(Although someone has overtaken me again, I keep my word and will update it tomorrow. But it will be tomorrow, because I have been so angry tonight... Forget it, I won’t mention it. I will update it tomorrow.)
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"The meaning of this sentence is that Confucius said, 'Because I did not become an official when I was young, my life was relatively poor, and I learned many skills in order to make a living.'"
In the graceful voice of the Jiangnan woman, there was a tenacity and calmness that had been tempered by the world. Without raising his head, Wang Xian knew that it was Lin Qing'er who was coming.
"Could it be that I also have to take this road?" Wang Xian said with a wry smile: "But the things I know are not needed now..."
After hearing this, Lin Qing'er shook her head and said with deep feeling: "If you don't become an official, life will be too difficult." The days of 'picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain' are noble, but when something happens, you can let others go.
Where can I go with ease in slaughtering?
"Don't I know yet?" Wang Xian raised his head and saw Lin Qing'er, wearing a white dress and holding a bamboo basket, standing at the door as pale as a chrysanthemum. On the day she came back from Sanshan Town, this was the first time she came to the door.
"What brings you here?"
"..." Although Lin Qing'er is still thin, her face is no longer so pale. She turned slightly red when she heard this and said: "The golden breeze of the Double Ninth Festival." She raised the basket and said, "Send some cakes to the aunt."
"It's the Double Ninth Festival..." Wang Xian sighed softly. It had been a month since he woke up: "Why haven't you seen Uncle Qi?"
"He, he has something to do with his family." Lin Qing'er's face turned even redder, and she lowered her head and said, "I can just deliver these things myself."
"Come in and sit down." Wang Xian turned around and said, "Try my mother's homemade lotus tea." He went to pick up the teapot.
"I love scented tea the most..." After Lin Qing'er finished speaking, her earlobes turned red. When she saw Wang Xian was about to make tea, she quickly put down the basket and said, "You should rest, I'm not quite ready yet."
Wang Xian let go of his hand and sat down like an uncle. After Lin Qing'er poured the tea, he picked up a cup and said, "Is there any news from Beijing?"
Lin Qing'er was also holding a cup, looking at the light green tea soup, and said softly: "No, but it won't be a big problem because Zhou Zhitai is here."
Wang Xian suddenly said: "So you found Zhou Zhitai's door in the first place!"
"If Zhou Zhitai had not agreed, I would not be at ease." Lin Qing'er quickly glanced at Wang Xiandao: "We were not familiar with each other at the beginning, so we didn't tell you..."
"That should be no problem." Wang Xian took a sip of tea and sighed: "Let's end it quickly so that everyone can live in peace."
"Yes." Lin Qing'er nodded slightly and asked after a while: "What are you going to do in the future?"
"I haven't thought about it yet," Wang Xian said with a wry smile, "I think studying is the right way to go, but it's a pity that you gave me the Analects of Confucius. I looked around and found that there are still many things I don't understand."
'Pfft...' When Lin Qing'er heard this, she almost spit out a mouthful of tea. She quickly covered her mouth and coughed several times before she regained control of her airway: "You have only watched it for a few days, and there are only some parts that you don't understand.
, If you are still not satisfied, all scholars in the world will find a piece of tofu to pretend to be dead."
"Uh, you misunderstood..." Wang Xian said in embarrassment, "I'm not exactly a Bai Ding either."
"Then what books have you read?"
"Well," Wang Xian thought for a while and said truthfully: "The Hundred Family Surnames, The Thousand-Character Essay, The Analects of Confucius... nothing more."
"No wonder..." Lin Qing'er thought that Wang Xian had read a few books for a few days before her father's accident, so she made a serious calculation: "If you can start reading "The Analects of Confucius", you must have finished elementary school. If you can persist in the hard work,
If you study hard, and with the guidance of a good teacher, you can take the county examination in about ten years."
"So long?" Wang Xian opened his mouth and studied hard for ten years. How is it possible?
"There is no way." Lin Qing'er said: "We have too many scholars in Zhejiang, and it is more difficult to be a scholar than to pass the exam elsewhere. As far as I know, no matter how smart a genius is, it will take ten years... like my brother who spent twelve years
Years. You can't even write now. When I say ten years, it's already..." After a pause, she whispered: "You are considered a genius."
"I'm not a genius." Wang Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly. He knew his own family affairs and worked very hard when he was studying, but he still couldn't be among the best. He had to admit that there was a difference in qualifications.
"A horse can't travel a thousand miles with one leap, and a horse can ride ten horses without giving up its merits." Lin Qing'er seemed happy to see him making progress, and cheered him up: "It's not too late to be admitted as a scholar at the age of thirty!"
"..." Wang Xian is so sweaty, "What if I fail to pass the exam at the age of thirty?"
"That would be quite miserable..." Lin Qing'er whispered, "But when the time comes, I can at least write for others, settle accounts, and support myself."
Wang Xian stopped talking to her.
Lin Qing'er wanted to say something, but was too embarrassed to speak, so she could only sit there with her head down.
"Is there any other way?" Wang Xian asked.
"Yes." Lin Qing'er was now considered well-informed and gave him advice: "There are three ways to select officials in the country. In addition to the official way, there are two ways to recommend and appoint officials. When it comes to places where the emperor has issued orders,
When recommending talents, our county will have a quota. If the recommendation passes the examination in Beijing, it can be awarded an official position. However, in the ninth year of Emperor Yongle's reign, he issued a decree to recommend the local and state governments twice, which is far less than during the Hongwu period.
many."
