After the interview, Yuan Shuzhi and Zeng Juan began to wait endlessly again. This time was different from the last time. The first time was a written test. They were not sure. They were completely unsure about whether they could pass the exam. It’s not that I take it too seriously. Now I feel good about myself, but I’m obsessed with it and worry about gains and losses.
Yuan Shuzhi had lost the mood to read novels in the past few days. Apart from playing with Ming Nu, the rest of the time he either covered his head and fell asleep, or stared blankly with a book. Zeng Juan was in the same situation, he just hid in the house and wouldn't come out.
A week later, the sound of blowing and beating could be heard faintly from the entrance of the alley in the distance. The sound gradually became louder. When they arrived near Zeng Juan's house, there was an overwhelming sound of firecrackers. The neighbors had already gathered together. Yuan Shuzhi and Zeng Juan Juan's heart was in his throat, and he heard one person announce loudly: "Report!!! Congratulations to Zeng Juan, the civil servant admission notice has arrived!"
The Senate originally did not have the system of announcing good news. Most of the people who reported good news were some small officials from the government school, government school, and Gongyuan who colluded with unemployed vagrants to take this opportunity to seek rewards. The imperial examination for high schools is a happy event, and those who come to announce the good news will naturally not cause any complaints. , but this good news has its first, second, and third reports. Every time, rewards and food are given. Naturally, the big families don’t care, but the small families are often affected by it. But this is a happy event after all. You She also has to deal with borrowing money to buy wine and meat.
Since the people in the Guandi Temple were purged, no one dared to announce the good news. This time the good news was not announced, but Liu Xiang's instruction and carried out by the newly established Guangzhou Post and Telecommunications Bureau. The purpose was nothing more than to create publicity.
At this time, the whole alley naturally erupted. Neighbors all congratulated Zeng Juan's parents. A stone fell from Zeng Juan's heart. He cried with joy. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times in the direction of the Lingao Senate, shouting: "Long live the Emperor of the Song Dynasty! Long live the Senate, and the elders may live a thousand years!" Then he turned around and kowtowed several times to his parents to thank them for their upbringing.
After Zeng Juan had done this, he got up and took the bright red civil service admission notice, and looked at it happily. It was just an ordinary large red envelope of kraft paper, with a line of words written in regular script in ink in the middle, and the seal was covered with seams. The big seal sounds really ordinary, but he holds it like a treasure.
Zeng Juan’s parents hurriedly gave the applicant one silver dollar to announce the good news, but they were rejected by the applicant:
"We are staff of the Guangzhou Post and Telecommunications Bureau, and this is our job. We cannot accept money." The "good news team" who came to deliver the notice was wearing a dark green short coat and a cross-body canvas bag.
"Then please take a break while I prepare some wine to entertain you."
"We have other notices to send, you can just celebrate at home." The person who came was very polite.
At this time, no one paid attention to Yuan Shuzhi in the corner. He was alone there, very disappointed. Sometimes nothing is more sad than a good friend becoming famous, but he couldn't show it, so he could only stay silently in the corner. He felt that the whole sky was filled with Gray.
Just when Yuan Shuzhi was almost in despair, the employee who announced the good news asked again: "This is Zeng House. Is there anyone named Yuan?"
Zeng Juan's father was stunned and said quickly: "Yes! Yes! Wan Shenglu's accountant Yuan Shuzhi lives in this house..."
Before he finished speaking, several trumpeters started playing again. The postman took out a big red envelope from the canvas bag, raised his voice and said loudly: "Report!!!!!!! Congratulations to Yuan Shuzhi of Zeng Mansion!, Civil Service Admission Notice"
arrive!
"Coax!" The whole alley exploded again and even more thoroughly. The feng shui of Zeng Juan's family was so good that two Song officials from Australia were born in the family! It's incredible! Some people even started to think of borrowing feng shui...
Yuan Shuzhi tremblingly took the notice, which was clearly written in black Song font on the red paper: Admission Notice for Civil Servants of Guangzhou Special City of the Song Dynasty, signed with the official seal of the Cadre Office of the Senate of the Song Dynasty.
He held the notice and read it again and again. He felt a mixture of sadness and joy. Although he already knew that he would be admitted to high school after getting the first place in the written examination, but at this moment, holding the notice, he felt like he was in a dream.
Generally speaking, he couldn't speak. Even when the postman asked him to "seal", he acted in a dull manner, like a marionette.
"Old Yuan! Congratulations!" Zeng Juan patted his shoulder hard, causing Yuan Shuzhi to wake up immediately. He couldn't help but laugh up to the sky and said, "I never thought that I, Yuan Shuzhi, would still be here today!" After saying this, tears started to fall from the corners of his eyes.
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Zeng Juaniang hurriedly said: "Lao Yuan, today is a good day for you! Don't be sad..."
"Yes, yes, that's right!" Yuan Shuzhi quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, carefully hid the admission notice, and said, "Let's go and greet the guests."
Zeng Juan's family was in a happy mood. Zeng Juan's father took out some money to help people book a few banquets and entertained the neighbors, relatives and friends in the evening. He looked at this simple notice and cried.
vertically and horizontally.
"Son, you are finally making a difference, and our family can finally turn around!"
