On their side, Han and Jiang noticed that several scholars with singing girls and servants came next to them.
The few scholars who looked rich and noble also noticed them.
On one side, he sat on the floor and ate sesame seed pancakes, pork head, pork head, and green onions.
The other side is sitting on a delicate folding chair, with fine wine, hot tea, and snacks and preserved fruits.
Among the wealthy scholars, a young scholar wearing a long silk gown and a hollow gold sachet on his waist looked towards Han Jiang, and happened to see the two of them holding sesame seed cakes and eating green onions, eating deliciously.
, couldn't help but feel some disdain on his face.
At that moment, he laughed jokingly at the singer next to him, "Eating raw green onions will smoke the doctor to death! Miss Xiuqin, if I eat green onions, will you still let me sit next to you?"
The singer covered her mouth, smiled slightly, and said nothing.
The young scholar spoke in a moderate voice, just enough for Han and Jiang to hear.
Han Kezhong, who was older, frowned and said he didn't hear.
But Jiang Hongye had a young mind after all, and his eyes immediately stood up.
"How come Brother Cui Xian doesn't speak with any sense of propriety?" At this time, among the group of wealthy scholars, a scholar in his twenties, tall and elegant, who seemed to be the leader, said.
Then, the scholar turned around and raised his hands towards Han and Jiang, "You two, don't blame me. My good brother was a little frivolous and offended me!"
Jiang Hongye snorted, and Han Kezhong smiled honestly, "It doesn't matter!" After saying that, he put down the food in his hands and seemed to be planning to pack up and leave.
The scholar stood up again and saluted and said, "Are you two scholars who came to Beijing to participate in the palace examination?" He said with a smile, "I, Mr. Yang Rong of Fujian Province, dare I ask you about your names?"
The scholar named Yang Rong has a graceful manner and extraordinary demeanor. At first glance, he looks like a young man who has been raised by officials for generations.
Han Kezhong did not dare to neglect, and stood up and saluted, "I am Han Kezhong, from Shandong." He pointed at Jiang Hongye and said, "This is my virtuous brother from the same hometown, Jiang Hongye!"
Jiang Hongye bowed his hand to Yang Ronggong as a courtesy.
Yang Rong smiled heartily, "Since we are all scholars, it would be better to meet by chance and come and join us!"
"No, no!" Han Kezhong said with a smile, "The two of us have finished eating and will go back soon!"
"Brother Han, there is no need to refuse!" Yang Rong said with a smile.
"It's really unnecessary!" Han Kezhong has a simple and honest nature, and he doesn't know how to say polite words in situations. In addition, the other party's demeanor is far better than his own, so he doesn't dare to follow him, "Brother Yang, you eat it, we really have eaten it!"
As he spoke, he kept urging Jiang Hongye with his eyes.
The latter was dissatisfied and thought to himself, "Brother Han, it's true that we chose this good place first, but we have to make room for those people! It's great to be rich! Hmph!"
At this time, the scholar surnamed Cui on the side of the rich scholar said again, "Brother Yang, since I won't come, why bother forcing me?" He said with a smile, "It's not sweet to force melons! Besides, I can't say that.
Let’s go together!”
What he said was very witty to himself, but when others heard it, it sounded a bit different. It was not only provocative, but also mocking the unequal status of the two parties.
Han Kezhong didn't say anything. Jiang Hongye had a fiery temper. He couldn't bear it at that moment and said sarcastically, "Yes, I ate green onions. I'm afraid that if I open my mouth, I'll smoke you to death!"
The scholar surnamed Cui has been accustomed to being pampered since he was a child. He has never experienced this kind of thing. He immediately turned his eyebrows and said coldly, "Who are you scolding?"
"Did I scold you then?" Jiang Hongye spread his hands.
"Good brother!" Han Kezhong grabbed Jiang Hongye and advised him, "Say less!"
Yang Rong also scolded the scholar surnamed Cui, "Brother, why are you so rude? In the past few years you have been studying in the Imperial College, your knowledge has not improved, but your eyes have grown on your head!"
After saying that, he cupped his fists and said to Han and Jiang, "I'm sorry!"
