Chapter 109: The lift is like an orange, sour and hard
The young man was stunned. He knew that the richly dressed young man in front of him thought he was a beggar.
"I'm not a beggar." The young man said stiffly.
"Oh." Zhu Gaojie's eyes were calm.
He did not give alms as a good deed every day, but when he saw that there were two dying people not far from his palace, he felt unlucky.
If you want to die, don't die on my doorstep. It would be great if you die on the doorstep of King Han!
Zhu Gaojie never thinks that he is a good person. Whether a bastard like him can see his ancestors after death is a problem. Not to mention doing one good thing every day, even doing hundreds of good deeds every day cannot repay his karma. In this case, it is
It is better to do one evil thing every day, and it will be happy.
Zhu Gaojie said seriously: "Don't you think it's immoral to die in front of someone else's house? I suggest you choose a geomantic place. Anyway, don't die in front of my house, otherwise you will blame me for expelling people."
After saying these words, Zhu Gaojie nodded slightly and gave himself a thumbs up.
As a human being, you should blame yourself less and insult others more, be strict with others and be lenient to yourself. Instead of reflecting on yourself, it is better to blame others.
Zhu Gaojie used to be so kind and lived like a dog, but now he is much happier when he scolds people every day.
The young man coughed and begged: "Help, please help him..."
"What?" Zhu Gaojie frowned slightly.
The young man said with calm eyes: "Save my brother, please."
Zhu Gaojie glanced at the man leaning on the young man's arms. His face was as golden as paper and his lips were chapped. It was obvious that he was short of food and water. Due to the cold and injuries, his oil was exhausted and his lifeline was shaky, like a candle in the wind.
, may die at any time.
"Fate is like grass. This is the tragedy of the times. But fortunately, I was born into a good child. No matter how sad the times are, it has nothing to do with me."
Zhu Gaojie sighed, turned and left.
Why should he help the other party?
Prince Qi's Mansion is not a kind house, and he, Zhu Gaojie, is not a kind person. There are so many poor people in the world. Is it possible that Zhu Gaojie wants to save them one by one?
What a joke!
The young man knew that this was the last straw, so he tried his best to step forward and hug Zhu Gaojie's boots: "I can promise you anything, please, please save my brother!"
This was the first time in his life that he had begged someone so humbly.
But Zhu Gaojie just glanced at him indifferently and waved: "Old Lu."
Lu Chaoyang, who had been waiting for his prince's order, came over without hesitation, drew his knife, pointed the tip of the knife at the young man, and said in a cold voice: "Let go and get out!"
The evil aura from Lu Chaoyang's body dissipated, as if it was condensed with blood mist, like a ferocious evil god. The young man had no doubt that the other party had the courage to commit murder on the streets of the capital!
But the young man still hugged Zhu Gaojie's thigh tightly and said firmly: "Give me a chance, and I will return you a piece of the country!"
"Arrogant." Lu Chaoyang smiled disdainfully, "That's right. You don't have to spend money to talk big."
Zhu Gaojie was not in a hurry anymore and asked leisurely: "What value can you have to me?"
Seeing the opportunity, the young man quickly said: "How valuable I can be to you depends on how much desire you have!"
"A joke." Zhu Gaojie smiled contemptuously, "If you were really capable, would you end up in this situation?"
The young man was speechless for a moment, which was indeed quite ridiculous. Back then, he relied on his innocence and waited for a high price, but now he has turned into such a miserable character. Why should others believe in him?
"I am Su Wu, who was elected from Fuzhou in the year of Xinmao!" The young man thought for a long time, and then sadly discovered that the only thing he could obtain now was the imperial examination honors that he once despised.
He was proud of his talent and once said with a smile: "The test is like an orange, sour and hard." Therefore, even though he won the test, he never took part in the examination, and this incident was widely circulated.
But his talent cannot be shown at all in this difficult situation, and the only thing he has is the identity of "Juzi".
"Huh?" Zhu Gaojie raised his eyebrows slightly.
Juren, also known as Juzi. Those who pass the provincial examination are called Juren, also known as General Assembly, Dachunyuan. Those who win the Juren are called "Fajie", "Fujie". It is customary to call the Juren "Master", and the elegant name is "Xiao".
inexpensive.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguoyuedu to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. Yeguoyuedu is available for Android and Apple.]
The so-called rural examination does not refer to the examination in the township, but to the unified examination at the provincial level. The rural examination is only held once every three years. It is held in every year of Zi, Wu, Mao and You, usually in August, so it is also called "Autumn Wei". Admission to the rural examination
The first person to be elected is called Jieyuan. The person to be elected can go to Beijing to take part in the examination in the second year.
"The Scholars" made "Fan Jin passed the examination" a joke, and he was so happy and crazy when he won the exam. Little did he know that this was taken out of context. If the candidate does not want to participate in the examination, he can directly report to the local yamen and be awarded an official position, usually in the county
Ling started, and Fan Jin finally sat in the position of a fourth-rank official, the General Secretary. Who wouldn't be crazy to replace him?
The number of candidates varies from province to province. There are more than a hundred in large provinces, seven to eighty or forty or fifty in medium and small provinces. There is always a fixed number and cannot be increased or decreased at will. It is generally based on the population, products, wealth, etc. of a province.
Sure.
