I go to the ancient imperial examinations

Chapter 6 Recitation Progress
Yin Wuyan continued to read as the lights were bright, but he didn't seem to hear the overly excited words of the young man.

After waiting for a long time without waiting for a response, the young man rubbed his face with a stiff smile, and it was his own stupidity!It is already a red rain for the seventh master to open his mouth. Do you still expect the cold-hearted seventh master to lend a helping hand to help a fat girl?

As time passed, there was only the slight sound of pages turning over in the guest room. Seeing this, the young man hurriedly picked the candle wick, and the guest room was a little brighter.

"Chen Weibin, magistrate of Shangsi County, is a second year jinshi of Daqing, and his teacher is Liu Jian, the censor of Zuodu." Yin Wuyan's hoarse voice broke the silence of the guest room.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and when it came to business, he also restrained the gossip on his face, and replied in a serious tone: "Yes, the Ministry of Personnel has passed the exam twice in a row, and it is clear that Liu Jian is the stubborn old man who is holding back Chen Weibin's promotion!"

Local officials in the Daqing Dynasty served a term of three years and were handed over to the Ministry of Personnel for inspection. The results of the inspection were divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower grades, which determined the promotion and retention of local officials.

Chen Weibin has been in Shangsi County for the seventh year, and his political achievements are remarkable. It stands to reason that even if he is not promoted, he should be transferred to other major counties. Unfortunately, he is only a seventh-rank county magistrate, while his teacher Liu Jian is a second-rank official.

At the Golden Luan Palace, Chen Weibin blatantly sang against the teacher, and made Liu Jian vomit blood and fainted. Not to mention being suppressed for seven years, it is normal to be suppressed for 17 years.

Even if Liu Jian was appointed to office, there was still Liu Changyuan, the eldest son of the Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Personnel, in the court. Chen Weibin was afraid that he would die in the position of Shangsi county magistrate.

Yin Wuyan's slender fingers tapped on the table, his young face was pale, and his voice was even more cold and ruthless, "The newly appointed prefect of Nanxuan is married to the daughter of the Kong family."

"Uh..." The young man blinked in a daze, what does the seventh master mean?
I wanted to ask, but the seventh master of his own was already focused on reading the book. The young man frowned and racked his brains to think. After a long time, the young man's eyes lit up, "Seven masters, I understand, I'll just do this. Go do it!"

"Noisy!" The icy expulsion sounded, Yin Wuyan swept his eyes coldly, the young man smiled cheekily, opened the window, and the tall figure suddenly disappeared into the night.

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In the evening, the chimneys of every household in Jinlin Village were already emitting green smoke, and the sound of a book was heard through the walls of Zhan's house, causing the villagers passing by to look at them and talking about the endorsement of the three children of Zhan's family in the competition.

"The smell of mutton and coke is fragrant and rotten. These five odors are smelled by the nose. The leather leather..." Saburo's voice became smaller and smaller, he took a breath, stretched his neck and looked towards the kitchen where the smell of rice was wafting, stammering. Repetition of: "Laotu leather... leather..."

"Ge your head, you're a pig, you know how to eat and eat all day long!" Zhan Dalang slapped Zhan Saburo's head with an annoyed slap.

The big characters and recitations that Master Lin arranges every day has not been completed. As a result, he still has to spare half an hour to teach Zhan Feiyu three. That's all. Xiao Yao also asked Zhan Dalang to secretly teach his younger son to recite half of them every night. time.

It's only been three days, and Zhan Dalang has long been impatient, but Zhan Saburo doesn't have much to say about Zhan Feiyu and Erlang, and they are not as smooth as the two of them. When he thinks of his parents' words, Zhan Dalang breathes fire. Staring at the useless stupid brother angrily.

Zhan Saburo was hungry and shriveled, and was slapped again. He pushed Zhan Dalang away angrily, and ran away shouting, "I won't carry it, I won't carry it!"

