Xiangye

Chapter 162 Huang Wei's Preparation

This Mr. Zhu is exactly the gunman that Huang Wei prepared in advance.

Although Huang Wei is also a scholar, he is not a material for studying.Passing the college examination back then was already a bitter experience. After more than ten years as a master, I returned the "Four Books" and "Five Classics" to my husband. Now asking him to write an essay by himself is simply killing me.

There is no other way but to prepare the model essays in advance and memorize them before entering the examination room.

Speaking of which, Mr. Zhu is also a talented man. He was originally from Hanzhong. He was enlightened at the age of six, passed the county examination at the age of ten, and was awarded the title of scholar at the age of sixteen. .

It's a pity that Mr. Zhu broke his leg in an accident before the provincial examination, which completely cut off his way forward.

As a disabled person, you naturally cannot take the imperial examination to be an official, and the Ming Dynasty did not have a social security system such as later generations.

Mr. Zhu's family was originally poor and cold, unable to study and become an official, and his livelihood was cut off, so he fell into poverty.There was no other way, so I went around playing the autumn wind, relying on friends to help me out.When it comes to exams, I also act as a gunman for others and write model essays to earn some money.However, a heart to read has not died.

When I get old, the articles are written more and more sophisticatedly.

Huang Wei had also heard of this man's reputation and knew his methods.In addition, Mr. Zhu is from Hanzhong, and few people in Xi'an know him, so he paid money to invite him here.

Old Mr. Zhu ate his food and used his food in the city, and now it finally comes in handy.

Not long after, Huang Wei's subordinates invited a thin and small old man with a cane over.

This Mr. Zhu was about sixty years old, and he was dressed in rags. He looked like a hozen, and he probably weighed less than ninety catties.However, he was very energetic. When he entered Huang Wei's study room, he didn't look at anyone. His eyes fell directly on the shelf of books, his eyes brightened, and he clicked his tongue: "So many books, the binding is really good... Hey, this is The version of Baowentang... This is the "Shangshu" engraved by Neishutang. It is not bad. Many of the eunuchs in the house are also educated, so you should not take it lightly... Beautiful, so beautiful, these books are in our Shaanxi It's not easy to see!"

Huang Wei: "Mr. Zhu, if you like it, just choose a few books and take them home."

Mr. Zhu suddenly looked at Huang Wei vigilantly: "I don't want your book."

Huang Wei smiled and said, "I'll give you whatever book the old man likes."

Mr. Zhu: "Don't you want to deduct my embellishing pen?"

Huang Wei: "No deduction, no deduction, the money that should be given to you will not be less."

Mr. Zhu was overjoyed: "That's a good relationship." He took out a book, ignored others, and buried himself in reading. It was like a glutton who has been hungry for several days seeing a pot of delicious braised pork.

Huang Wei knew that he had this kind of temper, so he didn't think he was disobedient, turned away from the left and right, polished the inkstone, and said: "Mr. Zhu, I got two questions, and I would like to ask you to help me write two model essays."

Mr. Zhu: "Whoever has the patience to write, this book is interesting. I'll read it first. You name the topic, and I'll read it to you. You can just copy it out and memorize it by heart."

Huang Wei: "The first topic is "The Son Says on the River."

"This question is simple, it's really boring!" Old Master Zhu read aloud: "The Sacred Heart is infinite, and it moves suddenly because of where it is. The day and night are endless, and the dead are also infinite. When you are in the middle, why don't you know it?"

He came as soon as he opened his mouth, Huang Wei hurriedly collected his energy and took a pen to record quickly.The more I write, the more I am shocked: what a good article, this old master Zhu is really amazing.With his abilities, if he hadn't lost a leg, he might have been able to enter the Imperial Academy, maybe he would be a high official in the court now.What a pity, what a pity!

He can't write articles, but he is also a scholar.Although this fame came more than ten years ago, I still have a basic vision, and I naturally recognize Zhu Xiucai's strength and the benefits of this article.

In just a pot of tea, Mr. Zhu finished reading this [-]-word stereotyped essay.

After Huang Wei finished copying, he didn't dare to be careless, and checked the other vague points with Zhu Sheng.

Zhu Xiucai was very impatient, saying that there is nothing to ask about such a simple question, it is simply common sense, how do you read your book?

This scolding made Huang Wei's eyes flicker fiercely. If it was the past, he would have been rude to this old sour guy long ago, but now he can only endure it forcefully.He smiled apologetically and said, "The old man taught me that I have been entangled in mundane affairs all these years, and I haven't read for a long time. Then...Mr. Zhu, let's move on to the next question. The title is "Rise of the Rooster Crowing."

Zhu Xiucai shook his head: "What kind of topic is this? Why is it so simple?"

Huang Wei: "Mr. Zhu invited me, but can you read it more slowly, I can't understand your Hanzhong dialect."

Hanzhong is located in the south of the Qinling Mountains, geographically speaking, it is already in the south, and it is close to Sichuan. The local people's language and customs must have the taste of northern Sichuan.

"Ok."

This time Zhu Xiucai read very slowly, and it took him a long time to finish the article.Finally, he stood up and said, "Okay, Mr. Huang, I've got my silver, so I'll get some money soon, so I can go home."

Huang Wei opened the desk drawer and handed the 50 taels of official silver that he had prepared earlier to Zhu Xiucai: "Mr. Zhu has worked hard."

