In early April, Teacher Qin's key points were mostly explained. He was poor, the spoiled Qin Zhong, who had not read the Four Books yet, and Jia Cong looked at the changes in the plants and trees in the courtyard. The tender buds of spring had long become the brilliance of summer. It turned out that time passed so quickly. A soul from another world had reached a strange and familiar time and space, and had gone through more than a quarter.

Such a person who is diligent, studious and willing to make progress always does not want to live a mediocre life. In that lifetime, his interest in Chinese studies was completely useless in reality. At least he had ambitions when scholars were the backbone, but at this age, in this era of Jia family, which was harsh in etiquette and law, recalling that he did not do much, and he took every step carefully and showed no mistakes.

Later generations say that feudalism is sad, but people are nostalgic. In that era without innocence, people in the early 21st century missed the purity of the 20th century, just like Maggie Cheung's "Year of Flowers". What's even more ancient should be the era he returned to. Yangzhou, Jinling, Suzhou, was already full of red sleeves, just like the ancient down-and-out talented man dreaming of a beautiful woman. But any era has its own pain, and everything in the past is placed in front of us. In the new century of the previous life, without the level of the society, society still divides people into ranks, and how many people become slaves of money?

Teacher Qin said that the eight-legged essay problem should be focused on the topic, and it should be sharp and distinctive. Qin Ye taught him with the experience of people who have experienced it that it must be solved well. There are hundreds of candidates in a county examination? How can the magistrate have time to read it carefully? If the problem is not good, the first impression will be bad.

These are similar to the exams in his previous life.

Fortunately, I am not in Jiangnan. The competition is particularly fierce in that place with a prosperous culture. In the Qing Dynasty, the candidates of Jiangnan Gongyuan reached more than 20,000, and only more than 200 were admitted. How many people will be abandoned in the eight-legged essay.

The candidates in the southwest are lucky and not lucky. Fortunately, the admission line is low and the quota is fixed. It is said that a candidate in the southwest only wrote the question and followed the question, followed by the word "全官网". Originally, he only wrote the beginning of the eight-legged essay, but the examiner said that "it means to start a lecture" and was admitted.

In response to this, the candidates in Jiangnan would express grief and anger.

However, the educational level and conditions in that place are far inferior to those in Jiangnan. If you are admitted according to the same level, Yunnan and Guizhou may have to be wiped out. The educational level is uneven, and the same is true in ancient and modern times.

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When he rode a donkey and mule out to relax, he learned to ride a horse and shoot archery, his thighs were worn out on both sides. Fortunately, the emperor paid off and his hands were trained to make his muscles. He felt a little relieved. That night, he was dismounted in front of the Tianqi Temple. Several young Taoist priests were sweeping the steps and walking into the Taoist temple. They saw two waves of people quarreling, one was Taoist Wang, and the other was blue-eyed and high-nose.

Seminite people? From foreign countries? Jia Cong felt novel. It is not surprising to see foreigners in modern times. Which country did the missionaries of this era come from? After they finished arguing, the foreigners were chubby and seemed to be angry. Jia Cong tried to go forward and waved his hand and said in ancient English: "Hi! How are you? The weather is so sunny today!"

The group of foreigners were silent for a moment. James, the leader, opened his mouth wide and suddenly became ecstatic and wanted to give him a hug. But when he thought of the different customs, he stopped and replied in surprise in ancient English: "Oh! My God! I am very good, where are you?"

Taoist Wang widened his eyes, and Jia Cong happily communicated with these foreigners. They could speak Chinese, but they seemed stiff. It turned out that they were missionaries from Great Britain who traveled across the ocean to Middle-earth to convey the gospel of God. After all, time and space have changed, and Jia Cong didn't know how the West developed. He learned that these missionaries were not favored by the Celestial Empire. They went to Beijing to give gifts to ministers. The emperor issued an order and did not allow them to open churches. If they were foreign envoys, the Celestial Empire believed that "all nations came to pay tribute" and would rather lose money, and missionaries would be very favorable. The two leading them were William and James. Western science and technology were still progressing in this time and space. Jia Cong had exchanged but was unable to help them.

Outside the door on the right, there was a casual man with a knife all the time to monitor him. When Jia Cong came out, the man said lukewarmly: "Little brother, can you speak Gentiles? It would be a pity if you don't go to be a communicative official."

The official is the translator, well, that is, the kind of traitor that often appears in TV dramas. Jia Cong glanced at the hilt of the scabbard on a man's waist quietly, knowing that it was the Jinyiwei, and replied: "I was lucky enough to learn a little from the people from the south coast."

