When the results of the provincial examination are released, naturally some people will be happy and some will be sad.
Chen Ping did not return to the Bamboo Garden, but walked to the moat and sat down, looking at the river quietly.
At first the three brothers were determined to advance and retreat together, but now they have failed the provincial examination and are destined to take different paths.
Perhaps it was because of the investigation of the organization behind the scenes that I delayed my studies and failed.
I think back then, if there had been no Huang Liu, no iron mines, and no road construction, the three of them would have grown up together, participated in the imperial examinations, and lived an ordinary and stable life under the guidance of their teacher.
Maybe, maybe Chen Ping would not regard entering the court as an official as his goal. Becoming a teacher in the county school and inheriting the spirit of teachers and educating people would not be a contribution to the current society.
Unfortunately, nothing is possible.
They were involuntarily involved in this storm. As the investigation went deeper and deeper, they saw things that were outraged by both humans and gods. How could they just sit idly by and ignore it?
Nearly ten years have passed since the flood in Yongshun County. Chen Ping only pays homage to his teacher and Magistrate Wang from a distance every year on their death anniversary. He has not cleared away their grievances and stigmas, so he neither dares nor has the shame to see them. p>
"Why...are you walking so fast!" Ye Chongwen ran over panting, followed by He Qingxuan.
"That's right, why are you staying here? I'm waiting for you...waiting for you to go back to the academy to celebrate." He Qingxuan was also out of breath. The two of them had to run fast, otherwise they would be lost.<
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Chen Ping turned to look at the two of them and whispered: "Why are you here? I just think it's too noisy there, so be quiet here."
Having grown up together and experienced so many things together, how could Ye Chongwen and He Qingxuan not guess Chen Ping's thoughts?
The three of them went to Huating Academy together, and passed the county and government examinations together, but now they went their separate ways in the provincial examinations.
Chen Ping feels uncomfortable, so why don't they?
But Good Brothers High School is supposed to be a happy event, and Chen Ping has always been thoughtful about it. If he feels sad about it, it won't be worth the loss.
He Qingxuan stepped forward and held his shoulders and said: "Chen Ping, the teacher has a spirit in heaven, and he will be proud of you."
"Qingxuan is right. Besides, he's just a candidate. At worst, he'll take the exam again in three years." Ye Chongwen agreed nonchalantly.
"That's right, what does failing in the imperial examination mean?" He Qingxuan helped him up and said seriously.
Chen Ping was slightly startled and met He Qingxuan's determined eyes.
"Sun Fujia participated in the imperial examinations of the two dynasties, and he can still directly learn about the emperor; Han Yu failed many times, but still remains famous throughout the ages; Du Fu's luck was not good, who dared to compete with him as a poet?" He Qingxuan said with a smile: "I didn't plan to win the first place in the first place.
, why do you need to be sad for me? I’m so tired that I’m here to comfort you.”
Chen Ping knew how much He Qingxuan valued the imperial examination.
But I didn't expect that he would be so open-minded.
Ye Chongwen has a cheerful nature. When he saw this, he raised his eyebrows and said: "That's right. Besides, some of those who passed the exam were rejected, so An Zhi must be able to sit back and relax? Chen Ping, can't you even afford to wait for us for three years?"
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After listening to this, Chen Ping also calmed down in his heart. It was true that he had been too aggressive just now, and then he cleared away the gloom and stood up.
"Okay! I'll wait for you in the capital in three years."
"That's right. Besides, I have other things to do in the past few years." Ye Chongwen said with a smile.
"Me too!" He Qingxuan said in surprise.
"Oh? What else?" Chen Ping didn't expect that the two of them had other plans.
"Then let me talk first. I want to open a bookstore. You all know that I have loved reading story books since I was a child. So I want to open bookstores throughout the Dayu Dynasty, not only selling story books, but also books of poetry, ancient books, etc., and even
I can make a collection of your poems, Chen Ping, and I won’t worry about selling them, hahaha!”
When Ye Chongwen talked about his grand plan, his eyes were shining.