From a military point of view, Fujian is a battleground for military strategists, but it is also a province with a large number of imperial examinations. The three hundred years of the two Song dynasties were the heyday of Fujian's imperial examinations. Fujian alone accounted for a quarter of the country's Jinshi.
During the Xiaozong period of Song Dynasty, there was even a record of four consecutive No. 1 picks being from Fujian.
By the Ming Dynasty, Fujian's Jinshi ranks were ranked fifth in the country, behind Southern Zhili, Zhejiang, Jiangxi and Northern Zhili.
Juren from Fujian are very valuable. But what makes Zhu Gaojie suspicious is that the sloppy beggar in front of him is really a juren?
How can a person be so successful?
Feeling the questioning gaze, the young man quickly said: "You can check it out. My name is Su Wu. I am from Fuzhou, Fujian. I passed the imperial examination in the ninth year of Yongle!"
Zhu Gaojie touched his chin, wondering what he was thinking about.
Lu Chaoyang reminded him in a low voice: "Your Majesty, in my life, I have never seen a Juren who has been so miserable. Isn't he pretending to be someone else?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhu Gaojie frowned and said: "It's unlikely. Pretending to be a civil servant can lead to imprisonment or beheading. There are many Fujian officials in the capital. It's easy to check. If you dare to do it in Jinling
He is just seeking death by pretending to be a city official, I don't think he is that stupid."
Although Lu Chaoyang didn't read much, he just thought it made sense.
To be precise, as long as it is said by his own prince, it must be reasonable, at least that is what Lu Chaoyang thinks.
"Fuzhou... your surname is Su..." Zhu Gaojie frowned slightly, "Are you from a noble family?"
Su was a common surname in Guangdong, Guangdong, Fujian and Shandong in the north during the Ming and Song dynasties. People with the surname Su from Fuzhou have a high probability of being descendants of aristocratic families.
It's just that Lu Chaoyang found it strange that this young man was so slovenly. He didn't look like he was a member of a noble family. But... it didn't seem strange that Juren could be so miserable.
The young Su Wu hesitated for a moment and did not want to answer.
Seeing that the other party was silent, Zhu Gaojie turned around and wanted to leave.
He didn't have time to waste time here. Not to mention being a candidate, even if he was a Jinshi, Zhu Gaojie didn't take it seriously. Six ministers had to listen to his orders in the Wenhua Hall, so what does it mean to be a candidate?
"Huai'an Su family!" Su Wu said through gritted teeth, "I am the second son of Huai'an Su family!"
Hearing this, the dying man's eyes widened, and he said in a hoarse voice weakly, as if he had come back to life: "It's... an illegitimate child!"
Su Wu slapped the man on the head and cursed, "How long has it been and you are still talking about this?!"
Zhu Gaojie frowned slightly: "Huai'an Su family... I have never heard of it."
Su Wu sighed: "Xiao Men Xiao Hu, it's normal that you haven't heard of it."
The dying man came back to life again and glared at Su Clan: "You...bastard! I, Su...Su Clan, have also been a Jinshi...how can I be...a small family?"
Su Wu got angry when he thought of this: "Damn it, uncle, your family has been wiped out by others, how are you still proud of it?"
Only when Zhu Gaojie heard this did he suddenly realize.
It is said that "a flowing dynasty is a solid family", but there are also differences between aristocratic families.
Every time the emperor and the courtiers changed, many aristocratic families were wiped out in the war, or were liquidated by the founding emperor after the war. And among these destroyed aristocratic families, most were small and medium-sized aristocratic families, and they were not even worthy of To call it an aristocratic family can only be said to be a wealthy family.
A true aristocratic family is one like the lineage of Yan Shenggong and the Kong family. It has remained strong for thousands of years and can still stand upright after great disasters. This is called an aristocratic family. If Confucianism is not destroyed, the lineage of the Kong family will not be destroyed. When Confucianism prospered, the Confucian family prospered. Who would let people have a Confucian sage ancestor?
However, the aristocratic family is not a good thing for the imperial court. It is a factor of instability. Locally, it is like a local emperor, and even the imperial power is difficult to implement.
Take the Confucian lineage as an example. Confucianism is just like Confucianism. After thousands of years of time, the dazzling Confucianism has become sour and rotten Confucianism. It has lost the vitality of the Jixia Academy and has only become a rotten one. .
Except for these real aristocratic families, most of them are floating and unstable. They were established during the founding period or due to opportunities. Like a candle in the wind, they cannot withstand the test of time and will be shattered by a gust of wind.
And this "Huai'an Su family" is obviously one that cannot stand the test of time.
It is estimated that he was squeezed out by other local families and then disappeared. The former young master now fled to Jinling City and ended up on the streets, no different from a beggar.
Most people can't bear this kind of ups and downs and become crazy.
"It's interesting. You're lucky. I'm in a good mood today."
Zhu Gaojie waved his hand and signaled to Lu Chaoyang, "Find a doctor for the one who is about to die and see if he can be cured."
For him, this is just a small episode, and he may forget about it when he wakes up tomorrow.
When a person is elected, he becomes a big shot in the state or county. After winning the exam, he will directly bring glory to his ancestors.
But in front of Zhu Gaojie, he was as inconspicuous as a piece of grass. He even dared to kill the second-rank Zuodu censor at will, let alone a judge who was on the run.