"Hey...... This is the brother, you have not yet understood the world, and you lack the experience of the world.

Thinking back to the time when the power of 'Wei Zhongxian' in the Northern Ming Dynasty was tilted towards the government and the opposition, almost all the positions of those prefects and prefects could be clearly marked.

As long as you have enough money, even if you don't like a certain county, you can do it.

Brother Jing, to put it bluntly, all the rules of civilization are in the dark corners that the sun can't reach.

In fact, it is just a piece of paper tiger, which can be broken at the touch of a button.

Have you ever known, that Wang Wencheng of Beiming?

He is well versed in this, vertical and horizontal, and has power for a while.

Wang Jingwei swallowed melon seeds and said leisurely: "Which dynasty is not the same?"

Once you have the power in your hands, money will naturally come to you.

And if you have money, you can buy power. ”

"This is reasonable, Wang Wencheng is not only your own family, but also from the same background as you.

has no fame but can maneuver between the Donglin Party, the Qi Party, and the Xuan Party, which shows that he is really a character. ”

Jia Cong sighed: It's a pity that he was killed by the eunuchs.

"Yes."

Wang Jingwei said with a smile: "Brother Jing is also famous in Gu'an County, and you and Youyan are the first Luo Qicai's bet."

It's only been a few days, and the fame has disappeared, and everyone is waiting to see the show.

You may not be able to meet them when you go out and climb the heights...... It's time for my brother to go, and we'll see you in the capital. ”

"Okay, see you in the capital!" Jia Cong got up to send him out.

Chongyang ascends, the customs of the times.

The ancients revered the ancients more than today, and even the young lady with a daughter's body could make an exception on the day of the Double Ninth Festival.

However, they will be accompanied by domestic slave guards, and they are inseparable.

Generally speaking, Miss Boudoir still cannot have easy contact with male outsiders.

But on this Double Ninth Day, they were able to relax a little.

Qin Keqing, Ruizhu, and Baozhu's master and servant were all dressed up.

Qin Keqing looked outside the door: "Confucius said; If you have no friends and are not as good as yourself, the junior and younger brothers must have their own advantages when they make friends with this person. ”

"What Sage Kong said can be done by a few people, but they are all outdated."

Jia Cong smiled and asked, "Senior sister is also going to climb the heights?" ”

Qin Keqing nodded: "Well, we'll come back after a trip." ”

Then he asked, "Are you going?" ”

Rui Zhu wanted to speak and stopped, as if she wanted to say something.

Jia Cong naturally said that he would simply clean up.

Qin Zhong also followed out of the West Gate, and the western mountains of Gu'an were suitable for climbing.

The carriage and horses slowly drove through the bustling market and reached a fork in the road.

In front of everyone's eyes, a memorial arch appeared, but it looked quite desolate.

I saw that the left beam of the archway has been obliquely split in half, and it is crooked.

The locals who stopped, some looked up and sighed, and some bowed their heads in disappointment.

Qin Keqing asked Jia Cong, who was riding a horse next to the car, "This should be Chen Jingwen's chastity archway?" ”

"Yes."

Jia Cong confirmed the handwriting.

Qin Keqing frowned and said, "How could it be that the sky thundered?" Doesn't God even bless you? ”

Qin Zhong was amazed, Jia Cong thought for a while and said, "Senior sister, it's not that God doesn't bless you, in my opinion."

It should be the feng shui of this land that can be chosen by the public opinion, and these people are a bit of a doorway.

Maybe the place chosen by the feng shui family has ore underground, so it attracts the thunder. ”

Qin Keqing knew that he was a little sullen.

Jia Cong sighed slightly, didn't explain too much, and said in his heart: "Even if I can save the people around me, I can't save other tragedies in this world."

The world is so big, and there are tragic people everywhere.

Either it has nothing to do with me, or I can't see ......"

There is nothing to say all the way, tourists are all over the dogwood, and the autumn tiger is hot.

A few people climbed the mountain and stepped up to the mountain pavilion.

I saw that there were many students in the county, or children in the county.

Three, three, two, two, and two, the poems were right, and Luo Qi did not leave Gu'an.

When I saw Jia Cong, he naturally "spared no effort" to introduce others.

For a moment, their eyes looked at Jia Cong.

"Jingzhi, you quickly make a poem to crush these Gu'an talents."

Qin Zhong was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he instigated it.

Qin Keqing is more mature in the end: "Play and play, don't make trouble." ”

Yakniu Mountain, its name comes from the shape of the mountain resembles a majestic yak.

And because there is a clear Yakniu River flowing under the mountain, the two reflect each other, making this title more vivid.

According to local vendors and porters, there are also tombstones of celebrities from the Gu'an period of the Chu Dynasty on the mountain.

So the tourism industry here is starting to take shape.

But it still has to be climbed from hundreds of steps, pedestrians, and no one dares to play the cable car in this era.

Walking into the Linfeng Pavilion, I couldn't help but sweat profusely, but Qing Meimei's handkerchief was wet several times.

Qin Keqing's perception of Luo Qicai can be described as extremely disgusted.

