(Although I was overtaken again, I am a talker, three watches, but tomorrow, because I have been angry tonight...... Forget it, don't mention it, tomorrow's three watches. ）-

"The meaning of this sentence is that Confucius said, 'Because I did not become an official when I was young, I lived a relatively poor life, and I learned many skills in order to earn a living.'"

In the graceful voice of the Jiangnan woman, there is tenacity and calmness after the tempering of the world. Without looking up, Wang Xian knew that it was Lin Qing'er who came.

"Could it be that I have to go this way too?" Wang Xian smiled bitterly: "But I don't need to ...... anything I know now."

Hearing this, Lin Qing'er shook her head and said with deep feelings: "If you don't become an official, life is too difficult." "The days of 'picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan' are noble, but when you encounter something, you can let others slaughter it, and where can you go freely?

"I don't know what to do?" Wang Xian raised his head and saw Lin Qing'er in a white dress and carrying a bamboo basket, standing at the door as light as a chrysanthemum. On the day she came back from Sanshan Town, this was the first time she had come to the door. "What wind brought you here?"

"......" Although Lin Qing'er was still thin, her face was no longer so pale, and her face was slightly red when she heard this: "Chongyang Golden Wind." As he spoke, he lifted the basket and said, "Send some cakes to the eldest lady." ”

"It's the Double Ninth Festival......" Wang Xian sighed lightly, he woke up for a whole month: "Why haven't you seen Uncle Seven?" ”

"He, there's something going on at home." Lin Qing'er's face turned even redder, and she lowered her head slightly: "I'll just deliver this thing myself." ”

"Come in and sit." Wang Xian turned around: "Try my mother's homemade lotus tea." He went to pick up the teapot.

"I love flower tea the most...... Lin Qing'er's earlobes were red after speaking, and when she saw that Wang Xian was going to make tea, she quickly put down the basket and said, "You can rest, it's not good yet." ”

Wang Xian let go of his hand, sat down like an uncle, waited for Lin Qing'er to pour the tea, picked up a cup and said, "Is there any news in Beijing?" ”

Lin Qing'er also held a cup, looked at the pale green tea soup, and said softly: "No, but it won't be too much of a problem, because there is Zhou Zhentai." ”

Wang Xian suddenly said: "It turns out that you found the door of Zhou Zhentai at the beginning!" ”

"If it weren't for Zhou Zhentai's promise, I wouldn't be at ease." Lin Qing'er glanced at Wang Xian and said, "We didn't know each other at the beginning, so I didn't tell you ......."

"That should be fine." Wang Xian took a sip of tea and sighed: "Hurry up and end it, everyone live in peace." ”

"Hmm." Lin Qing'er nodded lightly, and asked after a while, "In the future, what are you going to do?" ”

"I haven't thought about it," Wang Xian said with a wry smile: "I think reading is the right way, but it's a pity that you gave me the Analects, and there are still many things I don't understand." ”

'Poof......' When Lin Qing'er heard this, she almost squirted out a mouthful of tea, hurriedly covered her mouth, coughed lightly several times, and then said: "You have only watched it for a few days, and there are only some places that you don't understand, if you are not satisfied, everyone in the world will find a piece of tofu and pretend to be dead." ”

"Ugh. You misunderstood...... Wang Xian said quite embarrassedly: "I'm not exactly Bai Ding. ”

"And what books have you read?"

"Uh," Wang Xian thought for a while, and said truthfully: ""Hundred Family Names", "Thousand Character Essays", and "Analects"...... No more. ”

"No wonder ......" Lin Qing'er thought that Wang Xian had read a few days before his father's accident, so he thought about it very seriously: "If you can start reading the Analects, you must have finished reading Mengxue." If you can persist in studying hard and have the guidance of a good teacher, you can take the county exam after almost ten years. ”

"So long?" Wang Xian opened his mouth wide and studied hard for ten years, how could it be?

"No way." Lin Qing'er said: "There are too many people in Zhejiang who are reading, and it is more difficult to take the test to show off than to raise people elsewhere." As far as I know, even the smartest genius has to go ten years...... Like my brother used twelve years. You can't even write now, I said ten years, it's already ......" paused, she whispered: "Take your genius." ”

"I'm not a genius." Wang Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly, he knew his own family affairs, and he worked very hard when he was studying, but he still couldn't be among the best, so he had to admit that there was a difference in qualifications.

"A leap of Qiji can't be a thousand miles, ten horses are driven, and the merit is relentless." Lin Qing'er seemed very happy to see him motivated, and cheered him on: "Even if you are thirty years old, you will be admitted to Xiucai, and it is not too late!" ”

"......" Wang Xian is sweating, "what if you can't pass the exam at the age of thirty?" ”

"That's more miserable...... Lin Qing'er whispered: "But when the time comes, at least I can write for others, settle accounts, and support myself." ”

Wang Xian stopped talking to her.

Lin Qing'er wanted to say something, but she was too ashamed to speak, so she could only sit with her head bored.

"Is there any other way?" Wang Xian asked.