"It's okay!" Han Kezhong smiled and began to bend down to pack things.
Jiang Hongye glanced angrily at the scholar surnamed Cui, but finally said nothing.
Yang Rong shook his head helplessly, smiled bitterly, and returned to sit down.
The scholar surnamed Cui was still a little reluctant. He glared at Jiang Hongye for a long time and said to the people around him with a smile, "I have gained a lot of experience in the capital in the past few years. The so-called six arts of a gentleman, food is etiquette!"
"The relatively decent families in Jiangnan always have one plate per person and use serving chopsticks to serve food!"
"But those people in the north, tut, tut, when a big bowl of soup, soup, and water is put up, and all the chopsticks are put down, it's not eating, it's just saliva!"
"Moreover, we eat and sleep without speaking. Not only do they make a lot of noise while eating, they also chirp!"
As he said that, the scholar surnamed Cui frowned and said, "You have never heard that sound. It's just a tsk!"
"Not to mention, when I was studying in the Imperial College, I often saw those northern scholars eating cabbage, radish, and green onions raw. They dipped them in the smelly sauce and put them in their mouths. After eating, they would talk to others shamelessly.
, it’s so stinky that no one else knows!”
"And that raw garlic, oh, I can't say it, my head hurts when I mention it!"
Suddenly, Jiang Hongye, who was bending down to pack things next to him, couldn't bear it anymore and said loudly, "I'm waiting to eat green onions, what are you doing?"
"It's an eyesore!" The scholar surnamed Cui flashed his folding fan and said tit for tat.
"I didn't let you see it!" Jiang Hongye said angrily.
"Look!" The scholar surnamed Cui smiled slightly, ignored Jiang Hongye, and turned to say to him, "When I was studying at home, I heard people say that the people from the north are vulgar, and they blow their beards and stare when they disagree with each other. You see, this is not the case.
Yet?"
"You" Jiang Hongye got even angrier and made fists with his hands, "You are so rude, are you going to fight?"
"You reason with him, he is louder than you. He seems to be more brave. Oh, when we and the southerners held high the flag of righteousness and expelled the Tartars, they were still obedient people in their hometown and helped Meng Yuan fight.
Us!" Cui Shusheng continued to smile at others, "It's really ridiculous!"
"I" Jiang Hongye blurted out his native accent in anger.
"Brother Xian!" Han Kezhong grabbed him. Jiang Hongye's face turned red when he grabbed his arm, "Brother Han, I can't bear it anymore!"
"Brother!" Han Kezhong also said to Cui Shusheng with a straight face, "I know you can't stand me waiting to eat onions, and I've ruined your fun by being here. We two brothers can just leave. Why do you have to make sarcastic remarks?
, it’s just a matter of ridicule, why do you still praise the south and demote the north, making us and other northerners so miserable!"
The scholar surnamed Cui snorted and picked up a piece of delicate pastry, "I made a mistake. What did I say that wasn't true?"
Han Kezhong stepped forward slightly and said in front of Jiang Hongye, who was trembling with anger, "I don't want to talk to you more or get into a verbal argument, but you are really bullying me."
"The Mongolian Yuan Dynasty was tyrannical and the people in the world were in dire straits. The Red Scarf Army who were the first to rise up were not you from the south, were they?"
"Henan has been fighting for years. Ten households in the Central Plains are empty of men. The Mongolian Yuan Dynasty regards it as a serious problem. Hundreds of thousands of troops suppressed it, but no one surrendered. They all fought to the death. At the founding of the country, the Supreme Emperor also issued an edict and established the Yingshi. In your mouth
, is it that unbearable?”
"Not to mention the Henan Red Turban Army, Mr. Guan, who led the men from the Central Plains to the north for the Northern Expedition and burned down the capital of Shangdu, the hometown of the Northern Yuan Emperor, isn't he from the north?"
"Tens of thousands of men were helpless and without food, so they resolutely marched northward. At the closest point, they were only a hundred miles away from the capital city of Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty. Then they moved to Liaodong and attacked Goryeo. In the end, under the attack from both sides of Goryeo and Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, the entire army died in the battle. Such a generous and heroic act
Scholars are the obedient people you call?"
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