Unstoppable [Quick Transmigration]

Two days later.

Due to the heavy snowfall yesterday, the mountains, rivers and land were covered with a thick layer of winter clothes. The Golden Buddha Temple on the top of Liangshan has become a paradise for literati again.

"...The road between the mountains is dark with snow, and the green mountains are blowing. The temple is cold and rainy, and the trees are high and low."

In the bamboo grove in the meditation room behind the Golden Buddha Temple, eight|nine scholars sat together, admiring the snow and composing poems, which is very elegant.

It's just that compared to the lively scenes of dozens or even hundreds of people huddling together in other places, this place is considered deserted.

"it is good."

But everyone gave enough face and clapped their hands in applause.

The scholar who had finished the poem had his face flushed, and he cupped his hands around, then turned to look at another scholar in Tsing Yi: "Brother Tan, please—"

The scholar in Tsing Yi immediately stood up, took two steps forward, and tapped the folding fan on his palm one after another. After about two or three minutes, his hand stopped: "Yes."

He chanted unhurriedly: "When the flying flowers come into the house six times, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into qiongzhi. Now I can look up to the mountains and cover all the evil roads in the world."

As soon as the words fell, I heard a burst of applause from outside the pavilion: "Okay, it's good to say that when six flying flowers enter the house, sit and watch the green bamboo change into Qiongzhi. This sentence is the most artistic. Although there is no 'snow', there is still snow. Flicking to the face, clearing the eyes and washing the ears.”

Everyone subconsciously followed the voice and looked over.

Meng Zezhi was wearing a navy blue gown with flowing cloud patterns embroidered on the neckline and cuffs, and a belt with ingot patterns around his waist, and a fan cover hung on it.

He stood in the snow, clapping his hands, full of nobility.

The scholar in Tsing Yi, that is, Tan Zheng quickly looked Meng Zezhi up and down carefully, and then his eyes flashed.

This suit can't be purchased without 20 taels of silver.

At least it can show that this person is either rich or expensive.

Realizing this, Tan Zheng immediately suppressed the pride in his eyes, and said humbly: "Small tricks don't deserve your brother's praise."

Meng Zezhi thanked the maids and servants in his predecessors, and at least left him a few clothes that could barely serve as a facade.

He smiled and said, "You are too modest."

Hearing that Meng Ze knew it was "you" instead of "Xiongtai", Tan Zheng knew it in his heart.

The other party obviously didn't treat them as students of the same generation, so there are more things that can be explored here.

Tan Zheng immediately wanted to make friends. He arched his hands and asked tentatively: "Looking at the clothes of Xiongtai, it seems that he is also a scholar. If you don't give up, why don't you join us and let's discuss together."

Meng Zezhi happily replied, "Good!"

Without mobile phones and computers, and without bar KTV, the ancients can still play tricks on the party.

After the poems are compared, there are teapot throwing, tea fighting, wooden shooting... the lottery is also varied, ancient books, tea, fine wine...how elegant it is.

Among the nine scholars, the four young men headed by Tan Zheng had the most say. Although they were all dressed in commoner clothes, they were accompanied by one or two servants.

Meng Zezhi just sat and watched, and occasionally played a game. When it was time to make a fu, several people had disagreements.

"I think Brother Zhao's "Traveling Fu" is the best, and it has the style of a sage."

"I like Brother Chen's Snow Fu more, it is most suitable for the occasion..."

The two sides held their own rhetoric and could not stop arguing.

Out of the corner of Tan Zheng's eyes fell on Meng Zezhi, he had an idea in his mind, and he said, "Brother Qi, what do you think?"

Everyone immediately quieted down. What they wondered was why Tan Zheng was so polite to Meng Zezhi.

Meng Zezhi didn't refuse either. He took the two Fus, read them carefully from the beginning to the end, and nodded: "It is true that each has its own strengths, and it is difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior."

"Then what should we do?" Everyone was discussing.

After all, there is only one lottery.

"Since that's the case," Meng Zezhi put down the two Fus and said, "Why don't I ask another question, how about comparing the two again?"

As he spoke, he took a blank piece of paper, picked up a pen and dipped it in the ink, and said while writing: "Everyone might as well do it. If you do it well, Qi will have a lot of money here."

This is to keep the mind of the school.

Everyone had different expressions, some couldn't see through Meng Zezhi's actions.

Tan Zheng couldn't help making a bold guess in his heart, and he barely suppressed the excitement in his heart: "This method is good, Brother Zhao, Brother Chen, what do you think?"

After Tan Zheng said that, no matter how many doubts there were in the hearts of the others, they could only hold back and said, "That's fine."

As soon as Meng Zezhi put down his pen, the crowd gathered around him: "Civil and military politics should be laid down in the right direction."

But it is a four-book article, from Chapter 20 of "The Doctrine of the Mean", which tells the allusion that Duke Ai of Lu asked Confucius about governing the world.

