In the Andingmen north of the inner city, Deshengmen belongs to the Nine Gate, and the defense is strictly controlled. Deshengmen is in the northwest and Andingmen is in the northeast.

Only when Jia Cong and his party were shown the sign tickets were allowed to enter the city gate, enter Anding Gate, and arrive at Jixian Gate, where there were guards and gatekeepers. Jia Cong showed the sign tickets again: "I am promoted by Zhili Xuezheng Master, who came to Beiyong (Northern Imperial College) to fill in the personal confession and academic record."

The "Bei Yongtong Pass" carved with the card ticket, the gatekeeper tossed and looked at them, and Jia Cong handed over a few taels of silver. The gatekeeper bit him and said with a smile: "It's still good, from Zhili Province, which prefecture and county? Why can't the master bring it here?"

"The student is from Wanping County, the west road of Shuntianfu, and his family's ancestor is Duke Rong." Jia Cong said.

"Duke Rong?" The concierge quickly returned the money and said in a panic: "The descendants of the Duke, the great-grandson, has a special doctoral master to receive, and my younger husband will come with me."

It's still a family name that works well.

The official positions of the Imperial College include Jijiu, Siye, Jiancheng, Doctor, Chief Register, Assistant Teacher, Dian Zheng, etc. There are several doctors in the Imperial College who are specializing in the descendants of the honorary ministers.

There is a well pavilion on both sides of Jixian Gate, and the right side leads to the Confucius Temple. The second gate is Taizhangmen and a bell pavilion and drum pavilion. In the past, there are three and four-pillar hip halls, which are tall and luxurious. Jia Cong exclaimed.

Sun Fu and Long Aotian were also stunned. Even though they were used to the style of the Duke's Mansion, they were simply a slim compared to the Imperial College.

The concierge led them to drive directly to Piyong, who built them on a circular pool with a platform below the seat, symbolizing the round and round place of the sky.

It is several feet high, with double eaves and hearts, six steps, six rooms, and a square corridor. Three layers of glazed glass are bright, and the four exquisite overpasses can be accessed. There are 36 classrooms for students from Imperial College on both sides of Biyong, divided into six levels, each with six classes, each with assistant teaching and doctoral teaching.

This is the time to study, and you can hear the sound of books. There are only guards, patrols, and tragic personnel on the road. This highest institution of learning is well-deserved.

Walking up the steps and entering an office study on the right side of Biyong, Dr. Song of the Xiudao Hall received Jia Cong, Jia Cong filled out his personal confession, his academic record, and handed over the letters with seals from Jia She and Liu Dongsheng.

"You are the six halls of newborns, you are the new naturalized student, come to the Taoist temple." Dr. Song looked at this famous person.

"Doctor, can students only be naturalized and not come to the school?" Jia Cong asked.

"There are no other people, but you are the fourth prince. You can do it, but when you come back south, you have to take the exam and get your homework by the way." Dr. Song said.

Jia Cong received his homework and Imperial College student certificates, including the Five Classics Books, etc., and the Four Books became only auxiliary. Imperial College specially trained candidates to participate in the township hall.

When I left the corridor of the Taoist temple, when the students were over, a prison student who returned to the dormitory saw him familiar, thought for a while, turned around and called out: "Brother Zili, I'm Wang Dacheng."

Jia Cong also turned around, looked at it for a while, and suddenly realized: "It turns out that Brother Wang is really coming in. After leaving Gu'an, isn't it not a long time since I saw you, Brother Wang's future has been settled?"

"I donated the prison student and the Taoist sect again. I have been in a position for so long. I waited until a Jiangsu branch road, and I passed the shift, and I took the post in a few months." Wang Dacheng was happy: "The fourth-rank Yunyan Buzi is considered to be well developed."

"Congratulations, congratulations, it's a coincidence that I'm going south too. It's just the same way. Is Brother Wang casual in entering the school?" Jia Cong said calmly, but he thought that Wang Dacheng had a tough backstage and donated a Taoist sergeant at one time. How could he do it without a backstage? And he was a branch road patrol officer in Jiangsu! The person who was summoned by the magistrate is better than the magistrate Niu Fa! He may not have such good luck as a Jinshi! This is the ancestral tomb smoke coming from the blue!

"It's casual now, but I'm not a essay for my brother, so it's better to learn more." Wang Dacheng rubbed his hands, and he also looked at him. Second, he thought Jia Cong was indeed worthy of establishing a good relationship. He, a person who came out of the official office, had a very high look: "Is Brother Zili here to fill in the book? If you have time at this time, why not sit in the bookstore?"