"Yes." Lin Qing'er is now well-informed, and gave him advice: "There are three ways to elect officials in the country, and in addition to the right way, there are also two ways to recommend and officials. When the emperor orders the local tribute to raise talents, our county will have a quota, and if you pass the examination in Beijing, you can be awarded an official position. However, in the ninth year of the current Yongle Emperor's reign, he has issued a decree to the local state government to recommend it twice, which is far less than in the Hongwu period. ”

"Then there is the promotion of officials, and the officials take an exam every three years, and after the three examinations are completed, they can get their birth and be eligible to participate in the selection of officials."

"Oh......" After listening to Lin Qing'er's explanation, Wang Xiancai learned that in this era, the Ming Dynasty still selected and appointed officials in three ways at the same time, although there were already signs of heavy imperial examinations, but officials from tribute and officials could still get normal promotions.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief and asked, "Is it difficult to recommend?" ”

"But all those who are tributed are all talented and excellent people, because they have to be tried by the Son of Heaven himself. Now that Emperor Yongle is wise and martial, you won't be able to pass the test without ten years of hard work. Lin Qing'er looked at him and said, "How good is it to have this kung fu to take the imperial examination, why do you need to take the name of luck?" ”

"......" Thinking about the escort student in his previous life, Wang Xian had no hope of recommendation, and sighed: "It seems that I only have a clerk to go." ”

"Why do you look down on the officials?" Lin Qing'er looked at Wang Xian puzzled and said, "Uncle Wang is a servant?" ”

"I don't look down on it, but I always hear people say that the ...... of small officials and small officials" Wang Xian was influenced by his previous life, and he always felt that being a small official was not very decent.

"Only officials call it that, I don't know why you think so." Lin Qing'er felt unbelievable and said: "Officials, the people are also officials." In the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the country, most of the officials in the court were born as officials, even if they are no longer in the grand occasion of the original, but there are still many servants and political envoys! ”

Saying that, she looked at Wang Xian, bit her lower lip lightly, and said, "Besides, you can't be a ...... if you want to?"

I don't know if it's an auditory hallucination or what, Wang Xian feels like she's being coquettish, and can't help but chill, Lao Tzu is too sentimental, how can people be coquettish to a scoundrel?

He asked a little unconvinced, "Why can't you be it?" ”

"Anyone who serves as a servant, for example, if the farmer's net worth is innocent and there is no fault, and the Chinese New Year's Eve is below, those who can write are selected." Lin Qing'er looked at him and said, "Don't talk about the first two, just talk about the third one......"

Wang Xian, this sweat, first, he can't write calligraphy, and second, he can't write traditional characters...... I couldn't help but blush: "I just practice calligraphy!" ”

"Well, I want to practice calligraphy. Whether it is a clerk, a tribute, or a righteous path, you must be able to write. Lin Qing'er said, her head gradually lowered, and her voice gradually whispered: "Actually, I can teach you ......"

"It's time to practice calligraphy." Wang Xian nodded. I can't even write a word, and everything I say is in vain, "Go back and buy some paper and a pen, practice the words first, and then talk about anything else." ”

"You don't have to buy ......" Lin Qing'er looked at him and said softly: "I have a lot of stock at home, and if I don't use it, I will waste it, so I will send you some tomorrow." ”

"Thank you very much." Wang Xian smiled: "Actually, I don't have any money." ”

"......" Lin Qing'er was already numb to Wang Xian's scoundrel, and was about to say something more, when she suddenly heard a knock on the door outside, and it turned out to be Wang Xian's wife coming back.

Lin Qing'er couldn't sit still, got up and went out nervously, and said hello to Mrs. Wang Xian.

The old lady was in a good mood, looked at her, and said with a smile: "Miss Lin came to see me?" ”

Lin Qing'er's pink face turned into a red cloth, and she whispered: "No, my niece came to give Chongyang cake to my aunt." ”

"Really?" Mrs. Wang Xian is from here, seeing Lin Qing'er's face blushing like this, she smiled ambiguously: "Don't bother you, you can continue to talk ......"

"My niece left first, and I'll come to see my aunt another day." Lin Qing'er's face was so red that she didn't say hello to Wang Xian, and fled.

After Lin Qing'er left, the old lady smiled at Wang Xian and said: "This girl is good, when you are in trouble, no one dislikes it." ”

"Mother...... Wang Xian coughed dryly. Changed the subject: "How did my father become a prison officer step by step?" ”

"What is this...... the old lady thought about: "When your father was young, he also studied, but his family background was not good, and he came down to work after two years, worked in the pawnshop at home for a few years, and learned to settle accounts." Later, by chance, I met the county government medical hall, that is, Dr. Wu. Dr. Wu took advantage of his identity to help him introduce him to an errand in the yamen. ”

"Your father started as a scrivener who wrote pleadings for others, and stepped into the torture room as a bookposter, and then finally survived until he became a regular and became a scrivener in the torture room who had a complaint in the imperial court, and worked for a few years before he became the secretary......"

"How many years did it take?" In Wang Xian's memory, his father seems to have always been very powerful.

"Twenty years...... the old lady thought for a while and said, "But your father has only been working in the yamen for a few years, and the family is well-off, so I would rather he not be this official." ”

"......" Wang Xian was speechless, it seems that he really has to re-acquaint himself with this so-called 'little official'.

In fact, as long as it is substituted into the afterlife, it is not difficult to understand at all. The sixth room is equivalent to the county bureau, who can become the director of the bureau in one step? Don't all have to struggle for ten or twenty years?

It seems that Daddy is really amazing......