Not long after the troupe left, the people who searched Mr. Zhao's house came back. The officials brought back a large stack of manuscripts. Jia Cong felt that his business had been taken care of, and the rest was the internal affairs of the Qi Dynasty, so he discussed his departure with Lu Jian.
Mr. Lu hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhou is a very intelligent man. There are many doubts about this matter, so it is better to wait." Lu Jian and Cui Ju both agreed, and all four eyes flashed into star eyes.
Jia Cong looked up to the sky: You two are not children, so this trick is useless!
Even so, Jia Cong still couldn't leave, so he had to sit for a while with a drooped face. Behind King Qi, a Confucian scholar with a plain robe and a square scarf appeared, with a very learned face, standing at the desk and flipping through Mr. Zhao's manuscripts.
I was still calm and collected at the front, but suddenly I didn’t know what I saw. I was shocked and turned over a dozen pages in a hurry. After thinking for a moment, I took a small stack of manuscripts and walked to King Qi, and whispered back to King Qi and Master Kong.
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The two men were immediately shocked. King Qi took the manuscript and hurriedly looked through it, frowning. The man in the brocade robe winked at the person next to him, and the man quietly slipped over and took Master Lu to whisper. Master Lu immediately frowned after hearing this.
Shen Zhimo became curious, his eyes rolled, and he pricked up his ears to hear the news. Jia Cong looked at his nose and heart. Mr. Lu turned to Jia Cong and said loudly: "Mr. Zhou, there are four articles today, one of which
It was written by Jia Sheng, and the other three pieces were written by Yi Sheng. Can you tell them apart?" Before he could finish his sentence, King Qi and others looked over.
Jia Cong thought to himself: Why did I get into trouble with the appraisal of writing style today? If the writing style was obviously different, they would not all frown and grimace. I am afraid that there is imitation of writing style. He thought for a while and said: "There is a way to do it."
Try. But because there are only four articles, it is too few, so it may not be accurate."
Mr. Lu was overjoyed when he said "I can give it a try". Hearing that he thought there were few articles, he hurriedly said: "There are more if you want."
Jia Cong said: "If there are enough articles, you can use particle probability to check."
Mr. Lu smiled and said: "Mr. Zhou's words are profound, I can't understand them."
Jia Cong smiled and said: "It's not that it's profound, it's that you haven't been exposed to it. Han Changli said that there are specialties in the arts. Those things that adults usually deal with in the yamen, I don't know anything about them." He explained, "Articles are like handwriting, everyone's writings
They are bound to be different. Some people like to call themselves 'Yu', and some people like to use 'Wu'. The rest of the words are also called 'Yi Yanzai'. Although literati use them all, they have their own habits in the frequency of use. If there are many works written by A and B,
Then we can calculate the frequency of their respective use of "Zhihu Zhe Ye Yanzai", that is: in every hundred words, how many "Zhi", how many "Hu", how many "Zhe" are used, etc. One or two articles
The characteristics of the article may not be obvious; if there are enough articles, adults will naturally find that the probability of each literati using these words is fixed."
Jia Cong's words contained many vocabulary from later generations. Mr. Lu was a little confused and couldn't quite understand. His nephew Lu Jian, who had been studying in Dajiala for three years, immediately understood Jia Cong's meaning and hurriedly said: "Uncle, I know Zhou
What you say, sir, is very reasonable. How about you try this method?"
Mr. Lu said happily: "You know?"
Lu Ji nodded: "I know."
Lord Lu looked back at King Qi and cupped his hands: "Sir, why don't you let me, my nephew, give it a try?"
Naturally, King Qi didn't understand, but he had to pretend to understand! He shook his head and said, "That's fine. Anyway, there is no other way, so let him try."
Kong Yunxian was an honest boy, so he asked for advice: "Sir, what method is Mr. Zhou talking about?"
The King of Qi smiled and said, "I can't tell, just take a look." Then he ordered Lu Jian to try what Jia Cong said.
Lu Jian said: "There must be works of A and B. The more the better." The king of Qi ordered someone to go and get them.
Lu Jian then began to look through Mr. Zhao's articles. He first counted the total number of words in each article, and then listed the number of words in "It's so true" in order, and recorded them on the list with Arabic numerals and text.
Jia Cong said from the side: "Counting numbers is extremely complicated, requires careful attention, and is very easy to make mistakes. It is better to arrange for three or four people to count the numbers individually and then check the answers."
Lu Jian hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhou's words make sense. Please add a few more people who are familiar with the numbers and those who work carefully. Each of them will click it once, so that there will be no mistakes."
King Qi still didn't know what was going on at this moment, and nodded pretendingly: "Yes."
The people below recommended four meticulous gentlemen. There were five frames in total, and everyone counted them individually. Before they finished counting, someone came in with a stack of manuscripts from the boss.
After finishing reading Mr. Zhao's article, Lu Jian took the five people's lists and checked them. They were all the same and not a single number was different. Then he nodded and calculated in sequence the seven particles that Mr. Zhao used "Zhihuzheyeyanzai".
