high official

Chapter 28
　Seeing this name, Master Diao frowned. His impression of Wang Xian could be said to be extremely bad.

The dignified No. [-] person in the county should have had no interaction with a little rascal until one day more than a month ago, his daughter came back crying and said that she was humiliated by a little ruffian named Wang Er at the pier.The phrase 'a bitch is hypocritical', even though it was relayed by his daughter, he was still so angry that he vomited blood.

What is a bitch?Slave slaves are sluts!Mr. Diao is a dignified and scholarly family, an official appointed by the court, and his daughter is called a slut. How can he not be angry?It's just that he can't find trouble with a rogue, isn't that insulting himself?
If this is the only incident, it is not enough to make Master Diao gnash his teeth like this.There is another case, which is the unresolved execution room official!

Master Diao had already agreed to help his brother-in-law get this seat, but Sima Qiu wanted that dog too!

Master Diao was afraid of himself, he had to kneel on the washboard if he couldn't do business, so he refused to give in.In his opinion, Wei Zhixian must have given himself this face. Who knew that Sima Qiu had made a contribution recently, making Wei Zhixian very difficult to resolve, so this matter is there.

Master Diao found out from Wei Zhixian that the person Sima asked to recommend was Wang Xian!

You said how would he feel when he saw this name?
Closing the file with a cold face, Master Diao wanted to drive Wang Er away, but he didn't say anything, and felt that something was wrong. Am I asking Sima for something?What's more, Wang Ziyao couldn't help but give him face.

After pondering for a moment, he changed his mind again, "I heard that Wang Er is ignorant, why not give him a try and make him look ugly, and I will reject him with righteous words, so that Wang Lishu will lose face. Sima Qiu couldn't say anything. '

"Let him in." After making up his mind, Master Diao said in a deep voice.Hmph, if there is a way to heaven, if you don’t go, there is no way to hell!It should be in my hands, let's settle the old and new accounts together!

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a tall and thin young man, wearing an ill-fitting straight gown, with a fair complexion, delicate features, two big and bright eyes, not annoying at all.

'Sure enough, you can't judge a person by its cover. Master Diao thought to himself, and said expressionlessly, "You are Wang Xian?"

"The villain is right." After saluting, Wang Xian straightened up and said.

"The official office recommends you to be the book office. The book office requires good conduct, can write and count." Director Diao asked with a sneer, "Which one do you think you can take?"

Wang Ziyuan at the side couldn't help frowning when he heard the words, it was just a book office, and it was recommended by himself, so it was supposed to be a procedure.How can you hear what the surname Diao said, is it to show the rhythm of Wang Er's color?
He suddenly remembered the recent rumors that Master Diao and Master Sima had a dispute over a pawn, but what Wang Xian wanted was a book office, not the same thing at all!
"The villain dare not boast." Wang Xian replied neither humble nor overbearing: "But I have never violated the law, and I can write and count." Xin said, no matter how ugly I write, at least I can write. law to deny.

"It's a good one to avoid the important and take the light," Master Diao snorted coldly: "Why did I hear that you have always been idle and like to gamble?"

"My lord, it turns out that my father was unjustly imprisoned, and my family was implicated. At that time, the villain hit a wall everywhere, and I really didn't know what to do. As for the gambling, it has long been proven to be false, and the county magistrate has already cleared me."

Hearing his eloquence and secretly changing concepts, knowing that he couldn't hold him verbally, Master Diao snorted and said: "I don't care about your bad things, let's see the truth under my hands." After a pause, he said: "The scribe wants to help Officials deal with government affairs, so firstly they must write good handwriting, and secondly they must be proficient in law and arithmetic." He pointed to the table in the corner of the room and said: "The ready-made pen and paper, you can use the "Law of the Ming Dynasty" Write it down for me silently."

Wang Xian was sweating on his brow, how could he be able to memorize it because the Ming law is so thick?But when he heard that it was this article, he couldn't help being overjoyed. In order to convict He Chang, he did not know how many times he had read this article.But he was very calm, and he obeyed, so he took a pen and wrote:
'Anyone who sets up a strategy to lure a beloved, or sells a beloved as a slave, will stick one hundred and flow three thousand miles.For those who are wives, concubines and grandchildren, one hundred sticks and three years as apprentices..."

"Not only the text, but also the detailed rules below." Master Diao added.

Wang Xian cursed secretly, and had no choice but to continue writing: "If you buy a woman from a good family and resell it in the name of begging for a house, the crime is the same..." There are nine more items, he doesn't remember so clearly, he can only write roughly , but the meaning will not be wrong.

But as he was writing, he murmured in his heart, does this mastermind have any grudge against me?My father can't even write "Da Ming Law" silently, why is it so difficult for me?Fortunately, this is the one, if I changed it to something I didn't remember, wouldn't I just stare?
Master Diao sat behind the big case and couldn't see what Wang Xian wrote, but seeing that he had been writing, he knew that he had something to write.I couldn't help being a little surprised, I didn't expect this kid to really work hard.But the next math question is not something that can be achieved by rote memorization.

"The second question is an arithmetic problem. Listen carefully. Suppose a pawn shop lends a thousand qian, and the monthly interest is 750 qian. Today there is a lender of [-] qian, and it will return in nine days. What is the interest?"