"Then there is the promotion of civil servants. The civil servants take the exam once every three years. After passing the three exams, they will be able to obtain their background and be eligible to participate in the civil service selection."
"Oh..." After listening to Lin Qing'er's explanation, Wang Xiancai knew that in this era of the Ming Dynasty, officials were selected and appointed in three ways simultaneously. Although there were already signs of focusing on the imperial examination, officials with tribute and civil service qualifications were still
Can get normal promotion.
This made him relieved and asked: "Is it difficult to recommend?"
"Everyone who is promoted as a tribute is a person with both talent and learning, because they are tested by the emperor himself. Now Emperor Yongle is wise and powerful. If you study hard for ten years, you will not be able to pass." Lin Qing'er looked at it.
He said: "It would be great if you have the time to take the imperial examination. Why do you need to be called a lucky person?"
"..." Thinking about the recommended students in his previous life, Wang Xian had no hope of being recommended, and sighed: "It seems that I can only go as a clerk."
"Why do you look down on officials?" Lin Qing'er looked at Wang Xian puzzledly and said, "Uncle Wang is an official?"
"I don't look down on him, but I always heard people say that a minor official is a minor official..." Wang Xian was influenced by his previous life and always felt that it was not decent to be a minor official.
"Only those who are officials would call them this. I really don't know why you think so." Lin Qing'er said in disbelief: "Officials, the common people are officials. In the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, most of the high-ranking officials were from official positions.
, Even if it is no longer as grand as it was in the past, there are still many people who serve as ministers and envoys!"
As she spoke, she looked at Wang Xian, bit her lower lip and said, "Besides, you can't be one even if you want to be one..."
I don't know if it was an auditory hallucination or something else, but Wang Xian felt like she was acting coquettishly, and he couldn't help but feel a chill. I'm too pretentious, how could someone act like a coquettish child to a scoundrel?
He asked a little unconvinced: "Why can't you become one?"
"Anyone who works as a servant is a farmer with a clean family background, under thirty years of age, and those who can write." Lin Qing'er looked at him and said, "I won't mention the first two, but just the third one..."
Wang Xian is so sweaty. Firstly, he can't write calligraphy. Secondly, he can't write traditional Chinese characters... He couldn't help but blush and said, "I'll just practice calligraphy!"
"Well, you need to practice calligraphy. Regardless of whether you are an official, a tribute, or a regular person, you must be able to write." Lin Qing'er said, her head gradually lowered, and her voice became quieter: "Actually, I can teach you.
of……"
"It's time to practice calligraphy." Wang Xian nodded. He couldn't even write a word, so everything he said was useless. "Go back and buy some paper and a pen. Practice your calligraphy first, and then talk about anything else."
"You don't have to buy it..." Lin Qing'er looked at him and said softly: "I have a lot of inventory at home. It's a waste if I can't use it. I'll send you some tomorrow."
"Thank you very much." Wang Xian smiled and said, "Actually, I don't have any money either."
"..." Lin Qing'er was already numb to Wang Xian's rogueness. She was about to say something else when she suddenly heard a knock on the door outside. It turned out that Wang Xian's wife was back.
Lin Qing'er couldn't sit still anymore, stood up and went out uneasily, and said hello to Mrs. Wang Xian.
My mother was in a good mood. She looked at her and said with a smile: "Miss Lin came to see my son?"
Lin Qing'er's pink face suddenly turned into red cloth, and she whispered: "No, my niece is here to deliver Double Ninth Festival cakes to my aunt."
"Really?" Mrs. Wang Xian was here. Seeing Lin Qing'er blushing like this, she immediately smiled ambiguously and said, "I won't disturb you anymore. You can continue chatting..."
"My niece is leaving now. I'll see my aunt another day." Lin Qing'er blushed to the very bottom of her ears and ran away without even saying hello to Wang Xian.
After Lin Qing'er left, my mother smiled at Wang Xian and said, "This girl is not bad. When you are in trouble, no one will dislike you."
"Mother..." Wang Xian coughed twice. He changed the subject and said, "How did my father become the prison clerk step by step?"
"Is this..." I thought about it and said, "Your father also studied when he was young, but his family background was not good. He came down to work within two years of studying. He worked as a clerk in a pawn shop for a few years and learned how to settle accounts.
Later, by chance, he met Dianxun from the county medical clinic, that is, Dr. Wu. Taking advantage of his status, Dr. Wu introduced him to a government job."
"Your father started out as a scrivener who wrote pleadings for others, and then gradually worked as a clerk in the execution chamber. Later, he finally became a full-time official and became a clerk in the execution chamber who had been sued in the court. He worked for several more years before becoming a clerk in the execution chamber.
That clerk..."
"How many years did it take in total?" In Wang Xian's memory, his father seemed to have always been very powerful.
"Twenty years..." I thought for a moment and said, "But your father has only been working in the Yamen for a few years, and the family is already well off. I would rather he not be the clerk."
"..." Wang Xian was speechless. It seemed that he really needed to get to know this so-called 'little official' again.
In fact, it is not difficult to understand as long as we represent future generations. The six houses are equivalent to the county bureaus. Who can become the director in one fell swoop? Do you have to work hard for more than ten or twenty years?