Frequency percentage. Sure enough, although there was a slight deviation, it was generally consistent. The five people then counted the number of words in the newly submitted manuscript. After counting, they also calculated the frequency of this person's use of particles, which was completely different from Mr. Zhao.
Lu Jian then asked his uncle: "Where is the other article that I want to check?"
Mr. Lu said: "Here it is." He took out a piece of manuscript from his arms. "This... let me check it. You tell me how to count it."
Lu Jian knew that the article was not convenient for outsiders to read, so he taught his uncle how to count. Mr. Lu personally detailed the data in this article. The whole audience held their breath and stared at them, no one dared to cough or even blink.
Not long after the numbers were calculated, Lu Jian calculated the probability of using particles and said loudly: "This article was not written by Mr. Zhao, but by the other Mr. A." Mr. Lu breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Many people in the official seat
, even the men in brocade robes breathed a sigh of relief. King Qi smiled.
The uncle and nephew brought the list to the King of Qi. Lu Jian pretended to explain the principle to Master Kong, and explained it to the King of Qi. Kong Yunxian praised "It makes sense!" Finally, Lu Jian pointed to the list of numbers of the last article.
Said: "Judging from the usage probability of the seven particles, this article and the articles that were sent in later were written by the same person, which is completely inconsistent with Mr. Zhao's particle usage probability."
Kong Yunxian praised: "It's so interesting! I never thought there was such a way."
King Qi twirled his beard and nodded slowly: "It seems that Zhao Sheng is very good at touching porcelain."
Mr. Lu said: "Several revised manuscripts of four playbooks were found in Zhao Sheng's home, so he came here well prepared. If the government was fooled by him and sent people to his house to get the revised manuscripts of the playbooks, his accomplices would
By the way, I brought these three pieces together. The government mistakenly thought that all five playbooks were written by him, so he went along with the flow and presented these three pieces. When the master saw the young man, he could not be suspicious and asked. Then he could ask the master to show him that piece.
He has a good memory and can write it down silently just by looking at it."
Jia Cong clapped his hands and said: "How brilliant! Let's do it."
Mr. Lu smiled and said: "After hesitating for half a day, he just surrendered like he was trying to survive by cutting off his tail, just because he didn't want others to see these three things."
Jia Cong said: "If he wants to touch the back piece, the prerequisite must be that the front piece is successful. People have inertia of thinking. The gentlemen just concluded that his playbook was hidden by He Chunban, so they will naturally pity him. He will take it out again
When a new set comes along, others will inevitably feel that he is more pitiful, and the article he has worked so hard to write has been hidden. If the playbook in front of him is exposed, people will no longer believe in him." Nai laughed.
Looking at Mr. Lu, "If this set of porcelain is not successful, will the punishment be harsher than being expelled from the honor?"
Mr. Lu turned around and looked at King Qi. King Qi said solemnly: "There must be someone behind this person. Let's investigate and get to the bottom of it."
Jia Cong said: "I'm afraid he is in the same group as the wanted criminal who was making a fuss outside just now and wanted to kill Team Leader Jiang."
Mr. Lu immediately said: "The lower officials also have this thought."
Jia Cong continued: "Otherwise, if the opera singers and listeners listen to the opera, everything will be fine after the song ends. What can the wanted criminal with white eyebrows and red eyes do to stir up trouble? If the government decides that the opera troupe is guilty, the wanted criminal and his accomplices will make trouble again
If we get up, one or two court officials may be killed in the chaos."
A follower who looked like a follower immediately jumped out and shouted: "Impossible! The noble man is here, who dares to be presumptuous!"
Jia Cong shrugged: "How can ordinary spectators know about the noble white dragon fish suit? Didn't you listen to what the wanted criminal just said? First, the Crown Prince of Cai Guo had a secret meeting with the young widow. Someone told him, so that he could arrange an ambush to complete the assassination." The house was full.
Everyone's expression changed drastically. Jia Cong changed the topic, "But don't worry, everyone, their assassination target will never be a noble person."
Lord Lu hurriedly asked: "Why do you see it?"
Jia Cong said: "Isn't it that I have spent so much effort pretending to be a talented man just to please the noble man and be reused? If I want to assassinate the noble man, why bother to do this? Besides, if the noble man has three long and two shortcomings, the court will investigate carefully. What is fake cannot be true.
, what if they are found out? I guess the target should be a - well -" he pointed to the manuscript on the desk, "someone who may help Mr. A redress his injustice." Everyone looked at each other and whispered.
talk.
King Qi thought for a long time and said to Mr. Lu: "In that case, Zhao Sheng is yours to interrogate. He has been captured, hasn't he?"
Mr. Lu said: "It's next door."
King Qi nodded, looked at Jia Cong and said kindly: "Mr. Zhou is here to study?"
