Chapter three hundred and fourteen enjoy the process
It was getting dawn in the east, and Fang Yingwu, who had been up all night, did not feel sleepy at all. He still felt that his whole body was full of energy, and his face was full of energy.
But let’s not talk about it, tonight everyone saw with their own eyes a legend in the imperial examination world. He was inferior in everything but good in academics. Therefore, the world is very keen on making various permutations and combinations of the imperial examination results, such as father and son, two Jinshi.
Of course, Fang Yingwu is also a small legend about the father and son who were Jinshi, and they were both Jinshi in two subjects. In addition, the bigger legend is that his father Fang Qingzhi was Jieyuan, and his son Fang Yingwu was Huiyuan, which is better than the father and son Jinshi.
I don’t know how rare it has become.
However, no matter how unforgettable the feast is, it eventually comes to an end. The guests say goodbye one by one and leave Zuixiang Tower, leaving only the broken cups and the mess in the hall upstairs and downstairs.
But Fang Yingwu's excitement had not subsided yet. He looked at the increasingly empty lobby and suddenly found it a little unbearable to be so deserted.
"Let's go! Go to the Ministry of Rites and look at the list!" Fang Yingwu shouted to Xiang Chengxian. But Xiang Chengxian yawned and said inexplicably: "We already know the results, why should we look at the list?"
Fang Yingwu said very philosophically: "When we work for people, we should not only pay attention to the results, but also not despise the process. In other words, we should not be so utilitarian and learn to enjoy the process, understand? How about the sea of people and the crowds?
When I look at the results, I feel like if I don’t go to the temple fair during the New Year, how can I count myself as having participated in the imperial examination?”
Xiang Chengxian's head hurt when he heard it, he frowned and rubbed his temples, "Brother Fang Xian, don't talk about it anymore, I'll just go with you."
Fang Yingwu and Xiang Chengxian were about to leave when they suddenly saw the store owner rushing in. The other party Yingwu said, "Master Fang, please go slowly. The store accepts one hundred and sixty-five taels of silver. Master Xiang has already given it to you."
Thirty taels of deposit, do you want to pay the remaining silver taels in cash or go to the house to ask for it?"
Fang Yingwu stared at the store for a long time, and said with great confusion: "I got the news that I won the Huiyuan while having a drink at your place."
The shopkeeper nodded, "You know already, congratulations Mr. Fang!"
Fang Yingwu asked even more puzzledly: "In the stories in the book, every time at this time, the shopkeeper would take away all the money for food and drinks from the new nobles, and ask for poems and words to make them happy. How did I end up here?
Not only were they exempted, but they actually demanded a lot of money?"
The shopkeeper's face darkened, "The books are all written by you scholars. Of course you like to make up stories about scholars who eat and drink for free and beauties pay for themselves. If a whole family depends on this for food, who is willing to spare the money for people who have no relatives or friends?"
Money for food and drinks? Besides, Mr. Fang is paying for more than sixty seats this time, how dare you pay it all for nothing?"
After thinking about it for a while, the shopkeeper continued in a heartbroken tone: "If that doesn't work, how about giving Young Master Fang a small change of five cents as a gift?"
We have no common language with ordinary people! Fang Yingwu waved his hand and said, "For the remaining silver, you can go to Editor Fang's house in Xicheng to ask for it from me in three days!"
Then Fang Yingwu and Xiang Chengxian left the Zuixiang Building on Qipan Street with their entourage, and headed to the Ministry of Rites not far to the north. According to the rules, after the examination was completed in the Gongyuan, it had to be sent to the Ministry of Rites for hanging.
When Fang Yingwu and Xiang Chengxian arrived, they saw a huge crowd of people outside the Ministry of Rites. It was very lively, and the flow of people was even more crowded than a temple fair. A quick look showed that at least tens of thousands of people had gathered outside the wall of the Ministry of Rites.
Another hundred or so sergeants fought their way through the crowd and set up a fence under the screen wall, and then more than a dozen petty officials posted the long list of articles.
Each word on the list is the size of a bowl, and can be seen clearly from a distance, but the crowd still rushes forward to get past.
Mr. Xiang Chengxian followed the crowd for a few steps, and then he couldn't find the object. He was obviously scattered. He didn't care about the crowd, and struggled to squeeze into the innermost place under the protection of his house slaves. He raised his head and faced
Look at the article.
He looked at the bottom first, and sure enough he saw his name in the fifth row from the bottom, which was number 290. Then he turned around with all his strength and looked at the top of the list at the other end. That's right, he was number 1.
This is clearly the name of Fang Yingwu.
Youdao is that what you see with your eyes is your belief, and what you hear with your ears is your illusion. Comparing what you see with your own eyes and what you hear with your ears, the feelings are of course completely different.
While being squeezed back and forth in the crowd, while looking at his name on the list, Mr. Xiang felt an indescribable sense of happiness filling his heart. This is real, this is not a dream!
In the dizzying pleasure, Mr. Xiang woke up and realized that Fang Yingwu said that he should enjoy the process and dragged him over to look at the list. As expected, it contained a profound philosophy of life and he was worthy of being the winner.
Unknowingly being washed out of the crowd, Mr. Xiang looked around and found Fang Yingwu standing somewhere outside the crowd, with his head held high and his hands behind his back, his eyes deep and ethereal.
He also noticed that Fang Yingwu's clothes were not messy at all. It seemed that he had not squeezed into the crowd, but was just waiting outside. Could it be that Fang Yingwu's so-called "watching the list" was just running over and standing on the outside to watch the crowd? As expected of him.
Yuan, the actions of an expert are unpredictable.
Xiang Chengxian walked over very puzzled, but he was not noticed by Fang Yingwu until he walked to Fang Yingwu. Fang Yingwu's eyes were still looking vaguely into the distance. Mr. Xiang was about to speak, suddenly
Some discussion came from the right direction.
"This time Huiyuan is only nineteen years old. How magnificent. The country has another young talent. I wonder if he is the youngest Huiyuan in our dynasty?"
"That should be the case. Li Dongyang and Yang Tinghe, who are younger than him, are not Huiyuan. I also heard that Fang Yingwu is the son of an editor Fang in the Hanlin Academy. It's true that the father of a tiger has no son!"
"Looking at what is written above, it turns out that it was from our province! I remember that Editor Fang was the one who solved Yuan in the previous rural examination. His father solved Yuan and his son Huiyuan. It can be called a father-son dual-element story!"
"It's true, there's something strange happening in this department again. I think this kind of thing has never happened before, right?"
When the discussion over there gradually died down and the people discussing it had gone away, Xiang Chengxian was about to speak, but he saw Fang Yingwu's face full of intoxication and murmured to himself: "Which one is father-son duality or father-son duality?"
Is the words nicer?
"Father understands Yuan, and son unites Yuan. The sentence "Father and son are two elements" is like a pair of first couplets. How should the second couplet be paired? Think about it carefully when you look back."
Xiang Chengxian was speechless. Is this the meaning of the so-called enjoyment process? He was so obsessed just now that he thought about Fang Yingwu so miraculously. Even if he put on the skin of Huiyuan, Fang Yingwu was still Fang Yingwu!
Watching Fang Yingwu automatically move a few steps to the left and approach a group of people, Xiang Chengxian couldn't help but cough heavily, waking Fang Yingwu up.
"Ah, when did you come out of the crowd?" Fang Yingwu asked in surprise.
