Chapter 198 Provincial Examination (Premier)

Xing'er and Si'er insisted on going to Wucheng King Temple. The two little guys were going to go too.

Song Bo, who had just returned from Zhengzhou, and another farmer had to drive two cars and drag them to the Wucheng King Temple.

It was not them alone. Many of the families of the students and the people who were preparing to watch the fun stood in front of the Wucheng King Temple and looked at the bamboo gate of the Gongyuan. They were invisible. The two doors were closed tightly. Unless they climbed up to the wall, they would probably be shot to death by the bow and arrow.

Looking at the door, Sima Guang and Wang Anshi looked yearning.

What is the purpose of the ten years of hard work? Isn’t it just this day?

Someone recognized it, and a middle-aged woman came over and said, "May I ask, are you little lady Jiang and Sier of Zheng Jieyuan's family?"

"Yes, may I ask you..."

"I am the wife of Ding Yuangui of Kunling. The official and my uncle came to Beijing for the examination at the same time, so I followed me."

Jiang Xing'er took a look and found that the woman was about forty years old, but she thought how old she was. She might not be all thirty-somethings in her thirties and forties. It can only be said that thirty-somethings and twenties accounted for the majority. There were also many thirty-somethings in her thirties, and a few were in their fifties and even sixty-sixty-somethings who came to take the exam. There were also young, teenagers, and some were younger than their younger owners. They were only fourteen or five years old and came to the capital.

"I've met Madam Ding."

"I congratulate Miss Jiang in advance."

"I dare not, I will wait until the results are released before I know."

"Zheng Jieyuan will definitely win. My official and my uncle have met Ouyang Yong, and when they talked to him, he said that your Dalang must be in high school and is not necessarily in the third place of the provincial examination." It was not that Ouyang Xiu looked down on Zheng Lang, but it was a certain chance. To be able to win the third place is not only talent, but also a certain degree of luck. He has a very good ranking. After that, the middle-aged woman looked envious.

"Thank you Mrs. Ding for praise, your official family will also be in high school."

"Although my official is diligent, his qualifications are very poor. He has failed the exam several times before."

"You don't have to worry, Dalang said, diligence can make up for your weakness. This time your official will definitely be in high school."

"God knows, if he had the talent of your Jie Yuan... that would be great."

"Miss Ding, you can't say this. You have to be diligent. Others always say that my Dalang is smart, but I don't know how hard my Dalang is. Over the years, other young men have been traveling around the mountains and rivers. He has only occasionally painted a painting and played a piano, and when he relaxed. I don't know how to get through it and grow up. "When I said that Jiang Xing'er's eyes were so sour, and she smashed a snowball, but what about Zheng Lang? In terms of the concept of time, I'm afraid that there are no people in this world who regard time as such precious people. Then he patted Sima Guang and Wang Anshi and said, "Others also said that they are smart, but my family's candlelight from Dalang to their study was blown out by the second update."

Mrs. Ding and the people around her could not speak. Her official name was Ding Zongchen and her brother-in-law was Ding Baochen. It was not because she said that her qualifications were very poor. Both brothers were talented and both studied hard. However, compared to the Zheng family, they were probably a little worse than those of the Zheng family. It would be impossible not to admit it. For example, when she entered the capital, her official name was even handed over some people to date. People stayed in the temple and didn't come out. If they failed this time, please advise the official to work harder.

The people from Zhengjiazhuang also rose up.

The aunt said to Cui Xian: "Miss of the Cui family, let's go and burn incense today."

"Okay, when will I go?"

"Can you do it in the afternoon?"

"Good afternoon, warm in the afternoon. The aunt's health is important."

"You, a little man, a big devil," But the aunt was very happy when she spoke, and asked again: "Miss Cui, do you think the provincial examination will begin?"

"No other situation, it has begun."

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid something will happen. I'll give up again this year's provincial examination, but I'm afraid that if..."

"Auntie, don't worry. If the edict is not issued, there will be problems. If the edict is issued, it will definitely be held. Zheng Lang doesn't have to worry. He will definitely be in high school." After comforting for a while, he accompanied Erlang to the workshop. But Cui Xian looked at it very carefully and even asked about how the loom was made.