"Six and three quarters." Wang Xian picked up his pen and calculated, and he came up with the answer. What could be more satisfying than taking his math test?
"Have you read "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic"?" Master Diao said incredulously, this kid can't be regarded as ignorant.

"No, the villain figured it out by himself." Wang Xian suddenly remembered that the "bitch is hypocritical" Ms. Diao on the pier a month and a half ago, wasn't she the daughter of the head of the county?
"Then you do another calculation." Master Diao remembered a poem he had read in his early years. He hadn't come up with an answer for many years, so he decided to use this to make Wang Xian difficult, and he cleared his throat and said, "The ancient temple is in the mountains. I don’t know how many monks there are in the monastery. 360 four bowls, see if it’s exhausted. Three people share a bowl of rice, and four people share a bowl of soup. Ask the person who knows how many monks there are in the temple.”

Wang Xian made a two-dimensional linear equation and calculated it, and then gave the answer: "620 four monks."

"You are not fooled, are you?" Seeing that he had an answer in the blink of an eye, Mr. Diao couldn't accept it.

"360 for four bowls, 150 bowls for rice, and [-] for six bowls for soup, you can do the math yourself." Wang Xian knew in his heart that this old bastard was deliberately embarrassing himself, seeing his surprised look In this way, you know that he himself can't!
Master Diao picked up a pen to calculate, but it wasn't exactly the number.Suddenly he asked suspiciously: "Have you read this question too?"

"No, the villain figured it out by himself." Wang Xian still had the same expression, but his heart was already cold.When I met such an old bastard who avenged public and private revenge, I just passed this level, how will I mess around in the yamen in the future?
"How is it possible..." Master Diao shook his head, and asked several difficult arithmetic problems one after another, all of which were easily solved by Wang Xian, so he was completely speechless...

Wang Ziyao on the side looked dumbfounded, and thought to himself that it's no wonder that boy Wang always runs to the casino, it turns out that his calculations are so good!

This kind of talent who can settle accounts is exactly what the county urgently needs, so he doesn't understand, why does Master Diao think that this kid is not pleasing to the eye?

"The next question, you write a poem for this pair of 'Huangshan Welcoming Pine'." Master Diao had no choice but to write poetry.He made a good plan, even if Wang Xian could compose poems, he could still let him compose essays, but he didn't believe that this kid could even write stereotyped essays.This is the advantage of mastering the initiative. For every test, there is always one thing he can't do.

"Third Master, there is no need for scribes to write poems." Even an old fox like Wang Ziyao couldn't help but say.

Master Diao glanced at Wang Ziyao, and said indifferently: "Wang Lishu's words are wrong. There is a saying that 'poetry expresses ambition'. I want to see his character."

"This..." Wang Ziyao had nothing to say, so he could only look at Wang Xian, hoping that he would continue to work hard and show his extraordinary accomplishments in poetry.

Wang Xian, however, was going to be depressed to death. As for what, it was just a civil servant test. If I could compose poetry, I would have gone to the scholar test a long time ago, and am I still here with you?If the old bastard wants me to die, just say it, why are you so disgusting?

But man is a knife and I am a fish. How can he say no to this situation?Wang Xian could only suppress the rambling evil fire in his heart and think about how to deal with it... He looked at the painting, which was a welcoming pine tree rooted on a cliff, and used his brain to recall the words he had memorized. poetry.

Speaking of which, Wang Xian has a lot of Tang poems and Song poems in his belly, but it is a pity that it is the Ming Dynasty...

The poets in the middle and late Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty were not well-known in the first place, and there are only a handful of famous works handed down from generation to generation.Wang Xian also wanted to find an ordinary poem to fool around, but who would memorize ordinary poems?So what he could remember were those famous works.

Seeing that he was finally stumped, Master Diao heaved a sigh of relief, and said that if he hadn't had a grudge with this kid, it would be more than enough for him to work as a household secretary.But who made you offend me?
Mr. Diao was about to say, 'You are not qualified, go back and continue working hard', but saw Wang Xian pick up the pen, not write on the paper, but put the pen in the blank space of his painting!
"Don't..." Mr. Diao suddenly raised his throat. It was his favorite painting, but before he could say the words, Wang Xian's pen had already fallen, and he began to write inscriptions. .

"What a stinky handwriting..." Seeing Wang Xian's handwriting, which was obviously a beginner's handwriting, Master Diao was going crazy: "Stop it!"

Although Wang Xian's handwriting is smelly, he writes very quickly.Master Diao didn't finish his sentence, he had already written the last sentence, threw away the pen, and looked back at Master Diao blankly.

"Who told you to write on it!" Master Diao's pale face was flushed with anger, and he shouted, "This is a famous painting of the Yuan Dynasty, and you just ruined it like this, ruined it!"

"It's the Master Registrar who said that you should write a poem for this pair of 'Huangshan Welcoming Pine'..." Wang Xian shrank his neck and said with a look of panic.

"Did I ask you to do the real thing? What kind of onion are you, dare to write on my painting?" Master Diao was furious, but his mind was clear.Now that the painting has been destroyed, what should be considered is to recover the loss, how to use this matter to make a fuss!Thinking of this, he got up and walked to the table, took off the painting, rolled it up in his hands and said, "Come on, follow me to the county magistrate!"
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