In this era, many scholars (especially the rich ones) were willing to socialize with each other, and it was common to visit famous people. After today, Fang Yingwu finally realized that the gradual increase in fame may bring some changes to his life.
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Although it is only Xiao He who is showing off his talents now and is not a famous person, shouldn't he be prepared in advance? At least if Young Master Hong comes to visit again, if he is polite and considerate, he cannot still turn him away.
It’s not like you really want to be a hermit.
After sending away the confused Sister Lan, Fang Yingwu walked back and forth in the courtyard for a few times. He thought of his own situation again and sighed. The house was a very ordinary farmhouse in a mountain village, and the furniture inside was just a broken bed and a broken table.
The cabinet is broken and there is no trace of elegance at all, which is very detrimental to the image and packaging.
Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu went to find his second uncle. He took out a silver bean given to him by the Wang family's young lady, put it into his hand, and begged: "Second uncle, please call on the folks and help me."
I will build a pavilion, and this silver bean will be my reward."
"What kind of pavilion should we build?" the second uncle asked curiously.
Fang Yingwu replied: "This is a matter for scholars. I can't explain it at the moment. My second uncle will just do it."
"Oh." The second uncle was too ashamed to dare to doubt any more, "You tell me how to make it, I will let the juniors buy and sell their strength."
"It's best to build it on the mountain behind the village. It's best to find a place with spring water. If there is no spring water, it's better to find a place with deep woods. The sooner the better. The shape doesn't have to be exquisite. Just have a style."
This was not the busiest period for farm work. I heard that the young husband needed help, so the strong laborers in the village worked together and built a simple small pavilion on the mountain behind the village in just three days.
Because there was no spring water, the small pavilion had to be built in a quiet forest. It was very simple in shape. It was simply cut down a few trees on the spot and then built it with four pillars. The pavilion is not big and can only accommodate five people.
Six people sat around.
After seeing it, Fang Yingwu was quite satisfied and couldn't ask for more. Besides, it was simple and natural, and it had a simple and natural taste. It was a little more "elegant" than the shabby house at home, and it was considered to be a sophisticated place to entertain guests.
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Finally, he casually wrote a couplet on the pillars of the pavilion, the same two sentences that he had read to Mr. Hong and others a few days ago, "The story of Yan Zizhi is removed from the humble house, and the fragments of the book of the Marquis of Ye are compiled into fragments."
Fang Yingwu took out another small silver bean and collected all the wild tea in the village. If there are distinguished guests coming, how can there be no tea? There is no good tea, so we have to use wild tea from the mountains.
At this point, we are ready. Everything is ready and all we need is the east wind. If guests come again, we will be able to cope with it.
Unfortunately, there was no news from the imaginary visitor. Fang Yingwu waited from summer to autumn while studying, and no one came to visit him again.
The small pavilion he named Fangting was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the wild tea at home was almost turning into old tea... Fang Yingwu was confused. Could it be that he refused to see someone last time?
Overacting?
I clearly remember that in the historical data, the more those mountain masters refused to meet people, the more they were sought after. How come there is no sign of this when I am here? The ideal of life should be "cultivate one's morality, harmonize the family, govern the country and bring peace to the world", not "Old Yunxia on Frost Festival"
"ah.
But soon, Fang Yingwu had no intention of continuing to be confused. Because the county published the announcement list, the county examination was scheduled to be held one month later, that is, on August 23, and registration began.
The county examination is the first level of the junior high school exam for scholars. After seeing this list, all the students in the county who felt they had achieved academic success began to mobilize. Fang Yingwu was no exception, so he didn't care about other things, so he quickly started to prepare.
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First of all, you need to find a guarantor before going to the county government office to register. In this era, the guarantor qualifications were relatively loose. Students, village chiefs, and teachers from government-run social schools could all be guarantors. Unlike later, guarantors had to ask students from the county to do so.
It has become a natural way to make a fortune.
Fang Yingwu then approached Mr. Wang, the teacher of the Huaxi Social School, and Fang Feng, the school director, to jointly act as bailiffs, guaranteeing that his family would be clean and that he would not have false nationality, substitution, mourning period, false name, or advocate for the post of officialdom.
In the second step, Fang Yingwu took the deposit and went to the county government office to register. He filled out the resume of the previous three generations on the spot, and received ten pages of special test paper and scratch paper. Of course, according to the rules, he had to pay the regular money to the gift room.
When he came out of the county government office, it was already noon. Fang Yingwu weighed his pockets and decided to go back to the village to eat instead of having lunch in the county. But he was very thirsty at this time and happened to see a tea shop at the west gate.
Then I went to order two bowls of tea.
The end of July was already the end of summer, it was not so hot anymore, and the tea shop was quite cool. Fang Ying took a few sips of tea in a leisurely manner. There was a table of two people in the corner of the tea shop, both dressed as scholars, smiling.
What are they discussing?
Fang Yingwu had lived in a mountain village for a long time and had very little information. This time he saw two scholars discussing something, so he pricked up his ears and listened carefully. It would be good to gain knowledge.
After listening for a while, I heard that what they were talking about was the provincial rural examination in August. Speaking of which, this year's Chun'an County Examination and the Zhejiang Township Examination are very close to each other, which is very special.
Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu suddenly realized that since the provincial examination was about to be held, the most elite people in the county school naturally went to Hangzhou, the provincial capital. Then did Mr. Hong and the other two also have to take part in the provincial examination? That's why two people disappeared
No one comes in the moon.
After drinking tea, Fang Yingwu was about to leave when he saw a scholar in a wide robe and long sleeves rush into the tea shop and shouted to the two scholars in the corner: "There's something big, there's something big!"
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This caught Fang Yingwu's attention. He stopped and looked curiously at the newly arrived scholar. He walked over and shouted: "I just heard the news that Mr. Shang has become an official in the imperial court!"
Hearing these words, the tea shop was in an uproar. The two scholars, the old tea seller, and the boy serving the tea all looked shocked.
This Shang Xianggong is not the scholarly Xianggong that the people call him. There is only one Shang Xianggong in the imperial court, and that is the chief minister of the dynasty, Mr. Shang Lu, Shangge Lao.
This person is definitely known to everyone in Chun'an County. From scholars to squires to village women, everyone knows about him. He is the greatest pride of the entire Chun'an County.
In the imperial examination, Mr. Shangge obtained the supreme achievement of understanding the Yuan Dynasty, Hui Yuan, and Zhuang Yuan, and was the only San Yuan officially recorded in this dynasty (the San Yuan deleted by Emperor Taizongwen does not count)
). In terms of achievements, Mr. Shangge has been in the cabinet for eighteen years, and now he is the chief minister and a highly respected minister.
Sanyuan and Dijia are extremely popular ministers, so Mr. Shangge's life achievements are simply perfect. He is the idol of all the scholars in the county. The elders in the county even spread the word that he is a literary star from the sky who came to earth, and they firmly believe it.
The scholar who broke in continued: "In February this year, the emperor established the West Factory, appointed the eunuch Wang Zhi, and arrested many ministers. In May, the Prime Minister of Shang made a speech of protest and urged the emperor to abolish the West Factory. At that time, the emperor adopted
However, in June, the emperor once again listened to the slanderous advice and reopened the west factory, and Shang Xianggong once again went to the minister to remonstrate, but the emperor was deceived by the traitor. Then Shang Xianggong was angry and begged for the bones, and the court had approved it!"
"What a hateful eunuch!" a scholar shouted angrily, slapping the table.
Fang Yingwu fell into a trance. This was the first real historical event he had heard since time travel, and he was filled with emotion. During this period of time, he almost forgot the identity of the traveler, only hearing that
With this familiar major event, he rediscovered the feeling of looking down at history.
If it were popular eras such as Zhengde, Jiajing, and Wanli, he could memorize all kinds of characters and events, but for the dark materials of the Chenghua period, his level of coverage was far behind.
For example, this time Shang Ren became an official. He knew that there was such a thing, and probably remembered that it was the middle period of Chenghua, but the specific month was a bit vague. So he was still a little surprised when he suddenly heard that Shang Ren had become an official.
After the initial surprise passed, Fang Yingwu regained his composure, dropped the coins and was about to leave. When he heard the scholars still angrily scolding the eunuch Wang Zhi, Fang Yingwu couldn't help but shake his head and said to them:
"Your ideas are simply childish and ridiculous!"
Those few people were laughed at for nothing, and all of them looked unhappy. One of them asked: "Who is this? What kind of advice do you have?"
Fang Yingwu said calmly: "Fang Yingwu in Huaxi! Although Wang Zhi is arrogant, he is just a prosecutor in the inner court, but can he force the prime minister to leave? There are three people in the cabinet, and the other two are from the dormitory of the Shangdong Palace.
Only Mr. Shang, the chief minister, is an old minister of the previous dynasty. If he doesn’t leave, who will? How deep is the water here!”
The scholars were stunned when they heard this. They didn't expect that they could meet such a talented man with extraordinary knowledge in a street tea shop. Even if Chun'an County was among the most popular among those who died in the imperial examination, this was an exaggeration.
Huaxi Fangyingwu? I seem to have heard of this name, or the scholar among them slapped the table and said: "I remember who you are!"
Fang Yingwu, who was about to leave, felt slightly proud when he saw that his name was known to others. He subconsciously slowed down and wanted to hear what they had to say. It seemed that he had also been discussed in the cultural circle.
"You are that ragged green robe Fang Yingwu!" the scholar continued to shout.
Fang Yingwu's face darkened, and he almost tripped over the threshold. The four words "tattered green robe" came from the first poem he published, but what's the point? He published several poems successively, and there are so many beautiful ones.
Why did others just use the words "tattered green robe"?
On the way home, Fang Yingwu sighed in his heart, it seems that he must copy a top-notch poem that shocks the world in the future, so that he can erase the name of Tattered Qingpao.
Thinking of the news that Mr. Shang had become an official, Fang Yingwu had a little fantasy. Mr. Shang must go home to take care of his old age. It would be great if he could embrace this opportunity. This is someone who has worked in the cabinet for eighteen years.
Although the senior ministers and ministers of the year have retired, many of their disciples and former officials must still be there...