The four-book essay is also the eight-legged essay. The eight-legged essay is based on the four books and five classics. It is a compulsory subject for the college examination (children are tested for scholars), the township examination (for scholarly candidates), and the general examination (for the examination of Jinshi).

Most of the scholars present here are just children, and such questions are a bit difficult for them.

A few people buried their heads in hard thinking, and the bamboo forest quickly became quiet.

Hearing the sound of silk and bamboo and applause coming from a distance, Meng Zezhi took a sip of the tea offered by the servant and took a leisurely sip.

It was Zhao Huanwen who finished writing first, and then Tan Zheng. After another quarter of an hour, the others finished writing one after another.

Meng Zezhi flipped through the copies one by one, and then picked out four of them to read carefully. He did not hesitate to praise: "Not bad, not bad."

He looked up at Tan Zheng and the others, and the expression of admiration on his face became stronger. He said, "Would you four be willing to worship me as a teacher?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone turned pale with astonishment.

Meng Zezhi explained: "I am the new Xue Zheng of Wuding Prefecture."

"Xuezheng?"

Several people were dumbfounded.

Tan Zheng was the first to react, lifted his robe and knelt down: "Students will meet Mr. Xuezheng."

Only then did the others react and knelt down one after another.

"Get up." Meng Zezhi asked again with a gentle face, "Will the four of you worship me as a teacher?"

Hearing this, Tan Zheng's heart beat like thunder.

really--

Looking at Meng Zezhi's age, at first he thought he was the young master of a rich family, but he never thought that the other party would be Xuezheng of the state school.

Xuezheng, it shows that Meng Zezhi is at least a Juren.

You must know that no one in Wuding Prefecture has passed the examination for more than ten years, so most of the private schools in the state are from scholar backgrounds, and the knowledge they teach is limited. Unless they give a generous amount of training, otherwise they are not willing Accept them, and even if you accept them, you will not teach them with all your heart.

——Because they are merchants.

All dynasties have treated businessmen harshly, especially in the Dagan Dynasty.

Just because the Emperor Tai|Zu used to be a groom for merchants and received a lot of abuse from his master, so after he became emperor, he immediately classified all merchants as low-ranking, and imposed heavy taxes on merchants. It is stipulated that merchants and their descendants are not allowed to take imperial examinations, and are not allowed to wear silk and satin...

Until the first emperor succeeded to the throne, because of successive years of natural disasters, the treasury was empty, and there were many refugees. In order to get more money from the merchants, the imperial court did not want to force the merchants back, so a new decree was issued, allowing donations of 6000 The descendants of more than two merchants participated in the imperial examination.

In this way, Tan Zheng and the four had the qualifications to enter school.

But even so, the difference in status meant that it was difficult for them to integrate into the scholar class. Otherwise, with one scholar and three children, they should not be nested in this small bamboo forest, but should be on the top of the mountain, next door , and those dozens, hundreds of scholars recited poems together, and drank happily.

But now, the opportunity has come.

Meng Zezhi was able to let go of his shortcomings at a young age, which shows that he has a good family background.

If they can worship him as a teacher, at least in Wuding Prefecture, no one will make a fuss about their backgrounds.

And with this calculation, wouldn't all the promising students in the state school be their fellow students.

What a huge network of relationships...

What is pie in the sky, this is it.

They don't think that Meng Zezhi is deceiving them. Impersonating an official is a capital offense these days.

The four regained their composure and knelt down again without hesitation, even though Meng Zezhi's age was not much different from them.

They gritted their teeth, not to let themselves be too rude: "We are willing to worship adults as teachers."

"Okay, okay." Meng Zezhi smiled openly.

Chen She on the side was in a hurry, he also wanted to worship Meng Zezhi as his teacher.

He was born in a farming family, and he didn't think as much as Tan Zheng and the others. He just wanted to find a good teacher.

By the time he realized it, he had already knelt down with Tan Zheng and the others.

Display: "..."

Facing everyone's surprised gazes, he opened his mouth, smashed the jar, and bowed to Meng Zezhi: "My lord, students, students also want to worship you as a teacher."

This encounter was not in Meng Zezhi's plan.

But right now he still has to maintain his amiable personality, and it’s not easy to lose face in front of so many people, so he nodded: "Although your article is a bit poorly written, your poetry and prose You did a very good job, and in that case, I will accept you as a student."

Chen She is the one who just competed with Zhao Huanwen.

Unexpectedly, Meng Zezhi actually agreed.

Chen Shu was overjoyed: "Thank you sir, thank you sir."

Seeing this, the other people also looked eager to try, wanting to follow Chen's example and recommend themselves.

Meng Zezhi immediately stepped forward to help Tan Zheng up, with a look of relief on his face: "I can accept the five of you as students, and my trip today is not in vain."

The implication is that he does not plan to accept other students.

