Chapter 678 The old Cheng family's both civil and military skills are really not bragging, but things
Chapter 678 The fact that the old Cheng family is both civil and military is really not a boast, but a fact (please subscribe and vote)
"Submit a paper?" Cheng Chubi looked at the housekeeper Fu Shu with a confused expression. What the hell does "submit a paper" mean?
"Third Young Master, the so-called submission papers are those scholars who are preparing to take part in the imperial examination this year.
Before the exam, select the best poems and essays that you usually write, compile them into a volume, and submit them to the dignitaries..."
Cheng Chubi finally came to his senses from Uncle Fu's explanation, which meant that those candidates taking the exam would vote for their favorite works to high-ranking officials.
Seek their appreciation and create a reputation so that this dignitary who appreciates their poetry can recommend them to the examiner.
"Oh, just vote. By the way, has anyone voted in the past years?"
"That's not true. After all, our Duke Lu's family is a nobleman with military honors. Well, our master doesn't have a good relationship with those civil servants. Even if someone does come to vote for him, I'm afraid..."
Although the housekeeper Fu Shu said it more implicitly, Cheng Chubi almost laughed out loud. This was more than a bad thing.
My biological father, Cheng Yaojin, was absolutely hated by everyone in the civil servant circle.
Seeing the Third Young Master enjoying his misfortune, Uncle Guan Ding almost laughed out loud.
Well, our third young master seems to think he is very popular in the civil servant circle. Compared with the master, I'm afraid you won't be much better.
After Cheng Chubi heyed a few times, he quickly regained his serious expression and said to the butler, Uncle Fu.
"Uncle Fu, you mean there will be a lot more this year than in previous years?"
"Yes, this year, four of them were voted to our Duke Lu's Mansion."
"Furthermore, these four rural tribute candidates who submitted their papers are waiting outside. They said they want to meet the Third Young Master, but they just want to vote for the Third Young Master directly."
"Why would they vote for me? Why not vote for my father?" Cheng Chubi pointed to his nose, his face full of confusion.
"...Well, naturally it's because, Third Young Master, you are the most talented and learned one in our old Cheng family, and you are also the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, and you are the only civil servant in our old Cheng family."
The housekeeper, Uncle Fu, said something serious but not flattery.
"Forget it, they have nothing to do. Let them come here." Cheng Chubi nodded and ordered.
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Outside Lu Guogong's mansion, there is Shangguan Yi, who is facing the wind with beautiful trees, and Ren Yaxiang, who is Wu Kongli.
Xin Maojiang, who looked a little shabby in his clothes, but neither humble nor arrogant, was chatting with Wu Jiangshou.
The four people all came from different places, but they all happened to meet here, and the target of everyone's submissions was Cheng Sanlang.
Naturally, there was a common topic. None of the four of them came from any prominent family. It was because of this that they came to submit papers.
Both Shangguan Yi and Ren Yaxiang were wealthy, while General Xin Mao and Wu Jiang Shouze, who lived outside the city, came from humble backgrounds, but they were both well-educated people.
Wu Jiangshou uncomfortably adjusted the Confucian shirt that was washed out and turned white. This was already his best clothing.
"Three of you, will the third young master meet us four little-known rural tribute candidates?"
Without waiting for anyone else to answer, Xin Maojiang, the roommate next to him, burst into laughter and explained very confidently.
"I think that with Cheng Taichang's poetic talent, he must have a common language with me and others, and he created the Three Character Classic in order to enlighten the world's scholars.
This is enough to prove that Cheng Taichang is not a noble person who will close the door to us scholars who come from humble backgrounds and have high aspirations."
"Brother Xin's words make sense, and I also think the same way..."
Before he finished speaking, the housekeeper Fu Shu had already stepped out of the courtyard gate and saluted the four local tributes who were looking at him.
"The old man Cheng Fu is the steward of Duke Lu's mansion."
"Thank you, the four young masters have been waiting for a long time. My third young master has invited me..."
Seeing this fat, muscular, middle-aged butler with a ferocious face, he smiled with such kind eyes and his tone was so gentle.
The four people in the group were finally happy, and they hurriedly saluted the steward of Duke Lu's Mansion and followed him quickly.
After walking through the courtyard, not long after, the four of them followed the Cheng Mansion housekeeper to a small courtyard.
Soon, I saw an imposing, tall and majestic young man standing outside the door, nodding towards me with a smile.
"Third Young Master, it is these four rural tributes who want to see you." Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, hurried forward and saluted.
The four of them saluted Cheng Chubi respectfully. "See Cheng Taichang."
"You four don't need to be polite, please come quickly. Uncle Fu, let them serve tea quickly..." Cheng Chubi returned the courtesy politely and said with a smile.
After a short meeting, the guests and hosts sat separately, and each person had a cup of steaming tea soup placed on the table next to the table.
Among the four, Shangguan Yi, who was the fairest and most handsome, was the first to stand up and salute Cheng Chubi respectfully.
"%%... The process of being promoted to Shangguan Yi as a rural tribute is too common. These are some of Yi's insights from reading over the years, as well as some poems and poems..."
Cheng Chubi received it in his hand and did not open it. Instead, he was slightly startled when he saw the words "Shangguanyi" on the cover.
Shangguan Yi, isn't this the elder of Chief Wan'er? Actually, this was the one who had her whole family chopped off by the ruthless Miss Wu. Tsk tsk...
Afterwards, Ren Yaxiang, General Xin Mao and Wu Jiang Shou also submitted their carefully compiled papers.
The so-called papers were actually their manuscripts, and Cheng Chubi placed them neatly on the desk one by one.
Seeing the doubtful looks cast by the four people, Cheng Chubi smiled enigmatically.
"Don't worry, you four. Cheng will calm down and appreciate these things carefully."
It's not that he doesn't want to read it, but Cheng Chubi feels that given his current level of classical Chinese writing.
If you want to know the cultural level of these four rural tribute candidates, you can only rely on your mother, Mrs. Cui.
This made Cheng Chubi feel extremely happy. He had a father at home as a backing supporter, and an intellectual and knowledgeable mother as a literary consultant.
The fact that the old Cheng family is both civil and military is really not bragging, it is a fact.
After hearing Cheng Taichang's sincere words, the four of them all breathed a sigh of relief and became more and more fond of Cheng Taichang.
It seemed that I and others were not wrong in their guess. This Cheng Taichang was indeed very approachable.
Next, Cheng Chubi had a chat with the four rural tribute officials. Not only Shangguan Yi, but the other three officials were also quite talented.
He was eloquent and babbled, and he looked very good. At least Cheng Chubi thought it was pretty good.
Just as they were chatting enthusiastically, Cheng Chubi suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the house and raised his head.
Then I saw my second brother Cheng Chuliang standing outside the door, looking at the four rural tribute candidates with great curiosity.
Cheng Chubi quickly got up and met his second brother, and then introduced to him the purpose of these four rural tribute candidates.
The second brother smiled and clasped his fists at the four people as a salute, then complained to Cheng Chubi.
"Third brother, look how late it has been, and you still let the guests sit like this. This is your fault..."