Cross the Sea in the Red Chamber

When he first came to Jingliu Academy, Jiang Yuan always did things very consciously. No one in this world owes anyone by nature. Mr. Shen kindly takes him in, but he can't live and eat for free, otherwise he will be shameless.Although no one asked him to do it, he insisted on doing such tasks as sweeping the yard, carrying water and chopping firewood every day. When he had time, he stood outside the study window and eavesdropped on the teachers' lectures, hoping to learn something. What kind of knowledge do you have, so you don't have to do menial work all your life, and you can find a living in this strange age.

Some students from wealthy families in the academy looked down on him very much, thinking that he was a lowly handyman and wanted to bully him, but who is Jiang Yuan? After doing business, he became an old fox among the old foxes again. Those few times of bullying him did not leave any traces and just avoided him.Ordinary people know that he is not easy to mess with, but a student with a small belly hates him and always wants to find a chance to get revenge on him.

That year, just after the Spring Festival, it snowed lightly the day before, and the plum blossoms in the academy were in full bloom the next day. Mr. Shen was very happy, and the students who ordered to stay in the academy and couldn’t go home for the New Year took advantage of the snow and the blossoms. Write a poem to meet the occasion.As soon as the master left, the student pointed the finger at Jiang Yuan, saying that he was pretentious and self-righteous, and he always said he could write poems and compositions on weekdays, so he must be asked to write a poem too.Everyone else said it was impossible. How could a five-year-old child know how to compose poetry if he didn't know any words?However, the student was not forgiving, he looked like a villain, and he had to force Jiang Yuan to write poems.

As a result, Jiang Yuan smiled slightly, looked at the snow-covered plum blossoms outside the window, and opened his mouth and said, "The remaining leaves are falling and the north wind is galloping."

The student laughed loudly, "There are no plum blossoms, so what are the residual leaves? Is this also called a plum blossom poem?"

"When the six qionghua enter the window." Seeing the wind blowing snowflakes into the window, Jiang Yuan continued calmly.

The student looked like he was sure of winning, "It's snowing, but where are your plum blossoms?"

Jiang Yuan's voice was sonorous and powerful, and he slowly read the last two sentences, "Ruixue shows the beauty of the plum, and Ling Han occupies the highest branch."

Some students immediately connected these four sentences together, "When the broken leaves roll down and the north wind gallops, when the six viburnum flowers enter the window. The auspicious snow shows the plum's character, and Ling Han monopolizes the highest branch." Just look at the first sentence, nothing special, and then look at the first sentence The second sentence is just ordinary, but the last two sentences are actually a very good poem.There is no gorgeous rhetoric, and there are no intriguing allusions, but it can be read, but the fragrance remains between the teeth, and it is brewing with its own integrity.

The student was dissatisfied, and was just about to mess around again, when a middle-aged voice came, "Good poetry!" Everyone hurriedly looked back, and it was their mountain chief, Shen Anwen.

"What a Ling Han monopolizes the highest branch, he's imposing. Bochang, is this your poem?" Shen Anwen walked over and looked at the student who was reciting the poem just now.

Bo Chang saluted immediately, "Sir, this poem was not written by a student, it was written by Jiang Yuan."

"Jiang Yuan?" Shen Anwen naturally knew who Jiang Yuan was, and when he turned his head, he saw the child standing by the window, "Jiang Yuan, is this your poem?"

Jiang Yuan bowed to him and said calmly, "Sir, it was Jiang Yuan who did it."

Shen Anwen asked him where he learned to compose poetry, and Jiang Yuan replied that he learned characters from his father, and since he came to the academy, he has been listening to lectures from teachers outside the window, so he knows how to compose poems.Mr. Shen was happy for a while, and asked him how many books he knew and what he had learned. In the end, he didn't ask him. When he asked Jiang Yuan, he actually remembered a lot. Although it was not complete, there were still some mistakes and omissions, including Including the Book of Songs, I have memorized seven or eight books.He didn't have a book in his hand, and he was able to memorize so many books by eavesdropping for more than half a year. Both his memory and perseverance were amazing.

"Can you write?" Mr. Shen asked.

"I can write some." Jiang Yuan picked up the pen with neither humble nor overbearing, dipped in the ink and wrote "Jianjia" on the paper.

Shen Anwen watched him write, and thought, the posture of holding the pen is not bad, but it seems that he has not used the pen much, the writing is very slow, and the strokes are a little shaken, but the skeleton is good.He didn't know that Jiang Yuan used a hard pen in his previous life. Of course, the skeleton is fine, but the pen movement is not good.Even so, Shen Anwen was very satisfied. A five-year-old child has learned this level through hard work, and it is not an exaggeration to praise him for his early wisdom.