Seeing the money, Zhu Xiucai's cynical face was full of smiles.These days, articles are worthless. I used to write essays for a bookstore, and an article cost dozens of copperplates. It was difficult to make ends meet.Fortunately, there are two boy's exams every three years, and a township exam, which can help scholars to answer questions.Relying on my own means, I barely got some chewing.However, even if you write questions for others, an article is only one or two taels of silver. This man surnamed Huang is generous, and it is not in vain that he traveled all the way to Xi'an.

After getting the money, Mr. Zhu was about to leave, but Huang Wei suddenly blocked his way: "Mr. Zhu, wait a moment."

Zhu Xiucai thought that Huang Wei was going back on his word, so he was anxious: "Boss Huang, I still have something to do at home, so I can't delay it."

"Don't worry, old man. It's a long way from Xi'an to Hanzhong, and you won't be able to get there in ten and a half months. Your legs and feet are inconvenient. I've prepared a car and horse, and I'll see you off."

Zhu Xiucai was overjoyed: "I would like to thank Master Huang for that."

Huang Wei said politely: "It should, it should."

If he didn't have such a kind heart in normal times, he would feel more uneasy if Zhu Xiucai stayed in Xi'an for one more day because of the importance of the test questions in this year's provincial examination.This old scholar is so poor, we must prevent him from selling his goods to three companies. When the time comes, we will know that there are too many people taking the exam, and I, Huang Wei, still take the exam. It's better to send someone to send him away far away.

Not to mention sending them directly to Hanzhong, no matter what, they have to send someone to watch them for three or four days, and they can't let them go until they enter the Tribute Academy.

Looking at the back of Zhu Xiucai leaving, Huang Wei flicked his wrist that had been weakened by transcribing just now, and murmured: "I haven't written so many words for a long time, and I really don't feel used to it. Okay, there are still three days, and I will These two articles can be memorized by heart."

Looking at the ink-stained manuscript, he seemed to see a shining golden avenue reaching the sky.

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The night is already deep.

In the bookstore, "There should be no big difference between the past and the present. Why do we have to move it? The ancients...the ancients...the ancients...what is below?"

Huang Wei hurriedly turned his attention to the manuscript, glanced at it, and condensed his energy to recite again: "The ancients did not attack each other, so why must they continue. My heart is of course, there are people in my heart, and then I feel , my heart... my heart..."

I can't bear it anymore.

"Damn it, why is this word so hard to pronounce?" Huang Wei didn't know how many cups of strong tea he had drunk, and when he moved a little, his stomach gurgled.At the same time, there was a burst of panic in my heart, and my heartbeat seemed to be irregular.A kind of indescribable anger rose from my heart: "How can I let that Zhu go away, Zhiniang, the things written by this guy are just going around and around. Is this intentional so that I can't memorize it?"

Yes, it is undeniable that Zhu Xiucai's articles are naturally full of flowers and flowers, which makes people feel confused when reading.However, this kind of article is gorgeous, but it is not smooth.

It has been four hours since the article was finished, and Huang Wei is also a man with a strong heart.Immediately, I thanked the guests behind closed doors, and recited the two stereotyped articles over and over again. The problem was that after memorizing them for such a long time, not only did I fail to memorize them well, but my mind was also confused.

He has not read a book seriously for more than ten years, and he pays attention to peace of mind when studying and studying.After so many years of rolling in the world of mortals, a heart has long been covered with dust, how can the heart be stabilized.

Besides, this imperial examination was of great importance to him. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the murderous Master Xu and Gao Wen's face full of hatred.I saw the bloody test questions of Mei Liang and his son and Han Guizi.

"No, I have to pass the Juren examination. I want to leave Shaanxi. I have to leave. I want to grasp my own destiny!"

But why am I still so sleepy after drinking so much tea?

I am so tired.

It can't go on like this.

Huang Wei patted his face with his hands, making a crackling sound, but it was completely useless.

He gritted his teeth and put his palm on the candle flame.

Severe pain hit, mixed with the smell of burnt flesh, and cold sweat oozed from the vest.

"Haha, haha, happy, happy!" Huang Wei's distorted face covered with sweat beads the size of soybeans flickered in the light and shadow, looking extremely ferocious.

A subordinate ran in in panic: "Third Master, what's wrong with you/"

Only then did Huang Wei wake up, and retracted his hand, only to find that a large blister had been burned in his palm, which was excruciatingly painful.

Seeing that subordinate, he smiled with difficulty: "You seem to be literate?"

That subordinate: "Return to the words of the third master, and know better."

Huang Wei took a step forward, and said gloomyly: "Tell me, why is it so difficult to memorize this book, why is it so difficult?"

The subordinate was frightened by Huang Wei's expression, and backed away again and again: "I don't know, I don't know...ah%"

But it turned out that he had already retreated to the door, tripped over the threshold, and fell out on all fours.

Huang Wei laughed sharply: "Haha, haha, ****!"

The man got up in panic: "Third Master, why don't the villains bring you some midnight snacks."

"No, I don't eat anything." Huang Wei continued with a smile: "People want to sleep when they are full. I can't sleep, I can't sleep. Therefore, the sky will send a great mission to human beings. You must first work hard and work hard. Muscles and bones, starving his body and skin, emptying his body, and disturbing his actions, so he was tempted to endure and benefit what he couldn't do. I don't know how to eat this book until I know it by heart. Don't blame anyone who says more nonsense I'm so ruthless, get out!"

(End of this chapter)