"Laotu leather, wood, stone and gold. Silk and bamboo are eight tones. It is said to go up, and it is said to go in. These four tones should be coordinated... Brother, I can recite it." Zhan Erlang finished this paragraph skillfully.

Different from Zhan Dalang's eyes above the top and impatience, and Zhan Saburo's accustomed temperament to wild and naughty, Zhan Erlang is simple and honest, has a good memory, and is also smart. The progress of recitation in the past three days has already surpassed that of Xiaozao. Saburo.

Seeing that Brother Tang ignored the second cousin, Zhan Feiyu smiled at Erlang, and then recited: "Great-great-grandfather Gao, the father is the body... The elder brother is a friend, the younger brother is respectful. The elder and the younger are friends, friends and friends. Jun respects. , ministers are loyal. These ten righteousnesses are shared by people. Be a teacher, don’t go against it…”

"Okay, you can recite it yourself, I'm going to finish the homework assigned by Master Lin." Zhan Dalang glanced gloomily at Zhan Feiyu and Zhan Erlang, turned and walked to the study, the jealous look on his face was concealed I can't stop, if I have such a good memory, I don't need to be afraid of Master Lin's back.

In the kitchen, the three daughters-in-law of the Zhan family were all busy on the stove, but their ears were pricked to listen to the recitation outside.

Xiao Yao couldn't maintain his usual hypocrisy, so he stuffed a piece of firewood into the stove with a dark face, wishing he could rush out to grab and beat the young son who ran away.

Mr. Ma put down the kitchen knife, put the cut sweet potato vines in the pot, glanced at Mrs. Yao triumphantly, and deliberately raised his voice to boast: "Sister-in-law, Xiaoyu has a good memory, but my Erlang is not bad."

The fire in the stove was burning vigorously, and the pan would be scorched after frying for a while. Mr. Li quickly stirred the green peppers a few times and put them on the plate. He added with a smile, "Xiaoyu speaks early, remembers things early."

"Yeah, I think this time, Xiaoyu will definitely win." Xiao Yao said with a smile, his gloomy eyes filled with ridicule, no matter how smart he is, he is not a fool!
There are still two grandchildren in the Zhan family, so it's not the girl's turn to go to the private school!Zhan Feiyu, it's no use if this dead girl wins!

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao's chest relaxed a bit, but when he thought of the ineffective young son, his old face became longer.

Ma was mentioned by the third son of Zhan before, and his Erlang is much stronger than Saburo, and Xiaoyu is a girl, and it must be Erlang who finally went to the private school.

Thinking of this, Ma Shi suddenly regained his energy and chopped the kitchen knife with a bang, "Sister-in-law, take a break, I'll do the rest."

"No, there's only one dish left." Thinking of Ma Shi's cooking skills that pigs don't even eat, Li Shi quickly washed the pot, not intending to let her spoil the food.

The farming has been busy, and there is nothing to do in the fields. The old man Zhan is resting at home. The third Zhan slipped out to play early in the morning and didn't come back for dinner at noon. So the elder Zhan worked tirelessly in the fields until the sun went down. The three brothers met at the gate.

"Second brother, where did you go to? Don't you know how to go to the field to help eldest brother?" Second brother Zhan, who got off the ox cart, took the air of his elder brother and taught third third Zhan a few words.

The naughty third Zhan smiled cheekily, "There's not much to do in the field, eldest brother is enough for one person." After speaking, he ran into the yard like a wild monkey.

The second child Zhan turned to look at the elder Zhan, with a respectful and concerned attitude, "Brother, don't be used to the third child, you should scold when you need to scold, Erlang has reached the age of studying, he is not old enough to be a father. Like a big hairy boy."

"It's okay, I can do it." Boss Zhan said indifferently, but the second brother, the younger brother, cared about him, and Boss Zhan was also happy, but his face was always cold and he couldn't see any emotional changes.

(End of this chapter)