Into Unscientific

  Chapter 101 Didn’t fall from the sky this time

   A certain month and a certain day in a certain year.

  Bianjing City is quiet and serene.

  The half crescent moon in the eastern sky illuminates the rich palaces and dilapidated homestays.

  Someone was murmuring in the gentle dreamland.

  Some people stay up all night.

  The cold moonlight fell on the courtyard of Wutai, and a hunched figure held his hands behind his back, looking up at the starry sky.

  Life has been long for eighty years, at this moment, countless memory fragments are slowly flashing through his mind.

   crunch—

  The early-morning peddler pushed his wheelbarrow and walked forward while chattering and creaking.

  He got up half an hour earlier than yesterday, firmly believing that he would get a good position this time.

  As soon as he reached the entrance of the ceremony department, the hawker was surrounded by a huge crowd.

   "Is there any meat sandwiches in cured sauce?"

   "Do you have multigrain pancakes?"

   "Hot and sour rice noodles with rice noodles?"

   "Ramen noodles, sliced ​​noodles, hot dry noodles?"

   "Do you have Shaxian noodles?"

   "Xinqiu! Can't you see the signboard of Hu spicy soup?"

  The young peddler can't hear the accents of all over the world, but it doesn't affect his ability to shake the spoon.

   Facing the glaring faces of the diners, he also sneered and said:

   "There is no one else, but you are familiar with it."

  Everyone squatted at the door after filling their stomachs, and the cheers of singing the wind and changing the moon came and went.

  The peddler lowered his head to clean up the tables, chairs, dishes, and looked at them thoughtfully from time to time, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

  Many years ago, I was so bookish.

   As the saying goes.

  Whenever the sun rises, some people will be happy and some will be sad.

  The door of the Ministry of Rites slowly opened, and the clerk took the list to the bulletin board.

  The crowd followed closely like a magnet, as if drawn by an invisible force.

  They studied hard for decades, used their good years to practice words and sentences, and stirred up their talents and ideas between paper and pen, just for the sake of getting a title on the gold list one day.

  Today is the day when the imperial court will try to release the list.

  Among this group of scholars, there was a middle-aged man who read the list without saying a word, and tried his best to squeeze out from the crowd.

  The middle-aged man sat and rested at the hawker's booth, quietly watching the various living beings in front of him, but the peddlers around him didn't try to chase him away.

  The national examination is like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge, and if you slack off, it will become a foil.

   Only by entering the official admission list can one progress from a laborer to a laborer.

  This person successfully advanced, and more candidates put down their books and became a new generation of hawkers.

Four years later.

  He, was born.

  His father, that is, a middle-aged man, relied on a brush to write horizontally, from a local official to a member of the shrine department.

  With the increase in working age, it is not only income, but also a room full of books.

  It seems that he only cares about eating and growing his body, and he doesn't show any natural talent.

  Spending in the pile of books all day long, I haven't seen half of the full-score composition.

   Not to mention reciting Tang poetry at the age of three, learning English at the age of six, and sweeping the Mathematical Olympiad class at the age of nine

  He obviously couldn't catch up with the child prodigies, so he could only gnaw at each word.

  But maybe hard work makes up for it.

  As long as it is the knowledge engraved in the mind, it will definitely improve rapidly after being understood by analogy.

  His father gave careful guidance step by step, and he insisted on reading three or five more pages of books every day.

  Eighteen years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the city of Bianjing is still full of flowers.

   This day.

  He failed to reach the entrance of the ceremony department, but was blocked by a huge crowd.

  Seeing that the bulletin board has not posted the list yet, I want to find a small stall to eat first.

  In the distance, there is an old man selling Hu spicy soup. He looks like he is in his early fifties. The sign on the wheelbarrow says a century-old shop.

  However, before he came to the front, he saw two scholars furious at the scene, and another person beside him was watching the play.

  Scholar A: "Your hands are shaking, what's going on?"

  Old man: "I don't have him, but I am familiar with it."

  Scholar B: "You're so familiar, there's only clear soup in the pouring bowl!"

  Old man: "Hey, you are a scholar, and your words are too unpleasant."

  Scholar B: "You don't like it? Take a look at what you did! Come on, get your money back!"

  Scholar A: "Forget it, it's not easy for him at his age."

  Scholar B: "╭(╯^╰)╮, if I pass the exam, I will punish such profiteers!"

  The old man weighed the copper plate in his hand, and poured the hot pepper soup back into the bucket when no one was prepared.

he:"."

   Right now.

   There was a sound of announcement.

  He was swept to the bulletin board by the crowd, and found his name on the list.

   Repeatedly seeing the words "almost don't know" before trying my best to get out of the crowd.

  He sat resting at the hawker stall, quietly watching the various living beings in front of him.

  The two scholars, who got mad after eating hot spicy soup, were standing beside them and saying their final farewell.

   "Congratulations, Brother Wang, I will recommend you to the teacher."

   "Brother Zeng didn't pass the exam himself, and he still wants to speak for me"

   "Hey, there is no need to say much between you and me, your tutor Ouyang Xiu will definitely support you!"

   "The little brother thanked you here, I wonder what brother Zeng's plan is?"

   "Go back to the countryside and buy a few piglets to raise."

   "Mr. Fei has no feet to know me."

   This year, he was 23 years old. He didn't know that he would almost be beaten to death by the scholar surnamed Wang standing beside him in the future.

