readx; The night swallowed up the last rays of the setting sun, and the night fell slowly like a black curtain on a stage.
In view of his poor condition today, Zhu Ping'an left the word quit drinking on his desk and went back to bed.
It's a quiet night, and everything has fallen asleep.
The next day, Zhu Ping'an was woken up by a sound of knocking. He rubbed his eyes. His head, which was slightly drunk yesterday, finally regained consciousness. He had a long-lost sense of clarity. He would not dare to drink like that again in the future, at least before the ceremony.
You can't drink like this.
The Ming Dynasty still attached great importance to the Chinese etiquette system. In the first year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, an imperial edict was issued to determine the crown ceremony. The emperor, crown prince, prince, high-ranking official, and common people all formulated the ceremony of crown ceremony. Generally speaking, the crown ceremony in the Ming Dynasty
Ceremony is more popular. Especially for scholars, they have to go through the crowning ceremony before they can be recognized, and they will be given the title of inscription at that time.
I just didn't know why there was such a beating outside. Zhu Pingan got up, put on his clothes, took a ladle of water from the bucket and poured it into the basin, ready to wash up. Then he put his hand in the water, and Zhu Pingan heard a knock on the door.
The sound was mixed with the noisy banging sound.
Who is so ungrateful that he acts like this so early in the morning?
Zhu Pingan shook off the water droplets on his hands, walked to the door and opened the door. Then he saw the shopkeeper looking at him with a pleasant smile. Behind him were two guards, in red uniforms, each holding a red piece of paper.
One person holds a small gong.
"Two officers, this is Mr. Zhu Pingan, Mr. Zhu." The shopkeeper nodded and introduced the two officers, then clasped his hands and congratulated Zhu Pingan with a smile on his face, "Congratulations, Mr. Zhu, congratulations, Mr. Zhu."
Only those who pass the three-level rigorous examination can obtain the title of scholar. It is indeed not easy to be a scholar, so after a boy passes the examination, there will be a special messenger - a messenger, who comes to announce the good news.
Zhu Ping'an looked at the messenger who was announcing the good news, and was slightly surprised. Although he knew that there would be good news, didn't all the good news come to his home? Why did he come to the inn now?
"Master Zhu, don't be surprised. The person who brought the good news left Yingtian for your mansion yesterday. We two brothers also went through the motions to congratulate Master Zhu on the high school Anqing case. You are young and promising, and your future is bound to be limitless."
The one holding the red paper among the guards was an eloquent man, and he held his hands and said congratulations.
"Thank you both for your kind words. I'd like to thank you both for making a trip. I would like to ask you two to buy a cup of tea to soothe your throats." Zhu Pingan returned the gift with a naive smile, and then took out two pieces of silver from his sleeves without leaving any trace.
It was thrust into the hands of two police officers.
The two officers politely declined for a few times and then accepted. They touched the broken silver in their hands and smiled even brighter. This young master was worthy of being the head of the case, and his actions were generous.
"Then the two of us would be disrespectful, oh. I almost forgot about business. The young master will go to Jiangnan Gongyuan at noon today to write a personal confession, that is, write down his age, place of origin, and three generations of resume. He must also indicate his body shape, complexion,
Whether you have a beard or not, etc., this is an annual practice. After the master writes the personal confession, it will be reviewed and stamped by the instructor, and then sent to the academic officer. Of course, the master only needs to write the personal confession."
The officer holding the red paper put the broken silver into his sleeve, patted his head, and then explained it carefully to Zhu Pingan.
"Young Master is already a scholar. You might as well change into the uniform of a student when you go to Jiangnan Gongyuan at noon. In case anyone looks for your wrongdoing," another officer holding a small gong reminded him carefully.
"Thanks for the reminder." Zhu Ping'an cupped his hands and thanked him.
In the early days of the Ming Dynasty, in order to consolidate rule, measures were taken to restore the traditions of the Han nationality and remove the influence of the Yuan Dynasty in the clothing system. Fully restoring the Han nationality's clothing and clothing. In the early years of Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang adopted materials from the Zhou and Han Dynasties and the Tang and Song Dynasties, mainly from fabrics.
The four aspects of style, size, and color established the clothing system of the Ming Dynasty. The clothing of the students, that is, the scholars, also had a detailed system.
"Taiwan. Anyone who is promoted to prison will not change his subject." Scholars were not allowed to wear scholar clothes before they were admitted to the scholar examination, but it was not so strict after the Hongwu period.
Although the robe that his mother Chen made for him was also worn by scholars, it was not the standard clothing for students after all. After seeing off the shopkeeper and the two messengers who announced the good news, Zhu Pingan went downstairs to find a clothing store on the street and bought some.
A student uniform is provided for emergencies, but you don’t want to leave a bad impression on others on your first day as a student.
Zhu Pingan had always paid attention to restaurants and the like in the past few days, but he had never paid attention to clothing stores.
Zhu Ping'an came out of the inn and randomly looked for a clothing store. There were many shops on the street, but clothing stores were rare.
After walking for a long distance, I found a cloth shop. The business was not good and there were only a few people around.
Zhu Ping'an walked in, and the shop assistants who came to greet him were listless, "Whatever you need, sir, we have all kinds of cloth, silk, silk and satin in our store."
"I want to buy a set of ready-made clothes." Zhu Pingan said.
"Ready-made clothes are also available in our store." The store clerk led Zhu Ping'an inside, "Sir, please take a look, do you see anything you like?"
"I want to buy a set of student uniforms." Zhu Pingan looked at the clothes recommended by the store clerk and shook his head slightly. None of them were uniforms for new students.