The latter's words and deeds in Wanping and what he did were extremely annoying to her.

Moreover, she is also a female compatriot, and she has deep sympathy for Chen Jingwen.

I am disgusted with Luo Qicai, an evil person.

The position in my heart is unswervingly on the side of the little junior brother.

If you want to say that she has a soft temperament, it is understandable, in the original book of Red Mansions.

Ruizhu and Baozhu are the insiders of Jia Zhen's dusting.

But Qin Keqing didn't treat them well from beginning to end.

If it was replaced by Wang Xifeng: I would have killed people a long time ago.

This softness is also manifested at this moment: no matter how hateful the enemy may be.

She didn't want her junior brother to be hurt in the slightest, on the contrary, if her junior brother was in the limelight.

She also feels honored, but she can't be in a bad situation.......

The shade outside the Linfeng Pavilion is dense, and the branches and leaves reveal a hint of coolness, even a little gloomy.

The breeze came and the leaves rustled, as if whispering.

There are stalls of porters and merchants at intervals up and down the mountain road.

The weather is clear, the wind is smooth, the friends are full, and the water flows.

Looking up at the vastness of the universe and looking down at the prosperity of the category, there is really no lack of Wei and Jin demeanor, Yan Zhao and boldness.

A few people have seen it, and Qin Keqing took Ruizhu and Baozhu to avoid it far away.

Now everyone in Gu'an knows Jia Jingzhi.

It is that they all want to compete to see the real face, and pass each other's name lists.

Luo Qicai intentionally or unintentionally guided the composition of poetry, and said that Jia Jingzhi "has no vanity under his fame".

This remark was intended to use Gu'an Sheng to suppress him.

This kind of naïve thing, Jia Cong can ignore it.

But because of the unwarranted, it is only offended that other children in Gu'an are not good.

Everyone looks up and doesn't look down, and there are always times when you come to the Japanese government to try to see these people.

Jia Cong thought for a while, came back and asked, "Senior sister, do you want to do it?" ”

"To do or not to do is your will."

Qin Keqing was coquettish: "Why come and ask me." ”

"Blame me for not making it clear, I want to ask if you want to make a fuss out on him."

Jia Cong said in a low voice, and Qin Zhong pouted again: "Of course you have to do it, Jing Zhi will hit him in the face fiercely."

How can this kind of evil person be worthy of his sister, fight once, and be happy. ”

Qin Keqing looked at his junior brother with a smile and said nothing.

The corners of Jia Cong's mouth raised slightly, nodded tacitly, and then turned back over there.

Since Luo Qicai became a lawyer, he has not written poetry or eight shares for some years.

Dropping out of school is like a whetstone, although at first glance there is no significant loss.

But day after day, its wear and tear is becoming more and more apparent, so it is inevitable that the mind and the pen will be rusty.

simply united with these people, but Luo Qicai's reputation and popularity are extraordinary, and there are people in five states and nineteen counties who give him face.

Each of them composed a song that surpassed what Roach had done last time.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were transferred to Jia Cong's hands, and the two groups of people watched.

Jia Cong pondered for a while, and then wrote with a stroke of his pen, with a majestic face and a square structure.

The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Autumn sunset flowers, as a traverser.

Jia Cong adheres to the brazen nature of these traversers.

Plagiarists are not ashamed of plagiarism, but rather take pride in it.

This poem is a famous work of Gong Zizhen, a famous literati in the late Qing Dynasty.

In today's Chu Dynasty, Tongsheng and Xiucai are nothing.

It is to lift people and jinshi, even if they are not crushed, they are enough to laugh and be proud.

Those children and talents were speechless for a while, and they all whispered about it.

From time to time, they turned their eyes to Jia Cong, as if they were comparing the verses with Jia Cong himself.

A child was the first to break the silence.

He exclaimed: "This poem has ...... power"

Another talent was full of praise: "Not only is it powerful, it is simply through the back of the paper, and no one of us can compete with it." ”

As soon as the words fell.

Another Xiucai sighed: "The name of Jia Prodigy is indeed worthy of its reputation, Senior Brother Daqi, I am ashamed......."

Luo Qicai's face was gloomy, and he smiled and promised a few words in a humble manner.

When everyone dispersed, there were no officials here.

He tore off his disguise: "Jia Jingzhi, the text is like his name, and the words are like his person."

These two sentences do not apply! Not only is it a partial generalization, but it also puts the cart before the horse!

Dong Yongchang is famous all over the world for his calligraphy and painting, and his character is extremely despicable.

I hope you don't want to follow in the footsteps of this person, I am kind to advise. ”

"Thanks for the reminder."

Jia Cong smiled, but smiled perfunctorily.

Luo Qicai was still unhappy, his teeth rattled, and he said directly: "Don't be rampant!" Brother Luo Langzhong! ”

Hearing this, Jia Cong smiled more and more brightly: "Your father is Luo Gang?"

"What do you mean?" Rokicai frowned.

Jia Cong shook his head and said tooth for tooth: "Fortunately, I will be lucky!" My ancestors are now Rongguo Gong! ”

Luo Qicai was choked up suddenly: No matter how big the official is in the examination of the merit, doesn't he want to salute when he sees Guogong?