After hearing this, Chen Ping nodded in agreement and said: "This is indeed a good idea, and it is also in line with your interests. I can give you a suggestion. Each bookstore should be opened in the capital of each state to collect all kinds of local events.
Gonzo stories, and then sold on a monthly basis, must also be very popular."
Now that the war on the northern border is over and the people are living and working in peace and contentment, you will definitely like to learn these interesting stories after dinner. The bookstore sale is just in line with the consumption scene.
"Why can it only be in the state capital? And the profit of such a thing is probably very low, right?" He Qingxuan is still a businessman at heart, so his thinking will be relatively fixed, and the first consideration is profit.
"The state capital is a place where the population gathers, and there will be more people who are educated and literate. It is not suitable to spread it out in counties or towns for the time being. We can make plans after the state capital is stabilized. Secondly, selling this thing is indeed very profitable, but there may be some at critical moments.
It’s very useful.” Chen Ping did not say it directly.
"Oh? What's the big use?" Ye Chongwen asked curiously.
"I can't say for the time being. I don't know whether it will work or whether it will be useful. But we can give it a try. It won't cost much anyway."
"Then what is this thing called? Qi Tan Lu?"
"Newspaper!" Chen Ping said.
In this era, there were official Di newspapers for a long time, but Di newspapers were transmitted through Di officials and most of them represented the official position.
The content is solemn, but for ordinary people, it seems dull and boring. It can be said that it only serves the official class.
It would be interesting if a private newspaper could be established...
"Newspaper? A paper that reports on anecdotes? It's interesting." Ye Chongwen did not ask Chen Ping again, and directly stated: "Okay, I heard you are right. I will get out the newspaper..."
"Hahaha, don't be too deliberate. When you open a bookstore, run your main business well first. You can consider this in your free time. By the way, Brother Qingxuan. What are you going to do? You won't also open a bookstore, right?" Chen Ping
He turned to look at He Qingxuan and asked.
"Tsk, tsk, I won't be like Chongwen. I plan to study what you said." He Qingxuan looked arrogant.
"Huh, who are you looking down on?" Ye Chongwen was not willing to be outdone.
"What?" Chen Ping looked confused.
"I'm going to delve deeper into the cement and sandbox, as well as the red bricks and steelmaking you mentioned. If these things can really be made, even if I fail the imperial examination in this life, I can still be famous in history, right?"
Chen Ping laughed dumbly. He didn't expect that He Qingxuan still remembered everything he said.
However, He Qingxuan does have a talent in this area, which can be seen from the cement.
At that time, both Chen Ping and Ye Chongwen had forgotten about cement. Only He Qingxuan had been studying silently and finally successfully developed it.
"Okay! If you like this kind of thing, I will fully support you. I will write down everything I know later. Whether you can succeed or not depends on you. There is really nothing I can do." Seeing that Ye Chongwen and He Qingxuan both found themselves
Chen Ping was really happy about his interest.
"That's great. You come up with ideas and I'll study them. Maybe one day these things can save our lives." He Qingxuan became even more motivated when he saw that Chen Ping was very supportive of him.
"It makes sense. Maybe when the time is right, we can offer it to benefit the public." Chen Ping put his hand on the shoulders of the two of them and said as they walked: "But first, let's make sure that we can't let go of our studies. Why?
Come on for yourself, for the teachers, and for our goals!”
"Come on!"
"Come on!"
The laughter of the three people was floating on the path of the moat. In an instant, it seemed that they were back to the scene of playing in the small courtyard in the heavy rain in the seventh year of the Apocalypse.
Arriving at the gate of Jiangxia College, the three of them were ready to say goodbye.
Chen Ping insisted not to hold any grand celebration, he just wanted to go back to Zhuyuan to meet Zhao Wenhe first, and then go to He Mansion to invite Chen Tianling to a small gathering.
Before parting, Ye Chongwen suddenly asked, "What's going on over there in Qingzhou? Is there any news?"
He Qingxuan has also been waiting for news, but all the information from Jiulong Hall was summarized here.