The Jinyiwei's hundred households had sharp eyes like eagles and falcons. Needless to say, they were the ones monitoring missionaries. He was full of evil spirits. He was tall, had a pointed chin, black and yellow skin, and a cold temperament. When he saw Jia Cong's clothes and behavior, he knew that he was from a noble family, and he kept pursing his lips and said nothing.

Jia Cong left with his fists. He had always had the idea of ​​opening a book club to make money. By the way, he also wanted to properly guide the Western theory of progress. Today, when he met a few Westerners, he even had this idea, just to wait until he gained a foothold.

Back in the Qin Mansion Study, Qin Zhong lay on the table and slept heavily. Under his white little face, his cheeks were squirming, and he was grinding his teeth. A few pieces of saliva were dripping with rice paper. Jia Cong was secretly amused. Sun Fu was back. Jia Cong did not disturb him. He went to the kang in the east wing room and asked Sun Fu to report the situation truthfully. He grindled the ink and wrote it into a file word by word.

Jia Cong frowned: "Ningguo Mansion expanded its yard and occupied the homestead along the street. It is indeed true? Has anyone ever asked?"

"I asked, Mr. Cong, these are old cases, and Mr. Zhen dare not blatantly occupy them. There are too many villages in the mansion and a lot of money, so I just want to pass them casually. However,... the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked, and the housekeepers are also greedy for money. Some households cannot get money at all and are attacked by the slaves. How dare they sue the official?" Sun Fu said.

In fact, although Jia Mu of Rongguo Mansion was partial, she was unambiguous in major matters. She said that even though Jia Cong didn't use any method to drive him away, Jia Mu later ordered the beating of the board and drove him away, and it was obvious that she did not stop him from studying. Ningguo Mansion was even worse than Rongguo Mansion and even more defeated. Leng Zixing told Jia Yucun that Jia Zhen turned over the Ningguo Mansion.

After the record was well recorded, Jia Cong sent Sun Fu thirty taels, totaling fifty taels. Sun Fu did not dare to take it back, and Jia Cong did not take it back. He said that he would go and see the little pomegranate more to make up for his own burden. Sun Fu became more and more devoted to him.

Jia Cong did push-ups and sit-ups on the bed. It was stuffy and mosquitoes were soaked in summer. So he went to take a bath. Sun Fu and Qin Tong came in to light incense and closed the door. Jia Cong practiced Xiaokai and calmed down again, and gave his homework to Qin Ye in the west wing room before returning to the room to open the file and pondered silently.

First of all, the official prostitute Pei Feng was the eunuch Dai Quan, the chief seal supervisor of the Sili Supervisor, and Jia Cong passed it out in one stroke. This is not allowed: no matter whether Dai Quan returned to the emperor or not, Dai Quan was involved, and the memorial would not be passed in the Sili Supervisor, and maybe even the Ministry of Justice could not be passed!

Secondly, the matter of Xie Luan can be attributed to forcing the robbery of a private girl. With her parents and neighbors as testifying, they dare not testify or are afraid. Censor Liu can report the news. According to the "Dashun Law", the aristocrats forcibly robbing a private girl is also a punishment for the punishment of a staff.

Third, in Ningguo Mansion Zhuangzi, tenants collect rents in many ways, such as taxes and land annexation. Some relatives and households attribute the land to the East Mansion. Tax evasion and tax evasion can make a big fuss.

Fourth, if you unreasonably invade private houses, your slaves will do their best and don’t give money, including the tenants above. If you have a little bit of instigation, Jia Cong can ruin Jia Zhen. Will Jia Zhen have a high combat power? Otherwise, if you take off his title and the power of the patriarch, Jia Cong will kill him!

Of course, I can't kill you now. Apart from the ashes, Jia Zhen is much more harmful to the Jia family?

Jia Cong looked at Jia Zhen’s problem without much emotion, and was it just like the Jia family? Is it just like this? Tracing the origin and generalizing it, many of the nobles in Shun Dynasty are the same, and it is useless to criticize it. Ask yourself, are you perfect?

He is inseparable from the Jia family now. It is difficult to divide the family and divide the sect. If Jia Zhen doesn't talk about it, it will be a disaster in the future.

To be fair, Jia Zhen’s ability to do things is not lacking, at least not like Jia Zhenghui being teased by slaves. Most of the people in the Jia family went to Tiekan Temple to pray for blessings. Jia Zhen could still organize and arrange the subordinates and tribe members.

However, Jia Zhen is completely vocal and erotic in his bones, greedy, scattering ashes, and playing with his sister-in-law. There are three acts in Dream of Red Mansions, which lay the groundwork for the demise of Ningguo Mansion.