Biwencai?

Crush!

Than family background?

Crush you like that!

As the saying goes, there are fewer than a thousand cups of wine for a confidant, and there is no speculation for half a sentence.

Luo Qicai broke up unhappily, and Jia Cong didn't have many mood swings from beginning to end.

They scattered, and the poems fell into the hands of the beautiful woman.

In the fruitful golden autumn of September, Liu Yuxi dared to say, "I say that autumn is better than spring."

In particular, the residual flowers have withered into mud, and the yellow leaves have withered.

Qin Keqing read softly: "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers......

The prosperity of the world is heartbreaking, and the literary talent of the junior brother has grown more and more. ”

........

At night, stroll down to the moat, just in time for supper, and the ancient market is already bustling with activity.

During the Ming Dynasty, Suzhou Prefecture alone had seventy-two towns.

Northerners are accustomed to calling it "set", such as Chaoyangmen set, while southerners call it "city".

In Guangxi and Guangdong, people go to the street and call it "taking advantage of the market".

In some places in Yunnan, Guizhou, Fujian, Jiangxi, Hunan and other places, it is called "street".

From daily eating and drinking to various items, there is everything, and there is a dazzling array of them.

The stalls stretch for ten miles, the voices of people are boiling, the people are uproaring, and the town is very lively.

Jia Cong heard that the people in the market said that the repair of the Yongding River had achieved results, and it was ordered by the county magistrate.

The whole city reveled, ordering the making of lanterns, fireworks, firecrackers, and a big celebration.

These little people don't think deeply, and they don't want to think about it.

Feng Lu did this, in fact, for Yu Hazy to see.

At the moment, the fireworks at the head of the city are bright, and they bloom in the night sky in a radial shape.

The barefoot urchin covered his ears with his hands, and lit firecrackers in front of the door and at the fork in the road.

Crackling, dispelling ghosts and evil, and even more people and women put lotus lanterns in the river.

Jia Cong and his entourage had just arrived at the Ximen Market, and they were infected by the atmosphere, and laughter and laughter lingered in their ears.

Some people took the lead in sending flower baskets: "Let's give Gongzi something." ”

"Thank you, fellow."

Jia Cong received a gift in return, and the flower basket was only a local specialty.

What he gave was the precious things of the wealthy, how dare those people accept them.

Qin Zhong was fascinated by it, and this scene opened his eyes.

Qin Keqing lifted the sedan curtain, looked at it secretly, and laughed out of the pear vortex.

At this moment, Fang Zheng spoke, and every household lit lanterns.

There was no sound, but you could feel the rhythm: the lanterns lit up one after another.

Like a blooming flower, it shines brightly.

In an instant, the whole city was as bright as day.

The lanterns on the banks of the moat are connected like a fiery dragon swimming in a row.

A round of the first half of the moon hangs high in the east, flying in color, beautiful like a dream.

"On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day, the willow tops on the moon, and people were about to ....... after dusk."

Qin Keqing put down the curtain and said obsessively.

The sound of joy in the downtown area, this scene is eternal.

A market leads through the gates.

Jia Cong looked left and right, only to feel that something was wrong: "What about Cao Dahua?" Lose someone? ”

Tie Niu, who followed behind him, pouted: "Third Master Cong, where are there many people scattered."

He's so big, he's always going to come back. ”

Everyone returned to the courtyard in the east of the city, and an hour later, Cao Dahua came back in a daze, and Qin Hai opened the door.

Cao Dahua tied the horse to the horse pile, and the iron bull Tsing Yi hat jumped out from behind and said, "Big man, where did you go?" ”

"Shh

Cao Dahua was mysterious: "I saw horse thieves at the foot of Yakniu Mountain and secretly followed them."

I didn't come back with you, I did it for the safety of my master. ”

Tie Niu naturally didn't believe it: "There is a fart horse thief, I have been walking with the third master for so long, trekking through mountains and rivers."

I've never seen bandits and robbers, so it can be seen that you are not honest and have been lazy. ”

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The words are divided into two ends

In the past few months, Qin Ye led the team to Yongqing, going from south to north, running from east to west, and he was too busy to support himself.

Qin Zhong is becoming more and more neglected, of course, with Jia Cong, they won't make any trouble.

It is said that Qin Ye will have a monthly report to the capital, and the Ministry of Industry will be in the middle of the camp.

This position is not low, and it can be used to impeach others.

According to the words of modern officials: If a person sits at the department level, he can't control it if he wants to.

There are six departments of the imperial court, and the lang Zhong of each subordinate department is the director, and the department level.

Wailang is a deputy department level or assistant to the director.

The chief is equivalent to the department level, and the bosses of the six sections are all section chiefs in the matter.

The county exam is approaching, Jia Cong and Qin Zhong basically do their homework every day, do eight shares, read reference books, and learn literary skills.

"Notes on the Four Books", "Mencius" and "Analects" have long been rotten memorization, and Jia Cong also roughly flipped through several history books.