The Red Mansions

Chapter 42
There was no outsider present, Song Yuan's attitude was obviously much closer, and he said with a smile: "Zi Sheng has already told me about Mr. Jia, the post of Dianshu is usually to organize books, but the work is leisurely, and the monthly salary is one or two, although it is meager Some, but the pavilion will provide free three meals and lodging, and you can also borrow books to read in the pavilion, and pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all available, but you need to be careful, try not to take them out of the prison, so as to hinder gossip, and provide additional information Two sets of regular shirts in spring and summer, for the students in the middle school to identify when they enter the cabinet, this is a token, you can come in and out without hindrance."

As he spoke, he handed over a thin booklet and said, "Young Master Jia recorded his name on it for inspection by the school inspector."

Jia Heng took it with both hands, read it, picked up the writing brush on the side, and signed in the blank space.

Then, give the token to Jia Heng.

Jia Heng got up, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you Mr. Song."

This Song Yuan and Song Recorder will be his immediate superior in the future, but the salary of this clerk's post is indeed meager, one tael of silver will be enough to make ends meet.

The big maids of Jia's mansion... that's the number.

Song Yuan said: "Young Master Jia, you are welcome, I will take you to the third floor first, and you are usually on duty in Area A of the third floor."

"Thank you." Jia Heng cupped his hands, and followed Song Yuan out of the living room, up the wooden ladder, and headed towards the third floor.

Along the way, Jia Heng met many supervisors who were in a hurry with books in their hands. When they met Song and Jia, they didn't have many strange eyes, and they were speechless all the way.

On the third floor, at a position near the window, there is an ear room with a hollowed-out wooden window. The inner space is not too big or small, with tables, chairs and bookcases, everything is available.

When Jia Heng entered the room, he felt that the window was bright and clean. On the desk next to the window, there were pens, ink, paper and inkstone on it. He felt that the working environment was not bad, at least it was very quiet.

Seeing Jia Heng's expression, Song Yuan knew he was satisfied, and said with a smile: "The bibliographies recorded in District A are all listed in the bookcase for inspection and verification."

Jia Heng nodded, and said: "The pavilion is infiltrated with the atmosphere of Zhongyuan, which is a good place to study and prepare for exams."

Song Yuan smiled and said: "Young Master Jia's words are not bad, but if you are preparing for the exam, you must hurry up. The capital is different from other places. The county and government exams are all in the winter moon. If you want to take the exam, Mr. Jia , It's been two or three months."

In fact, he was also a little puzzled, why Han Hui was so interested in this young man who hadn't yet entered school, could it be that Jia's surname... had another name?
"The exam period in Kyoto is actually different from the place?" Jia Heng was surprised, cupped his hands and said, "I still need to ask Song Lushi for advice."

Judging from the past few days, the Chen-Han system did not completely follow the Ming system, but more of a mixture of Tang, Song and Ming systems.

Just like the generals in "A Dream of Red Mansions", festivals, control, and defense go hand in hand, and the official system is simply the integration of the Tang, Song, and Ming dynasties.

Song Yuan said: "There are three exams at the county, government, and court level, and two exams every three years. Most of the localities are presided over by county magistrates, government officials, and academic officials. , but there is a difference, since the Taizong Dynasty, the examination is at the end of the winter month, and the second examination in Lixian County and the government is considered to enter the school. If you want to enter the school and get the reputation of a scholar, you can catch up with this subject."

In fact, it can be seen that the place of the capital is intentionally different from the place, not only that, even the number of admissions is different.

Even the provincial examination is divided into three rankings in the north, south and middle school. If you want a set of papers for the whole country, this has never happened in Guochao!

Jia Heng was stunned, cupped his hands and said, "So that's how it is."

His idea is to rely on the second generation's super memory and learning ability to be a scholar in March next year, autumn in August, and spring in the next year. He doesn't ask for any ranking, as long as he can win, even if it is the last one.

Of course, before this is done, it is absolutely impossible to tell others that there is contempt for wild life.

Song Yuan said: "Young master Jia is only fourteen years old, even if he takes the exam next year, it's not too late, but now Dongyue is in a hurry."

Jia Heng cupped his hands and said, "What Song Lu Shi said is true."

After introducing the workplace, he led Jia Heng out of Wencui Pavilion, and went to a slightly dilapidated attic behind it. It was a daily residence, a small room, and of course not many people lived there. Everyone has another house nearby.