Hearing this, the rest of the people looked disappointed. They looked at the display, and the jealousy in their bodies almost turned into substance.

Some people also thought sourly that although he was inferior to Tan Zheng in talent and learning, it was still possible to crush Zhao Huanwen on weekdays, so why didn't he compare to him this time.

Now that he had achieved his goal, Meng Zezhi didn't intend to stay any longer, so after chatting a few more words, he stood up: "Okay, it's getting late, I'll go back first."

Zhao Huanwen said courteously, "I'll take the teacher back."

"No need," Meng Zezhi said with his hands behind his back, "I want to walk alone."

Tan Zheng couldn't wait: "Then I will invite the elders of the family to bring Shu Xiu to visit you at the state school tomorrow."

"it is good."

As soon as Meng Zezhi left, it didn't take long for Tan Zheng and the others to leave.

After such a big event happened, how could they still think about traveling around.

"Father, happy event, great happy event."

After getting off the horse, Tan Zheng and Zhao Huanwen went straight to the main hall.

Tan's father was eating lunch, and he said while adding vegetables to the bowl, "Happy event, what happy event?"

Tan Zheng was very excited: "Father, we, as well as our two cousins, Wu Jiang and Wu Hai, have been accepted as students by the new Xuezheng."

"Who?" Father Tan stopped chopping the rice.

"Uncle, it's Qi Xuezheng, the newcomer from the state school," Zhao Huanwen's voice slowly lowered, probably seeing something wrong with Tan's father's expression: "We were caught by Qi Xuezheng..."

With a slap, the bowl and chopsticks in Father Tan's hand fell on the table, followed by him coughing violently while covering his neck.

Tan Zheng was stunned for a moment, and quickly stepped forward to support Tan's father.

After discovering that Tan's father was choking, he turned his head to look at the servant girl who was waiting by the side, and shouted angrily, "What are you still doing in a daze, bring water soon."

After a period of turmoil, Father Tan finally recovered.

Pointing at Tan Zheng, he said with difficulty: "You, what did you just say, what did you say, you recognized Qi Tingye as your teacher?"

"...Yes." Tan Zheng said hesitantly, "Father, what's the matter?"

Father Tan rolled his eyes, as if he was about to faint in the next second.

"Uncle, what's the matter?" Zhao Huanwen was also anxious.

Chubby Tan's father smiled uglier than crying: "Do you know Qi Tingye's background, so you dare to recognize him as a teacher?"

Tan Zheng was dumbfounded: "Isn't he, isn't he the new Xuezheng from Zhouxue?"

"What do you know..."

Father Tan told them about Qi Tingye's "bad thing" in detail.

"What?" Tan Zhengzheng was struck by lightning.

Zhao Huanwen was flustered: "Then what should we do now?"

There is an idiot teacher who has a history of cheating in the examination room, and their lives are over.

"But why did he accept you as students?"

The next second, almost blurting out, Father Tan asked himself and answered: "He did it on purpose, he must have done it on purpose... I heard that he was seriously ill a while ago, and his maid took all the money from him and ran away... "

He gritted his teeth: "He must take the opportunity to blackmail us."

Hearing this, Tan Zheng and the others were belatedly aware.

Tan Zheng thought, no wonder there are so many young talents in the Golden Buddha Temple, Meng Zezhi just found them in the corner.

Zhao Huanwen thought, no wonder his grades were clearly the bottom among them, but Meng Zezhi went over the list and they chose him.

So, why did they feel like they had taken the ecstasy before, thinking that the dignified state school could take a fancy to them who couldn't even get in the state school.

Thanks to them, they were led by the nose without knowing it.

Thinking of this, Tan Zheng's face became more and more ugly.

Taking advantage of the time when the two of them were depressed, Father Tan, who had a thirsty mouth, secretly grabbed the water glass and took a sip of water.

In fact, as early as the night before yesterday, he had reached a cooperation with Meng Zezhi.

Meng Zezhi used a bottle of pills to revive his mother-in-law who was seriously ill in bed, and he sold his son and three nephews to Meng Zezhi.

No way, who made his parents die early, he was brought up by his mother-in-law alone.

The reason why they didn't tell Tan Zheng the truth of the matter was that they hoped that as few people as possible would know about it, the bottle of pills that Meng Zezhi took out was too miraculous, and there was no reason to conceive a crime. People know better than him.

Secondly, only in this way can the play be performed realistically.

Thirdly, they also wanted to let Tan Zheng and the others see the dangers of the human heart, so as to teach them a lesson.

Tan's father, who was cheating his son with strength, was not guilty at all. He gritted his teeth and said, "Early tomorrow morning, we will go to the state school to find Qi Tingye, and no matter what, we must dispel his idea of ​​accepting you as students."

He said with a wry smile: "This time, it can only be to save money and avoid disaster."

Hearing this, Tan Zheng's face darkened even more.