How come this question makes people feel so uncomfortable?
First of all, you say that I am a good person among people, with a good literary talent, and then you ask how many officials you have donated. It is like first boasting that I am rich, and then asking me: The pants you are wearing are the ones that were discounted for 25 yuan from Ji Dao Dao.
Plant it?
But the purpose of Jia Lian's trip was not to find Yan Yan, so Jia Lian smiled and said calmly:
"When I was young, I didn't know what to do. I just thought studying was too hard and refused to work hard. I was an ignorant dandy. It was because of the merits of my ancestors that I was able to find a sinecure as a fifth-grade scholar.
Although I have recently repented and decided to change my past mistakes, it is already "it is too late to study until you are old".
Now, with the emperor's grace, he has been promoted to the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture in Beijing."
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As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
The students immediately started whispering among themselves:
"Ah? You are already a prefect at such a young age?"
"He didn't come from a serious imperial examination, so how can he become a real official with his donated career? And he also holds such an important position as the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture? This is simply a broken system."
"It's not just that he didn't come from a serious imperial examination background! Can't you understand the meaning behind Senior Yan's words? This person is an official donated by his family's influence. What knowledge can he have? He must not even be admitted as a scholar."
"Oh, such a dandy can achieve great success in the imperial court. No wonder Senior Yan has repeatedly said that the pure people in the imperial court are being squeezed out and trampled on. It's a shame! It's hateful!"
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Yan Yan didn't bother to pay attention to what others were talking about. He was very upset at the moment.
He heard Jia Lian talking about official positions, and then he suddenly remembered that he had indeed seen it in the Di newspaper, saying that the former prefect of Shuntian Prefecture was promoted and his fellow prefects were selected as prefects.
At that time, Yan Yan could only take him in at a glance. He only thought in his mind that if the trees on his head could be removed, would he, a colleague, be able to be selected so smoothly?
Little did he know that what was mentioned in the newspaper was actually the Jia Lian in front of him!
This young man, who is just twenty years old, is already a third-rank official in charge of the capital.
Hey! You really shouldn’t ask about his official position!
Now that the question has come out, he is a third-grade man and I am a fifth-grade man. Is it possible that I still have to kneel down and salute him?!
Damn!
I remember that I had to study hard for many years and finally get a title on the gold medal list.
He got second place in the rankings, entered the Hanlin Academy, and was supposed to be promoted all the way to the cabinet. Unexpectedly, he was impeached because he offended someone from the Nan'an Prince's faction over a trivial matter. The Supreme Emperor did not investigate and directly issued an order to banish him.
He moved to Weinan and became a county magistrate.
Yan Yan is an indomitable character and believes that since ancient times, real gold is not afraid of fire. During his stay in Weinan, he worked diligently, loved the people, and worked conscientiously, and finally achieved results, and was promoted three years later.
Who would have thought that "the trees that are as beautiful as the trees will be destroyed by the wind" would be oppressed by the King of Beijing for no reason, so he had to become a fifth-grade scholar, and be oppressed by stupid officials like Shu Yu, who made him suffer every day. p>
Look at the good-for-nothing dandy Jia Lian in front of you. He is probably an idiot who can't even recite a few sentences from "The Analects of Confucius". He was already a fifth-grade magistrate as soon as he became an official. And now he has been promoted to the third-grade magistrate of Shuntian Prefecture. He doesn't know what he will do next.
How come you have been promoted all the way?
How unfair the world is!
The more Yan Yan thought about it, the more he felt sad, and then heard Jia Lian say:
"It is precisely because I understand that I was lucky to get an official position and that I did not take an ordinary path. I also feel that I was ridiculous when I was young. I need to find ways to make up for the shortcomings of not studying before."
What he said was very sincere, but to Yan Yan's ears, it sounded harsh.
Oh, it’s enough for a profligate child like you to have fun and be ridiculous, but as soon as you become serious, you can immediately become a high official and rise to the top? On the contrary, we students, who have struggled so hard, still have to be humiliated and bullied? p>
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Yan Yan gritted his teeth and said with a smile:
"Hmph, I am really a mortal with naked eyes!
Unexpectedly, I didn’t see Master Jia’s true face in Lushan. He turned out to be a sinister white lotus who ‘put down his butcher’s knife and became a Buddha on the spot’.”
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This time Jia Lian really understood that Yan Yan was rushing to shoot at him.
Have I provoked you? The more you say it, the more you say it, the less interesting it becomes.
I didn’t know you before. From the moment we met, we were all polite and I didn’t offend you. What are you doing?
Why don’t you return the ‘Niehai Bailian’? I didn’t kill your whole family with a butcher’s knife!
Become a Buddha? What kind of Buddha? I am the head of your family!
So Jia Lian smiled:
"It's normal not to see it.
The reason why real people don’t show their faces is to avoid being chased and scolded by villains.”
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At this time, Mr. Shuyou put down the letter in his hand, with a smile on his face, neither saying yes nor no.
"Since Mr. Jia happened to catch up with the Qingming Poetry Recital, he is a destined person who says 'it is better to meet by chance than an invitation', so why not let's have fun together.
Afterwards, it would be an elegant thing for us to publish a small poetry booklet of "Linquanhui"."
Yan Yan immediately understood what his mentor meant.
Lin Hai wrote a letter asking his mentor to go to the capital to open a branch of the academy. The mentor didn't want to go, and he couldn't openly refute the reputation of Lin Hai and Jia Lian, so he deliberately wanted to let Jia Lian understand his own standards at this poetry meeting and took the initiative to retreat.
Don’t let anyone harm you.
On the day of Qingming Festival, the famous "Heshan Academy" held a poetry meeting in "Linquan Gaozhi". The poetry book of "Linquanhui" must have a preface personally written by Mr. Shuyou, as well as these top scholars of literature in the world.
Jin Xinxiukou's poems must be printed in thousands of copies and snapped up by the students of the day.
Moreover, even if the "Linquanhui Preface" of this poetry volume was not written by Mr. Shuyou himself, it was written by Mr. Mi Fu who was a professor in the academy. Although it cannot be compared with the "Preface to the Lanting Collection", it is also the work of a great calligrapher in the world.
, people will definitely rush to come to the academy to observe.
In such a book of poems that moved the world, what could the semi-literate Jia Lian dare to write? What could he write?
As long as he didn't want to die in an ugly way, Jia Lian could only leave quickly.
Humph, I just didn’t ask you to leave!
Thinking of this, Yan Yan actually laughed out loud and stepped forward to grab Jia Lian:
"My mentor's kindness, Mr. Jia can't help but give him face!"
As he was talking, he saw four professors and eight teachers on the side who had already given up their positions. Yan Yan took Jia Lian with both hands and sat in the pavilion.
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"There is still rain in the towel, so you should take pity on the wind in the side hat.
The flowers are sleeping in the mountains, and the willows are laughing in the sound of the water.
The clear grass is soaking in the road, and the paper kites are singing in the sky.
After the people in the palace dispersed, the black bird was looking west and east."
After a skinny primary school student of twelve or three years old finished reading, Mr. Shuyou smiled and twisted his beard and nodded:
"Although Dengyun has only been in the academy for less than a year, he can write such a poem. Okay, great!
Among the eighteen poems I just composed, Huang Chen's line "People beg to sacrifice their arrogant concubines, while scholars burn to death unjust princes."
He is busy with paperwork every day, but he can still write and think as well as before, which shows that he has been reading all the time."
Yan Yan was humble on the face, but also very proud in his heart. He glanced at the cup in the meandering water, and finally saw it stop next to Jia Lian.