A piece of paper

They all got to the point.

Magistrate Xiong smiled. His fair and chubby face looked well-maintained, with no fine lines at all. "This paper has a long story to tell."

Xianjin obediently brought a small stool for himself, held the almond cheese in his hands meekly, and while eating, told the waiter next to him to bring another plate of filling cakes, and then smiled at Magistrate Xiong as he should, "Come out. It’s urgent, I haven’t eaten yet.”

Magistrate Xiong: This girl really doesn’t recognize life.
Magistrate Xiong paused and continued, "The paper originally used for the Autumn Wei Township Examination and the Spring Wei Examination, that is, the Wen Wei roll paper I just mentioned, was originally issued by the imperial court and used Jiajiang bamboo paper. Later, it was used in the southeast When the Japanese and southwestern frontiers were in turmoil, the imperial court calculated that if the carriage and horse expenses were saved, it would be a small amount in one or two years, but it would be a large amount of money in ten or twenty years."

Xianjin nodded, "So now each country has to deal with its own exam paper."

Magistrate Xiong then elaborated on the core of the matter, "So, Master Tixue is almost the final word on whose paper will be used within Nanzhili."

Of course, if he encounters a sudden encounter or asks for advice from his colleagues, it will be up to Wang Jianfu to find a balance.

Magistrate Xiong did not say the last words out loud to avoid putting too much pressure on the little girl in front of him who was eating and listening.

"As for the paper you asked about the required paper, I can only tell you that this year's Qiu Wei is an additional enke. It is not clear why it is required. Maybe it is because of the southeast."

Magistrate Xiong stopped talking and said, "Last autumn, the number of dormitories in Nanzhili Gongyuan was numbered [-]."

Xian Jin’s hand holding the almond cheese shook.

What?
what?

Will more than 2 people take one exam?
Magistrate Xiong laughed, quite proudly, "South Zhili Gongyuan has another name, Jiangnan Gongyuan, which includes scholars from Jiangsu and Huizhou - the proportion of officials from Jiangnan in the past dynasties, I don't need to tell you anymore Tell me more!"

This. This is definitely...
Since the Song Dynasty, officials from Jiangnan cannot be said to occupy half of the country, but can only be called kings and hegemons.
At its peak, there were nine cabinet members, 11 of whom were from Jiangnan. You ask, why are there two more?

One of them was a non-staff member who was transferred to the cabinet from the Sixth Department, which was equivalent to not having a staff to crack down on illegal workers. He was just waiting for a certain current cabinet boss to burp, and he would immediately take over;

There is another one who is an assistant to a deaf and mute cabinet minister. He writes things for the cabinet minister and says he is helping. No one knows whether the content of the writing and the decision are actually the cabinet minister’s or his. It is equivalent to the secretary being in charge.
There is an unwritten rule in this world: the richer you are, the richer you will get from generation to generation, and the poorer you are, the poorer you will be from generation to generation.

This rule is applicable to any era.

Officials born in the south of the Yangtze River stand on the legacy built by their predecessors and stand higher than others from the starting point.

Far off.

Xian Jin swallowed the almond cheese in his mouth and scratched his scalp, "Twenty thousand people are rushing to take the exam. How many papers do we need for one exam?"

Magistrate Xiong said cheerfully, "Two four-foot-long announcements, one as a draft and one as a formal paper, but both need to be recycled."

For 2 people, each person has two pieces of four-foot xuan, which is [-] pieces of paper, which is four hundred dollars.

Calculated at eight hundred yuan per dollar, that’s a business of 320 taels.

But everyone knows.

This is not just 320 taels.

Once she wins this business, 300 taels, 3000 taels, or even 3 taels are all beckoning to her!

Xianjin was suddenly filled with passion, and the hand holding the almond cheese almost crushed the porcelain bowl!

Oh shit!

Gotta do it!

This business needs to be done!When Magistrate Xiong raised his head, he saw that the fire in Xianjin's eyes was like two flaming clouds, reflecting a plain white and thin little face with great vitality, making it clear that God will kill God if he blocks it, and Buddha will kill Buddha if he blocks Buddha.

Governor Xiong suddenly understood why Qiao Fangzhi, an old man who was extremely afraid of trouble, was so partial to this little girl.

Magistrate Xiong squinted his eyes and looked at this girl from the perspective of a male elder: her appearance is naturally good, and she is not ashamed even in the entire Xuancheng Mansion;
She is very tall, which is rare in the south. It is said that this girl's mother escaped from Qingzhou in the north, which can explain her height;
The brain, not to mention the brain, is very smart;
Courage is brighter than brain;
As for the parentage that the old wife was most worried about... there was no hindrance. When Lao Qiao came back, he coaxed Lao Qiao to adopt this girl as his adopted daughter, not to mention the daughter of his Xiong family, but also the legitimate second son of Ying Tianfu Yin. Worthy.

Hey hey hey.

Magistrate Xiong clapped his hands, and the boy next to him took out a wooden box and handed it to Xianjin respectfully with both hands.

"Take a look at the test papers from previous years."

Xian Jin opened it and touched it.

It's definitely Jiajiang bamboo paper.

Regardless of the hype and criticism of later generations, rice paper is indeed better in terms of exquisiteness, cotton silk, and inheritance. Bamboo paper is better because it is tough, easy to obtain, has a short production cycle, and has a low production cost. They are both good papers, but they are only made from soil and water. That’s all.

Xianjin nodded, feeling confident. He closed the wooden box and raised his head, "Sir, can I take it back and study it carefully?"

Magistrate Xiong waved his hand, "It's a trivial matter."

Xianjin nodded gratefully and finished eating the almond cheese. Xianjin asked a few more questions about the situation in autumn this year.

Magistrate Xiong answered as he was told, then suddenly remembered something and said vaguely, "The people in power today have a solemn and cold temperament, and are extremely disgusted with cases of favoritism and fraud. When you make the paper, take this into consideration in advance."

Xian Jin raised his eyebrows: The people in power today...?

Isn’t he Emperor Zhaode?
No way?
When the emperor mourns, the whole court must mourn.

Could it be that the people in charge of the cabinet have changed?
Xian Jin wanted to ask, but had an intuition that Magistrate Xiong might not tell her. He scratched his head, wrote down the information first, and prepared to leave.
Magistrate Xiong saw that Xianjin had finished a plate of pastries, and asked the boy to pack a food box. He looked sideways and asked casually, "See if Sanlang is at home? If he is fine, ask him to come over and see off the guests."

He turned around and explained to Xianjin, "I have a lot on my hands. My wife has returned to her parents' home. I'll ask Sanlang to take you back."

Xian Jin said "Oh" and said awkwardly, "No need to send it off. I came by mule cart. I hugged my knees and sat on the open board. It's fine, Mr. Sanlang."

In Magistrate Xiong's mind, he pictured his young son, who was always delicate and clean, holding his hair in his hands, sitting on a board with a mule walking in front of him, and accepting the probing gazes of people from both sides of the river behind him.
Well, forget it for today.

He wanted to get married, not enmity.

Magistrate Xiong waved his hand.

Xian Jin hurriedly hugged the wooden box and ran away.

Turning the corner, there was no mule trailer, just a lock waiting here.

Xianjin's face darkened, and he walked towards the east end of the city.

Suo'er quickly caught up, not asking where he was going, he just followed.

He showed long legs and walked fast. After a while, he stopped at the door of a shop in the east end of the city. As soon as he entered, he said in a deep voice, "Where are you Hengda girls?"

This was yesterday, and tonight is today.