Huan'er asked in confusion: "Miss, do you ask what the loom is made of?"

You can learn embroidery, but you won’t have to make a loom in the future.

"You don't understand. Zheng Lang wants to go to Jiangnan, but I don't know what can help him. I happened to come to Zhengjiazhuang to learn some female red and embroidery. I heard that Jiangnan's textile craftsmanship is backward than Hebei and Henan. Maybe I will bring the craftsmanship over there, which will be helpful to Zheng Lang's political achievements."

"Miss, you are so nice to him..."

"What should I do? He is light on the surface, but he is actually very strong. I can only give in to it."

Huan'er covered her mouth and laughed.

"Aren't I said it?"

"Yes - the little lady."

"But for some reason, I was worried, if I didn't get the exam..." I didn't dare to say the words behind, and then looked at the things, and the red sun rose higher and higher.

...

All the students started to get up. The daily necessities were prepared by themselves, but the beds were from the court. The court also served three meals a day, but it was very simple. If the family was in good condition, there were military soldiers in the tribute courtyard who sold inkstone water, snacks, rice, tea and wine, and vegetables. The court could not help it. From this point, it can be seen that the development of business in the Song Dynasty was revealed.

Start washing.

Zheng Lang was so amused that he saw that at least nine out of ten people were using toothbrushes. Not only that, he rarely went out. He heard Xing'er say something that many students imitated him and bought a piano. Once they had supper, the sound of the piano sounded in the inn.

How many people play beautiful songs, it makes people doubt it, but it makes the price of pianos in the capital expensive, making it hard to find a good piano.

Many people kept saying hello to Zheng Lang, and they could refuse in the temple, but it was hard to refuse here, so they returned the favor one by one. A student said, "This time Jie Yuan is likely to win the Yuan Dynasty."

"Don't, it's great if you can win. Save the dollar, I dare not think about it."

"Xie Yuan is humble."

"Fai is humble. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, but you need to work hard in daily life. When the water is available, the canal will be completed."

"Yes..." This candidate was confused. Many candidates came in and accumulated over three or four years. There were not dozens or hundreds of candidates in that state to take the exam? Some candidates were full of confidence, while others were worried. There were a few, like Chai Keming, who knew that they were purely coming to make soy sauce, but they had no psychological burden. This candidate was the former, and those with this expression were probably not optimistic.

The soldiers came to deliver breakfast, a large porcelain bowl of porridge with a few salted radish sticks inside. Zheng Lang held the bowl, looked at the porridge, then looked at the corridor, and said, "Brother Soldier, I'll give me two meat buns."

"Xie Yuan, come."

"How much?"

"Twenty cents."

It’s expensive! But the old man said, “But Jie Yuan doesn’t have to pay, eating small buns is a small honor.”

"That won't work, you have to support your family."

"Xie Yuan, don't mention money. Those who are less likely to withdraw money will be unhappy. Do you remember what you said when you were beaten a few years ago? It warmed our hearts." The old servant said. That is, Zheng Lang said a few fair words to the soldiers that day.

"How can this be done?"

"You're welcome, really."

Zheng Lang had no choice but to eat it. In fact, he really didn't care about the ten cents and didn't charge it. Instead, he was very uneasy to eat it, and it was a very expensive bun for ten cents.

The sun rose, bringing heat to the heaven and earth.

All the students flocked to the bamboo gate of Gongyuan, waiting for release here, and then entered the Wucheng King Temple, which is the temple commemorating Jiang Ziya. Most provincial examinations were held here in the early Northern Song Dynasty, and occasionally they borrowed Taichang Temple and Imperial College as temporary examination rooms. Like the current exams, they are the product of the failure to further improve the imperial examination system.

I couldn't tell it when I was dispersed. Now I got together and realized how many prizes there were. I couldn't count them at first sight, and I didn't know how many thousand or nearly ten thousand prizes it was. The two brothers saw Zheng Lang and quickly squeezed over. At least at this moment, they were equal. The elder brothers were old-fashioned, and the third brothers were second to enter the palace, but the expressions on their faces were still very nervous.

"Brother, third brother, don't be afraid. Remember it well. The more relaxed you feel, the better you can get in the exam."

"Um."

