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Minghua College is located in Nanguo, Jiangzhou, covering an area of more than ten acres. The upper courtyard and lower courtyard are separated. The lower courtyard is in the south and the upper courtyard is in the north. They are separated by high walls and are basically not connected to each other.
For such a zoning design, Chen Jianchen knew in his heart that it was not like the difference between the junior high school and the high school like some comprehensive schools on the earth plane.
However, no matter the lower courtyard or the upper courtyard, the area is not large, and the buildings are all square and square, which makes people feel that they are very in line with the rules and etiquette.
When new students register, there will be a dedicated person in the college to guide them and make them familiar with the college environment.
Because Chen Jianchen and Wang Fu were different, as a junior student, Chen Jianchen was assigned a single room to live in the college, while Wang Fu could only share a room with another scholar.
After looking at the room, although it was not big, it was very elegant and clean. Chen Jianchen was quite satisfied. He put away his luggage and books and made the bed and quilt - this place would become his new residence.
In fact, there is no fixed time limit for scholars to enter school. After passing the imperial examination and being admitted as a Jinshi, you will be considered a perfect graduate; but if you keep taking the exam and fail, then you can continue to study in the academy——
The premise is that you have enough money.
Studying in a government school costs a lot, not to mention fixed tuition fees, daily accommodation, food, etiquette money, teacher honor money, book money, etc. Add up all kinds of things, and you will basically spend a silver ingot a month.
Such an expensive fee is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Of course, a scholar does not necessarily have to enter an official school. You can also stay at home and study by yourself. But that means you have given up on the imperial examination.
It is too difficult to be self-taught, and it is even more difficult to have access to various imperial examination resources in official schools.
Chen Jianchen is a junior student, so he does not have to bear all kinds of expenses, so he is free and relaxed. However, the status of a senior student is not permanent. If he falls behind in the annual scientific examination that year, his qualification as a senior student will be revoked.
, and became an ordinary student. At that time, Chen Jianchen's family was unable to afford all the expenses.
Chen Jianchen secretly kept these problems in mind and has been looking for solutions.
After settling in, he was about to go out for a walk when Wang Fu came and said, "Liu Xian, let's go. I'll invite you to the Zhuangyuan Building for a drink."
Zhuangyuan House is the leading restaurant in Jiangzhou. A plate of green vegetables costs fifty cents, so the consumption is really quite high. Since Wang Fu is so enthusiastic, Chen Jianchen has no excuse. Anyway, it is not the official start of school yet, so there is no need to abide by the rules.
According to Xiangyuan regulations, you can go out for a walk and experience something.
On the way, Wang Fu complained: "Brother Yu is really unlucky. He was assigned a room by lot and ended up in the same room as an old man. Judging from his appearance, he was fifty rather than sixty. He had a white beard, a dry face, and his language was tasteless.
He looks disgusting, and the days to come will be difficult. I'm wondering if I should spend ten silver coins to get a separate dormitory to live in."
Chen Jianchen smiled and said: "Brother Futai, that's your business, you don't have to tell me."
To be honest, Chen Jianchen's ears were a little impatient now that Wang Fu was nagging all day long, like a resentful woman.
Wang Fu didn't care, and kept talking to himself, just like the surging river, which continued endlessly.
Chen Jianchen felt depressed after hearing this, so he simply started practicing "Sanli Zhenzhang" and immersed himself in his own world, turning his ears away from what was going on outside the window.
"Sanli Zhenzhang" is profound, profound and mysterious. It is a method for cultivating Haoran's righteousness. Fortunately, the power of the evil-preventing pen opened up Chen Jianchen's Niwan Palace directly. It was like someone had enlightened him and he passed the most difficult first step.
After passing one level, all that remains is to persevere in understanding and practice.
Chen Jianchen hopes to cultivate righteousness as soon as possible, and then he will be able to write words containing righteousness with any pen and ink without the need for an evil-proofing pen.
That is the ability that truly belongs to you. It is not fake and cannot be taken away by anyone.
The city of Jiangzhou is bustling with activity, the streets are filled with stalls, and the sound of hawking can be heard.
Wang Fu kept talking, but his eyes were darting around, looking at the big girls on the street - this guy was still lustful and stubborn.
Chen Jianchen looked funny and ignored him.
After a while, the two came to the Zhuangyuan Building and asked for a table by the window. Wang Fu ordered five delicious dishes and a jug of good wine.
After the food and wine were served, we started eating and drinking.
Wang Fu smiled and asked, "Liu Xian, how do you like the food and wine here?"
Chen Jianchen replied calmly: "Not bad."
"That's good. Brother Yu will invite Liuxian here to eat and drink more often."
Hearing this, Chen Jianchen said seriously: "Brother Futai, when the academy officially opens, I will concentrate on studying and will not indulge in food, so this matter cannot be mentioned again."
Wang Fu was stunned and wanted to say something funny, but facing Chen Jianchen's clear and bright eyes, he couldn't say anything. He knew that Chen Jianchen was serious.
Chen Jianchen simply blocked the conversation. On the one hand, he did not want to follow Wang Fu all the time and let others talk. He must know that once or twice is "etiquette", and three or four times is "unruly"; on the other hand,
He had to seize the time to practice the "Sanli Zhenzhang". How could he have so much time to eat, drink and have fun with Wang Fu?
Wang Fu is a man of acceptable nature and character. But he and Chen Jianchen, after all, belong to two different worlds, and their ideas and aspirations are completely different from each other. The so-called Tao is different, and they do not agree with each other.
Wang Fuguan laughed and said: "Whether you concentrate on studying or not, it seems that Brother Yu also wants to learn from Liuxian..."
He said this, but there was no sincerity at all.
Chen Jianchen didn't believe it even more - before coming to Jiangzhou, Wang Fu said very bluntly that he would go find Zhu's mother after arriving in Jiangzhou to see if there was any way to regain his glory.
Who is Mother Zhu?
But he is the top bustard of Yihonglou in Jiangzhou. It is said that he has developed a superb ventriloquist. Under the influence of his tongue, he can turn salted fish over and carve rotten wood. The meaning of this is not enough for outsiders to understand.
But what happened to Wang Fu? Chen Jianchen was too lazy to care about it now and couldn't care about it.
If the words are not speculative, it will be a bit cold.
It doesn't matter if it's a quiet time, you can concentrate on eating and drinking.
Suddenly there was a commotion on the street outside the window, as if someone was arguing, and many people were making noises and making a fuss.
Chen Jianchen curiously poked his head out and saw many people gathered in a circle on the street. In the circle, a man was pushing a cart of big pineapples for sale. At this time, there was a slovenly man in a torn scarf and woolen clothes leaning on the front of the cart.
The Taoist priest kept begging the man to give him a pear to eat.