Whether Jiang Yuan was extremely happy, just like that, he was accepted by Shen Anwen as a disciple, so he can study in a fair and honest manner.Despite the change of status, he still gets up early every day to collect water and chop firewood without a day's rest. Aunt Zhang wanted to stop him, but she couldn't get up earlier than him. As for Shen Anwen, he admired Jiang Yuan more and more.He is neither humble nor overbearing, he knows kindness and repays kindness, is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and doing some things such as chopping firewood and sweeping will not damage his arrogance at all.Accepting such a good disciple is enough to comfort my whole life...

The history of this world is completely different from that of Jiangyuan. After the Qin Dynasty, there was no Liu Bang, but the overlord of Chu became the country and named the country Chu.After that, there was no Jin Dynasty, no Southern and Northern Dynasties, but the Jing Dynasty after going through Wei Dynasty and Yan Dynasty.The Yan Dynasty only experienced two generations of emperors, and because of the tyrants and courtiers, the people were in dire straits, and the world was in chaos for a while.The ancestor of the Jing Dynasty started in the early days, but Weng was the son of Shengshu. He led the army to fight for 20 years before he established the Dingjiangshan. It has been 60 years since Emperor Gaozu opened the imperial examinations to advance poor scholars, and the civil and military examinations were paralleled.But before Gaozu was able to secure his position, the northern barbarians invaded the border. Gaozu intended to conquer by himself, but was besieged by the barbarians. He had to sign an alliance under the city and offered gold, silver and jewels. Hate the barbarians.

Gaozu died, Taizong succeeded to the throne, rectified the rivers and mountains, lightened the corvee and paid less, and the world was peaceful. It can be called a generation of Mingjun, and the successor is located in the present day.He has been in power for 20 years now, and he pays more attention to the imperial examination, which makes the style of study flourish and the academies everywhere flourish.

At that time, there was no movable type printing. Although paper was available, it was still very expensive. Knowledge was still in the hands of the rich. An ordinary well-off family could not afford a full-time student. There are too few academies for the poor.The imperial examination was first created, and it was only divided into three levels: the provincial examination, the general examination, and the palace examination. It was held every three years. As long as you passed the provincial examination, you could be awarded an official position. However, most of them were low-level officials. You have to pass the imperial examination.

Because there was no such thing as the banishment of a hundred schools of thought in the Han Dynasty, all members of a hundred schools of thought could take the exam. The literary exam only tested strategy and theory, and the martial arts exam required not only the strategy of war, but also martial arts.Regardless of the time, content, and main examination of the examination, they are different from those of later generations.

According to Jiang Yuan's aptitude, he could take the provincial examination at the age of 13, but he went back to his hometown of Jinling to take the Wenju examination, but he was expelled immediately for his outstanding literary talent.He refused to admit defeat, and took the martial arts exam several months later. This time it was even more miserable. He was not allowed to take the exam as soon as he reported his name, and was even expelled from the Gongyuan.After careful inquiry, it turned out that the Rongguo Mansion found out his identity and used this trick. The chief examiner for the Wenju was Shi's son-in-law, Lin Hai, who was a Jinshi in the same year, and the chief examiner for the martial arts was Shi's second son, Jia. Zheng's brother-in-law Wang Ziteng is a good friend.With such a relationship, how could he pass the exam?

What a painstaking effort!The young man gritted his teeth hard. If you can stop me for a while, I want to see if you can stop me forever!

Back at the academy, Jiang Yuan was determined to go to the frontier to join the army, to fight for a future, but his teacher, Mr. Shen, stopped him.

"Can you be promoted if you join the army?" Shen Anwen knows more about the four kings and eight masters than Jiang Yuan, "If you wanted to join the army when the country was founded, I wouldn't stop you, but now the border army There are many generals who have good friends with Xungui in China. How do you know that you will not bump into the relatives and friends of the Jia family? If you meet, I am afraid that you will only be a soldier for the rest of your life. I'm afraid I'll kill you on the spot. Even if you escape, it will be difficult to get ahead in this life."

Shen Anwen comforted his disciple, thought for a while and said, "Well, your surname is Jiang and not Jia, so you don't have to go to your father's ancestral home to take the exam. Think about where your mother's domicile is, and I'll see if I can let you go there Take the test."

"Xianci is from Chengdu." Jiang Yuan's eyes lit up, and he stared closely at the teacher.

"Chengdu, it doesn't matter about Chengdu." Shen Anwen was also overjoyed, "The Rongguo mansion may know many generals, but not many literati. His son-in-law has only been an official for a few years, how many literati can he know? Now The main examiners of the rural examinations are Xuezheng from all over the country, but I recognize Sichuan Xuezheng as an upright person, if you can go to Sichuan to take the exam, you will be fine."

