The little scholar also looked like a high school student, with a gentle and delicate appearance, wearing a slim green robe, and looking more and more immature against the background of Fei Siye and the surrounding senior supervisors.
Cui Xie couldn't help looking at him a few more times, and several supervisors beside him were also talking about him in a low voice: "That's sixteen-year-old Jie Yuan from Jiangxi, who was on the same list as his uncle last year, and went to Beijing for the exam together. This year, I passed the B list in the exam, and I refused to return to my hometown, so I entered the Guozijian to study."
Sixteen-year-old Xie Yuan? So young, how old is Tang Bohu's Xie Yuan
"A child prodigy!" Cui Xie exclaimed. Suddenly someone behind him chuckled: "Isn't Chief Cui also a prodigy?"
The few supervisors who were discussing the prodigy in Jiangxi also realized that it was just him, a scholar who was a year younger than Fei Hong, who was sighing that the other party was a "prodigy", and they all found it quite interesting, and looked at him and laughed.
Cui Xie subconsciously replied, "That's not the same..." He was a genuine sixteen-year-old child prodigy of Jie Yuan. He had been in school for eighteen years, and he had already graduated from college for more than two years. It is really forced to survive, and as a last resort, he has the cheek to pretend to be a prodigy.
He glanced back at the person who asked the question, an elegant scholar in his thirties or forties, smiling at him. The man's clothes were starched and straight, his square scarf was inlaid with a piece of jasper, and his waist was also decorated with jade pendants and a purse.
He cupped his hands and said: "This gentleman Miao Zan, Cui Xie was just lucky to be selected by the examiner, and he received the grace of the emperor to be put in prison. How can he compare with someone like Fei Jieyuan who has real talents and practical learning. I don't think Mr. vulgar, and not like ordinary people, but you don’t know the respect of Mr.
The man replied with a salute and said with a smile, "I'm not a gentleman, I'm just a student. I'm very unpretentious, with a single name and a ridge, and I'm the head of the fasting on duty today. Yesterday, when head Ningzhai led you six to the school, I was I saw you, but Cui didn't notice me when he was at the desk?"
Cui Xie smiled embarrassedly: "I don't dare, it's fine for Brother Zhang to call me on the sidelines. I was a little nervous when I first entered the Guozijian yesterday, and I didn't dare to look at the seniors of Tongzhai.
The place where he sat was the fixed position of the students of Chengxintang when they listened to the lecture, surrounded by advanced senior students.
This Zhang Zhaichang has been forty years since he was a senior, and he is considered to be the senior among the seniors. The other tribute supervisors, to say the least, are all in their thirties. Occasionally, there are two characters at the beginning, either Junyan from the prefecture or county school selection tribute, or lucky few who received tribute before, and they paid tribute when they were old.
Cui Xie greeted this group of people, and several seniors also looked at his shorthand pen and notebook made of paper tape wrapped with thin charcoal strips, and praised him for his ingenuity. Taking notes with ink pen can't keep up with the speed of the lecture anyway, but it is easy to interrupt the train of thought, and it is much faster to use charcoal pen. When the nib of the pen is about to be flattened, use a knife to cut off the outer part of the wrapping paper, so that the part that can be written can be exposed again, and it is also convenient to use.
Cui Xie humbly said, "This is what I did indiscriminately. This charcoal rod is soft and easy to discolor after rubbing it. When I go back, I have to re-copy it as soon as possible." Unfortunately, he searched the chemistry book and couldn't find the record of graphite, otherwise You can make a real pencil, that's an artifact.
A few scholars tsk tsk admiration, took the pen and tried to write a few words on the edge of their book, put down the pen again, shook their heads and smiled: "Seeing how convenient you are, it's not like this when we write it ourselves. We need to practice. To write this word, it will take years of hard work. You have to work so hard in such a small place, and it is no wonder that you have met today. "
Although ink sticks are more troublesome to use, his notes are pleasing to the eye. Not only the content is memorized carefully, but the fonts are also regular, and they are all block letters with the size of one grid and two lines.
Turning the pages, one of the supervisors suddenly lost his voice: "When Si Ye explained 'laws, Yao and Shun thought it was a rule', he also quoted from "Spring and Autumn Fanlu", 'Is it because you have skillful hands, don't follow rules, you can't be a party member'? My memory is a little blurry. Brother Cui Xian, lend me a copy of this note..."
Not only here, but when I turn to the commentary on the sentence "Qi Jinggong spit out and the woman is in Wu", it is quoted from "Wu Yue Chunqiu Helu Neizhuan", "Qi Hou's maid is a hostage to Wu, because the prince Bo hired Qi's daughter". He didn't listen to the historical data.
