Chapter 114: Tears in the field and difficulties in the same industry

Wanping City is like a Xiongguan in the southwest of Beijing, with a length of more than 600 meters from east to west, a width of more than 300 meters from north to south, and a total area of more than 200,000 square meters.

There are Weng City, Luo City in the city, there is no door in the north and south, open the two city cave gates in the east and west, Shunzhi, Yongchang, the suburban markets, villages and towns are densely packed, the Lugou Bridge in the west spans the Yongding River, it bears the footprints of Marco Polo in the thirteenth century, the footprints of countless caravan readers.

On this day, the restaurants, teahouses, and wine shops close to the Confucian Temple are crowded with people.

Some people who failed to make the list beat their chests and feet, howled and cried, some lost their souls and borrowed wine to drown their sorrows, and those who were selected for the scientific examination had a sense of superiority, some wrote poems to ridicule others, and some were proud and complacent. Confucianism is so far, full of ugliness.

Liangxiang Zhusheng Wei Wuzhi is also among the passes, this person is well-known in his hometown, about his "ignorant" name, but few people ridicule it, it is said that he has a great background. In the chapter of "Analects, Zihan", Sage Confucius said, "Do I know anything? There is also ignorance, and there are wretched husbands who ask me, and it is empty, and I knock on both ends of it and exhaust it."

Therefore, according to the explanation of Confucius Sage, "ignorance" is on the contrary a modest and good thing. Even though some scholars in private did not respect the sages, insulted Confucius and Mencius, and even ridiculed Wei Wuzhi with the word "ignorance", he did not think it was wrong.

In the shops, in the spacious lobby, there are groups of confidants, and the topics of discussion are all about this scientific expedition. Guys, bartenders, tea tenders shuttle back and forth.

"Brother Wei, Dashun's first prodigy Jia Zili has also passed the test, it is reported that his roll is unclean and soaked in ink, I haven't seen his roll, I don't know why Xuezheng took him?"

Wei Wuzhi smiled warmly: "Jia Zili's essays and trial poems, I have read them below, although they are not very good, but they are also blameless, and they are set in the top ten, which is very fair." The uncleanness of the scroll was an unintentional move, and it is said that it was disturbed by Sima Bandit, who was sitting in the same seat...... But his poem has already spread......"

"I see, what a wonderful pen, please Brother Wei make it clear, I will listen to you."

Wei Wuzhi shook the bamboo fan of Xiangfei lightly: "Jia Zili Shiyun: The treasure is in the mountains, but the mistaken is at the water's edge." The mountain is covered with a crystal hall, the peak of the mountain is long, and the top of the bead knot tree. This time, the man who fell to death in the cliff supported the boat, told the sky, and left some till so that he could watch it with his friends! ”

"This poem is really wonderful, 'mistaken but at the water's, pointing out that it is not him who knocked over the ink, it is an unintentional move, if the eight strands and the trial poem pass, the unclean surface of the paper can be forgiven, but no one accuses Liu Xuetai."

"Lord Xuetai is still worried, the volume is unclean, and it can be judged to be inferior, but Jia Zili Pavilion is okay, Lord Xuetai saw this and returned a poem, this matter will inevitably spread, and it is another literati story." Wei Wu knew.

"Oh? What is it? Let's also listen to it, not only can we feast our ears, but also let the unsuccessful colleagues have a reference. ”

Wei Wuzhi chuckled and said, "Liu Xuetai Shiyun: The treasure will cross the mountain, and suddenly it is in the water. The woodcutter talks about the fisherman, although the poems are poor, the words are good, how can he be placed under others. It is common to climb high and be afraid of danger, how can I ever see a stream of water to kill. ”

"Rare! Rare! It's a good story! ”

"In the past, Zhu Qingyu recently tried to go to the Zhangshui Department: the cave room was filled with red candles yesterday, and he was waiting to visit his aunt in front of Xiaotang. Makeup asked the husband in a low voice, is there a thrush depth? Zhang Shuibu replied to the poem, and Zhu Qingyu became famous. Today, Jia Zili's move is similar. ”

"The most rare thing is that Brother Wei is Senior Brother Luo's cousin, he doesn't do things right, he complains directly, this is a true gentleman, he doesn't shy away from it, this open-mindedness and bearing are admirable!"

Jia Cong, Kuang Liuhe, Zhang Maocai, and Wang Yinglin had a table in the corner, listened attentively, and the latter three smiled slightly, and the three of them also won the middle, and they would be sent to the Gongyuan in a few days.