"Yes." Jia Cong said, "The literary style of Qi is the most prosperous, and there are many talented people. From the princes to the common people, everyone respects literature and respects saints. It is also the hometown of Confucius and Mencius. If you come to Qi to get a scholarly atmosphere, you can't say that you will get a good grade in the next subject.
It’s also unknown.”
His flattery was exactly what he wanted. King Qi was quite satisfied. He smiled so much that his eyes widened: "As the saying goes, reading thousands of books means traveling thousands of miles. It is good to study. If you succeed in the following subjects, Qi State is in the process of employing people.
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Jia Cong hurriedly bowed: "Thank you for your kind words, sir."
King Qi gave Mr. Lu a few more words and stood up. Jia Cong and others hurriedly stepped aside to make way. King Qi led Master Kong, the men in brocade robes, and others out in a mighty manner.
Shen Zhimo couldn't help but whisper: "When you meet a talent like Xianggong Zhou, why don't you give him an official title as soon as possible! Why should he take the imperial examination?"
Jia Cong chuckled and said: "This master values fame the most. He will not give away the official title if he does not win the Jinshi title."
Just as he was talking, a smiling old servant without a beard came in, holding a folding fan in both hands: "Mr. Zhou, this is a reward from the noble man."
Jia Cong hurriedly accepted it with both hands and respectfully said: "Thank you, noble man." Shen Zhimo stepped forward and blatantly stuffed a purse into the old servant's hand.
The old servant weighed it and said with satisfaction: "Mr. Zhou is so talented and knowledgeable, he will surely be named on the gold medal list." Jia Cong smiled and thanked him. The old servant picked up his pocket and walked away without touching the ground.
In the blink of an eye, only Cui Ju, Lu Zhen, Jia Cong and a few others were left in the official seat. Jia Cong looked around and found that there were no outsiders. These two brothers knew who he was. Fang let out a breath and said with a frown: "My two taels of ink
, you will probably fail the exam in this life."
Lu Jian said seriously: "You can ask some questions that you can answer."
Jia Cong patted his head: "That won't work either. I can't bear the hardships in Gongyuan - it's too hard. We must improve the examination conditions for candidates, and places like Gongyuan should be used as cultural relics protection units." Lu
The frame laughed, but Cui Ju didn't understand.
Shen Zhimo asked: "Ms. Cui, your senior attendant has been away for a long time and has not come back. Aren't you worried?"
Cui Ju said: "He has his own place to go, I can't control it."
Jia Cong glanced at him, shook his head and said, "After all, your family has many literati and they don't know how to act." Then he stretched his waist and said, "Let's go, let's go back." Everyone then dispersed.
Back at Lu's house, I saw old man Lu Jian, Jia Cong and others returned to the guest house. Just as they sat down, Shen Zhimo took the lead and shouted: "We won't discuss things! It's time for lunch. I don't know how much I can guess about this matter today.
If the opportunity comes, there will be no end to the time, and everything will happen after lunch."
The whole room laughed. Jia Cong said: "Okay, I'll follow you. You've worked hard today and you've done well. Take a nap after lunch. Maybe you won't have to guess when you wake up. Oh, I'm tired too. I'll lose everything."
Wang likes to play with the white dragon fish suit, otherwise I would have to kowtow to him. I said, Lu Jian didn’t seem to tell his uncle that I was Jia Cong, and the way Lord Lu looked at me was really praising my talent.”
Shen Zhimo stumbled: "Don't talk about business!" Jia Cong hurriedly slapped his mouth and sent someone to the kitchen to get lunch.
After the meal, Liu Zhuang was sitting on the porch listening to the guards chatting. Lou Jinqiao came over and asked curiously: "Brother Liu, are you going to the theater today?" Liu Zhuang said "hmm". Lou Jinqiao took advantage of the situation and sat down.
Walking to his side, he asked, "How about that play? I heard it's a play by Confucius."
"Yes." Liu Zhuang said, "It's an anecdote from Saint Kong."
"How good is your singing? Will the officer like it?"
"The singing was excellent." Liu Zhuang glanced at him, "Many dignitaries went to the opera and gave the opera troupe a lot of rewards."
Lou Jinqiao smiled unconsciously: "I will definitely listen to this play in the future and be inspired by Saint Kong." Then he stood up and left. Liuzhuang watched him from behind for a long time.
For a while, everyone took a nap, got up and stretched their muscles, preparing to hold a meeting to study the chaotic bustle in the theater. But at this moment, someone came in through the door and came back: "Hechun class leader Jiang and his wife are here with them.
Brother Jiang is asking to see you outside, saying that he is here to thank Mr. Zhou for the banquet he has given me today."
Jia Cong was stunned: "Did they bring their son here together?"
"yes."
"So unscrupulous." Jia Cong touched his chin, "Are you afraid or not?"
Shen Zhimo held his cheek and said leisurely: "Mr. Zhou, please pay attention to Mrs. Nanzi. I see that he will never give up on you."
Jia Cong was stunned for a moment: "Ah?" He then bared his teeth and slapped the table, "Hey! I'm a straight man! Not all men are bisexual!"