When the shop clerk heard this, he was not interested and waved his hand, "I have never done anything in a small store for student uniforms. To be honest with you, I'm afraid there won't be any student uniforms that you need nearby. If you really need them, you might as well go to Qinhuai River."
Let’s go and have a look on the other side. Scholars there often come here, and maybe there are student uniforms that the young master needs.”
Zhu Pingan came out of this store and found another one, and got the same answer.
Well, it seems that I can only go to the other side of the Qinhuai River once.
Zhu Ping'an smiled bitterly and walked to the other side of the Qinhuai River. There was only one bridge connecting the Qinhuai River nearby, and it was the bridge with the words "A gentleman cannot cross the bridge, and he who crosses the bridge is not a gentleman."
Zhu Pingan walked across the bridge and saw the name of the bridge "Wende Bridge" on the other side of the bridge. Wende Bridge might as well be called Junzi Bridge. To the north of the bridge is the Confucius Temple, which respects teachers and education, and to the south of the bridge
But it is the Fireworks Willow Alley. This bridge can indeed measure a gentleman.
As soon as Zhu Ping'an crossed the bridge, he heard a sweet laugh.
"Keke. I thought you, a half-year-old scholar, were so noble, and you didn't sneak across the bridge."
Zhu Ping'an looked up and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with a ponytail, looking at him jokingly and smiling.
This girl is pretty. She has big eyes.
"What are you doing, you don't know me?" the girl said angrily, "I originally wanted to invite you to play in my room."
Zhu Ping'an was a little speechless and cupped his hands slightly, "Thank you for your kindness, miss. I wonder if she knows if there is a clothing store nearby?"
The girl covered her lips when she heard the words, blinked her big eyes, and the joke became more intense, "Clothing store, you have already crossed the bridge, why are you so embarrassed? This is the worst excuse I have ever heard, you
But you came across the bridge to find me?"
Zhu Ping'an didn't want to tangle with her anymore, so he raised his hand and said, "In that case, I won't bother you."
After saying that, Zhu Ping'an bypassed the teasing girl and went to find a clothing store on his own.
"Hey, where are you going? Do you have other sweethearts here?" When the girl saw Zhu Ping'an bypassing her, she couldn't help but stamp her feet and chased after her.
Others? It’s as if I’m thinking of you!
Zhu Ping'an ignored it and continued to walk forward. Not far away, he saw a ready-made clothing store. It was quite impressive, with people dressed as scholars coming in and out from time to time. It was far from what he could compare to the few cloth stores he just looked at.
"Does this young man want to buy some cloth for this young lady?" The store clerk looked at Zhu Pingan and then at the girl who was chasing after him. He took it for granted that it was a scholar who was buying floral cloth to please the girl, so he
asked enthusiastically.
Hearing this, the girl looked proud, but this half-year-old scholar was honest and honest, and even thought of giving me a piece of cloth to please me.
Zhu Pingan shook his head and said calmly, "No. This lady is not related to me, so why should I buy cloth as a gift for her? I heard that you have uniforms for birth attendants. I came here specially to buy a set."
The girl's face darkened when she heard this, she clenched her teeth and muttered something like scolding Zhu Ping'an, probably some idiot who didn't understand the style.
"Oh, I'm just blind. Young master, please come inside." The clerk said he was wrong and extended his hand to invite Zhu Ping'an to enter the store.
There are quite a lot of uniforms for students in the store. I guess scholars often visit the clothing store here when they go to Jinfenyulou.
"Hey, aren't you crazy about wanting to be a scholar? This is something only students can wear. If you wear it randomly, you will be slapped by the government." The girl also followed in and saw that Zhu Pingan really wanted to buy students.
Convinced, he didn't care about being angry anymore and hurriedly reminded Zhu Ping'an.
"Thank you for reminding me, miss, but I got lucky this time." Zhu Ping'an said calmly without looking back, while looking at his clothes.
"Come on, stop daydreaming. How old are you!" The girl didn't believe it and laughed again.
Believe it or not, Zhu Ping'an didn't say much.
Most of the people who passed the scholar examination were adults. The store had never thought that there would be a student of Zhu Pingan's size, so there were no ready-made clothes in the store that were suitable for Zhu Pingan.
This is not easy to handle.
"If you beg me, I will cut and modify it for you." When the girl saw this, she came close to Zhu Pingan and said with a wink.
Yes, it can be cut and modified, the girl reminded the dreamer.
"Thank you, girl, for reminding me. Storekeeper, please help me wrap the smallest piece." Zhu Pingan thanked the girl and asked the store clerk to wrap the clothes.
After paying the money, Zhu Ping'an took the clothes and walked straight to the other side of Qinhuai. There was also a cloth shop there, and they could certainly be cut. At worst, he had to pay more.
"Hey, you, are you looking down on me?" The girl saw that Zhu Pingan didn't even look at her and walked straight across the bridge. She clenched her teeth and turned a little pale. She paused for a second and then rushed towards her.
Zhu Pingan shouted from behind, his tone also filled with resentment.
Do you look down on them? How could you do that? If you look down on them, you also look down on those scholars who have read the books of saints and sages but are nostalgic for their love affairs.
"No, it's just that we don't agree with each other." Zhu Pingan stopped, turned around and cupped his hands to the girl and said, "Thank you for reminding me just now."
After saying that, Zhu Pingan left directly. (To be continued)
ps: Since I am writing a book for the first time at Qidian, I didn’t know that the last chapter will be 3,000 words long. I apologize for the first few posts. I will try to write as much as I can in the future. Book friends, please forgive me. Gentlemen Juyitang
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