Jia Cong hit it off: "That's right, does Brother Wang intend to join? That's my blessing."

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From Andingmen to Xuanwumen, we walked around the inner city and went to the store of Shanhai Bookstore for half an hour to reminisce. Jia Cong invited him, and Wang Dacheng was drunk with great enthusiasm and nodded and joined the Shanhai Alliance. Jia Cong said a cliché but could not get any important information. Wang Dacheng was helped back home by his followers.

Kuang Liuhe, Wang Yinglin, Zhang Maocai and others also returned to Wanping long ago. They studied hard in Zhuozhou. Jia Cong wrote a letter upstairs and sent it to the Civil Information Bureau to tell his itinerary. He also tested Wang Yinglin's thoughts and whether he would have a quarrel because of Qian Xihong.

"Young master, big things are not good. Bookstore sales have declined sharply recently. The situation is very bad. A Yanshe shop in Xixia City is competing with us. They are mainly about chess, calligraphy, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and flowers, and are very popular." Zheng Yeliao, who has a set of foreign costumes, rolled up her round body and raised her beard to complain.

"Yanshe?" Jia Cong couldn't help but think of Zhao Beidou in the West Mountain. Do you want to play with me?

Zhao Beidou naturally would not regard Jia Cong as an opponent. For him, Jia Cong's current level is too low, but he is the leader of the Yan Society. His children must be instructed to attack Jia Cong's arrogance and play a game.

There is indeed a market for piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and flowers. Chen Jiru of the late Ming Dynasty mainly focuses on this, Feng Menglong and Ling Mengchu are popular novels.

Jia Cong thought so, and he immediately became motivated and excited. First of all, he lacked money, and the stingy Mrs. Xing was also unpleasant. Besides, he wanted to go to Jiangnan to build relationships, form alliances, and have a banquet with his classmates. Where can I not have money? Jia She’s support is really not enough.

The second thing is to suppress the prestige of Yan Society, Shanhai Alliance, Shanhai Bookstore, wouldn’t Jia Cong go further?

"Who manipulates Yanshe Bookstore?" Jia Cong asked.

Luo Gaocai wore a melon-skin hat and smoked dry tobacco: "Gong Dingci, a scholar's fame, is from Tongzhou, Shuntian Prefecture, Zhili Province, and a disciple of Zhao Gong (Zhao Beidou).

"Immediately, I'll order the papermaking workshop to print thousands of papers, and I have new books to be published." Jia Cong issued an order: "Prepare advertisements in advance, Xixiaoshi, Dongxiaoshi neighborhoods, all walls and trees, my new book advertisements must be covered with advertisements, and I will ask people to draw a few advertising images."

Although Zheng Yeliao and Luo Gaocai left, they were worried. They were not very ambitious. Gong Zhao was a cabinet leader and stepped down. Jia Cong was just an apprentice of Qin Langzhong of the Ministry of Works. He had not passed the exam yet. How could he be Gong Dingci's opponent?

The matter of going south was decided, and the family was relatively calm, but they could not waste their time. Jia Cong took the pen and thought about it, what would he write to make a best seller?

With his current reputation and foundation, as long as he is a fine product, he will not have to worry about selling it.

Jia Cong decided to write "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", but did not copy it as it was. One of the words "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" is Pu Songling's residence. It should be changed to "Shan Hai Yi Yi Yi", and it becomes "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" is "record", and "difference" is a strange story.

Second, the writing style cannot be written in modern plain language, and it must be easy to understand. Third, the plot should be tortuous, tactful, and moving. With scholars as the object, strengthen the sense of substitution, and make the Dashun literati unable to stop watching it!

Well, the first part of Jia Cong's rewrite is "The Ghost Story of the Age of Different Ambitions in Mountains and Seas".

As a scholar who got the exam with real strength, Jia Cong has a strong writing skills. With his solid foundation, Ning Caichen, a scholar in Jinhua, Zhejiang, was in a down-and-out situation and met Yan Chixia, Nie Xiaoqian, and the old demon in Heishan at Lanruo Temple in Jinling...

Jia Cong rewritten a script that is extremely subtle, bizarre, lingering and touching in one night.

In ancient times, a skilled printer could print 1,500 to 2,000 words a day.

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Chapter completed!