Now that he knew it was feasible, Shen Anwen contacted his former disciples and friends to change Jiang Yuan's household registration. This was a normal modification, and it was naturally very simple. So Jiang Yuan went to Sichuan again at the age of 16 to take the exam, and he won the first name Jie Yuan, and finally got an official position. Capital.

The past is over, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, the joys and hardships come, the young man smiles slightly, and falls asleep...

Early the next morning, Jiang Yuan got up and went to the back kitchen to chop firewood. When Aunt Zhang woke up to make breakfast, the firewood had already been chopped hundreds of catties, and even the water tank in the kitchen was full.

"You child, you just need to take care of it when you come back. Why do you wake up early in the morning?" Aunt Zhang is the old wife of the old man. I was sweating all over my face from working, and my heart ached. "Wipe off your sweat quickly, you'll freeze if it's so cold."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Jiang Yuan wiped his sweat with a smile, and drank the warm water handed over by Aunt Zhang.

"Still talking!" Aunt Zhang recalled the past, "I was only four years old when I first met you. You are so small, and you actually brought more than a hundred catties of firewood to sell on the mountain...Mr. Shen asked you to stay here , As a result, I saw you chopping firewood as soon as I woke up the next morning. I don’t even think about how young you were at that time, you were just a child.”

A child's family... Jiang Yuan smiled, he really didn't know what a child's family should be like.In his two lives, he was always forced to accept the hardships of life before he had time to enjoy his childhood, so he could only smile at Aunt Zhang's words.

"When you come back this time, you have to pay homage to your parents. They are protecting you in the spirit of heaven." Aunt Zhang said a few more words and drove him out of the kitchen, asking him to prepare paper money for joss sticks. Jiang Yuan had no choice but to touch his nose. Went back to the yard.

Thinking of Jia Di who hugged him and taught him how to read and speak, and Jiang Yuan who finally got a boiled egg for him to eat, the corners of Jiang Yuan's mouth slowly curled up. It's time for him to pay respects to his parents.

The spiritual tablets of Jiang Yuan's parents are enshrined in Wenshu Temple not far from Jingliu Mountain. He does not believe in gods and Buddhas, but his mother Jiang's family does.Jiang was abducted by a kidnapper since she was a child, and she kept a Maitreya Buddha pendant of medicinal jade on her body, so she always felt that this Buddha statue was connected with her family, so she was very devout, so Jiang Yuan followed her mother's last wish to send her parents and grandmother His spiritual bit is enshrined in Wenshu Temple.

Carrying incense sticks and paper money, the young man rushed to Wenshu Temple briskly, greeted the acquainted novice monk, and went to offer incense to his parents.

Kneeling in front of the spirit, the young man prayed silently: his son has become a juren after all the hard work, and he will take the imperial examination to become a Jinshi in the future, so he will live up to the expectations of his parents.Buckling his head heavily, the young man burned out the paper money and walked out of the hall, facing the biting winter wind but felt his eyes a little sore.He will live well in this life, and only by living well can he repay the kindness of his parents for raising him in life.

After leaving Wenshu Temple, Jiang Yuan deliberately walked along a remote mountain road.He remembered that there were many pheasants and hares in the nearby mountains and forests. Although they were hungry and thin during the winter, they were still good game. He planned to kill a few and give them to Aunt Zhang to make soup for old man Zhang and his teacher to nourish their bodies.As for the killing just after leaving the monk's temple... Ahem, anyway, he doesn't believe in Buddhism, and besides, even the Buddha didn't say that ordinary people can't eat meat, right...

He was lucky, he hit a hare not far away, and met a pheasant as he walked.When he was young, he was amazingly powerful, now he is 16 years old, he is even more powerful, he doesn't need a bow, arrow or slingshot to beat the rabbit and pheasant, he imitated Xu Zhu's moves in Tianlong Babu, he slammed with a stone between his fingers It can be killed directly by throwing it.Unexpectedly, this pheasant somehow escaped three stones in a row and flew towards the distance.Jiang Yuan also became interested, and after distinguishing the direction, he chased after it, saying that he had to catch it.

After chasing down for another two miles, he came all the way to the side of the cliff, and finally knocked down the incomparably deadly pheasant.Just as Jiang Yuan was about to leave, he found that there seemed to be a figure under the cliff. Thinking about the footprints he saw when he was chasing the pheasant just now, it was even more certain that someone must have accidentally slipped and fell off the cliff.

This cliff is not too high, and it is only three or four feet above the ground. There is a north-south gorge between the opposite cliff, and there is a thick layer of white snow underneath. It is absolutely impossible to fall to death, but the people below are obviously in a coma. I'm afraid I'm going to freeze to death if I keep freezing like this.The boy thought about it for a while and still couldn't do anything about it, so he tied the pheasant and the rabbit to his back with ropes, and climbed down the cliff.