"Also, remember what I said. The more you answer the paper, the greater the hope of passing the exam."

"Dalang, we have also inquired about it. Not only Zhang Zhigong, but Zheng Xueshou is a kind person. Xu Xueshou is Ouyang Xiu's Taishan, but it is mostly inconsistent with his son-in-law's political views and is conservative and peaceful. The Song Dynasty (Song Jiao is Song Yang) was also a loyal person. Only Li Xueshou was alert."

You can't just ask one person. Most of the exam questions are like chapters. When you mark the paper, you can read them together. God knows whose hands your paper falls into?

Zheng Lang chuckled in a low voice.

The third brother-in-law said, "Dalang, how could I come up with this idea?"

"You guys, this is a bad guy. I thought about it for you, and it may not be of much help to me." It's not that Zhang Dexiang is the chief examiner, and you have to be honest in the exam paper. If you want to be innovative or radical, you won't be too late to play in the future, so you can't try it on the exam paper. It seems that Wang An in history was removed from the top scorer because of this.

"So that's it," the two brother-in-law were ashamed. They thought to themselves, with their younger brother-in-law's talent, why bother to study these little stolen doors?

Another group of people came over, and it was brought by Sun Gu. More than a dozen people greeted him politely.

Zheng Lang looked slightly, but when Sun Gu introduced him, Zheng Lang was still very surprised. Some people Zheng Lang didn't know, but a few of them surprised Zheng Lang. The first one was Zhang Fangping!

Hearing these three words, Zheng Lang was slightly lost. It turns out that there were many talents. This class was worse than the previous and next classes. This great god even came. He did not show his face and bowed, "I have seen Brother An Dao."

"I've met Zheng Jieyuan."

After returning the favor to each other, Zheng Lang looked at the person again. He was nearly thirty years old and looked heroic. Then he thought of his own student outside. I wonder if the two would meet at this time?

Next, another person attracted Zheng Lang's attention, Cai Ting! This person was very powerful in the northwest and fought against the invasion of the Western Xia many times. There were two other Cai, one was Cai Xiang's younger brother Cai Gao. Later, he believed in Christianity and was also very talented, but unfortunately he died early. I don't know why he died, but now he looks very malnourished. The other is Cai Kang, another minister who will be very capable in the future. There is another person, Su Jian, a student from Jinjiang.

Zheng Lang saluted again with respect: "I have met Brother Su."

This man was only eighteen years old, but in the future he was a famous martyr in the Northern Song Dynasty. He shouted out that I would not die from the enemy, and would rather commit suicide than die from the hands of the Vietnamese invaders.

In fact, in addition to these people, Zhang Mo and others also passed the Jinshi in this class and achieved great success in the political arena of the Song Dynasty later. But overall, this class of scientific examinations was not as bright as the stars. The bamboo gate arrived, and another acquaintance came towards him.

Liu Yong bowed and said, "I have met Jie Yuan."

He hasn't seen him for several years, and he is even more aware of his lyrics. Even Zheng Lang often heard people singing his long and short sentences in Zhengzhou.

Thinking of his life, Zheng Lang's heart softened again and said, "I've seen Brother Sanbian, can you listen to me?"

"Please give me some advice."

"Don't dare," Zheng Lang pushed his arched hand away. In a sense, this was the first great god he had ever seen in this world. He was a little excited at that time. It was not until later that he saw too many gods and ghosts that he gradually got used to it. He said, "Brother Sanbian will definitely be in high school this time."

Liu Sanbian shook his head miserably on his face.

"Do you have to endure the fame and change the sing of the light, or do you have a political act?"

This tragic ghost, who failed the exam last time, wrote a poem in anger. He lost his hope on the gold list. How can he go to the wise men in the Ming Dynasty? He failed in a desperate situation and was not arrogant and frantically? Why do you need to talk about the loss of destruction? A talented poet is a white-clothed minister. He is a barely-clothed minister. He is a barely-clothed painting. Fortunately, he is a person who is interested in searching. He is so snuggling with the red and green, and has a romantic life. He is always a reward for youth. He is willing to exchange his fame for a simple and simple singing!

It was this song "Crane Climbing the Sky" that made him even more miserable.
To be continued...