The first is that Qin Keqing's funeral was extremely overbearing. It is obvious that Jia Zheng reminded him that Jia Zhen insisted on his own. The second is that Wu Jinxiao, Zhuangtou, went to Beijing to pay tribute. Jia Zhen and Jia Rong talked to him about the situation in the Western Palace, saying that Wang Xifeng was also poor, and Mrs. Wang could not afford to give gifts when socializing, so she asked Yuanyang to steal Jia Mu's things. Then, Jia Zhen said that he had a way to make money. What was the way to do it?

Don’t worry, I’m reminded again later, that’s the third one. Through Youshi’s hearing and witness, it was implied that Jia Zheng and Jia Zhen had collected the stolen silver from the Zhen family in Jiangnan. At that time, the Zhen family had been confiscated. Jia Zheng and Jia Zhen hid the stolen silver, and the degree of death was speechless!

Moreover, Jia Zhen used all the stolen silver to use by himself. They did not take any risk in times of peace, prepared for the future, and spent too much money. In the name of martial arts, they openly gambling, sing and singing every night, and were drunk and dreaming. That joy, and the swear words made You blush and spit. This is the so-called nobles, descendants of the Duke, and the best people?

The clan leader Jia Zhen is like this, and the clan member Jia Qin and others are even more awesome. Jia Qin also gambles and drinks in Shuiyue Temple. He is afraid that all the nuns in Shuiyue Temple have been greeted by him. This temple is so clean!

After thinking about these many things, Jia Cong copied another file that he could use, smiled strangely, used his brain and writing skills to make up a few stories.

The next day, Jia Cong told Qin Ye that he wanted to go home. Although there were letters in the past few days, it took only half a day to go back and forth. Qin Yeci and Zhong were harsh: "You can't leave your homework. Your problem is enough, but you can get enough of the county exam, but it's still far from the provincial exam."

Jia Cong did not reject such strictness. Thinking about his previous life, he hated a strict teacher. He only realized that this kind of teacher was good after graduation. That kind of hatred was just a laugh. The teacher's strictness was a kind of responsibility. He nodded obediently, and Qin Ye sighed: "I have been complaining about my illness for some days. The court ordered me to take the officers and the officers of the Ministry of Works' Training Department to Yongding River."

"When will the teacher set out?"

"You will leave in May, you don't have to come, come again in July and August." Qin Ye had known that this disciple had spent a lot of money on him, but he didn't say anything, but he was happy about his sensibility.

Does the court have any rules for sending officials from the Ministry of Works to go out? Local river management has always been the business of local officials, but Qin Ye is afraid that he understands these things. Besides, Jia Zheng is able to study politics, and Shunchao cannot use the Ming and Qing dynasties to be trapped. Jia Cong said worriedly: "The teacher is old and it is inconvenient to leave Beijing. Why don't you let the students go with you? The teacher knows that students are quite interested in river management. Moreover, reading thousands of books is worse than traveling thousands of miles. The students will get the consent of their families."

Qin Ye thought to himself: "It is really rare to have such an idea at his age. No matter how heavy the eight-legged essays are, they are not as important as the national economy and people's livelihood..." and nodded.

Qin Zhong was clamoring to go, but Qin Ye didn't allow it, but because Jia Cong pleaded, he reluctantly agreed. He was different from his disciples. He was old and was afraid that something would happen to his son. Although Jia Cong was younger than his son, he felt more at ease. The two of them put on their clothes and returned to the Jia Mansion first.

On the way, the two brothers watched the market and were in a cheerful mood. Qin Zhong thought for a while and asked, "Zi Li, are you and your sister hiding something from me?"

"No, you think too much." Jia Cong didn't plan to tell him that Qin Zhong could not help, and it would be bad if he knew.

Qin Zhong stopped asking and returned to Jia Sheyuan to pay homage. Qin Ye's letters praised Jia Cong a lot, and Mrs. Xing didn't blame him. If it were before, she would have said that he was wasting money, Mrs. Xing was perfunctory to Qin Zhong. She only had money and face in her eyes, and looked down on Qin Zhong. Jia She was probably satisfied, so she took the letters to Jia Zheng's study to show off at night.

Qingwen didn't see Jia Cong for a long time, and she was a little uncomfortable. She wanted to ask about his condition, but Jia Cong said that there was an urgent matter and hurriedly served two cups of tea. He and Qin Zhong went to the East Mansion again.

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"Didn't Uncle Cong come with you?" Qin Keqing grabbed my younger brother's hand in the flower hall, asked about his well-being, and treated him as a child.

"Zi Li is going to find Uncle Zhen." Qin Zhong rubbed in her arms: "Sister, why don't you call him junior brother?"

Qin Keqing said angrily: "The Qin Mansion is the Qin Mansion, and the Jia Mansion is the Jia Mansion. You must not be confused in your seniority and you cannot make mistakes. Come on, have you made progress in the exam?"

