Qinglou in the Great Song Dynasty is not a sign of depravity, and it is even very elegant, of course, it must be graded.

The fireworks customers of the Great Song Dynasty are roughly divided into three types, the first is the working people at the bottom, purely to solve their personal physiological needs, and the place they go to is called "kiln". It's not on the table, it's the low-end sensuality at the bottom, it's the real erotic trade, not the beautiful erotic trade. It is a place where the common people, especially the poor who have no wife, often come to solve their physiological needs, and it is a real paradise for women who have lost their feet.

Some poor gangsters placed a few naked female beggars in the roadside huts, dug a few small holes in the walls, and let the female beggars do a reality show inside, for the roadside prostitutes to watch first, and they couldn't hold back and went in to pay the money, and then picked someone to do things, according to the records, the per capita consumption only cost seven cents! If you want to ask how cheap it is, you must know that the people of the Great Song Dynasty need three articles to eat a bun.

The general official and business tycoons are mainly heavy color (appearance), these people also go for fishing color, and there are often those outdated Oiran who are ransomed by them as concubines. If you meet someone with a good temperament, it is a way out.

And the literati and celebrities look at both their appearance and talent, and they are more likely to recite poems against them, and they are elegant and poor. is often a lot of money, just to fight the beauty of a smile, even the little hands can't touch, and it's happy, but I don't know that behind these talented and peerless stunners there is a man who wants to vomit every day, but it is a bit of a sand sculpture tyrant in later generations to reward the female anchor.

Yang Lin and the Qingyin Pavilion they are going to naturally belong to the third type, and several of the leaders in the pavilion are worth a lot of money, and they are the top Oiran in Yangzhou.

Even Jin'er behind him did not exclude his young master from entering the Qinglou, you must know that this is not only a normal social activity, but also a very elegant behavior.

Qingyin Pavilion is not a restaurant, but a group of elegant garden courtyards, pink walls and mandarin tiles, Zhuhu animal rings, cornices reflect the green and lush high acacia, embroidered households to Aomori Mori's thin bamboo.

The beauty of the environment can not be compared with the general gentry, and it is the top Fengyue field in Yangzhou.

Yang Lin is more familiar with everything here, Rao is so, following Qin Hui to visit the Qinglou, it still makes him a little trance.

In my life, have I become attached to a traitor?