A piece of paper

Xian Jinzheng was holding a small book in his left hand and a reed pen in his right, listening carefully to his mentor's teachings.

The guide taught her and burned the papers in a temple.

Xian Jin nodded earnestly and subconsciously raised his head to ask, which temple and bodhisattva are the best to find.

When he looked up, he saw Qiao Shanchang slumped on the teacher's chair with a face full of despair.

Ok.

It seems that Daoer was hurt by her article a lot.

Xian Jin silently put down the notebook and reed pen, and bowed his head like a quail to listen to the training.

Qiao Fangzhi saw that Xianjin lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye, he didn't talk back or struggle at all, he was fully prepared to listen to the training mentally and behaviorally, took a deep breath, "Let's not talk about you, you soft shrimp Words, not to mention empty ideas, not to mention strange empty layouts."

What are we talking about?
Xian Jin lowered his head and scratched his ears.

There is a kind of bravery that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water - anyone who has been tortured by the director for three years should also have the trait of not changing face even if Taishan scolds you to death.

This cheek is not born in the womb, it is purely worn by time.

But Xian Jin didn't expect it, the one who enjoyed the results of her thick skin was actually Qiao Daoer from a different time and space thousands of years ago.

Qiao Fangzhi slapped the table with his knuckles, "I'll teach you Zuo Zhuan, what did you read?" Qiao Fangzhi squinted his eyes, held Xianjin's paper far away, and read it, " What else is there about the Zhou Dynasty’s habit of using a tripod to stew food, and the secret of the continuation of the Zhou Dynasty’s six rites of marriage? Talk about war and peace?”

Qiao Fangzhi only felt his mouth burn when he read it.

"Letting you read history is to teach you the secret art of seeing the leopard from the inside, seeing the big from the small, looking at the economy, political views, and the prosperity and change of dynasties from history books."

"What did your paper say?"

"Dingshi stewed food is easier to retain the original flavor, but it tends to taste weak, lack of oil and less meaty after long-term consumption"

Qiao Fangzhi chose the most thought-provoking sentence, resisted the consequences of dirty mouth, and read it out.

Goodness him.

Who is such a good person to write policy theory like this!Which good person would use the word "bad mouth" in policy theory!

Xian Jin blinked in confusion.

Didn't you teach her to write these?

"I don't take the imperial examination," Xian Jin subconsciously replied, "I'm a woman, so I can't take the imperial examination."

Political views, the prosperity of the dynasty, the economy, the people, and water conservancy repairs. These are far away from her. Xian Jin is a little at a loss, "I thought you taught me, but just"

It's just a matter of convenience.
Qiao Fangzhi put the paper on the table, squinted his eyes to take a deep look at Xianjin, and said softly, "Wen Zong's court master of Gu'an County defeated the Northwest Army with three thousand cavalry. After being in charge of the family, he still leads the real job of the Xiaoqi camp;”

"Currently, Princess Bai'an has risen from the Northwest Guard, leading [-] cavalry to break the siege of Baiqiu, and supporting her younger brother to continue to firmly control the Great Wei after Emperor Xun;"

"The current chieftain of Miaojiang is also a woman. She is only 27 years old now, and she has gradually ruled the Southwestern Yi. The thirteen female officials under her command are capable in politics, economics, learning, foundation, etiquette, soldiers, and officials."

"They are all women."

Qiao Fangzhi glanced at the paper, "Think about it yourself, would these people's impressions after reading Zuo Zhuan be about weddings, funerals, sacrifices, and meals?"

Xian Jin froze in place.

Qiao Fangzhi sighed lightly, "You may not have a chance, but you can't. If you don't, how will you deal with yourself when the opportunity comes?"

With a complicated expression, Xian Jin followed Qiao Fangzhi's gaze and looked at his paper on the table, his throat moved slightly, guilt, gratitude, and fear

Qiao Fangzhi said again, "Let's think about it differently. Governing a big country is like cooking a small fish. Everything is connected. Governing a country, being the head of one of the six ministries, and managing two workshops of three shops, if you think about it carefully, is Not the same thing?"