He has a bad memory, and so do others. Everyone is familiar with Mencius, but the historical materials cited by Siye are quite rare. Only those who have devoted themselves to learning for many years can pick them out from the vast volumes, and insert them into the explanations just right when teaching. The students listened to his lectures, but their minds couldn't keep up with it, and it was inevitable that some sentences would be misremembered or omitted.
In the past, everyone took very few notes, and most of the mistakes and omissions were the parts that the instructors cited extensively. Now, according to Cui Xie's notebook, I can correct all the parts that I can't remember correctly. A few people gathered at the table and recited unfamiliar sentences to deepen their memory, and the inmates who passed by sporadically also stopped following the sound, listening and confirming what they had written down.
Before I knew it, a circle of people started to make notes around the table, and they didn't even bother to eat lunch.
Cui Xie was squeezed to the periphery by them, and stood stubbornly at the door with a small schoolbag on his back, secretly sighing: worthy of being a student of the Imperial College, he just loves learning! They are much more enlightened than those talented people who hold poetry meetings, cocktail parties, and library salons in Qian'an County.
He found the notes to be very useful. In the afternoon, Dr. Lin Dayou's classics class, he also took notes. But this time, I don't dare to be so devoted. I try to keep my eyes on the teacher's face as much as possible. I only glance at the page occasionally to determine the position. Most of the time, I remember it by hand.
Instructor Lin is not only a doctor of "Poems", but also serves as the supervisor of Shengyan Hall. Cui Xie's requests for leave and day studies are all greetings to him, and it can be regarded as a familiar face in front of him.
The superintendent had some sympathy for his situation, and he was not so disapproving when he saw that he copied the notes. Instead, he made a few words after class: "Don't write it all down when you are copying, it's easy to obscure the key points. Learn "" When it was time to analyze the biography and annotations, it was enough to compare the historical materials and annotations of the Zuozhuan, but now the second biography of Gongyang and Guliang has been abandoned by the main examiner, and there are fewer contemporary scholars studying it.”
Cui Xie immediately understood - the teacher drew the key point!
In the future, when taking notes, you have to take a few colored pens, and tick off the key points as you take notes. When reviewing before the exam, you can memorize the knowledge points that you have drawn, and you can put aside those that are beyond the outline.
He couldn't help remembering that when he was in school in his previous life, the whole class's books were painted with colorful ballpoint pens and highlighters, with smiles flowing in his eyes, his facial features stretched out, and his whole face brightened.
Lin Dayou didn't know what he was thinking, but when he heard his suggestion, he suddenly laughed. He thought he was so happy because he had learned something, and shook his head slightly, showing a little smile.
This student is indeed a good seed.
He likes students who are eager to learn, so he can't help but mention Cui Xie again: "You will have to repeat the lecture in a few days, and then you don't have to follow all my lectures. This is what I have learned from studying the works of the Han, Tang and Song dynasties over the years. But you students have read few annotations on Confucian biography, and you have not been able to express your own interpretation. Today's course. It's better to start with exegesis, familiarize yourself with the basics, and have something to say."
Cui Xie took it down seriously, sent the doctor away, and then began to do his daily homework: writing.
Whether it is a day of speaking, endorsement, or re-speaking, there will be a 16-line, 16-character Dharma script every day, and those who can't write well must be handed over to the head of the faster to be "stricken". Although the supervision of the prison is not strict nowadays, and the head of the house can't bring himself to beat people, but the head of the whole class has to read the homework of the whole class, and it is a shame for him to write badly.
He took out the seriousness of the exam and went to the post, and the few scholars next to him who were not very familiar with it didn't care about writing, but asked him to borrow his notes to copy, so that he could pay him back before school.
He pushed the folded-leaf notebook over and said generously: "Everyone, take it back and copy it, don't delay the proper work. I have written down all those contents, so it's fine if you don't read them."
He has a hard disk gold finger in his head, and the notes he copied have been printed as PDFs, and he can just copy them when he gets home.
However, those few scholars had never forgotten him, secretly envious in their hearts, and sighed: "The younger generation is so talented and willing to study hard, so the seniors had to avoid the road and let him go."
They were also embarrassed to take other people's notes back to the number room to copy them. After a few polite words, they pulled his notebooks apart and copied a paragraph each, so that they could be assembled into a full page when they went back. When Zhang Zhaichang came to inspect, he didn't restrain them too much, and only told them not to make a noise to influence others. So the more and more people copying the notes, the faster they copy.
Cui Xie was concentrating on finishing a dharma note, and when he was about to hand in his homework, the sentient beings had already copied the notes and returned the original to him.
They copied it with a writing brush, what kind of speed is this! It's not hand speed or good memory, there's not much to make up for it! Cui Xie couldn't help but sigh: The prison student is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and he will have to work harder in the future, so don't let people laugh at him for going through the back door.
