The number one scholar paraded through the streets until he reached Wugong Hutong, where Qin Dewei lived.
All the men and women from the neighbors came out to watch the fun, blocking the door.
After Qin Zhuangyuan said hello, as soon as he entered the front door of his house, he saw several servants gathering in the front yard to congratulate and greet him.
Mother Zhou also walked out of the inner courtyard and stood on the platform of the hall, her face full of shock and disbelief.
Qin Dewei hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "It's a sin for my child! How dare you alert your mother to come forward to greet me!"
Mrs. Zhou stuttered for a long time without uttering a complete sentence. Qin Dewei quickly helped his mother sit down in the small hall.
Then he reassured her: "Mom, think about it slowly, don't be impatient!"
Mrs. Zhou took a few breaths in succession before she recovered, and said with emotion: "That fortune teller back then said that you were destined to be number one, and he was right!"
Qin Dewei: ""
Zhou suddenly thought of something and shouted: "I feel so bad!"
Qin Dewei: "???"
Zhou continued: "Back then, I thought the fortune teller was just talking nonsense to trick people into getting money, so I didn't give him any money!"
Qin Dewei, who still firmly believes in materialism even after traveling through time, said nonchalantly: "If you don't give me anything, then I won't give you anything. There's nothing wrong with that!"
Mrs. Zhou held Qin Dewei's hand tightly: "You write a letter back to Nanjing and ask your uncle to find someone to make up the money for him!"
In the afternoon, Qin Dewei's main task was to write a quick gold post to announce the good news to his hometown and relevant relatives.
Not only Qin Dewei, but according to custom, all new scholars are like this, and the imperial court provides free shipping!
Qin Dewei wrote several copies to Nanjing and put them all together and sent them to his uncle.
Then he continued to write a copy to the Liaodong Dusi. After all, Zeng’s step-father was in Liaodong, so he could just ask the Liaodong Dusi to forward it to him.
I thought about it again and wrote another one to Liaodong to personally report the good news to Wei Feng in Guangning.
For no other reason than to explain to the top three rookies how glorious it is to be number one.
On the second day after he was passed on to the Golden Palace, the emperor gave a banquet to the Ministry of Rites. This was the famous Enrong Banquet, also commonly known as the Qionglin Banquet.
In addition to the new scholars, there will be a prince attending on behalf of the emperor, a cabinet bachelor, other book readers, and palace examination deacons will also be present.
The Qionglin Banquet was grand in scale, and of course the main purpose was not food, but drinking and socializing.
All the guests attending the banquet will have a palace flower on their head, and a bronze plaque on the flower branch with the three words "Enrong Banquet" on it.
Only Qin Dewei, the number one scholar, wore a flower card on his head made of silver, and the green feathers were decorated with gold powder to symbolize his special status.
At this honor banquet in the 14th year of Jiajing, the honored minister represented by the emperor was Wu Dinghou Guo Xun, the most popular military attache in the early Jiajing Dynasty.
In the cabinet, the first assistant Zhang Fuking was unwilling to come because of someone, the second assistant Fang Xianfu was unwilling to come, and the bachelor Zhai Luan was also unwilling to come because of someone. As a result, only the third-ranked bachelor Li Shi was able to attend.
At such a banquet, the number one scholar who broke the historical record was of course the focus. After paying homage to the ministers present, countless people from the same year came to propose a toast to the number one scholar of Qin.
We are not stupid. Qin Dewei was awarded the No. 1 Scholar at the age of seventeen. After entering the officialdom, he studied in the Sixth Rank Hanlin Academy and wrote such a super clear stream. What does it mean?
In simple terms, this means that Qin Dewei has been ten years ahead of most people since he entered officialdom, and he is only seventeen years old.
The average age of a Jinshi is about thirty, which means that Qin Dewei just entered the officialdom, and his status is equivalent to that of most people who reach forty in the same year.
Even if Qin Dewei does nothing in the future and can only be promoted to the first level after passing the exam every nine years, then by the time he is around 60, he can be promoted almost five times and become a fourth-rank Hanyuan Ci official.
If you are transferred from outside, it is equivalent to a third-grade minister in the capital, or a chief envoy in another place, or a governor!
In other words, as long as Qin Zhuangyuan first does not rebel, secondly does not insult the emperor, thirdly, he can live to sixty, and fourthly, he does not resign.
So even if he lies down and sleeps every day, he will be a minister or governor until the end, and he will definitely be an examiner a few times and recruit a lot of disciples.
This is the minimum threshold for a seventeen-year-old top scholar to enter the officialdom. It is absolutely impossible to go lower than this.
What if the seventeen-year-old No. 1 pick doesn’t want to lie down and sleep every day?
Look at Fei Hong, who was the top scholar at the age of 20, Li Dongyang, who was a jinshi at 18, and Yang Tinghe, who was a jinshi at 19. Each of them has a chief assistant.