He rolled his sleeves and polished ink, but his eyes didn't look at the inkstone, but he just stared at the lotus leaves and duckweed in the pond outside the flower hall.

As soon as he put the file on the desktop between his cousins, he browsed casually, Jia Zhen's face became increasingly ugly.

Jia Cong clenched his fists, knocked on the table, and cooperated with his eight-year-old face, which was particularly cute. He was heartbroken: "Brother Zhen! This Censor Liu is too arrogant! He didn't take our Jia family seriously at all! He said that he was the Censor of the City Inspection City in Xicheng. We are in Xicheng. He has the right to report to Brother Zhen's affairs, saying that he wants to go directly to the heaven to listen! How is that!"

Jia Zhen said suspiciously: "Brother Cong, this is true? How did you know? Liu Dongsheng, who killed thousands of swords, really wants to study my book?"

"It's more than one book? It's several books, Brother Zhen!" Jia Cong gritted his teeth: "It was a coincidence. When Yushi Liu saw that I was doing well in the eight-legged essays, he praised me and asked me to visit him. During this period, a guest came. When I saw this file, Brother Zhen knew that I had opened my spirit and had a good memory. When I came back, I copied one and went back home without stopping... Brother Zhen, I'm talking about your safety..."

Jia Cong was frowning and angry. His acting skills were enough to win an Oscar.

Jia Zhen believed it a little, but he would never think that Jia Cong was plotting against him. Even if Jia Cong beat Wang Xifeng, the two of them had no conflicts or grudges. The color on their faces was red and white, and they were all complicated. Jia Zhen was a king at home, but when he was scolded by You Sanjie and ridiculed him, he immediately blushed and ran away in panic.

In other words, Jia Zhen was unscrupulous behind his back, but in front of others, he was still ashamed. He was discovered by his cousin. What about his face? He was uncomfortable!

At the same time, he was worried that he was just a nobleman, and had no right to be a title, and was included in the censor's book. Wouldn't it be a shame to cut off his title? He didn't want to lose such glory, wealth and power.

"What should I do? Brother knows that you are smart, not as smart as an ordinary child." Jia Zhen was anxious.

"Oh..." Jia Cong sighed. In terms of treacherousness, Jia Zhen was not as good as him for two lifetimes: "No matter how smart I am, I am a child. After the Censor Liu discovered this behavior, he said: If Brother Zhen releases Qin and advocates that Qin and Mr. Xiaorong divorce, he can leave the past without any blame..."

"Hmm?" Jia Zhen said gloomyly: "Why does this involve Qin's family?"

Jia Cong said bitterly: "Brother Zhen, do you not understand the official network? Our four major families can protect each other. Liu Yushi and Qin Langzhong were Jinshi of the same year. What's the strange thing about the relationship between them? Besides, I also have selfish intentions. Our people of the same tribe must not only be together, but also maintain their reputation."

Jia Zhen became uneasy. Could it be that Qin and Qin Langzhong had hinted? Qin Langzhong asked Jingshi Liu to come forward again? It is difficult to say that the impeachment was impeached. It may fall, or it may be nothing. How could it be possible to release Qin Shi? I was just about to succeed... No, at most I could ask the second master of the Western Palace to ask him to plead with Wang Ziteng, and then give me more things to Eunuch Dai, so that Censor Liu's memorial was stuck in the Silijian... Finally, I slowly deal with him...

"No! Qin did not violate the seven-point order. Even Heli, Rong'er, and Qin's family were not in harmony. How could they behave like it? Even the old lady loved Qin's family. How could they be with Li? Brother Cong, this is Jingshi Liu's random slandering me, maybe he had any grudges with me, such as his relatives and my servants fighting for land and real estate. You did a good job, and my brother doesn't know how to thank you. Don't worry, I can settle this matter."

Jia Zhen's tone was firm and extremely domineering. He was deeply moved by Jia Cong. He didn't care about how to tease his daughter-in-law, so he arranged a thank-you gift for Jia Cong. He hurriedly ordered Xier to go to Eunuch Dai's mansion to give gifts, and then went to the Western Mansion to plead with him.

When he threw a few pieces of silk to Sun Fu, Jia Cong's heart was gloomy even though his expressionless face was expressionless. He originally planned to deal with Qin Keqing's affairs simply, but he didn't expect that Jia Zhen was ungrateful, so don't blame him for doing more ruthlessly!

A qualified politician will not point the finger at him from the beginning. Many cabinet ministers fight against officials and monarchs and ministers, they will use young censors to stand out and make these little brothers rush forward. It is better to do so. Jia Cong will not put himself in a light place, and the enemy is open and we are secret, so that he can prepare countless tricks.

A violent storm is coming.
Chapter completed!