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After returning from his studies at the Imperial College, the family was full of chores waiting for him to deal with it.
The three shopkeepers each took the best products from the store: the Nanhuo store has dry goods such as shark fin, mussels, scallops, etc., and the Suzhou-Hangzhou dragon beard candy and candied fruit; , cotton rouge, wax rouge, all kinds of fragrant flower head oils, and real rose dew that is said to be from overseas; the silk and satin shop has Shu brocade, Hang silk, velvet, makeup flower silk, Songjiang fine thread silk, three shuttle cloth...
Cui Xie looked at things carefully, asked the name and price of the product from time to time, and occasionally glanced at the one he liked.
For example, a big red velvet, the color is positive and glorious. If it was put aside in modern times, he would use this to make a pennant and send it to the Fusi Yamen in Beizhen, and write "The government is for the public, and the law is for the people." It's a pity that he is now bound by filial piety, so he can't send a pennant to others because Jin Yiwei sentenced his former stepmother to death, so he has to wait for a chance in the future.
He put down the flannel with regret, and looked at the material of a makeup velvet.
The material is also very red, it feels very comfortable to touch, and it is light and soft enough to make clothes suitable for this time. He has always thought that Jin Yiwei's bright red splatter looks good, and the green one is worse than the red one. If such a piece of material is made into a red splatter, the collar is inlaid with white bright fabric...
It would be better to ride a white horse.
Seeing that he seemed to like something, Cui Liangdong stepped forward and said diligently, "These are the best things that young people have chosen for them. Should you keep one or two of them, or be filial to the old man and old lady?"
Anyway, it's all the things of his own family. If you take it, there is no account. The son can still remember his diligence and filial piety.
He said this first, the three shopkeepers were afraid that they would give away things for nothing, but they told him to get a bargain, and they were busy to express their intention to give these goods to the owner.
Originally, Cui Xie only wanted to see what the store was selling, but now that he saw the good things, he felt a little bit of a gift. Forget the food and drink. Xie Qianhu is an elegant person. It is too vulgar to send food. It would be better to send a bottle of rose water, two pots of flowers, and a set to scatter...
No, it's easy to not fit when sending clothes, so let's send materials.
But if the materials are to be delivered, there is no shortage of them at home. If they take them back, they will press the bottom of the box directly. What if they don't do it
Why don't you measure his figure and make him a modified version of the flying fish suit in the movie... At least he will try it on
Is there any version of Maggie Cheung's "New Dragon Inn" on the hard drive? He remembered that the flying fish clothes inside were very good-looking and fit his body well. It's just that there isn't that one. There seems to be a few documents beginning with "Golden Bottle" in the Cantonese folder. In the movies with the background of the Ming Dynasty, it is estimated that Jin Yiwei will always appear, right
After thinking about it for a while, he ordered what he needed and asked them to stay, and said with a slight smile: "Leave these, I have to give some things to others. I can't take the things that the store wants to sell in vain. , I'll give you money tomorrow."
Cui Liangdong hurriedly said: "These are all things at home, how can I ask the eldest young master's money!"
Choi Xie shook his head.
This is what he wants to give a gift, how can he take something from the Cui family
He still has a bookstore in his hand, but the Cui family has to point to these three stores to live their lives. He really doesn't feel bad about spending Senator Cui's money, but can he give gifts to those old, weak, sick and disabled people who don't have the ability to make money to live in the backyard with austerity
He instructed: "Please write down the accounts of these things. It's hard for everyone these days, and the accounts should be clearer. It's not only me who has the items in the store, but also ask them to pay for the items in the store. Come and report to me. For the time being today, go back to Haosheng to make plans, I'm waiting."
The three shopkeepers gave gifts excitedly, thinking that they would like to please him just like when his wife was in power, and let themselves be the shopkeepers in peace and security.
The next day is Guozijian's rest day, and after offering sacrifices to Confucius in the morning, you can have a holiday. Cui Xie asked someone to prepare a car early, and put a few bottles of rose dew and two pots of orchids that were said to be famous.
He seems to have dressed up specially today, wearing a cyan straight shirt and a soft towel, and his whole person has a sense of maturity, as if he has suddenly grown up in the past two days of work.
Cui Xie spontaneously sighed, "My family has a child who is just growing up", walked to the place where he could see it, and beckoned. Cui Qi saw him at a glance and ran towards him, his eager look was exactly the same as before. The feeling of growing up and matured before was like an illusion created by Cui Xie himself.
Xiao Cui Qi ran over and exclaimed happily, "Big brother, are you out? The shopkeeper Xiaoji has also come with me. I have a lot to tell you."
Cui Xie raised his hand and touched his soft towel, and said with a smile, "I just happen to have something to tell you. But today I have to give someone a gift first. You can accompany me there first, and then come back and find a place. say."