Outsiders don't understand, they only know that they made up in the play that after winning the first prize, they became "eight governors" and "imperial envoys", but insiders must be very knowledgeable.
For someone of the same age like this, one must "feel deeply and feel depressed".
We have no way to get along with the current ministers and bachelors, so we can just make friends with the future ones!
Xu Gu, a township party member who came from Nanjing with him, wanted to squeeze in for a toast, but was stopped by Chen Feng.
"Let's not join in the fun and drink, keep our spirits up, and carry Qin Banqiao back when it's over!" Chen Feng said wittily.
Since time traveling, Qin Dewei rarely gets drunk, but he really can't stand the crowds now! More than three hundred people in the same year can't stand even one person taking a small sip.
At the end of the first audition, he was still thinking of looking for future celebrities on the list to hug him, but in the end, everyone else wanted to hug him.
In fact, Qin Dewei's drinking capacity is not too bad, but not long after today, he was already drifting, as if he was in the clouds.
Suddenly someone shouted: "Drunkness is harmful to the body, little Qin, please control yourself!"
Qin Dewei said drunkenly: "I was in those days"
Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong. Qin Dewei immediately looked back and saw that it was the old teacher Zhang Chao and Zhang Chao.
The master among the masters of Heaven and Earth, the most genuine one.
Academician Zhang sneered: "What happened to me back then?"
Qin Dewei slapped his forehead, trying to wake himself up as much as possible, then bowed and said respectfully: "Student, when I see the glory today, I can't help but miss the poverty and desolation back then.
For a moment, I was flooded with ideas, and I thought of a song called "Manjianghonghong", and I just said four words, "Teacher, here you are!"
Zhang Xueshi mocked: "I had four words back then? You go ahead and make them up!"
"Then let the teacher appreciate it!" Qin Dewei opened his posture and raised his hand. His expression seemed to be lost in the memories of the past, and he started to sing and chant.
"In those days, I was drunk several times, and the night moon in Shicheng was miserable! The lion was domineering and scolded Fang Qiu!
Autumn willows are green in Jinling, and the cold waves in Zhuzhu are rushing at midnight! I asked Bianzhou, who calls the falling plum blossom wind, and the sound of the flute."
Bachelor Zhang: ""
Qin Dewei continued to sing the second half of the song in his drunkenness: "Stop chanting loudly and stop singing; when you are tired of drinking alone, the remaining red color disappears. Suddenly the wind in the sky blows your dream, and the whale sprays snow."
The frost clock in the lower world urged me to go away, but I saw that the vast expanse of sandbanks were white. Suddenly I came back in shock, the wind and rain locked the city, and it was desolate!"
Wucao! Everyone was shocked, did you really make it up?
My peers from all over the world finally understood why people in southern Zhili always said that Qin Dewei was a poet.
Only two Nanjing residents, Chen Feng and Xu Gu, continued to remain calm. Don't be alarmed if you take the trouble.
Academician Zhang waved his sleeves and left, commenting in four words: "Untimely!"
Seeing that the old teacher had left, the atmosphere became lively again. Someone said, "Qin Banqiao, don't you write a No. 1 poem?"
Qin Dewei responded: "I don't see you giving poems to me, the number one scholar!"
The man said again: "Who has the nerve to do something for everyone? Banqiao wrote it himself."
Qin Dewei waved his hand modestly: "Forget it, I'm not good at writing about myself."
For no other reason than for some reason, the poems written by the number one scholar in later generations were so bad that they couldn’t be used, so they couldn’t copy them.
The most appropriate poem "No. 1 among the five hundred, flowers are like Luoqi and willows are like smoke" was written by Shu Fen eighteen years ago.
Someone else laughed and said: "Banqiao is too modest! Why are you not good at describing yourself?
When he was twelve years old, he wrote, "The great dream is that there are several springs in Jinling, and people cross the Qingxi peach leaves across the river."
When he was thirteen years old, he wrote, "I, the King of Huai, am an old chicken and dog, and I will not follow the immortals to the human world."
When I was fourteen, I wrote, "Don't ask about Sansheng's affairs when I show up. I have been in the world for fourteen years."
When he was fifteen years old, he wrote, "In the vast ocean, with a grain of rice in my body, how could Mo Yi ask for the cause?"
Aren’t these poems all written by you? You can compose another one in this style!"
Qin Dewei: ""
He was very unsure, was this a real fan or an anti-fan?
Everyone shouted: "The number one scholar will compose a song!"
Qin Dewei sighed and said casually: "There are no poetic ideas, just a few lyrics here and there!
I am born like a morning dew, like a dream or an illusion. There is life and there is death, so why should I be the number one scholar?"
Qin Zhuangyuan, who had drunk too much, secretly cursed a few times. People in later generations are so stupid that they can't even write Zhuangyuan! He has to make it up on the spot by himself!