"People, money, things, strategies, opponents." Qiao Fangzhi crushed the thoughts in his heart like dissecting a sparrow, and put them in front of Xian Jin. It’s the same for Shang Shu’s face-to-face, Zuo just plays with people more carefully, has more turnover in his hands, and has a wider range of cards to win and lose.”

Xian Jin picked up his small notebook again and wrote down honestly.

Joe Fangzhi nodded in satisfaction.

Although the closed-door female disciples have poor background and poor manuscripts, they still have the advantage of being diligent and studious.

Qiao Fangzhi said a few more words about the similarities and contradictions between business and politics, and then he took a four-fold paper from behind and handed it to Xian Jin.

Oh, old track.

Exchange answer sheets with Qiao Hui.

The main reason is to make her feel ashamed under Qiao Dahui's wise and wise.

"Your share, I'll show it to Bao Yuan. Threesomes must have my teacher. Although it is dross, there are still some advantages in using words and sentences that are not vulgar."

Qiao Fangzhi lowered his head and took a sip of Fuding white tea, pursed his lips, and said, "In October, I will go to Yingtian Mansion, and when I come back, I will see your notes on "Wei-zheng"."

Yingtianfu is the capital of South Zhili.

Xian Jin answered "Yes". As a disciple who is not very good at academics and mainly relies on dealing with people to please his mentor, Xian Jin expressed his sincere concern for his mentor at the right time, "Why are you going to Yingtian Mansion?"

Qiao Fangzhi's expression was indifferent, "I don't know, Mr. Fu Yin has an order, how dare I refuse to obey?"

Hmm. It's weird.
It seems that he has opinions on the court.

Weidao resigned three times.

Xian Jin swayed his non-existent tail and said with a smile, "Look at what you said, when you didn't step down, you were appointed as the Secretary of the General Administration, and now you are full of peaches and plums. If you count by the number of scientific examinations, the governor My lord may respectfully call you a brother!"

The right counselor of the Tongzheng Secretary is a high-ranking official, Ying Tianfu Yin refers to the magistrate, he can be regarded as a city-level leader, but because he is an official in the capital of Nanzhili, he is qualified to be on an equal footing with the Tongzheng Secretary.

Xian Jin's flattery more or less made up for his lack of academic level.

Qiao Fangzhi laughed, "Senior brother, what kind of brother! His senior brother is Mr. Li Ge! I can't afford to be a hard-working teacher!"

He waved his hand again to dismiss the matter, and casually asked Xian Jin about the recent affairs in the store. Hearing Xian Jin talk about the marriage between the Cui family and the Chen family, he said without frowning, "Although Cui Heng is utilitarian, , it’s not that he would do such a nasty thing, it’s probably his own mother who used the name of her son’s county magistrate to act recklessly.”

Qiao Fangzhi said again, "Since you and Erlang have taken over this matter, you must find a suitable marriage for your sister, and you must not give up halfway and end up anticlimactic."

Good guide, even cares about his disciple's constipation.

Xian Jin answered "Yes" solemnly, holding Qiao Huiqiao's smart paper in his hand, left the tutor's office, and went to the thatched study.

All the way through pine forests and cypresses, there are many scholars in plain clothes.

Probably because the food in the mountain courtyard is good, and all the young people are tall and tall, with good faces.

Xian Jin went all the way, as if entering a boys' school filled with hormones.

and many more.

Boys School.

Scholar.

A tall, well-proportioned scholar.

This. This. Where is Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard!

This is clearly "Chen Zuoniang's back-up husband fish pond"!

Xian Jin's eyes lit up suddenly, and he was just about to roll up his sleeves for a big fight, but he heard a familiar clear and stupid voice behind him.

"Gold! Gold!"

There is another one tomorrow, so I will change it today ~ code words to change my mind ~