Perhaps because of Han Hui, Song Lushi was very attentive, and personally took Jia Heng around several places in the Guozijian, pointing out where the supervising students attend classes on weekdays.

When he came back again, an hour had passed, Song Lushi brought Jia Heng back to Wencui Pavilion, first let Jia Heng stay on the third floor of the pavilion, familiarize himself with the copybooks, and just ask if you have anything to do.

Then, someone sent a letter to Han Hui.

When the sun was setting to the west, Jia Heng was reading the list of books in the cabinet in the cabinet, when he heard a hearty laughter from outside, saying: "Brother Jia."

Jia Heng raised his eyes to look at the person who came, saw that it was Han Hui, stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Zisheng, when did you come, brother Wendu is also here, please."

After exchanging pleasantries, Han Hui and Yu Zhen entered the pavilion and found a chair to sit on.

Jia Heng poured a cup of tea for each of them, and said: "Fang is here, everything is complicated and needs to be familiarized with, and I will go to visit the two brothers later."

Han Hui smiled and said, "Wendu and I just finished school. I heard Mr. Song said you were here, so I stopped by to have a look. Why, are you still used to everything in the pavilion?"

The day before yesterday when I went back home, I showed the song "Linjiang Immortal" to my father. After my father read it, he was speechless for a long time, murmuring several times, and talking about all kinds of things from ancient to modern times.

Until dinner in the evening, I was full of emotion and regret.

Of course, out of curiosity, Han Huang asked Han Hui, the author's name and surname, it was a little hard to believe that these poems were written by a young man who was not as good as a weak crown, and later heard what Han Hui said, it was just a sigh of chanting history , then do not believe it.

While having lunch today, I overheard an acquaintance in the prison talking nonsense. This gentleman's family has a lot of money, and he used to hang out in romantic places, so he mentioned the anecdote that happened in Cuihong Building.

Unexpectedly, the young man surnamed Jia in front of him became angry and beat the head of the Jia clan violently.

Jia Heng said: "Guozijian Zhong Lingyuxiu, frequented Hongru, this place is even more quiet, suitable for reading, and I would like to thank Brother Han for taking the trouble to find this good place."

"Brother Jia doesn't think the salary is meager. Fortunately, with Brother Jia's talent, it's only an expedient measure." Han Hui waved his hand with a smile, holding a folding fan in his hand, pointing to the sky outside, and said with a smile: "It's getting late, why don't we go out to have some food together, and talk while eating, how about?"

Jia Heng nodded and said with a smile, "I'll talk to Mr. Song."

"Mr. Song, I think I've already gone back now." Han Hui said with a smile.

However, some people didn't talk about it, and while they were talking, Song Yuan had already arrived under the eaves of the corridor, holding a stack of manuscripts in his hand, and said with a smile, "Mr. Jia... um, Zisheng is here too?"

Han Hui smiled and said, "Mr. Song, I didn't see you in the official hall just now. I thought you had already left? I was about to go out to eat with Zisheng. It's better to meet you by chance, and we will go down together later."

Song Yuan put the manuscript on a few tables at the side, with a smile on his face, he said: "I came here originally to call Mr. Jia down to cleanse Mr. Jia."

Jia Heng said: "Mr. Song's title of son is really a shame to be born late. If you don't give up, just call me Ziyu."

Sometimes, there are no words, and it is very inconvenient to call each other.

But as soon as he didn't go to school, and he had no relatives, he could only temporarily pick up characters for himself to use as a title.

The one who hangs is jade, but it has warmth and moistness, but it lacks sharpness and sharpness. Adding a gold weapon is just what you want.

"A gentleman is like a heng, and his feathers are shining brightly. A heng is a beautiful jade. Ziyu is the word for it, so it is appropriate." Song Yuan smiled and praised.

Jia Heng smiled and corrected: "This jade is not the other jade, it is called gold and jade."

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "A gentleman is like jade, he cuts it like a hammer, he cuts it like a grinder, Ziyu's self-encouragement is expressed in words, which is rare and rare."

Yu Zhen smiled and said: "Mr. Song can understand everything, understand everything."

Jia Heng also took a deep look at Song Yuan, secretly said, as expected of the Imperial College, within ten steps, there must be grass.

Han Hui also smiled and said, "Then I'll change my tune and call Brother Ziyu."

After that, Jia Heng finished packing, and the group of people left Wencui Pavilion, exited the Imperial College, and headed towards Zuifenglou.

(End of this chapter)