Three years later.

  He was assigned as the county magistrate of Jiangning, with remarkable achievements.

  At that time, Wang Ding finished fan Zhongyan’s New Deal, but wrote in his evaluation column:

   "It's beyond my reach."

   Two years later.

  He was promoted to Nanjing Tuiguan.

   A few years later, his father, the middle-aged man at the time, died of illness.

  After the filial piety period expired, he went to Beijing again and was assigned to the Shiguan Pavilion as a collation.

  Became a librarian in charge of mysterious power, you can swim in the ocean of knowledge for free at any time.

  He swam like this for nine years, and he almost couldn't open his mouth when he swam home. Shi Ji's nine years in the museum, he served his grandmother and mother, adopted aunts and sisters, and dozens of people from other races. The wife is often short of food and clothing, but she treats her like Yanru. '

   But as the saying goes.

  Sufficient ordinary superimposed, it is possible to produce extraordinary.

  After his father passed away, he did not abandon his childhood habit, and insisted on reading three or five more pages of books every day.

  Over three thousand days and nights superimposed, he almost became an encyclopedia with two legs.

  Song Renzong wanted to revise the new pharmacopoeia, so his speech was not drafted at all.

   After sorting out the materials in his mind a little, he was appointed as the chief project engineer on the spot.

  Later, he led the team for 3 years and compiled 21 volumes of "Tu Jing Materia Medica".

  This masterpiece beyond the scope of medicine gathers the natural magic of the eastern land.

  Later, he was sent as an envoy to the Liao Kingdom and transferred to various places. It was not until many years later that he was called back to Beijing to revise history.

  Twenty-five years have passed, and when he walked into the Royal Library again, the former literary youth had already turned gray, and the thick and heavy books had not changed their beauty.

  He collected what he had seen and heard from two business trips, compiled and compiled "Lu Wei Xinlu", Song Shenzong read it while reminding him to update it, and he always ranked first on the list of local tyrants' rewards, and he had to vote monthly every day.

  But two years later, something happened suddenly.

  Guozi Dr. Chen Shiru's mother died, rumored to have been murdered by her son and daughter-in-law.

   However, because there was no conclusive evidence, he did not convict Lao Chen and his wife.

  However, under the impetus of people with good intentions, this incident became more and more evil, and even the emperor in the deep palace was alarmed.

  Cai Que and other leaders of the reform faction made a big fuss, and he was imprisoned in Yushitai.

  His roommate next door is called Su Shi. When he saw him the day before, he asked happily:

   "Hey, friend, do you know what you know about banned words being blocked?"

   Later, Su Shi was rescued by the cultural circles with all his strength, and was relegated to the deputy envoy of Huangzhou regiment training.

  Su Shi was disheartened and wrote poems about braised pork, and his "Ode to Pork" was more famous than Jiyou.

  He was sent to Cangzhou to become the prefect, and was recalled to the capital three years later to serve.

  This old man who has been bumpy for most of his life finally ushered in the full bloom of the essence of life.

  He has worked hard in different positions, and has been steadily promoted while creating performance.

  In the same year, Song Shenzong gave birth to his eleventh son.

   Song Shenzong picked up the chubby baby and said sadly:

  Ji'er, you only have two older brothers alive.

  Zhao Ji is the future Song Huizong.

  Later, he summoned Han Gonglian to manufacture the astronomical observatory. Hundreds of craftsmen took seven years to perfectly integrate the disciplines of law and calendar arithmetic, mechanical astronomy, and fluid power to create the world's first automatic astronomical instrument.

  Looking at the three-story observatory, the number of pointers is synchronized with the circulation of the stars and the moon.

  Every hour on the hour, different puppets come out to beat gongs and drums.

  He was worried that liberal arts students would not be able to understand, so he specially wrote the instruction manual "Xin Yi Xiang Fa Yao", which covered more than 150 parts structures and full diagrams of mechanical transmission.

  Later, the R&D team built a cloudy sky phenomenon, and the water flow drives 14 star maps to reincarnate alternately.

  1464 stars shine brightly above the head, as if people are in the ancient sky.

  Now, several years have passed, from scholar A to scholar B, his contemporaries are almost dead.

  I vaguely think of the old man who sells hot and spicy soup, and I don’t know if there is any inheritor of the spoon shaking technique?

  In these years, the inheritance of old and new party struggles has never been broken, and various forces still take the opportunity to bite each other.

  But he didn't choose a camp and team, and gradually became a lonely high-ranking person.

three years ago.

  He dropped everything and bid farewell.

   There are no court calculations and heavy official duties, and there is no need to speculate on the leadership's mind and cater to it.

  A person quietly watching the night sky, can hear the footsteps of time passing by.

  The vast and deep boundless sky can heal the unsatisfactory feelings that are difficult to confide in this life.

  Stand on the ground, look up at the starry sky.

  He knows that his time is numbered, and he doesn't know how the world will judge me after thousands of years?

   While the old man was looking up at the starry sky, his old servant suddenly hurried over from the back hall:

   "Master, it's not good, there's a water ghost coming out of the well in the backyard!"

Note:

   Ask for a monthly pass.

   By the way, someone asked how much this book was decided, and I remembered that it had been a long time since I said it.

   At present, 4600 are ordered, and more than 30 chapters need to be added. =

  (end of this chapter)