Kuang Liuhe is a filial son, a hard-working type, fourteen years old, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is "willing to work hard for ten years". Zhang Mao is a genius in Zhuozhou, thirteen years old, Wang Yinglin is a native of Wanping, according to him, his family is well-off, he is the oldest, sixteen or seventeen years old, these four elders of the Shanhai League, all of them are eight elites, among which Wang Yinglin has taken a township test and fell first, this is the second time.

They were listening, there was only one student at the left table in the middle, pouring wine by himself, not ordering, scarves and shirts, his face was blank, drinking and drinking and suddenly crying, his head fell on the table, which immediately attracted the attention of all the candidates, Jia Cong looked over, this person was his fellow table candidate Sima Banditian, Sima Bandit Jian cried: "I have no face to see Sang Zi's father!" ”

For a while, the sound of the friction between the chairs, the benches and the wooden planks on the ground resounded throughout the audience, and many students came to comfort them, Wei Wuzhi first comforted: "Brother Sima, why should you be ashamed of yourself, victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and the field is like a battlefield." What's more, it's just the first scientific expedition now, and there are still records and legacies behind! If you have faith and ambition, why not worry. ”

There are also many people who empathize with each other and are moved by compassion: "Yes, yes, even if this year, there are still the next three years, there are dozens of three years in life, and eight shares take a lifetime, one examiner is blind, it is impossible for every examiner to be blind." ”

Sima Bandit Jian wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, shook his head: "Thank you for your kind words and comfort!" However, it is not a person with a solid family background! I was elected as a student member of Fangshan County, which is a great luck! Thinking about the old Fangshan Sangzi, the old mother worked hard to death, planted in the spring and harvested in the autumn, went to pay taxes and forced labor, what is the cost of pen, ink, paper and inkstone? For the sake of all living beings, I am fortunate to be able to avoid the servitude of the second ding in the family! However, the cost of pen, ink, paper, inkstone, subset of Shiwen, and accommodation for the exam is all thanks to the donation of Sangzi's father, so can't he win it today? Can Ann return to Ye? ”

Kuang Liuhe couldn't help but burst into tears when he heard it: "Brother Sima is also the same year as me, but there are more than 1,000 students, and I don't know your current situation." Since the family makes Fei Shu a stinger, but every year in the annual examination, the grade is redetermined, if Brother Sima is willing to work hard, he will be sentenced to the first class and receive some government subsidies, it is not a difficult thing. ”

"You Kuang Jianda is a great filial son, you have always been valued by the county, and you have Jia Zili to help, it is not difficult for you, but why is it difficult for me and other beings? The quota for first-class dining students is fixed. I'm not working hard? But there is no power and no power! Sima Bandit Jian closed his eyes tightly, and tears rolled down: "When I return to my hometown, my father and elders are disappointed, and the gossip seems to be like a thousand arrows piercing my heart!" Sound Rhythm Enlightenment, Four Books and Five Classics, Seven or Five Miscellaneous Sentences, Tang Dynasty and Song Ancestors...... I don't know what to do? ”

Jia Cong watched coldly, he was able to go smoothly, thanks to the fact that he had lived a lifetime, and even some formats and articles in his memory he could plagiarize to improve and use, plus some quick responses, and practice and accumulation on weekdays. If it weren't for that, the person sitting there crying was not Sima Banditan, but he Jia Cong.

Jia Cong will not be overflowing with sympathy, the indifference experienced in that life, the intrigue in this life, made him insecure and full of doubts about anything, not to mention that Sima Bandit Jian almost made him lose the scientific examination, as far as the current point of view, Sima Bandit Jian is obviously not very useful, so he just stares indifferently.

Now a few more talents have looked at Jia Cong, Wei Wuzhi is gentle and elegant: "Jia Shanhai, I have admired the name for a long time!" Today, let's ignore the hypocrisy, Brother Sima is pitiful. After you Jia Zili is from a family of Guogong, there is no shortage of money, are you willing to help him? In this way, we and other students are grateful to you a lot! ”

Kuang Liuhe couldn't bear it, and whispered next to Jia Cong: "Zili, let's help him." ”

This is a small problem, if Jia Cong shirks it, the reputation of the leader of his Shanhai Alliance and the first prodigy must be damaged, although Wei Wuzhi is not like targeting him, he pushes the boat but plays quietly, this Wei Wuzhi is more terrible than Luo Guoqi!

Jia Cong ignored coldly, and everyone's eyes were staring at him.