"Dad, this is not a formal appointment. You have to go through training before you can take up the position." Zeng Juan said this, but his face was already smiling. The past few months of hard study have paid off. The pass rate this time is about 30%.
5. The admission rate is very high, but many old scholars can't change their minds and write essays as stereotypes. There are also those who praise the emperor of the Song Dynasty in their articles that are completely off-topic. Naturally, these people were screened out in the first batch.
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He wanted to say something else, but he was harassed by the endless stream of congratulators. Most people, including his parents, believed that the Guangzhou Prefectural Examination was at least equivalent to a meritorious examination, and it was the proper way to take the imperial examination.
, much better than the previous police officers like Li Ziyu. Everyone agreed that the Zeng family was about to become prosperous!
While the family entertained the guests, they sent people around to announce the good news to relatives and friends. In the evening, they held a banquet to entertain the guests. It was an indescribable joy.
It wasn't until after sending off the guests and collecting the dishes that Zeng Juan and Yuan Shuzhi opened the admission notice. They saw only three pages inside: one page was the admission notice, indicating the date and month to report to Lingao Cadre Management School.
, the location was Gongyuan. The other one was a physical examination notice, and the last one was a political review form. There were several pages of content. There were quite some contents that he found baffling. It was so detailed that Zeng had a headache after reading it. Some of the title issues in it were even more confusing.
He didn't know what to say, and he didn't dare to write on it rashly, for fear of writing something wrong.
"Forget it, let's talk about it then." He looked at it halfway and said.
The next day, an unexpected congratulator came, and it was Wu Dai - it turned out that he also passed the interview. After congratulating each other, Wu Dai expressed his intention.
"Ah Juan, several students from the original school have also passed the exam. In a few days, they have an appointment to see their master. I don't know whether I should go or not, so I came to you to discuss it."
"Senior, I don't have any scholars in my family. What's the point of meeting the master?"
"This has been the practice since the Tang Dynasty. If the examiner takes your test paper, it is both a master and a disciple. If you study politics and love talents, and recognize the master-disciple status, it will be a big help in the officialdom in the future!" Wu Ji explained
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"But we still need to undergo training before we can be appointed officers..."
"They don't understand this. They think this is the imperial examination and the training is just a formality."
This is not wrong.
Zeng Juan listened silently. He had zero experience in the examination room and couldn't make up his mind whether he should go to see a teacher.
To go back to the past, of course he had to pay a visit to his master. Not only that, he also had to pay a visit to his master. He had heard someone say that the relationship between teachers and students, the friendship between the same subjects, and the continuous exchange of ideas was a great force.
It is the biggest support for people in the officialdom.
However, the rules of the Senate of the Song Dynasty are now the same as those of the Ming Dynasty. After all, the rules and regulations of the Senate are different from those of the Ming Dynasty.
He thought for a while and said: "I think it's okay to go and pay homage. First of all, this is the old rule in the imperial court, and the Senate has no express permission to do so. It is a great virtue to come to honor the master, and it is reasonable to go to pay homage to the master.
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"I didn't expect that little brother is very knowledgeable." Wu Yi nodded and said, "Brother Yu thinks so too, but..."
"Just what?"
"Hmm..." There was a slight hesitation in Wu Kai's words: "According to convention, the examiner is the academic administration of a province, who is the chairperson. Students who come to the door must hold a thank you gift, hand over a disciple's post, call themselves a disciple, and call the chairperson a teacher. If they come from a similar background,
The master has some experience, so he can be called Master!"
Zeng Juan listened blankly, thinking that there is nothing wrong with this, what is the point?
Seeing that he was not enlightened, Wu Ji said helplessly: "This time the examiner is Zhang Yuanlao!"
Zeng Juan understood that Zhang Yuanlao was the defense lawyer in the Wu Zhi case. For a girl who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, it was unseemly to ask her to be her tutor. I am afraid that there has never been a female tutor since the beginning of the imperial examination.
Master, he is still so young.
"Then, don't the students mind?" Zeng Juan asked.
"They said that there is no age in learning, and those who are successful come first. The elders of the Australian and Song dynasties all have talents in the world and are qualified to be our teachers. Mr. Zhang is a young scholar in a province, and his future is limitless." Wu
She rolled her eyes as she spoke. "Besides, men and women were equal in the Song Dynasty, so what happened to women? Chief Du said women can hold up half the sky."
Zeng Juan laughed: "They learn very quickly."
However, for the sake of fame and fortune, he went to kneel down to a young girl and call him "teacher". If he didn't have a thick skin, it would be impossible. Zeng Juan unconsciously felt a little secretly contempt for those who were going to pay homage to the teacher.
"So Brother Yu feels embarrassed and goes to worship. I can't do such a shameless thing. If I don't go, what if I offend this female veteran and get angry during the training? Wouldn't it be a big mistake?"
Zeng Juan thought it was indeed true, but while hesitating, Yuan Shuzhi on the side said: "Brother Wu is pedantic. Even if you give up for five buckets of rice, you still have to worry about what to do with these things! I think, even if you are willing to worship, people will still
I don’t want to accept your worship!”
This sentence is like a word that wakes up a dreamer.